can you handle me?
What happens when someone who is a complete, total, and utter loser, the kind who spends most of his day playing video games, who was obsessed with the Jurassic era as a child and is obsessed with topics such as the whole vast universe at the ripe age of 22 and who studies computer science with others like him, is hot? What happens when you're Park Jisung and you're a stupid loser, but you're disgustingly sexy? Luck seemed to be on y/n’s side after all. After many scoldings from her friends because it seemed like she hated herself for dating such unattractive and stupid guys... Jisung appeared in her path.
jisung x reader, smut!!!, strangers to lovers, slowburn
words-> 6k
content-> slowburn, some humor, strangers to lovers, vaginal sex, oral (f+m recieving), dry humping, breeding, shy jisung (he's so sexy omg), switch!reader, switch!jisung
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The first month after classes began, obliged to take tutoring sessions at the library because it had been only a month and you were already failing most of your classes. That’s when you saw him.
Being half-asleep due to the boredom, the vision of the tall, skinny, pale baby faced guy passing by felt like a dream. Not being able to follow him because of the dipshit of a teacher sitting in front of you.
More like a type of vision you only get to see when you’re about to die.
Admiring such a beauty felt just wrong, he couldn’t be real. Or at least you thought so.
He looked so vulnerable, like a fucking idiot if you may add.
Awkwardness radiating from his pores, confused look that wouldn't be higher than to his thick books that of course, he will read completely. The innocence you sensed from him made him look just delicious.
There are not many guys out there who look this sexy and stupid at the same time. You are sure you want him. You want to break him, to fuck him stupid. To turn his scared and insecure expression into a fucked up one.
You want him.
Became even obsessed so badly, you will spend time at the library doing absolutely nothing, just in the hope of coming across him.
Thinking about him and the few little details you were able to catch from the seconds you saw him weeks ago. Forcing each one of your friends to start a campaign to look for him. Someone who sounds too amazingly good to be true.
Until he becomes real.
Rei saw Intak bothering a dude just like the one you described.
Except he looked even more like a loser being threatened silently by Intak to write him an essay for a random subject at the library.
“So he studies...?”
“y/n, you better get him, I kissed that jerk Intak for half an hour just to get that out of him.”
“If it were up to me, I'd let him get me pregnant. Stop being silly Rei!!, what does he study?”
“Computer systems.”
A chorus of “ewww” was heard on the stairs where they were sitting. Although you wouldn't admit it out loud, it did make you go “eww” a little.
Why would such a nice looking male specimen like him be studying that virgin ass BA?
Easy, he was just another one. Only privileged by God, fate, or whatever the hell it is.
“Computer systems? And he still looks like that? He must be a genius.” You said to yourself, while still being shocked by the new info.
“Oh my god, you’re in love!” Leeseo shouted a little too excitedly.
“Shut up!!” You said as you threw an empty juice can at her.
You had to give her some credit though, the whole nerdy thing kinda makes it even better. You would destroy him, and he would thank you. He would let you do anything you wanted to him.
And that turned you on more than you could ever imagine.
A plan was needed. A perfect one.
You would go even more to that same library you hated so much, you would even sit at one of those terrible computers that only have internet connection to make a report or something. You would sit at the same computer that your new obsession was using that day according to Rei. All of this in the hope of catching him again, for longer than three seconds this time.
He has to be real. He had to be yours.
:3
The library smelled of old paper and dust dancing in the afternoon, sun entering by the large windows. It was a place of enforced silence, of hushed whispers and the squeak of worn-out chairs, a place you normally avoided like a communicable disease. However, here you were, with a google document open as a disguise trying to look as if you weren't about to stalk a man you've seen once in your life.
After an hour of no success, your nails started to look like the most interesting thing in the world, the color you picked last week starting to look odd...
"Uh, s-sorry. Hi, uhm-excuse me...?" A deep, sexy but stammering voice took you out of your thoughts. "Hi, have you seen my pen drive? I think I lost it yesterday evening, I always use this computer so I thought it might be here...have you...seen it?" He started yapping without letting you even answer, but his hands were intertwined, not allowing himself to make eye contact.
Did you mention his hands? Bony, long fingers, fingernails perfectly short, veiny hands with nice knucles. Perfect to be shoved down your pussy, they may get to your cervix you think...
You don't answer. Who the fuck uses a pen drive anymore?
You just stare at his beautiful face, this time for more than 3 seconds for sure. You are captivated by his full cheeks but still sharp jaw-line, small doe eyes but fitting perfectly on his handsome face.
Leeseo wasn't wrong at all. You might be in love with him. All of him.
He looks like a virgin in between that line of a porn addict and a boy who’s scared of God will watch him masturbate.
It's pathetic. So pathetic that it makes him even hotter.
He takes your silence as rejection, the panic starts to spread across his face and he starts looking around him with the urge to just run away.
Right then you decide to be a "nice girl".
"Did you check the lost and found?" Your tone was bored, almost dismissive, a stark contrast to the turmoil you felt inside. You pointed a perfectly manicured finger towards the front desk, not even looking at him.
"Oh! The lost and found! Right! Of course," he stammered, clearly flustered. "I'm s-sorry to have bothered you."
He scurried away, leaving behind the faint scent of clean laundry and something else...something vaguely like mint and anxiety.
You watched him go, your eyes tracing the line of his spine through the thin fabric of his shirt. He was so much better up close. The awkwardness was a tangible thing, an aura around him that made you want to just...
You shook your head, a slow smile spreading across your face.
You didn't even have to plan. You already had him.
You stand on your platform heels, walking towards the front desk that was manned by a student worker who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else, a sentiment you understood completely. The guy thanking the student that actually gave back his stupid pen drive. He's taken by surprise once you trace his backbone with your nail, jumping out of his skin at your soft touch.
"Oh jesus!" He even screamed, ears getting all red, his eyes lower at your level. He's deliciously tall.
"Sorry!! Just came to make sure you found it hehe, does it have important stuff?"
"Yeah, actually yes. I use it to store information about everything I'm programming, notes, conferences..."
Blah blah blahh, proper name, place name, backstory stuff...
"Oh! So it must be your lucky day!!"
"Ah, well it's all because of y-you. Thank you..." Again that deep sexy voice but keeps on stammering
"Don't even mention it!!! What kind of dork wouldn't check lost and found when he lost something right?"
He laughs with you, until he realizes the cruel joke and his face changes cutely into a pout.
"I'm kidding!!" You poke his stomach, the feeling of his abs being as hard as a rock behind his virgin ass oasis shirt sends an electric current through your body. "Soooo, as another way to say thank youuu...will you tell me your name?" Bitting your lip, your fingers play with the straps of his black backpack bringing him closer to you.
His breathing now uneven, look ahead, not wanting to look down at you.
"J-Jisung..." He whispers. You can hear him perfectly fine, but you want him humilliated.
"Sorry, whaat? Didn't hear youuu..."
"P-Park Jisung. My name is Jisung"
"Jisung!! It's really pretty Jisungieeee! You didn't ask, but I'm Y/n, nice to meet you!!" He doesn't say a thing, face still startled about how near you are to him. "So, now, I'll give you another chance to show your gratitude to me, what if you take me out for an ice cream?"
He nods slowly, unable to speak. "Great! Give me your phone."
Jisung's hands trembled slightly as he fumbled to unlock his phone, the screen lighting up with a simple, unadorned wallpaper of a starry night sky. You deftly plucked it from his grasp, your fingers brushing against his, and you felt a jolt run through him. You entered your number with practiced ease, saving yourself as a single, bold 'Y/N' in his contacts before handing it back.
"There," you said, your voice a low purr. "Now you have no excuse."
You turned on your heel, walking away without a backward glance, the click-clack of your heels a confident rhythm against the library's hushed silence. You didn't need to look to know he was watching you, his mind a maelstrom of confusion and something else, something you were determined to cultivate.
:3
The ice cream shop was brightly lit, melodies of cheerful music and couples snacking together. A stark contrast to the quiet intensity of the library. You chose a small booth in the corner, watching the door.
He arrived five minutes later, looking lost and out of place in his plain hoodie, jeans and thick rim black glasses. His eyes scanned the room, landing on you with a mixture of relief and sheer terror.
One of your hands lifting in the air to wave at him, to which he responded shyly, embarrassed even.
But opposites do attract, that's what they say. And what you hope for too.
"Hi Jisungiee!! How are youuu? Did you have any trouble getting here?" You bomb him with interest as soon as he sits next to you, caressing his forearm under his hoodie.
"Uh, not really. I know this place, my...my roommates say it's a great place for dates..."
"So it's this one?!" You squeak, blushing on your cheeks "Should've told me! I would have tried to look better!" Pouting, trying to look into his eyes. Fucking Jisung, still so shy.
"Y-You look really pretty actually..."
"Awwww, really?? You're so sweet!" You keep playing with the hair in his forearm, moving your way up to his bicep, making him all flustered again. "So, roommates uh? You live with your friends?" Trying to find a way to know everything about him.
"Uh yeah, Chenle and Jaemin. They are really good friends." He's starting to feel more comfortable, looking at you in the eye and even laughing a bit when you tell him some stupid joke.
You found yourself leaning into him more, your laughter a little too loud, your touches a little too lingering.
You told him stories about your chaotic social life, painting a picture of a world he could only imagine, a world of parties and connections. He listened, rapt, his eyes wide with a mixture of fascination and fear.
"So, what about you, Jisungie?" you asked, swirling the last of your melted ice cream with your spoon. "What do you do for fun besides, you know, saving the world with your computer skills?"
He blushed, looking down at his hands. "I, uh, I don't really...I mostly just code and read. And, sometimes, I play video games with Chenle."
"Don't you go to parties? You said your friends are popular like that..."
"I uh-, yeah I don't...really like parties. They are kinda overwhelming..."
"So you've never been to a party? Have you ever done what people do at parties?"
"I don't-" Yeah, of course he doesn't know.
You get even closer to him, dangerously closer. Both of your breathings combine.
"Have you ever gotten drunk?" His head shakes, "Have you ever played beer pong?" Head shake again. "Have you ever fucked stupid a girl in her pretty bedroom?"
Silence.
The blush that spreads across his face is a deep, blotchy red that crawls up his neck and disappears into his hairline. His mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, but no sound comes out. Adam's apple bobs in a hard swallow.
"I-I...no," he finally manages to choke out, the word so quiet it's almost lost in the buzz of the shop. "I haven't."
You lean back, a triumphant, predatory smile playing on your lips. He was even more perfect than you'd imagined. A complete and utter blank slate, just waiting for you to leave your mark.
"Good," you purred, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I like that. I like it a lot."
You saw the shift in his eyes, a flicker of something new, a primal curiosity warring with his ingrained timidity.
He was a deer who had just realized the wolf he was watching wasn't just in the clearing, it was smiling right at him.
And for the first time, he wasn't sure he wanted to run.
Your cherry coloured glossy lips dangerously near his ear. Warm breath making every hair on his body stand on end.
"Would you like to, Jisungie? Would you like to fuck me stupid in my pretty bedroom? 'Cause I've been thinking about you for weeks...say yes, we'll leave right now, I'll make sure no one ever bothers you at school again, if you fuck me good I'll even let you be my boyfriend. Say no and I'll leave you alone, but be sure, you are letting a once chance in life opportunity go. "Say yes." Your final command came out soft, biting on his earlobe, almost gentle.
He looked trapped, caught between the life he knew and the terrifying, exhilarating promise you were holding out to him.
He stared at you, his doe eyes wide and pleading, searching your face for any sign of a joke, any hint of a cruel prank. He found none.
He saw only raw, unvarnished desire, a need so potent it was almost frightening. It was a reflection of the same terrified hunger you could feel blooming inside him.
His answer wasn't a word. It was a motion. A slow, jerky nod. A surrender.
"Good boy." Messing his hair, you stood up, leaving your half-eaten ice cream melting on the table. You grabbed his hand, your fingers lacing through his, feeling the way he tensed at the sudden contact. "Let's go."
He followed you out of the ice cream shop like a puppy on a leash, his steps clumsy, his mind clearly reeling.
The summer evening air was cool against your skin, a welcome relief from the stuffy heat of your own desire. You didn't speak as you led him towards your apartment, the silence between you thick with unspoken questions and impending, inevitable sin.
You sneak him into your apartment, a neighbourhood he's never been to before as it's where the higher-income students live. Still, what occupies his mind it's not the expensive looking porches nor the cars parked outside.
It's the way you never let go of his hand, how your thumb softly caresses the back of his hand and the way you walk full of confidence, hips swinging making your skirt linger dangerously high up your ass.
Starts cheking on you, anyways he's going to fuck you, right? He's not a perv. He's not a perv...he thinks.
The lock on your door clicked open, a sharp, definitive sound that echoed in the quiet hallway. You pulled him inside, kicking the door shut behind you. The familiar scent of your perfume, vanilla and something smoky, wrapped around him, intoxicating and overwhelming. He stood awkwardly in your entryway, his hands shoved into his pockets, looking utterly lost.
Your apartment was neat, stylish, a reflection of the effortless confidence you carried with you. Soft lights, a big, comfortable-looking couch, and a sheer, unapologetic display of yourself in every framed photo on the walls.
"Make yourself at home," you said, your voice a low murmur as you dropped your keys into a ceramic bowl by the door. You turned to face him, your head tilted, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across your face. "Can I get you something to drink, Jisungie?"
He shook his head, his eyes fixed on you.
"Okay," you purred, closing the distance between you in two long strides. "Then let's skip to the main event."
You reached up, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the slight stubble there.
"I like you Jisungie, you are just what I've been dreaming of, and trust me I don't say this to any dipshit." Hands reaching his pin straight black hair, massaging there while your weight finally rests on him. "You are smart, cute, sexy...I just need to know if you can fuck as good as it looks like."
He let out a choked sound, a cross between a gasp and a moan. His hands, which had been hovering uselessly at his sides, finally settled on your hips, his grip tight and uncertain. He was looking at you like you were a mythical creature, something beautiful and deadly that he couldn't quite comprehend.
"y/n..." he breathed, your name a prayer on his lips.
"Shhh," you whispered, leaning in until your lips were just a breath away from his. "Don't talk."
And then you kissed him. It wasn't a gentle, exploratory kiss. It was a claim. A hungry, possessive kiss that was all teeth and tongue and unapologetic desire. You poured every ounce of your frustration, your obsession, your weeks of pent-up longing into that kiss.
And he, to his credit, tried his best to keep up. He was clumsy, unsure, but there was an eagerness there, a raw, untapped passion that was more intoxicating than any alcohol.
You pulled away, leaving him breathless, his lips swollen and his eyes glazed over.
"Let's go to my bedroom," you said, your voice husky. "I want to show you what happens to good boys who do what they're told."
Following cautiosly, dick half hard just with a kiss, he feels ashamed as he enters a bedroom that is bigger than his actual house.
He watches as you pretend to undress yourself. "Wait!"
"Oh?? What was that?" Taken by surprise, you smile, relieved that he is really interested.
"I'd like it better I...if I take them off myself." You don't complain, climbing your bed, patting a stop next to you for your Jisungie to sit.
He does, his dick grows uncomfortably on his jeans. Now with renewed confidence he dares to look straight at your eyes, he can't believe a hot girl like you is begging him to fuck her, oh boy Chenle and Jaemin are going to be so jealous.
His big hand caresses your cheek and brings you closer to his precious and plump lips, you now see a small beauty mark beneath his bottom lip that makes nothing but favour his amazing features. An inch, a godddamn inch before your lips touch again, his warm breath mixing with yours making your underwear go even more wet, he stops.
"Do you really like me this much?" You're about to answer when... "Do you like me this much, to be throwing yourself at me, a fucking loser, like a whore?"
You can't help but moan at the sudden boldness on his words and you take the issue on your hands again.
You planned to humilliate him, not the other way around, the fuck.
Smacking your lips against his one more time, it's even harder than the previous one. Your tongue now is fighting with his for control, it's so messy that drool is escaping from the corners of his mouth. Sitting on his lap once again, your hands travel to his chest, skimming as you make yourself comfortable right on top of his crotch and sure your wet underwear meets him. Moving incredibly slowly as you imagine the lenght of his cock and how deliciously full it will make you feel.
"I like you Jisungie... and you know what? I'm such a fucking whore for guys like you..." You continue grinding your hips againts him, his jeans creating a delicious friction on your clit, heating up your pussy with anticipation.
He's so blushed it's ridiculous, his mouth mid open with soft pleassured sounds, his pleading eyes framed by those stupid thick rim black glasses that can fit only him.
God you know you are throbbing. It's the best sight you've got in so many time...and he's all yours.
Your skirt rides up to your hips, exposing the pink wet spot on your underwear. The view makes him moan your name.
"Y/N, please..."
"What is it baby? what do you want?" You coo on his ear, your arms wrapped around his neck. "Don't you like the way I'm dripping for you? I can feel your cock twitching on me..." Hips moving faster as you finish lifting your skirt right above your navel, allowing him to enjoy the sight-seeing of your covered pussy ruining his pants.
His mouth is watering with the thought of him making you this hot, and even if he's a loser, a fucking virgin, he's sure about one thing. He needs to eat your pussy.
Strong hands dragging you away from his crotch until your cunt meets his face. His strength scary but exciting. How he can still be a virgin was a mystery. One that was about to be solved by you and thank god!
Not even a word out of his mouth, his lips kissed you covered and wet slit through the fabric, open mouth kisses making you pulsate around nothing. His tongue dragging all over and across your pussy, not letting one single spot without his love kiss.
Pink cotton tight panties now damped with your juices and his saliva. You could tell he hadn't eaten before by the way he got too excited and needed to look away for some moments, but you took advantage of it by grinding your warm cunt against his chin, hips moving in circles as you found the right spot, earning a yearning moan along with droopy eyes from your cute Jisung. Begging you to do something else, or to keep going, you still don't know.
"You like how I taste baby?" You ask, your fingers now intertwined with his hair pulling it. "You are making a mess all over your face..." You whisper, taking the hair out of his sweaty forehead. "So messy, and you still haven't taken off my panties...What are you waiting for?"
He doesn't need any more hints. With shaking hands, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties, the damp cotton clinging to your skin. He pulls them down slowly, almost reverently, his eyes never leaving your core. He groans when he finally sees you, all bare and glistening for him.
"Jesus..." he breathed, the word a puff of air against your sensitive folds. "You're...wow."
You smirk, a wicked glint in your eyes. "Less talking, more eating, Jisungie."
He didn't need to be told twice.
He dove in, a clumsy but enthusiastic student of your body. His tongue was a flat, warm pressure against your clit, and you gasped, your back arching and leaning even more onto his mouth. He was a natural, or at least a very fast learner. He explored you with a kind of desperate curiosity, licking and sucking, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs.
He suddenly remembered something about the clitoris in his biology class, feeling bold, one of his hands reached near where he was still eating you out, touching, almost guessing, aiming for that small button that will make you go even more insane, hopefully.
"Oh shit! Fuck, fuck fuck! Keep going Jisungie, please!" He knew he had found it when he rubbed in circles, slowly at first, then matching the pace of your hips. The sounds coming out of your mouth are like music to his ears, your legs trembling around his head as you get closer to your release.
He can't believe this is real. You are real.
He started to add more pressure, not caring about how sensitive your poor clit is. And as he felt your walls tightening around the two fingers he sneaked inside of you while you were too lost in pleasure to notice, he looked up at you, enjoying the way your face contorts in pleasure. Mouth opened in a silent scream, eyes rolled back, messy hair, a few tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks...you looked beautiful. He felt like a god, a powerful one, as he is the one making you feel like this.
"J-Jisungie...I-I'm gonna..." You managed to say before a wave of pleasure washed over you, your body convulsing as you came hard, your juices flooding his mouth. He lapped it all up, not wanting to waste a single drop. He didn't stop until you were a trembling, whimpering mess, pushing his head away as the overstimulation became too much.
You laid there for a moment, trying to catch your breath, your body still humming with the aftershocks of your orgasm. Jisung, fearless than ever, reached to you so as to take off every single piece of clothing off your body taking his sweet time. Amazed by your beautiful proportions, can't believe he has the honour of be fucking you.
Once your body calms down after a few minutes, you remember your cute Jisungie has needs too, even though you wish he will eat your pussy non stop, you can tell his cock is hurting in his trousers. Crawling on your hands and knees you get closer to Jisung, who places his hand on your soft hair, massaging your scalp with the little bit of shyness that still occupies his body, as you caress his dick over the jeans.
Even the slightest touch makes him whimper, he's too excited, too sensitive, all for you.
Squeezing his size around the fabric, you lift his hoodie leaving him with nothing to hide, his perfectly built abs showing as he didn't wear anything underneath. You are left with no choice but to kiss them, tongue going up and down on the hard muscles, slurping and biting as you keep masturbating him.
From his deep whimpers, to the waistband of his calvin klein black boxers tight around his hips, everything drives you insane.
His dick is not a disappointment, far from it. As he kicks his jeans and boxers out of when you keep pulling them down, only for you to discover a pretty, throbbing and angry red cock that it's just begging for your wet dreams from now on. His precum running down the tip, the thought of him making a mess before you even touch it makes you clench around nothing.
"Shit, Y/n, please..." The desperation in his voice makes you even more wet if possible.
"You want to, don't you? You want to fuck me so bad." You smirk, your hot breath tickling his tip, making him buck his hips into the empty air. "You want to ruin my pretty pussy, don't you baby? Show me what a loser like you can do."
He doesn't answer with words, but with actions. He grabs you by the hair, hard, just enough to guide your head towards his cock. And you let him.
You take him into your mouth, your lips wrapping around him, your tongue swirling around the head. He moans, a loud, guttural sound that goes straight to your core. You start to move, taking him deeper and deeper, your head bobbing up and down, your hand stroking the part of his shaft that you can't fit into your mouth. You realize you are as excited as him, as you start deep throating him by your own will, covering his whole length with your spit, even licking his balls while pointing your sharp and teary eyes to him. Awakening a void on his stomach that he had never felt before you.
"I don't wanna cum like this, Y/n, stop, p-please..." His hand still wrapped on your hair onto a messy ponytail to keep your soft and well groomed hair out of the way, but staring at the ceiling to control himself to release his load onto your warm mouth.
"Oh?? So how do you wanna do it, baby?" You keep stroking him, now wet and glistening because of you, a cocky smile displayed on your face as you adjust his crooked glasses on his nose. "You wanna fuck me? Breed me? Fill me up until I can't walk?" His hips buckle as he moans again.
"I want to...I want to ruin you."
He moves so fast you don't even have time to react. One moment you're kneeling on the bed, the next you're on your back, your legs spread wide, Jisung hovering over you, his eyes dark with a predatory hunger you'd only seen in yourself before. He positions himself at your entrance, the head of his cock nudging against your wet folds.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice a low growl.
You did, your eyes locking with his. The shy, awkward boy from the library was gone, replaced by this dominant, confident man who was about to claim you. And it was the hottest thing you had ever seen.
"Jisung, please..." You pleaded, your hips bucking up, trying to take him in.
"Please what?" He teased, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "Please fuck you? Please ruin you? Please make you mine?"
"Yes," you cried out. "All of it. Please."
He entered you in one smooth, hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
His cock deep inside you, deeper than any man that you've ever fucked before. Hands gripping on your waist, so hard you know you'll have bruises by tomorrow.
He doesn't move, too invested into believing he is actually inside you. He takes every second to memorize the way your pussy is sucking him, how he feels you'll swallow him. The way you are pulsating at the same rythym as his hearbeat.
Eager hands take off his hoodie, hovering it over his head, crooking his glasses again. He seems to want to take them off, but you stop him abruptly.
"Keep them on Jisungie, you look even hotter with them..." You accentuate you liking for his loser ass glasses with a squeeze to his cock.
He lets a small moan slip from his lips and with a small nod, then he starts to move.
He sets a punishing pace, his hips snapping against yours, each thrust hitting that perfect spot deep inside you.
You're a mess of moans and whimpers, your nails digging into his back, your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, his pelvis covered with nicely trimmed hair hitting right on your clit, making your toes curl.
He's relentless, a man possessed, chasing his own pleasure while dragging yours along for the ride. He's a fucking natural.
"You feel so good," he groans, his forehead resting against yours, our breaths mingling. "So fucking tight, so wet...all for me."
"All for you, Jisungie," you manage to gasp out. "Only for you."
The words seem to ignite something in him. He moves faster, harder, the headboard slamming against the wall with a rhythmic thud. He's fucking you into the mattress, and you're loving every second of it. You are loving the way this pathetic loser is destroying you, making you his.
"You're mine," he growls, his teeth nipping at your earlobe. "Say it."
"I'm yours," you moan, your head thrown back in ecstasy. "I'm all yours, Jisung."
He shifts slightly, changing the angle, and you scream as he hits your g-spot dead on. Your orgasm hits you like a bus, abruptly wanting to expel Jisung from your body. A current of liquid making Jisung pull out, only to see you squirt, making a mess all over him, yourself and your bed. The warmth of your orgasm hitting on his torso makes his cock grow bigger, heavier if that's possible. Limbs shaking, you look like you are convulsing, screaming his name and unintelligible words so high, his confidence is in the sky and feels like a brand new man.
A man made for you and only you.
The slightest touch on your skin makes you shriek and move away from him, two orgasms in a row made you too sensitive. But he wasn't done yet. You're a trembling, spent mess, but he's still rock hard, still throbbing with need. He flips you over, pulling your hips up, positioning you on your hands and knees.
"I'm not done with you yet," he says, his voice a low rumble. "I'm not gonna stop until I've filled you up so much you won't be able to think about anyone else but me."
He enters you from behind, this new angle allowing him to go even deeper. You moan, your face buried in the pillow, your fists clutching the sheets. He's brutal, his hands gripping your hips so tight you know you'll have finger-shaped bruises in the morning. He's marking you, claiming you, and you're letting him.
You can feel him getting closer, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his breathing ragged. The sight of your ass and back fully exposed to him makes him lose it. Your waist that leads him to your round ass, the way your waist to hip ratio is perfect to him. His hand comes down on your ass with a sharp slap, the stinging pain mixing with the intense pleasure. You cry out, pushing back against him, begging for more.
"Jisung, please, oh please Jisungie...!," you whimper, only recieving his hand on your neck, bony, long fingers intertwined, pulling you back with strenght and making your back arch in the process. His cock hitting places no one ever had discovered inside of you. Your tears roll down your face again. "Please fill me up, please Jisungie..." You could ask him to stop, but it's what you wanted right?
This was your plan since the beginning. You were the one who wanted to break him, but it's you who is being destroyed instead, and it's even better.
Your pleas push him over the edge. He groans your name as he buries himself deep inside you, his cock twitching as he spills his hot cum into you. The feeling of him filling you up triggers another, smaller orgasm, and you clench around him, milking him for every last drop.
He collapses on top of you, both of you panting, your bodies slick with sweat. He's heavy, but you don't want him to move. You like the feeling of his weight on you, the feeling of him still inside you. He stays there for a long moment, his face buried in your neck, his breathing slowly returning to normal.
Finally, he pushes himself up, pulling out of you gently. You feel a twinge of loss at the emptiness he leaves behind. He flops down on the bed beside you, and you curl up against him, resting your head on his chest.
Drawing imaginary hearts on his broad shoulder, you call him to know if he was asleep as he hadn't made any sound since you cuddled with him. "Hey, Jisungie...?"
"Y-yeah?" There it was again, that stammer. He had just fucked you like no man on earth ever could and now he was right back at his shyness. You just love him.
"Would you like to be my try-out boyfriend? You know, just to see if we are really compatible" He chokes on his saliva, sitting on the bed to look at your eyes.
"What if I want to be your real boyfriend?"
Now you're the one choking. "Are you serious?! An hour ago I would've sworn that you were terrified of me!!" You laugh, the irony of the situation is not lost on you.
"Maybe that was my way of not getting you into my bed, guess it didn't work though."
Now this is your Jisung. Confident, witty, and ridiculously hot. And he's all yours.
You crawl closer, a lazy, satisfied smile spreading across your face as you throw a leg over his waist, straddling him. His softening cock is still sticky against your inner thigh. You lean down, your hair tickling his chest, and press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.
"A real boyfriend, huh?" you murmur, tracing the line of his jaw with your fingertip. "That's a big step, Park Jisung. You sure you can handle all this?" You gesture vaguely at yourself, a playful challenge in your eyes.
A slow smile spreads across his face, a stark difference from the panicked boy in the library. This smile is confident, maybe even a little cocky. His hands, which had been resting limply at his sides, come up to rest on your hips, his thumbs stroking your skin.
"I think," he says, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your entire body, "I just proved I can handle it. But the real question is, can you handle me?"
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thx for readiiiing!!! english is nawt my first language so sorry if there are many mistakes hehe, you may let me know so i can get better :p
available on ao3 as well!!! :3
-> https://archiveofourown.org/works/77060176
