dreamy!!! its been so long?? oh my goodness?? idk if u remember me HAHA but i hope ure doing well <33
KIMCHI OMG OFC I REMEMBER đ im doing well thank you for asking :))) just trying to study for the mcat & get through the rest of summer before i can finally go back to my college campus & see my friends! WBU.
GUYSS Iâm sorry for being so inactive đ currently trying not to end it while studying for the mcat⊠đ€đ€Ą I will answer all replies/asks/dms soon pls keep me in your prayers đ„Č
Do you happen to know this skz smut writer who had pink headings and pink dividers? I've been looking for their fic, it is old and I forgot the username đ
Hey! Sorry Iâm not too sure :( do you remember what fic it was? That might help me narrow it down!
INTERMISSION (will return)
· MOMO ⟠Neighbors AU
đ± ONE SHOTS
Sorted from newest to oldest.
· BLEEP ⟠OT8 College AU
· FLASH ⟠OT8 Drabbles
· ONE NIGHT AT BACK DOOR ⟠OT8 Host Club AU
· FURTHER THAN FOREVER
· OFF THE RECORD ⟠LMH x Male Reader
· FIND ME (INSIDE EVERY HEARTBEAT)
· BETWEEN US ⟠KSM, LMH
· HORIZONTAL HIERARCHY
· EVERYTHINGOES
· PUDDING
· TKO
· BUBBLEGUM ⟠LMH, BC
everythingoes is the first thing I read by them & itâs so beautifully poignant & criminally underrated đ also highly recommend find me, thankfully itâs getting the attention it deserves ughhh
omg medicine??? thats so impressive iâm in awe, do u know what profession youâre aiming for specifically? & youâre so sweet omg, your reply made me smile so wide â€ïž
as for me, things are great! iâm taking a gap year until i figure out my major so no uni for me, but iâve been taking a few gen-eds online! pretty low stress aside from work
you're too sweet omg <3 med is really tough especially in the us i feel like school is so long & there's so many hoops to jump through going from premed to med school to residency to fellowship and on and on and onnnn. omg. the grind never endsđđ
i really want to become either a psychiatrist or an emergency medicine physician (since i'm currently an EMT working to become a paramedic rn, and i loooove emergency med)!
and TWINN i'm taking a gap year next year too! i just need a break before diving back in headfirst, and just work on my resume/application and spend time with family <3
wbu?? do you have any specific profession in mind rn or just exploring options?
itâs tradition at this point. every practice, the two of you put together little snacks for him to bring along for the team. felix always makes sure youâre wearing his spare jersey on game days, partly because he wants everyone to know youâre his, but mostly because he absolutely melts seeing you in his clothes (especially that jersey đ«¶). after every match, win or lose, he comes running straight to you, scooping you up and spinning you around with the brightest grin., even after losing !!
đ ⊠jisung as a sporty boyfriend
sigh. the clumsiest man you know. youâre constantly tending to his injuries, sometimes because he pulled something at their last game, other times because he tripped over his own laces on the way home. jisungâs talent speaks for itself though, heâs undaunted by challenges and is always actively trying his best. honestly, between those puffed cheeks when heâs focused and those surprisingly strong arms, itâs hard to believe anyone can concentrate on the game when han jisung is playing. âïž
đ ⊠seungmin as a sporty boyfriend
seungmin has a tendency to keep to himself. that is, unless heâs talking about something heâs passionate about. trust and believe that seungmin is VERY passionate about playing soccer, and you love that about him. often feeding into his long rants about whoever cut him off last practice, or about some insane play he made. i specifically see him being a huge soccer fan even if itâs not his sport of choice, sitting down to watch a game or two with him always makes him so happy. he loves sharing his happiness with his favorite person.
đ ⊠jeongin as a sporty boyfriend
okay, maybe jeongin isnât the sportiest of the bunch đ€ but when he does play, he enjoys every second of it. he still prefers cozy nights in with you, but seeing you show up at his games makes him light up with pride. during halftime heâs the type to wave like crazy, blow shameless kisses, and just be his cheesy self. you always kid that heâs too much for you⊠but heâs the only only goof for you.
a little death is one of the most gorgeous things i have ever read. it didn't even feel like a fic. missing your writing extra today, dear author
this is so sweet oh my god đ and kismet because i've been thinking a lot about my old writing lately and how much i've missed it. ive said this a trillion times already on here, but a little death is my all time favorite thing i have ever written, and i'm not quite ready to let it go..
i'm finishing up a super hectic week at college but am already outlining part 2 for it :) so try not to miss me too much hehe i'll be back soon with more <33
for your mental health and my blood pressure, please just let heeseung go and support the remaining 6 moving forward.
i still see people boosting the most harmful 'solution' possible like my god, DO NOT BOYCOTT ENHYPEN. a boycott will only be felt by a company as big as hybe/belift if done en masseâas in somehow every group's fandoms put a united front and boycott the shit out of them.
let's talk business! the timing of the announcement might seem out of nowhere to you, but heeseung's departure was announced a good ten days before the company's biggest group comes back for the first time post-military. i'm sure they anticipated a potential drop in sales and put an allowance for that, but they'll be making it back in two weeks time lol. messaging investors will do nothing because they're already anticipating that eventual recovery. i saw a post saying 'the numbers are dropping from the boycott', yeah, because that shit fluctuates all of the time! watch it skyrocket with bts' comeback. investors won't necessarily pull out just because one group is experiencing turmoil when all the rest are profitable and doing very well in an international scale. think long-term!
do you know who the boycott directly harms though? let's zoom in! kpop groups are managed separately into segments or divisions. in the kpop industry, idols and groups are the main products of the company. do you know what companies do to unprofitable products? they get discontinued! in management, the usual threshold for discontinuance or shutdown is when a company profits less when the division is up than it would if the division was shutdown. i'm not saying they'll disband enhypen, the discontinuance won't happen overnight because they're still profitable now. it would begin with cheaper sets, less comebacksâa gradual pulling back of investments to fund other projects or groups.
i don't know why all of you were convinced that a little blip in the company's sales would compel them to give you what you want. they'll just traceback where the drop of sales comes from and decide from there whether 6nha would still be worth the investment or not. why do you think 6nha was giving it their all in their melbourne performance? they know the fate of groups with incomplete members, they already know they lost fans from heeseung's departure. some of these groups recover but most of the time they don't.
you may think your boycott is effective and you'll outsmart the company, but hybe/belift isn't one of the big companies in the industry for nothing (not glazing, i'm just saying they're a force to be reckoned with). they'll just discard one unprofitable product in favor of another profitable one. you're further sabotaging the group's chances at surviving this already huge problem of a missing central member. they're trying so hard to prove to the company, and to youâ'fans', unbelievablyâthat they're still worth it despite being incomplete. heeseung isn't coming back and you won't have the rest of them either if you keep doing what you're doing.
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SYNOPSIS
When Minho buys a really ugly dress for you, but you don't want to hurt his feelings.
Pairing: Lee Know x fem!reader
Genre: established relationship, fluff
Warnings: none :)
Word Count: 1.4k
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âHoney, I got you a surprise!â
You immediately toss aside the book you were reading and practically leap off the couch at the sound of Minhoâs voice. You love surprises. Your husband enters the room with a tired look on his face, but nevertheless, he smiles lovingly at you, holding out a cute beige-colored shopping bag to you.
âI stopped by the store after work,â Minho explains, sitting down next to you as he loosens his tie.
You pause while pulling out the sparkly tissue paper at the top of the bag, touched. You know how busy Minho is these days, and the fact that he took time out of his day to get you something made you melt. âAw, Min. Youâre so sweet.â
The tips of Minhoâs ears turn pink, like they always did whenever you praise him. âLook inside the bag!â
You tear through the wrapping paper, your fingertips meeting something soft. Intrigued, you pull the mystery item out excitedly, only to realize that it is the absolutely ugliest dress that you have ever set eyes on. For a moment, you just stare at it, surprised in the worst possible way.
âSo? What do you think?âÂ
Minhoâs eager voice snaps you out of your mini reverie. You gulp, racking your head for something to say. âOh! UrmâŠâ
His face falls. âDo you not like it?â
You shake your head vigorously. âNo! Iâm just so⊠amazed! You normally never buy clothes for me.â
Minho grins. âI know. But hey, maybe there can be two fashionistas in the family now.â
âYeah, definitely!â You swallow, hoping he doesnât see right through you.
Satisfied, he tilts his head towards your bedroom. âYou should try it on!â
Defeated, you turn and trudge to your bedroom. Once youâre inside, you quickly pull off your favorite pajamas and change into the dress. Minho enters the room as you step into the mirror, and you truly have to clench your jaw to keep the horrified gasp that nearly escapes you.
The dress is an insult to fashion, if youâre being honest. The geometric pattern sporting an unflattering shade of orange makes you feel like a pumpkin. It looks like a shapeless blob on you, the swaths of fabric pooling unflatteringly at your waist. The knitted design is scratchy on your skin, making it incredibly uncomfortable. And to make everything worse, you catch the number on the price tag, and you want to faint.
Clearing your throat, you glance to your side over at Minho, who gazes wordlessly into the mirror at your reflection. âHow do I look?â
He shakes his head softly, genuinely awestruck. âBeautiful. Just beautiful.â
You have an idea or two of what you really think you look like, but you plaster on a fake smile, hoping youâre selling it. âYouâre the best husband ever.â
âI saw it in the store, and thought it would look so pretty on you.â Minho beams proudly, and he looks so innocent that you feel your heart break a little in guilt.
âMinho, baby.â You place a hand on his shoulder. âYou really didnât have to.â
He pouts. âBut Changbin is hosting dinner tomorrow, and I wanted you to have something nice to wear.â
So what other option do you have than to thank him and give him a little kiss? You would wear that god-awful dress to Chanbinâs party for everyone to see, rather than hurt Minhoâs feelings, right? Definitely.
âY/N, Minho! Come on in!â Changbin opens the door, welcoming you into his home.
You donât miss his expression of shock as he lets you in, but ever the gracious host, Changbin smoothly covers it up with a smile and hugs you both. As you and Minho walk into the living room, where all of the guests are mingling over cocktails. You get similar looks from the others, but you glance over at Minho worriedly, hoping he doesnât notice. Luckily, he doesnât seem to, joining in on the conversation and laughing at someoneâs joke.
You inhale and let yourself relax, searching the crowd for Hyunjin and Jisung, your two good friends. You spy Jisung loitering by the dessert table, discreetly piling brownies into napkins and tucking them into his pockets for later.
âSneaking extra brownies, are we?â You creep up behind him, making him yelp and nearly drop his brownie.Â
âSeriouslyââ Jisung looks over at you, prepared to shoot a comeback at you when he halts. âWhat in the world are you wearing?â
You roll your eyes. âA dress, okay? Minho got it for me.â
âOh.âÂ
âIs there something you want to say, Jisung?â
He stuffs the brownie into his mouth to obviously conceal his laughter, but you donât miss the faint smirk on his face. âNothing.â
You give up. âWhereâs Hyunjin?â
âLate, as usual.â Jisung swallows his brownie before eyeing the mini pizza bagels at the end of the table. âIâll be right back.â
You turn and look for Minho, finding him chatting with Seungmin. Seungmin finishes refilling his wine glass and exits the kitchen, and Minho takes the chance to slip his arms around your waist, pulling you close.
âEnjoying the party?â He asks, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
You nod, taking a sip of Minhoâs drink. âMhm.â
Minho looks down at you. âIâll bet youâre getting a lot of compliments on your dress.â
âSo many.â You flick an imaginary piece of lint off of said dress. You hate lying to him.Â
Minho frowns, noticing how youâre avoiding his eyes, and opens his mouth to say something, but before he can, Hyunjin waltzes in, two hours after the party began.
You take the opportunity to change the subject. âFashionably late, Hyunjin?â
âYes, but I canât say the same for you, Y/N.â Hyunjin bursts into laughter. âWhere did you get that dress? Itâs actually hideous.â
Usually, you wouldnât mind such a comment coming from Hyunjin, because this kind of teasing banter was a normal exchange between you both. However, this time, Minho is the one who is responsible for your outfit.
And from the way the smile fades from Minhoâs face, he is also listening. âWhat?â
You glare at Hyunjin. âNo, itâs not.â
Hyunjin snickers, still not getting the hint. âYou know damn wellââ
âY/N said she loved it.â Minho steps in, looking equal parts confused and upset. âI bought it for her yesterday.â
Hyunjin shuts up at last, finally realizing why you are shooting daggers at him with your eyes. âOhhh. I was just kidding, Minho. Please donât murder me.â
With that, Hyunjin quickly bolts out of the kitchen, leaving you and Minho alone. You peek over at Minho, only to see him sadly looking down at the floor.Â
âMinâŠâ
âI knew you hated it.â Minho puts his glass in the sink and walks out. With a frustrated groan, you follow after him, only to catch him in a very deep one-way conversation with Jisung, who just chews on his food while watching Minho rapidly ramble about cars. You understand that Minho is mortified and doesnât want to talk to you, so you go back to Hyunjin, who has wandered into Changbinâs home gym and is messing with the weights.Â
For the rest of the evening, thereâs this tension you canât name between you and Minho, and you both donât exchange any words. When itâs time to leave, you both say goodbye to everyone before getting into your car. For a few minutes, thereâs an awkward silence as Minho drives and stares straight ahead, not looking at you even once. Once you arrive at home, Minho parks, and you prepare to get down out of the car, but Minho speaks up.Â
âI wish you just told me that you didnât like the dress. Then I wouldnât have been so embarrassed,â Minho says softly.
You sigh. âI just didnât want to hurt your feelings, and you were so excited.â
âYou should have been honest.â
âI know. Iâm sorry.âÂ
Minho stays quiet for a moment, and you think heâs still disappointed, but then he looks over at you, a small grin on his face. âIâm sorry too. When you opened it I realized it really was so ugly, but I was too stubborn to admit it.â
You chuckle, relieved. âMaybe leave clothes shopping to me. Youâre good at so many other things.â
âI agree. I canât be too perfect, after all.â Minho winks at you playfully.
With an amused smile, you lean over and kiss your husband. His fashion sense may not be incredible, but you love him just the way he is.
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broooooo this is sooooo i can't!!! legit had the biggest smile reading this istg!!! this was so adorable but bro the way the writing just played out in my head I love it smm
like from the beginning when the reader just jumped out of the damn couch wa SSOO adorable and when minho joked like now there can be two fashionista in the house like idk why I was laughing at his lame ass jokes i ain't his wife bruhhh this is so goofy. also when reader asking where hyunjin is to jisung? like miss girl are you planning on flaunting the dress to everyone?!?? (minho the real lucky one getting a wife like that)
and talking about the dress the description literally had me floored like no way she actually wore it?!? also in the end I GET minho's trifling ass was lowkey knew it was ugly and did it for fun! i BET! like this was sooo funny omg!
QIWI WTFF WHERE YOU BEEN!! and i had the biggest smile reading your reblog bc wtf bro đđ you're so sweet & hilarious stop i missed you sm lololll and yes i just know bro be telling the lamest jokes all the time đ
BUT THANK YOU FOR READING & HMU ANYTIME & IM EXCITED FOR YOUR NEXT POST
after you begin to listen to your insecurities, your boyfriend decides to prove to you just how beautiful he knows you to be.Â
đ pairing:Â han jisung x fem!reader
đ genre:Â smut, established relationship, college au, mild hurt/comfort
đ warnings (18+ mdni):Â explicit sexual content, dom!jisung, sub!reader, fingering, squirting, impact play/slapping, dacryphilia, edging/orgasm denial, dirty talk, heavyyy body worship, insecurities, possessive behavior, improper use of mirror, mentions of stem student trauma fml
đ word count:Â 3.8k words
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Wednesdays are Jisungâs favorite. Although theyâre far from the weekendâs reprieve, theyâre the only day of the week that he gets to spend time with you. Save for quick lunches between classes or impromptu grocery runs, Jisung barely gets to see you, given how packed senior year is. Even the weekends donât have much mercy on your relationship, with all of the back-to-back club meetings and endless shifts and grueling library catch-up sessions.Â
But on Wednesdays, Jisung wakes up and feels like the drag from Monday has disappeared; he attends all of his early morning classes with an extra pep in his step that always has a still groggy Jeongin rolling his eyes. His mood canât even be ruined by his perpetually pissed off professor, as he breezes through his advanced music composition class like itâs a cakewalk. And then at 2 PM, like clockwork, Jisung takes the shuttle bus to your apartment off-campus, buzzing with the mere thought of being able to just relax the rest of the day with his girlfriend.Â
But as he lets himself in now, Jisung can sense a strange difference in the mood, all of the excitement draining out of him. The lights are all turned off, and the heavy living room curtains are drawn together, blocking out the afternoon sun. The apartment is dead quiet, and if Jisung didnât have your location, heâd have thought you were elsewhere; itâs what he loves the most about you, how you always seem to bring life to every room with your bubbly, lovely personality.Â
âBaby? You there?â Jisung calls out, as he slips off his shoes and slings his backpack onto the couch, before making his way over to your bedroom door. Usually, you have some nice music going on your speakers to welcome Jisung, curating the perfect playlist for when he fucks you deep into your mattress. Today, however, thereâs nothing, not even a muffled greeting when he knocks, before he gingerly opens it, not knowing what to expect.Â
But there you are, curled up into a tight ball under your comforter, facing the wall. Youâre asleep, and the sight tugs at his chest; youâve been working so hard these last few months, and heâs rarely seen you take a break. He silently walks over to your bed, not even bothering to take his baseball cap and glasses off before heâs getting on, groaning as his back touches your warm sheets. He rolls over to face your back, throwing his arm over your waist to tug you close. Jisung buries his face into your neck, inhaling slowly like he hasnât already memorized your scent; he canât help it, youâre just so precious.Â
He hums faintly, kissing the nape of your neck and mumbling into your skin. âLove you.â
It rolls so easily off his tongue, the confession. After all, he makes sure you hear it every single day, whether itâs when youâre snugly tucked in his arms or just a voice on his cellphone. But saying it sends a small jolt through his heart nevertheless, because heâs so irrevocably whipped for you even after the years youâve had together.Â
Maybe itâs not routine, being in bed in the middle of the day instead of immediately jumping each otherâs bones as usually done, but itâs still undeniably cozy, so tender, being here with you. He finds himself slipping into the same slumber that has claimed you, eyes growing heavy-lidded as he finally eases up in your presence. But before he canâ
A sniffleâso soft and small that Jisung almost misses it. Jisung is instantly wide awake, pushing himself up so he can lean forward to examine your face properly. Your eyes flutter open, tears rolling down your cheeks as Jisung physically feels the concern etch into his features. His heart clenches at the sight, the worry coursing through him so potent that he could mistake it for the pump of blood on his wrist.Â
âWhatâs wrong, sweetheart?â Jisung tries, automatically swiping his fingers over your face, gathering the salty dampness there. âDid something happen?â
You stir in his hold, sitting upright against your headboard. Youâre not dressed how you normally are at home, swathed in a baggy hoodie instead of one of those skimpy pajama sets that always have Jisung going insane. You scrub at your face with your hands, letting out a shaky sigh. âItâs not a big deal, Ji. Iâm just being fucking dramatic.â
Jisung makes a skeptical noise, smoothing away the bangs sticking to your forehead. âYouâre crying, itâs a big deal to me. Donât keep it down, talk to me.â He smooths away the bangs sticking to your forehead, before taking your hand in his, pressing it to his heart. âBaby, itâs just me.â
âThatâs why I canât talk to you,â you counter, squeezing your eyes shut. âBecause itâs you, Jisung.â
He frowns, a little hurt, a lot confused. âWhy? Thereâs nothing you canât tell me. I swear.â
âFuck,â you groan, covering your face with your hands. âI just wanted to try something new.â
âNew? Like what?â
You inhale deeply, picking at the edge of your hoodie and avoiding Jisungâs eyes. âSo after I started that TA job, I just feel like Iâve been so absorbed with work.â
Jisung nods, doing his best to be encouraging. âGo on.â
âAnd itâs gotten so bad that I havenât been able to do anything special for you, you know? We just meet up, we fuck, we order food, and thatâs it. I feel like Iâve drained us from doing anything excitingââ
âThatâs not true, being with you is special in itself!â Jisung cuts you off indignantly. âI know youâve got a lot on your plate right now, and I would never ask anything of you. Except for you to be happy, of course.â
He pinches your cheek lightly, trying to get you to laugh. But you just glumly swat his hand away, shaking your head. âNo, Ji. I really wanted to do this. I⊠I went to the store. I got this stupid fucking set, and I tried it before you came here, and I guess I just felt so insecure⊠I donât even know.â
Jisung blinks. âSet? Likeââ
âLingerie.â You let out a bitter laugh thatâs so completely uncharacteristic of you that he winces a little. âI just realized how much I really let myself go this semester. Like, I havenât been working out regularly, and it shows, and I justâI just feel so damn undesirable right now.â
Youâre the smartest person Jisung has ever met. Heâs seen you solve the toughest problems in Real Analysis (before he personally had to withdraw from it and change his major), witnessed you beat Kim fucking Seungmin for the highest score on the P-Chem final. But at this moment, he genuinely doubts your mental capacity, because how could you ever think yourself to be undesirable, in any context?Â
âUndesirable? Iâm sorry, but thatâs genuinely the craziest shit youâve ever said,â Jisung canât help but scoff, rolling your eyes. Undesirable? Laughable. The girl he loves has lost her marbles. âFirst off, I would be concerned if you were still going to the gym all the time, with your insane schedule. What matters is that you're healthy, nothing else. Second, youâre the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen.â
âMe. Sexy.â You snort, breaking eye contact and turning to your side to stare at the wall. âSure.â
âAre you calling me a liar?â Thereâs an unfamiliar edge to Jisungâs voice that surprises even himself, one that has you snapping your gaze back to his face.Â
You pinch the bridge of your nose, squinting at Jisung like heâs slow. âJisung, canât we justââ
âGo put it on.â Jisung sits back, crossing his arms. âShow me how it looks.â
âButââ
âNot asking twice.â
Jisung stays still, dangerously placid, observing how your lips part to express your shock. He knows you recognize his tone, that cold, unflinching voice he employs when heâs using you how he likes, thrusting into you harshly as you whimper beneath him from where youâre pinned down. Itâs so different from the way he interacts with you, with how you could just sneeze and heâs all over you, adoring the very way you breathe. But this, this is a command that has your mouth forming a cute little âoâ that would have him crooning if in any other situation. Now, heâs just not having it.Â
After a charged moment, you give up, letting out a petulant huff of acquiescence as you shove the blanket off. He watches you hoist yourself off the bed and trudge towards your bathroom, before you give him a pointed look over your shoulder and pettily slam the door.
Brat, Jisung thinks. Hopelessly endeared, even when heâs mad at you for talking down his favorite person.Â
A few minutes pass, and Jisung is just about to come over and get you himself, when the bathroom door creaks open. Jisung holds his breath, waiting as you step out, eyes trained on the carpet. Your hair is a little mussed up, tumbling over your shoulders, and you do your best to cover yourself with your hands, but your efforts are fruitless:
Youâre wearing a silky rose-colored babydoll slip that sticks to you like a second skin, with an alluring slit down the side, one that shows off the thin strap of the matching pair of panties youâre wearing underneath. You nervously cross your arms over your chest, trying to conceal the ample cleavage now exposed to Jisungâs eyes by the dainty sweetheart neckline of the piece.Â
âThere you go. Happy? I look so stupid right now,â you grumble, clenching your fists at your side.Â
Jisung doesnât say anything, simply padding over where you are slumped by the door. He can barely contain his eagerness, greedily tracing his eyes over your body, drinking in your curves like the choicest of wines. You are so intoxicating indeed, as you shiver under the intensity of his gaze. Such a lovely creature, you are, crossing your legs and shyly tipping your head down, hair falling into your eyes. Jisung genuinely has to hold down a groan when he sees how short the slip really is, how it barely covers your assâfuck, all he wants to do is ruin you. But that has to wait.Â
He wordlessly takes your hand, ignoring your protests, leading you to your bed and sitting you down on the edge that directly faces your full-length mirror. The skirt of the slip rides up as you shift uncomfortably, trying to tug it down to cover up how deliciously your thighs are spread. Jisung firmly moves your hand away, locking it in his own as he sits behind you and then lifts you onto his lap. Youâre caged in by his legs, gripped by his embrace, and forced to stare at the mirror in front of you.Â
âIs this really necessary, Ji?â You say softly, meeting his gaze in the mirror.Â
âYep,â Jisung replies, popping the word as a matter-of-factly. âIt really is, baby.â
Jisung pushes his glasses up on his nose, resolving to keep them on even though he always finds them so irritatingly in the way. Right now, he wants to be able to properly take in every inch of you. Every tremble, every twitchâ he wants to see.Â
He runs his hands down your body, reveling how smooth your skin is, how the fabric of the slip ruches as he moves down. You fidget under his touch, attempting to bat his hands away, but Jisung stays steady, ignoring you. âYou know, it pains me that you donât see yourself the way I do.â
âHow do you see me?â you ask, your voice barely above a hushed whisper.Â
Jisung kisses your shoulder, pinching at the slip's lacy hem. âIâve already told you so many times that youâre the most beautiful girl I know. But let me be more specific, hm?â
You canât conceal your little sigh as Jisung presses his fingers into the warm skin of your throat, gentle but with just enough pressure to feel your pulse pick up.
âFirst⊠this face.â A searing kiss to your jawline, sure to leave a bruise, and then he continues. âAn angel. So fucking ethereal. Pretty as a petal. Sometimes, Iâll wake up early just to admire how you look in the morning sun. And you know how much I hate waking up early.â
You let out a watery laugh in spite of yourself, turning your head to the side to kiss the corner of Jisungâs mouth. âYou do.â
Jisung smiles at you, unable to keep the affection off his face, even as he proceeds to say the nastiest things into your ear. âPersonally, my favorite part of you is your eyes. So big, so sultry. Especially when youâre on your knees and looking up at me with them, so innocently, when youâre anything but. My gorgeous little slut. Arenât you, baby?â
Jisung can tell how you immediately get aroused, your awkward demeanor shifting into something more needy, your pupils dilating in want. He loves getting you like this, riling you up until you finally submit to him. Heâs absolutely going to get what he wants out of you today, for you to admit how fucking wrong you are.Â
âI think⊠I thinkââ You donât get to finish your thought before your words are trailing off into a lewd moan. Jisung has moved on from teasingly tracing patterns over your clavicles, instead cupping your breasts and silently appreciating how warm and full you feel in his hands. He wastes no time taking your nipples in between his fingers, pinching at them through the flimsy lace.Â
âYou what?â Jisung bites back a smirk, as he takes in the slightly dumb look on your face, successfully pinning you in place with his gaze. âUse your words, baby.â
âI need you,â you finally plead, grabbing at Jisungâs hands, trying to push them to where you need him the most.
But Jisung resists even though he desires it just as much, instead wrenching his hands away from you, landing a sharp slap to the side of your hip. âNo. Bad girls donât get to cum.â
âBut Iââ
Jisung shuts you up with another kiss, tangling his fingers into the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling roughly. He relishes in your moans, at the way you arch into him when he bites your bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth.Â
âSee what I mean? Good girls donât talk back like that,â he whispers, swiftly sliding the straps of the slip down your arms, pushing the material down until your tits are completely freed. He hungrily grasps them, kneading at them at his own leisure until youâre squirming under his arms. âGod, these tits⊠itâs not a good day if I donât get to suck on them, you know?â
âReally?â you question, stuttering over the syllables as you watch Jisung swipe his tongue over his index finger, before he brings it back down, trailing circles around your nipples until theyâre shining with his spit, rosy from his touch.Â
âMhm. And then we have these thighs,â Jisung announces, letting his hands fall down to where you have your thighs tightly pressed together in a way Jisung now knows to indicate your arousal; you still may not be fully convinced by him, but Jisung has every intention of getting you there, rather pleased with his progress so far. âI wanna be buried in between them, twenty-four seven. Want you to suffocate me with them, if Iâm being honest.â
At this point, youâre practically sobbing in need of a release, and Jisung can quite literally feel it, how drenched your cunt is through the lingerie. Heâs sure that if he looks down, heâd see you dripping all over him, and the thought itself has his dick hardening in his jeans, but the very last shreds of willpower have him holding his gaze up, keeping you under his control.Â
âBut nothing compares to this pussy. So pretty,â Jisung says, gliding his hands over the soft flesh of your stomach, tickling the curve of your hips as he moves lower. He notes how your breath hitches when he cups your mound, how you impatiently grind your ass onto his lap to get him to go faster. But he takes his time, toying with you over your panties, indulging in the way you whine when he runs a single finger down your clothed slit.Â
He brings his hand up to his mouth, salivating in the anticipation of your arousal that heâs collected on it. He closes his lips over his finger, sucking lightly, and his eyes nearly roll all the way to the back of his head at your taste. âSo fucking sweet, too. Like candy.â
Jisung doesnât give you the chance to react to his filthy musings, before heâs shoving your panties to the side, the rough snap of the material against your skin smarting. Your complaints die before they even manifest, because he finally gives in to you, parting your lips with his fingers, completely baring your glistening cunt to him. His other hand stretches up, wrapping around your throat.Â
âJisung, babyâŠâ you sigh, and the sound goes straight to Jisungâs cock. But he stays unrelenting, slowly rubbing circles onto your clit, building you up just to break you down as soon as he decides youâre ready. Youâre so soaked that Jisung almost feels a strange sort of arrogance bloom in his chest, that heâs the one that gets to work up such a fucking goddess like you. Youâre his to kiss, his to fuck, his to loveâand as is he yours.Â
âWhatâs that? I didnât quite catch what you said,â Jisung replies, the smug condescension thick in his tone. You shiver at that, closing your eyes as you poorly attempt to gather yourself. âEyes stay open.â
Jisung grips your chin in emphasis, forcing you to keep your eyes open, to concentrate on how he deftly strums his fingers on your pussy like itâs one of his guitars. Your voice trembles as you try again, brows pulled together in effort. âMore, Ji. I want more, please?â
âFine. Since you asked nicely.â Jisung circles your entrance once, mocking you one last time for the hell of it, before heâs inserting two fingers into you, not even bothering to ease in. A choked moan escapes your lips as he mercilessly thrusts into you, curling his fingers so well inside of you that you dig your nails into his arm, sourcing the sting Jisung savors so much.Â
Every time he enters you, Jisung feels his own sense of euphoria, from the sensation of your walls gripping his fingers so well, from how the ache of your pleasure augments his own. He canât even pretend now, the lovesick expression on his face so painfully apparent when you both lock eyes in the mirror. âSo goddamn tight, but you always take me so well, baby. Donât you?â
âY-yes,â you whimper, and Jisung increases his pace, pumping his fingers into your cunt so vigorously that your slick has started to drip down past his wrist, coating him in your essence.Â
The obscene squelch of his fingers working your pussy fills the air, and you try to cover your face with your hands, attempting to hide your blush, but a sharp look from Jisung has you staying in place. âHear that? Listen to how your pussy sings for me. Better than anything I could come up with in the studio.â
You canât even answer him, so lost in his incessant ministrations. Soon, all he can hear are your broken moans, all he can feel being the desperate roll of your hips onto his hand. Youâre close, but Jisung refuses to let you finish until you give him exactly what he wants.Â
âJisung, please, need toââ
âYou donât know what you fucking need.â Jisung cruelly cuts you off, running his tongue over the tears that delicately spill down your cheeks; theyâre a different kind of tears, the kind he looks forward to whenever he has you like this. âIâm not going to let you cum unless you say it yourself.âÂ
You groan in frustration when he pulls his fingers out of you, resting them on your inner thigh while he waits for you to respond. âSay what?â
âYou know exactly what.â
Jisung watches as you take yourself in, silently observing the rapid rise and fall of your chest, how your slip is now tightly bunched around your waist, leaving most of your body fully exposed for you to see. Your hair cascades down loosely, save for the bangs sticking to your temples with the perspiration your boyfriend has induced. And your face is flushed a pretty pink, kiss-bitten lips parted to let the heavy sighs escape. You look nothing short of perfect, and finally, Jisung lets himself feel satisfaction, noting the realization in your glassy eyes.Â
âBeautiful,â you whisper. âI look beautiful.â
Thatâs all he needs before heâs plunging his fingers back into you, his other hand also occupied now, tracing his passion onto your sensitive nub, confessing to you in the only way that gets you to see stars indoors. It doesnât take long for him to make you cum, your orgasm hitting so hard that you spasm in his grip, back arching into the hard muscle of Jisungâs chest as you scream his name.
He doesnât slow his fingers, driving into you until he feels the steady stream of your release around them. Your legs shake uncontrollably as Jisung makes you squirt, and he doesnât even afford you the opportunity to be embarrassed about it, whispering heated praise into your ears as he helps you ride out the high.Â
Finally, he retracts his hand, giving you a fond little smile before kissing you until heâs sure youâre dizzied by it. He pulls back, grin growing wider at how dazed you are, eyes unfocused as you take his arms and circle them around you, pulling him close. The hazy late afternoon rays peak through the cracks in your window blinds, cloaking you both in a warm glow.
âThank you,â you whisper, your breathing evening out, the heave of your chest slowing. Jisung doesnât respond, studying you in the mirror as you clasp his hand in yours, brushing your lips over his knuckles. âFor proving me wrong.â
âSave it for later.â Jisungâs eyes darken as he suddenly stands up, flipping you face-down onto the bed before heâs landing a harsh slap onto your ass. You gasp at the stinging sensation, at how Jisungâs cock presses into you from behind, at the way he immediately kneads his soothing hands into your skin, like he isnât about to wreck you all over again. âIâm not done with you yet.â
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
i just haddd to indulge my college!bf jisung brainrot, especially bc i'm flying back to campus on saturday and i know i'm about to get cooked this semester so my only method of coping is being delusional romanticizing college (no i have never & will never find a man like jisung at mine) ! anyway, updates will probably get a little slower (as usual) since i'll be back to school & also bc i gotta lock in on studying for my mcat (kill me pls), but i've gotten a lot better at managing my time LMFAO so i'll still be active <3 feel free to hmu to yap !! xx. dreamy.
after you begin to listen to your insecurities, your boyfriend decides to prove to you just how beautiful he knows you to be.Â
đ pairing:Â han jisung x fem!reader
đ genre:Â smut, established relationship, college au, mild hurt/comfort
đ warnings (18+ mdni):Â explicit sexual content, dom!jisung, sub!reader, fingering, squirting, impact play/slapping, dacryphilia, edging/orgasm denial, dirty talk, heavyyy body worship, insecurities, possessive behavior, improper use of mirror, mentions of stem student trauma fml
đ word count:Â 3.8k words
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Wednesdays are Jisungâs favorite. Although theyâre far from the weekendâs reprieve, theyâre the only day of the week that he gets to spend time with you. Save for quick lunches between classes or impromptu grocery runs, Jisung barely gets to see you, given how packed senior year is. Even the weekends donât have much mercy on your relationship, with all of the back-to-back club meetings and endless shifts and grueling library catch-up sessions.Â
But on Wednesdays, Jisung wakes up and feels like the drag from Monday has disappeared; he attends all of his early morning classes with an extra pep in his step that always has a still groggy Jeongin rolling his eyes. His mood canât even be ruined by his perpetually pissed off professor, as he breezes through his advanced music composition class like itâs a cakewalk. And then at 2 PM, like clockwork, Jisung takes the shuttle bus to your apartment off-campus, buzzing with the mere thought of being able to just relax the rest of the day with his girlfriend.Â
But as he lets himself in now, Jisung can sense a strange difference in the mood, all of the excitement draining out of him. The lights are all turned off, and the heavy living room curtains are drawn together, blocking out the afternoon sun. The apartment is dead quiet, and if Jisung didnât have your location, heâd have thought you were elsewhere; itâs what he loves the most about you, how you always seem to bring life to every room with your bubbly, lovely personality.Â
âBaby? You there?â Jisung calls out, as he slips off his shoes and slings his backpack onto the couch, before making his way over to your bedroom door. Usually, you have some nice music going on your speakers to welcome Jisung, curating the perfect playlist for when he fucks you deep into your mattress. Today, however, thereâs nothing, not even a muffled greeting when he knocks, before he gingerly opens it, not knowing what to expect.Â
But there you are, curled up into a tight ball under your comforter, facing the wall. Youâre asleep, and the sight tugs at his chest; youâve been working so hard these last few months, and heâs rarely seen you take a break. He silently walks over to your bed, not even bothering to take his baseball cap and glasses off before heâs getting on, groaning as his back touches your warm sheets. He rolls over to face your back, throwing his arm over your waist to tug you close. Jisung buries his face into your neck, inhaling slowly like he hasnât already memorized your scent; he canât help it, youâre just so precious.Â
He hums faintly, kissing the nape of your neck and mumbling into your skin. âLove you.â
It rolls so easily off his tongue, the confession. After all, he makes sure you hear it every single day, whether itâs when youâre snugly tucked in his arms or just a voice on his cellphone. But saying it sends a small jolt through his heart nevertheless, because heâs so irrevocably whipped for you even after the years youâve had together.Â
Maybe itâs not routine, being in bed in the middle of the day instead of immediately jumping each otherâs bones as usually done, but itâs still undeniably cozy, so tender, being here with you. He finds himself slipping into the same slumber that has claimed you, eyes growing heavy-lidded as he finally eases up in your presence. But before he canâ
A sniffleâso soft and small that Jisung almost misses it. Jisung is instantly wide awake, pushing himself up so he can lean forward to examine your face properly. Your eyes flutter open, tears rolling down your cheeks as Jisung physically feels the concern etch into his features. His heart clenches at the sight, the worry coursing through him so potent that he could mistake it for the pump of blood on his wrist.Â
âWhatâs wrong, sweetheart?â Jisung tries, automatically swiping his fingers over your face, gathering the salty dampness there. âDid something happen?â
You stir in his hold, sitting upright against your headboard. Youâre not dressed how you normally are at home, swathed in a baggy hoodie instead of one of those skimpy pajama sets that always have Jisung going insane. You scrub at your face with your hands, letting out a shaky sigh. âItâs not a big deal, Ji. Iâm just being fucking dramatic.â
Jisung makes a skeptical noise, smoothing away the bangs sticking to your forehead. âYouâre crying, itâs a big deal to me. Donât keep it down, talk to me.â He smooths away the bangs sticking to your forehead, before taking your hand in his, pressing it to his heart. âBaby, itâs just me.â
âThatâs why I canât talk to you,â you counter, squeezing your eyes shut. âBecause itâs you, Jisung.â
He frowns, a little hurt, a lot confused. âWhy? Thereâs nothing you canât tell me. I swear.â
âFuck,â you groan, covering your face with your hands. âI just wanted to try something new.â
âNew? Like what?â
You inhale deeply, picking at the edge of your hoodie and avoiding Jisungâs eyes. âSo after I started that TA job, I just feel like Iâve been so absorbed with work.â
Jisung nods, doing his best to be encouraging. âGo on.â
âAnd itâs gotten so bad that I havenât been able to do anything special for you, you know? We just meet up, we fuck, we order food, and thatâs it. I feel like Iâve drained us from doing anything excitingââ
âThatâs not true, being with you is special in itself!â Jisung cuts you off indignantly. âI know youâve got a lot on your plate right now, and I would never ask anything of you. Except for you to be happy, of course.â
He pinches your cheek lightly, trying to get you to laugh. But you just glumly swat his hand away, shaking your head. âNo, Ji. I really wanted to do this. I⊠I went to the store. I got this stupid fucking set, and I tried it before you came here, and I guess I just felt so insecure⊠I donât even know.â
Jisung blinks. âSet? Likeââ
âLingerie.â You let out a bitter laugh thatâs so completely uncharacteristic of you that he winces a little. âI just realized how much I really let myself go this semester. Like, I havenât been working out regularly, and it shows, and I justâI just feel so damn undesirable right now.â
Youâre the smartest person Jisung has ever met. Heâs seen you solve the toughest problems in Real Analysis (before he personally had to withdraw from it and change his major), witnessed you beat Kim fucking Seungmin for the highest score on the P-Chem final. But at this moment, he genuinely doubts your mental capacity, because how could you ever think yourself to be undesirable, in any context?Â
âUndesirable? Iâm sorry, but thatâs genuinely the craziest shit youâve ever said,â Jisung canât help but scoff, rolling your eyes. Undesirable? Laughable. The girl he loves has lost her marbles. âFirst off, I would be concerned if you were still going to the gym all the time, with your insane schedule. What matters is that you're healthy, nothing else. Second, youâre the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen.â
âMe. Sexy.â You snort, breaking eye contact and turning to your side to stare at the wall. âSure.â
âAre you calling me a liar?â Thereâs an unfamiliar edge to Jisungâs voice that surprises even himself, one that has you snapping your gaze back to his face.Â
You pinch the bridge of your nose, squinting at Jisung like heâs slow. âJisung, canât we justââ
âGo put it on.â Jisung sits back, crossing his arms. âShow me how it looks.â
âButââ
âNot asking twice.â
Jisung stays still, dangerously placid, observing how your lips part to express your shock. He knows you recognize his tone, that cold, unflinching voice he employs when heâs using you how he likes, thrusting into you harshly as you whimper beneath him from where youâre pinned down. Itâs so different from the way he interacts with you, with how you could just sneeze and heâs all over you, adoring the very way you breathe. But this, this is a command that has your mouth forming a cute little âoâ that would have him crooning if in any other situation. Now, heâs just not having it.Â
After a charged moment, you give up, letting out a petulant huff of acquiescence as you shove the blanket off. He watches you hoist yourself off the bed and trudge towards your bathroom, before you give him a pointed look over your shoulder and pettily slam the door.
Brat, Jisung thinks. Hopelessly endeared, even when heâs mad at you for talking down his favorite person.Â
A few minutes pass, and Jisung is just about to come over and get you himself, when the bathroom door creaks open. Jisung holds his breath, waiting as you step out, eyes trained on the carpet. Your hair is a little mussed up, tumbling over your shoulders, and you do your best to cover yourself with your hands, but your efforts are fruitless:
Youâre wearing a silky rose-colored babydoll slip that sticks to you like a second skin, with an alluring slit down the side, one that shows off the thin strap of the matching pair of panties youâre wearing underneath. You nervously cross your arms over your chest, trying to conceal the ample cleavage now exposed to Jisungâs eyes by the dainty sweetheart neckline of the piece.Â
âThere you go. Happy? I look so stupid right now,â you grumble, clenching your fists at your side.Â
Jisung doesnât say anything, simply padding over where you are slumped by the door. He can barely contain his eagerness, greedily tracing his eyes over your body, drinking in your curves like the choicest of wines. You are so intoxicating indeed, as you shiver under the intensity of his gaze. Such a lovely creature, you are, crossing your legs and shyly tipping your head down, hair falling into your eyes. Jisung genuinely has to hold down a groan when he sees how short the slip really is, how it barely covers your assâfuck, all he wants to do is ruin you. But that has to wait.Â
He wordlessly takes your hand, ignoring your protests, leading you to your bed and sitting you down on the edge that directly faces your full-length mirror. The skirt of the slip rides up as you shift uncomfortably, trying to tug it down to cover up how deliciously your thighs are spread. Jisung firmly moves your hand away, locking it in his own as he sits behind you and then lifts you onto his lap. Youâre caged in by his legs, gripped by his embrace, and forced to stare at the mirror in front of you.Â
âIs this really necessary, Ji?â You say softly, meeting his gaze in the mirror.Â
âYep,â Jisung replies, popping the word as a matter-of-factly. âIt really is, baby.â
Jisung pushes his glasses up on his nose, resolving to keep them on even though he always finds them so irritatingly in the way. Right now, he wants to be able to properly take in every inch of you. Every tremble, every twitchâ he wants to see.Â
He runs his hands down your body, reveling how smooth your skin is, how the fabric of the slip ruches as he moves down. You fidget under his touch, attempting to bat his hands away, but Jisung stays steady, ignoring you. âYou know, it pains me that you donât see yourself the way I do.â
âHow do you see me?â you ask, your voice barely above a hushed whisper.Â
Jisung kisses your shoulder, pinching at the slip's lacy hem. âIâve already told you so many times that youâre the most beautiful girl I know. But let me be more specific, hm?â
You canât conceal your little sigh as Jisung presses his fingers into the warm skin of your throat, gentle but with just enough pressure to feel your pulse pick up.
âFirst⊠this face.â A searing kiss to your jawline, sure to leave a bruise, and then he continues. âAn angel. So fucking ethereal. Pretty as a petal. Sometimes, Iâll wake up early just to admire how you look in the morning sun. And you know how much I hate waking up early.â
You let out a watery laugh in spite of yourself, turning your head to the side to kiss the corner of Jisungâs mouth. âYou do.â
Jisung smiles at you, unable to keep the affection off his face, even as he proceeds to say the nastiest things into your ear. âPersonally, my favorite part of you is your eyes. So big, so sultry. Especially when youâre on your knees and looking up at me with them, so innocently, when youâre anything but. My gorgeous little slut. Arenât you, baby?â
Jisung can tell how you immediately get aroused, your awkward demeanor shifting into something more needy, your pupils dilating in want. He loves getting you like this, riling you up until you finally submit to him. Heâs absolutely going to get what he wants out of you today, for you to admit how fucking wrong you are.Â
âI think⊠I thinkââ You donât get to finish your thought before your words are trailing off into a lewd moan. Jisung has moved on from teasingly tracing patterns over your clavicles, instead cupping your breasts and silently appreciating how warm and full you feel in his hands. He wastes no time taking your nipples in between his fingers, pinching at them through the flimsy lace.Â
âYou what?â Jisung bites back a smirk, as he takes in the slightly dumb look on your face, successfully pinning you in place with his gaze. âUse your words, baby.â
âI need you,â you finally plead, grabbing at Jisungâs hands, trying to push them to where you need him the most.
But Jisung resists even though he desires it just as much, instead wrenching his hands away from you, landing a sharp slap to the side of your hip. âNo. Bad girls donât get to cum.â
âBut Iââ
Jisung shuts you up with another kiss, tangling his fingers into the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling roughly. He relishes in your moans, at the way you arch into him when he bites your bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth.Â
âSee what I mean? Good girls donât talk back like that,â he whispers, swiftly sliding the straps of the slip down your arms, pushing the material down until your tits are completely freed. He hungrily grasps them, kneading at them at his own leisure until youâre squirming under his arms. âGod, these tits⊠itâs not a good day if I donât get to suck on them, you know?â
âReally?â you question, stuttering over the syllables as you watch Jisung swipe his tongue over his index finger, before he brings it back down, trailing circles around your nipples until theyâre shining with his spit, rosy from his touch.Â
âMhm. And then we have these thighs,â Jisung announces, letting his hands fall down to where you have your thighs tightly pressed together in a way Jisung now knows to indicate your arousal; you still may not be fully convinced by him, but Jisung has every intention of getting you there, rather pleased with his progress so far. âI wanna be buried in between them, twenty-four seven. Want you to suffocate me with them, if Iâm being honest.â
At this point, youâre practically sobbing in need of a release, and Jisung can quite literally feel it, how drenched your cunt is through the lingerie. Heâs sure that if he looks down, heâd see you dripping all over him, and the thought itself has his dick hardening in his jeans, but the very last shreds of willpower have him holding his gaze up, keeping you under his control.Â
âBut nothing compares to this pussy. So pretty,â Jisung says, gliding his hands over the soft flesh of your stomach, tickling the curve of your hips as he moves lower. He notes how your breath hitches when he cups your mound, how you impatiently grind your ass onto his lap to get him to go faster. But he takes his time, toying with you over your panties, indulging in the way you whine when he runs a single finger down your clothed slit.Â
He brings his hand up to his mouth, salivating in the anticipation of your arousal that heâs collected on it. He closes his lips over his finger, sucking lightly, and his eyes nearly roll all the way to the back of his head at your taste. âSo fucking sweet, too. Like candy.â
Jisung doesnât give you the chance to react to his filthy musings, before heâs shoving your panties to the side, the rough snap of the material against your skin smarting. Your complaints die before they even manifest, because he finally gives in to you, parting your lips with his fingers, completely baring your glistening cunt to him. His other hand stretches up, wrapping around your throat.Â
âJisung, babyâŠâ you sigh, and the sound goes straight to Jisungâs cock. But he stays unrelenting, slowly rubbing circles onto your clit, building you up just to break you down as soon as he decides youâre ready. Youâre so soaked that Jisung almost feels a strange sort of arrogance bloom in his chest, that heâs the one that gets to work up such a fucking goddess like you. Youâre his to kiss, his to fuck, his to loveâand as is he yours.Â
âWhatâs that? I didnât quite catch what you said,â Jisung replies, the smug condescension thick in his tone. You shiver at that, closing your eyes as you poorly attempt to gather yourself. âEyes stay open.â
Jisung grips your chin in emphasis, forcing you to keep your eyes open, to concentrate on how he deftly strums his fingers on your pussy like itâs one of his guitars. Your voice trembles as you try again, brows pulled together in effort. âMore, Ji. I want more, please?â
âFine. Since you asked nicely.â Jisung circles your entrance once, mocking you one last time for the hell of it, before heâs inserting two fingers into you, not even bothering to ease in. A choked moan escapes your lips as he mercilessly thrusts into you, curling his fingers so well inside of you that you dig your nails into his arm, sourcing the sting Jisung savors so much.Â
Every time he enters you, Jisung feels his own sense of euphoria, from the sensation of your walls gripping his fingers so well, from how the ache of your pleasure augments his own. He canât even pretend now, the lovesick expression on his face so painfully apparent when you both lock eyes in the mirror. âSo goddamn tight, but you always take me so well, baby. Donât you?â
âY-yes,â you whimper, and Jisung increases his pace, pumping his fingers into your cunt so vigorously that your slick has started to drip down past his wrist, coating him in your essence.Â
The obscene squelch of his fingers working your pussy fills the air, and you try to cover your face with your hands, attempting to hide your blush, but a sharp look from Jisung has you staying in place. âHear that? Listen to how your pussy sings for me. Better than anything I could come up with in the studio.â
You canât even answer him, so lost in his incessant ministrations. Soon, all he can hear are your broken moans, all he can feel being the desperate roll of your hips onto his hand. Youâre close, but Jisung refuses to let you finish until you give him exactly what he wants.Â
âJisung, please, need toââ
âYou donât know what you fucking need.â Jisung cruelly cuts you off, running his tongue over the tears that delicately spill down your cheeks; theyâre a different kind of tears, the kind he looks forward to whenever he has you like this. âIâm not going to let you cum unless you say it yourself.âÂ
You groan in frustration when he pulls his fingers out of you, resting them on your inner thigh while he waits for you to respond. âSay what?â
âYou know exactly what.â
Jisung watches as you take yourself in, silently observing the rapid rise and fall of your chest, how your slip is now tightly bunched around your waist, leaving most of your body fully exposed for you to see. Your hair cascades down loosely, save for the bangs sticking to your temples with the perspiration your boyfriend has induced. And your face is flushed a pretty pink, kiss-bitten lips parted to let the heavy sighs escape. You look nothing short of perfect, and finally, Jisung lets himself feel satisfaction, noting the realization in your glassy eyes.Â
âBeautiful,â you whisper. âI look beautiful.â
Thatâs all he needs before heâs plunging his fingers back into you, his other hand also occupied now, tracing his passion onto your sensitive nub, confessing to you in the only way that gets you to see stars indoors. It doesnât take long for him to make you cum, your orgasm hitting so hard that you spasm in his grip, back arching into the hard muscle of Jisungâs chest as you scream his name.
He doesnât slow his fingers, driving into you until he feels the steady stream of your release around them. Your legs shake uncontrollably as Jisung makes you squirt, and he doesnât even afford you the opportunity to be embarrassed about it, whispering heated praise into your ears as he helps you ride out the high.Â
Finally, he retracts his hand, giving you a fond little smile before kissing you until heâs sure youâre dizzied by it. He pulls back, grin growing wider at how dazed you are, eyes unfocused as you take his arms and circle them around you, pulling him close. The hazy late afternoon rays peak through the cracks in your window blinds, cloaking you both in a warm glow.
âThank you,â you whisper, your breathing evening out, the heave of your chest slowing. Jisung doesnât respond, studying you in the mirror as you clasp his hand in yours, brushing your lips over his knuckles. âFor proving me wrong.â
âSave it for later.â Jisungâs eyes darken as he suddenly stands up, flipping you face-down onto the bed before heâs landing a harsh slap onto your ass. You gasp at the stinging sensation, at how Jisungâs cock presses into you from behind, at the way he immediately kneads his soothing hands into your skin, like he isnât about to wreck you all over again. âIâm not done with you yet.â
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
i just haddd to indulge my college!bf jisung brainrot, especially bc i'm flying back to campus on saturday and i know i'm about to get cooked this semester so my only method of coping is being delusional romanticizing college (no i have never & will never find a man like jisung at mine) ! anyway, updates will probably get a little slower (as usual) since i'll be back to school & also bc i gotta lock in on studying for my mcat (kill me pls), but i've gotten a lot better at managing my time LMFAO so i'll still be active <3 feel free to hmu to yap !! xx. dreamy.
