i need more perv virgin jisung. maybe you invite him into your room to talk or chill, something innocent, but just the fact that your scent is strong makes him unbelievably needy. he tries to push through it, he really does. he wants you so bad that hes sitting there malfunctioning in front of you. he's turning bright red, and thats when you realise the kind of person he is; a perv who would probably do anything for you.
also my first time sending an ask. is this good ? and ive heard people can have emojis. i want to be 🐈 anon. im excited to see what youll come up with!
of course!
rating: 18+. mdni.
word count: 1.4k
content: perv!virgin!jisung x reader, masturbation (m), no plot jisung's just horny n kinda subby
masterlist
part one
Jisung stands stiffly, feeling guilty and overwhelmed to be in your bedroom again. Though this time he was invited in. He wasn’t some pathetic, horny pervert who invaded your privacy and stole your used underwear. He was a guest. You wanted him there. You had leaned on his doorframe dramatically, perfume wafting over to where he sat in his gaming chair. He cursed the wind blowing through his window as he immediately felt himself growing aroused by the light scent.
Jisung had rejected your offer, not wanting to test the restraint he knew he didn’t have, but he couldn’t put up much of a fight when you whined, irresistible pout playing on your lips. “Ji, please hang out with me.”
And now, Jisung can’t focus with you sitting so close to him, your scent stronger inside your small bedroom. He occupied his mind by looking around, taking in the decorated space. Framed pictures and one too many mirrors on the walls and shelves lined with your favorite things. His eyes meet your hamper, clothing hangs off the sides and he quickly adverts his eyes, trying to ignore the tingle in his stomach as he thinks back to the filthy panties he had stolen days before hidden in his bedside drawer.
The amount of times he had used the flimsy underwear was downright embarrassing. Even the simple sight of them shoved between various items in the small drawer made him so hard that he couldn’t resist another go like the insatiable, desperate virgin he is. Unfortunately for him, release after release had stiffened the fabric and tainted your intoxicating scent with his own natural musk, but he couldn’t stop. He had even considered making his way into your bedroom once more and stealing another pair. Would you notice? Surely you wouldn’t.
You're perched so prettily on the edge of your well-made bed, looking up at him with your hypnotizing eyes when he leaves his head. Jisung thinks that if he were to jerk his hips forward, your mouth would meet where he needed you most. His hands make their way to his crotch as he tries to hide his swelling bulge. He looks away, swallowing as you begin to push your hair away from your face, keeping your eyes on him.
“Jisung,” you laugh, “why do you look so scared? Sit.” You pat the space beside you.
Jisung doesn’t want to sit. He can’t bring himself to sit, fearing that you’ll see how hard he has gotten just from your presence if he makes any sort of movement.
Despite his efforts, the slow shifts of his hands only draw your attention towards the prominent bulge poking at his pants. “Oh,” you breathe as your gaze falls downward.
“S-sorry,” Jisung stutters, attempting to fully conceal his length. He feels himself twitch underneath his hand and he can only imagine how pathetic he actually looks, skin bright and burning, panicked and embarrassed and shamefully, pathetically hard.
You look him up and down. “It’s okay,” you say, eyes trained on the way his fingers stretch over his clothed cock. “I can see why you look so uncomfortable.”
He simply exhales, fearing what would come out of his mouth if he opened it. You watch him carefully, “take it out.”
Jisung freezes, eyes snapping upward, “w-what?”
“C’mon, Ji,” you smile and Jisung feels like he might melt, “let me see.”
It doesn’t take much convincing because as always, your wish is his command. Jisung obliges, removing his large hand from his erection. Your eyebrows move slightly, your interest seemingly piqued. His thumb pushes into the waistband of his pants and he slowly pushes it down. His sweats fall to his ankles easily and he would’ve cringed at the quick exposure if he wasn’t so aroused.
You stare intently, running your eyes up and down his length, along every prominent vein and soft, upward curve. Jisung’s humiliated, hating, but loving the way you stare at his cock. It stands proudly, jumping and twitching uncontrollably as it craves to be touched. A dribble of precum leaks from him, sliding down the cherry red head. It forms a sticky string as it begins to fall and he quickly grabs it before it breaks.
You nod at him, gaze expectant as your pupils move from side to side and observe his half naked body. Jisung gently swirls his finger over his head, taking a deep and uneven breath as he joins you in looking at his twitching cock. Your scent enters his nostrils causing his body to react. He pumps slowly, trying to restrain himself by biting the inside of his cheek. He wonders if you can tell how much of a horny virgin he is by the clear desperation written all over his face as his thighs tense and the veins in his arms and hands rise to the surface.
“Does it feel good?”
Jisung shudders, nodding. He can make out his reflection in one of the mirrors to his side. He can see his figure colored with a rosy hue and his oversized hoodie that had shifted, exposing his prominent collarbones and a portion of his broad shoulders. The hem of it hangs just above his prick and the hand that tugs needily on it. Apparently, he was pumping himself a lot harder and quicker than he thought.
Jisung releases a shaky breath letting himself look at you directly. Just a little, he naively tells himself. Of course, it isn’t just a little, he can’t look away from you and your alluring features. Your sweet, soft lips and focused eyes lined with curled lashes and excess eyeliner from your brief outing earlier that day. Even the smallest sliver of skin peaking through the top of your own hoodie has him even more needy.
“I always knew it, you know,” you glance up at him, meeting his eyes that have been glued to you as he pumps himself frantically, lewd, wet noises followed with every slide of his fist. “I knew you were a little pervert. You’re always running away from me,” you pause. Your head tilts to the side as you ask, “do you want to fuck me, Jisung?”
Jisung can stop the moan that finally forces its way out of him, deep and strained. His eyes shut tightly as he tries to keep himself from cumming. He nods once, the movement small and full of embarrassment. He feels your warm breath against his pelvis as a puff leaves your nose.
He manages to stop his restless pumps but his hips take over, rutting into his fist instinctively. He can feel your heavy stare on him and he dreads the look he’ll be met with once he opens his eyes. Though, he can still see you with his eyes closed, having practiced visualizing your face everytime his hand reached for his swollen length since he met you but knowing that you were actually there, that your scent, warm aura, and enchanting voice were not a figment of his imagination and that made his mind fuzzy.
“Look at me,” you murmur. His eyes open slightly, just enough to see your blurry figure. His eyelids feel heavy and he feels like they might close at any second. “Are you gonna cum for me, Jisung?”
He let out a strangled hum, blowing air into his cheeks as he tightened his hold on himself.
“Say it,” you commanded.
Your eyes were piercing, causing a flutter in his heart as he looked deeply into them. “Fuck,” he whispered as he released the hot air in his mouth, “m’gonna cum.”
The closer he came to his climax the more overwhelmed he became. He begins inhaling and savoring your scent in his system, feeling the way it travels through his body and into his brain, lighting up some part of his brain that only seems to present itself around you. A string of curses come out with every rapid breath he takes as his fist pumps his cock with embarrassing fervor. His eyelids feel even heavier but he fights to keep them open, staring at you through the small sliver his lids allowed.
Jisung uses the last of his mind to move his hand, positioning it before the head of his length. He cums with a whimper, the pearly substance pooling in his palm and staining the low hanging hem of his hoodie. Jisung tries to steady his breathing, feeling his sticky release hot in his hand.
jisung's not a kid anymore. far from it. nothing about him reflects the child everyone insists on treating him as. his shoulders are broad and his voice is deep, he towers over all those he knows and his features have angled and hardened, he's in university for fucks sake. he's grown.
it irks him to be treated like a child. but what irks him most is that he is older than you are but you are not doted on in the way he is. you're treated as an equal. like he should be. and you seemed to revel in it. in jisung's eyes, you knew how much it bothered him and you fed into it, sending him glances that made his blood boil whenever an off comment about him was thrown around.
so, he couldn't control himself, losing his temper when you strolled into the small apartment he shared with jeno and renjun, lazily making your way towards him and ruffling his hair with a teasing and drawn out, "little jisungie."
jisung couldn't stop himself as he caught your wrists, pinning you to the couch he sat on, face hovering over your own as he easily overpowered you. you struggled beneath him, the look in your eyes making you appear so small.
jisung quickly fumbled with your panties, losing himself in the way you appeared so helpless and scared as you realized his intentions. he groaned as he pumped his dick, using his other large hand to hold your wrists.
he hissed as he sank into you, watching the instant contorting of your features. he thought back to the teasing look in your eyes and wondered if you regretted your actions after feeling the painful sting as you struggled to take his full size. you were gasping and tears started brimming in your eyes as he forced himself to bottom out, balls pressing into your ass as he tried to force himself deeper despite the fact that he had no more to give, and he didn't think there was more you could take. though, jisung knew that in the back of his mind, he didn't care about what you could take, he just wanted to see more tears pour from your glossy, fearful eyes.
there's no way you see him as a child now that he's rutting into you, relishing in the tight squeeze around his cock and the weakening thrashing beneath him. he whispered his own teasing comments into your ear, loving the whimpers and weak apologies as he proclaimed that he was older than you. he was stronger, and you, you were just a weak little thing. and jisung wouldn't be through with you until he was sure that you wouldn't forget it.
Your arms are tightly wrapped around Jisung’s back, nails grazing his soft skin as you reach for his hair to pull him deeper into your neck. He pants into the crevice, hot puffs and noises of pleasure muffled within it. The movements of his hips are slow and precise, his cock hitting the spot that has you whimpering into his ear and your split thighs trembling around his body fit between the space.
Your eyes open, catching a glimpse of the luxurious headboard and fixtures of light around the room, Jisung’s pale, bare shoulders and soft dark hair, and your hands grasping at any part of him you can reach. You let your eyelids flutter shut, unable to rip your attention from his warmth and the pleasure brought with it. It feels intimate. It has for weeks.
Jisung is a romantic, you knew that before your arrangement had begun. And despite his efforts to deny it, it was clear that nothing had changed. Made even more so by the increasing romantic gestures each time he gave in to his desires. A bouquet of flowers to your favorite takeout and everything in between. Even during the most innocent moments like when he soothingly rubbed your feet or gently tended to your hair, his touches, his glances, his words were tender.
This time was no different. The hotel room is nice, far too nice for a struggling university student like he is to afford, but you said nothing of it as you pushed your way inside, distracting yourself by locking your lips with his and desperately pawing at his hoodie. Jisung let you, swallowing his words and giving in to your touch, relishing in it. His body’s reaction was immediate, skin burning and heart thumping as he followed your lead.
Jisung thrusts harshly as if he senses your wandering mind, forcing a whine from your throat. Gentle sucks trail up the column of your throat as Jisung makes his way up to your mouth. Soft kisses are laid on your lips between hot pants that blend with his the closer you get to your climaxes.
His lithe fingers slither between your sweaty bodies, taking his time approaching your core to savor the feeling of your skin underneath his fingertips. He begins to swirl the flat pads of his digits around your swollen bud in the way he has grown so familiar with. You gasp shakily, the stimulation to your clit and the pounding of his stiff cock in your gummy walls causing you to feel weightless, falling limp with one last scratch down his back.
Your walls spasm around him as you cum, eliciting a groan from the man above you. Jisung uses you mercilessly, abandoning the slow pace he had used during your intimate encounter. You whimper, writhing beneath him as he overstimulates you. Tears fill your waterline and Jisung lays sweet pecks to your face as his body tenses and his thrusts turn sloppy.
He connects his lips with yours again, moaning into your mouth as he stills inside you, grabbing your weak hands and sliding them up the soft sheets.
“Play with her clit and she’ll be even more of a whiny thing,” Jeno says, pushing his hand between your thighs. You whine, just as Jeno ensured you would. Your face feels like it’s on fire under the gazes of the men watching you. Your knees feel wobbly as Jeno rubs your clit and repeatedly hits the spot inside you that makes you lightheaded. You reach for Jeno’s arm that’s wrapped around your middle, clawing lightly at his flesh.
Jisung bites his lip, his bulge too big to hide. You make eye contact, whimpering. Jisung puts his hand over his growing cock, palming it for some semblance of relief. You cry, toppling over when Jeno releases you from his grasp. Your head hits the mattress, cheeks buried in Jisung’s clean sheets.
His thighs lay inches from your face, your hot breath sent a shiver up his whole body. “It’s just like fucking your hand, Jisung,” Jeno grunts, “no need for that look.”
When you look up, Jisung is already staring, cheeks bright pink, seemingly entranced by your little show. You were close enough to suck him off and a part of you wanted to. You could replace his hand and pull his aching cock out of its restraints, warming and sucking it. It would take minimal effort, but even that was too much, you were drained, too fucked out to keep your head up.
You mewl as Jeno smacks your ass, pulling your body back towards him, “you like this don’t you?“ You nod weakly, drooling slightly. "See? She’s such a good little test subject. You should give her a go, Jisung.”
Jisung feels ridiculous. Is he really this pathetic?
His face is on fire as he stares at the crumpled clothing in his fist. Still warm. Fresh. Used. Unclean. Dirty. Filthy. They’re filthy. He is filthy. Even the simple feel of your worn panties against his palm has him leaking, throbbing, and jumping in his sweats, close to his climax before his hand has come anywhere near when he needs it. He really is this pathetic. Could he be any more of a virgin?
His hand inches towards his nose, the scent he’s dreamed of, longed for, tickling his nose and causing his whole body to react. His skin burns, and his mind goes fuzzy, vision cloud-like, as his hips jerk into nothing because they, too, yearn for you. He knows they do, all of him does. His whole body swells as he thinks of you. Mind, heart, and cock.
Jisung was always hard around you. Mere thoughts or glimpses of you during the most innocent of times had him stiffening uncomfortably in his pants, remaining erect until he tugged on his cock desperately in your shared bathroom or it went down on its own – though it rarely ever did.
Though, this time, it was different. Jisung was stressed because of upcoming exams that had occupied his every waking moment. Apparently, you were in the same predicament, a frustrated, whiny groan ringing through the hallway and into his bedroom. Like clockwork, his prick had nudged his arm, catching him by surprise and he immediately took the excuse for a break. Luckily for him, you had done the same, strolling into the bathroom as soon as he had opened his bedroom door.
Jisung sighed, hardening as the scent from your bedroom blew through the rest of your shared apartment with every bellow of the air coming from your window. And when he mindlessly walked towards the open door, your panties were laying on the ground like treasure, illuminated by the light shining through the curtains. His hands had a mind of their own as he snatched them, hurrying to his room where he is now.
Jisung reaches for his elastic waistband, shoving an eager hand into his sweatpants, hissing as his fingertips graze his erect cock. “Fuck…” he whines, a dull feeling of embarrassment at the noise causing warmth to heat his skin until it felt like he could catch fire. Such a virgin.
His mouth falls open as he nudges the flimsy fabric with his nose, inhaling as deeply as possible. His tongue slides past his lips, slippery from the way he’s nearly salivating as he curls his fist around himself, feeling closer to his release. Jisung ruts into his fist, wishing he could suffocate himself in your scent, anything to get as close to it, to you, as he could.
His tongue touches your panties, a groan bubbling from his throat as he humps his hand pathetically, breathing deeply. He wishes it was you pumping his prick as he mouthed at your core like a man starved. He knows he wouldn’t last, but by the escalating sensitivity in his cock, he isn’t going to last now either.
And he doesn’t. Jisung spills into his sweats, shooting creamy string after creamy string from his aching cock as he thrusts his hips into his tightening fist.
jisung’s spoon fell from his fingers, the metal clanking against the ceramic bowl in front of him. his plump lips fell open, blood flowing to his puffy cheeks, “what?”
you repeated yourself, crossing your arms over your chest as discomfort settled in your chest. you suddenly felt ridiculous. the accusations suddenly sounded absurd even to your own ears.
jisung looked at you incredulously, panic and embarrassment painting his features. he looked like he wanted to leave, palms already flat on the table, eyes shifting around the small, enclosed dining room. a few long seconds passed before he finally spoke, “are you serious?”
jisung looked unsure, the rushing of his thoughts clear in his brown eyes. you would find his reaction suspicious if you didn’t know him. if his emotions weren’t so clear on his face. jisung’s aversion to confrontation was nothing new, most of your petty arguments stemmed from it. but there was something that made a nearly unnoticeable doubt creep into your mind.
you supposed the subject matter could also justify his strange actions. sex was never something jisung was comfortable with. after years of friendship you had yet to hear of a single sexual encounter involving them friend, not that you were particularly interested, but at the ripe age of twenty two, you couldn’t help but find it odd.
still, you felt foolish. jisung recoiled when you did something as simple as tap him on the shoulder. he would never dream of such a thing. between your legs was the last place jisung longed to be, it couldn’t have been him.
the entire night was unusual, an unsettling air loomed over you the second you stepped out of the door with jisung in tow. the feeling only growing more intense as the night progressed and jisung’s presence suddenly felt suffocating. he stuck to you like glue, likely seeking comfort from the overwhelming amount of people surrounding him. that was yet another reason why it could never have been jisung.
surely there was something you missed as the night came to an end. perhaps another man followed closely behind you, managing to evade an equally intoxicated jisung’s watchful eye. maybe another man had inconspicuously slipped through the door before jisung managed to lock it, finding your bedroom and lingering in the dark as he waited for your friend to tuck you in.
you hadn’t seen jisung leave, but then again, you were exhausted. your eyes fluttered shut before your head had even touched your pillow, your heavy body falling limp in jisung’s lean arms that held you like fragile glass.
the man that forced himself between your legs could never have jisung. the brutality your foggy brain is something you didn’t think jisung could be capable of. the sweet boy that stuck by your side year after year, the boy who refused to raise his voice, or shut the door too roughly.
the hips slamming against your thighs were ruthless, the hand curled around your mouth unrelenting, the hisses in your ear telling you to shut the fuck up remorseless. moans and groans replaced his words, vibrating through your throat as eager kisses were placed upon it, occasional aggressive bites leaving you to cry out louder than you already were. it was worse when he lifted his face, scanning the tears that rolled down the swells of your cheeks and the fearful expression shifting on your face as recognition. At least, you thought it was recognition. as much as the blurry eyes above you mirrored jisung’s, the emotion swimming within them was nothing short of unfamiliar.
jisung quickly stood, face fully covered in a bright red tint that raced down his neck and crept up his ears as he tugged one. “I can’t believe you would say something like that,” he said, stumbling over the words.
you stood unmoving, feeling conflicted as he walked closer. sudden unease made you take a step back, watching as the space between you and jisung grew even larger until he was gone.
chenle wants to laugh as he watches the way jisung's sloppy, inexperienced tongue wrestles with your equally inexperienced one. pink muscle on pink muscle, flicking and sliding against each other as spit pools within your mouths, brimming against your lips. your heads are craned awkwardly, your body still facing chenle's as jisung's knees face the sides of your thigh, his head hovering over your shoulder to meet your lips.
chenle can see his best friends cock hardening, the hand placed on top of his erection hiding nothing. your nails press into your palms, thighs shut tight. chenle smirks as a string of drool falls past the corner of jisung's plump bottom lip. his best friends face begins to change color, a soft pink, as it falls onto his arm, the short stream pooling there. chenle can almost hear the panic going in his mind as he continues to push his tongue into your mouth.
"okay," chenle says. he grips your chin, yanking your face away from jisung, who chases after you. chenle grins at the sight. your eyes flutter open, lips glossy and swelling. your irises sparkle as you look at him, your feelings for him evident. chenle can guarantee it was his lips you were imagining. "that's how you wanna kiss me, huh? you expect me to kiss you like that? lick your face like a fuckin' dog?"
your tongue glides over your lips, collecting the shining spit left there after your kiss with jisung while attempting to softly pull your face from chenle’s harsh grasp. he applies more pressure, pulling you closer to discourage your resistance. he lifts his eyebrows, expecting an answer but you don't react, making chenle shake his head slowly, using his hold to move your head from side to side with his.
"and you," he meets jisung's eyes as he looks away from you, catching the way jisung’s own gaze was fixed on you before chenle got his attention, "that's how you kiss? what happened to all that experience you claim to have? huh? all the girls you kissed? the girls you fucked?" jisung's cheeks turn a brighter pink and he glances away when you look towards him.
"fucking virgins," he laughs.
jisung burns red and your face is just as hot, embarrassment clear as day on your faces. chenle feels amused, shifting his stare between you and jisung, taking in red, puffy pouts and flustered expressions until he finally feels like he got enough.
jisung knows it's happening. the constant, rhythmic creaks of the bed, familiar sound of high-pitched heavy breathing and deep grunts, slippery pussy walls clenching around a big, hard cock, the stench of sex all stemming from the space beside him.
jisung keeps his eyes closed, trying to feign sleep as jeno fucks you into the mattress yet again.
"jeno," you cry silently, "please stop. please."
"sh," jeno shushes you harshly. jeno's hand slides down the fabric of jisung's pillow, inches away from his head, jeno's actions growing bolder as he was more and more convinced that jisung had no knowledge of what he was doing in the middle of the night. jeno's fingertips slid down the sheets, the sound morphing as they reached your skin.
jisung can see his friend's pale fingers wrapping around your neck behind his eyes. it's a new habit, leaving marks of his thin fingers on your throat as he cuts off your air supply until you squirm and reach for his arms, forcing jisung to stare at another man's marks on his girlfriend when morning comes. "shut the fuck up. if he wakes up, he's going to be so mad at you."
it's not true, jisung would never be mad at you for his cowardice. he could so easily help you but he can't bring himself to. jisung's scared. he fears jeno. as much as jisung wants to protect you, keep you from soaking your pillow in tears long after jeno slipped out of the room, coming back to bed weakly after cleaning up his friend's semen from the hole he decided to abuse that night, he just can't.
it's easier to let jeno get what he wants. use you mercilessly for no more than an hour or two every night before tossing you aside and leaving you alone. both of you. it can't be that bad anyway, jisung tries to convince himself. a few bruises left behind are okay. constant pain and soreness in your intimate places is fine. lewd, degrading, nasty comments and insults that make you cry even harder and hurt you even more than his hands and hips do are fine. you'll heal. you will be okay.
god knows what jeno would do to jisung. would he be okay if jeno ever got his hands on him? jisung doubts it. jeno never liked jisung. he’s probably waiting for the chance to pounce on him, leave him beaten to a pulp or worse.
so, it's easier to act oblivious despite knowing how much you suffer not only because of jeno, but jisung, too, even if you didn't know it. jisung forces a smile every morning, pulling you to his chest and pretending he doesn't notice the beating of your heart and the soft sobs you try to hold back as guilt eats at him.
jisung tries to ignore the dull thought echoing in his mind that says, better you than him.
