jwi

jisung had never thought of himself or his fantasies as perverted, if anything you were to blame for his most recent dreams. despite a long running relationship, the two of you had only fucked a handful of times, whilst the two of you enjoyed yourselves each n every time; jisung knew his tour schedule was to blame but luckily enough for the pair of you, he had quite the ‘resting’ time before completing the dream show stops in japan.

and even luckier for you, his hair was fresh out of the salon, trimmed and dyed in a deep, cherry wine red. your favourite colour. with your back turned to him, jisung could practically feel his eyes darken at the sight of your frame alone. could you blame him? the two of you hadn’t even touched each other for a month, n jisung swears every time he closes his eyes he hears you. your moans, even the ones that come out strangled or like a sob when he has you cumming for the fifth time that night, but most importantly your whines.

your tendency to act like a spoilt brat was one of his favourite things about you, but there was something so insane about the way you’d let out a whine that sounded a lot like his name, every time he would slow his pace (almost entirely) and pull his cock out of you, not completely, but enough for you to cry out for him before he slams himself back into you. and boy had he missed it.

wrapping his arms around your frame, he feels you jump slightly but your shoulders relax when he nuzzled himself into your neck. “hi baby.” his voice is deep, deeper than usual, and he practically smells like sex.

“hi, handsome.” you giggle as he brings his hands to your sides and jabs at them, loving the way your squirm in his hold. so small, even your hands as you attempt to grab his larger ones n pull them off of you. weaker than him. turning in his hold, your giggling is silenced when yours eyes take in his being. “oh my fucking god, ji. you didn’t.”

“you like it?” you were wet just looking at him, with the heat between your legs practically pulsating for him. ignoring his question, your gaze flickers between his hair n his lips. he’s doing it on purpose, licking his bottom lip like that and making his tongue poke out through his cheek. “ji,” you pout.

that is what he had missed, your pouts and the way you whines for him. only him. “what is it, princess?”

“you know what.”

he shakes his head, loosely leaving his hands at your waist and watching you almost climb up his arms to be closer to him. adorable. “use your words, angel.”

“i want you.”

“you want me?” a gasp falls from your lips when you feel two of his slender fingers, slide their way beneath your skirt and between your thighs, poking and prodding at your underwear that practically stick to you with slick. “you do want me.”

“ji, please don’t tease. i’ve been a good girl.” you avoid his gaze and jisung struggles to understand how such an arising sentence embarrasses you. pulling down your underwear with just one of his sizeable hands, he smirks as he feels you place a hand on his bent back to support yourself whilst you step out of them.

“my good girl,” he runs his hands up your legs as he stands up, prompting goosebumps to dance along the surface of your skin. “you don’t deserve to be teased do you?”

“no, please..” you shake your head in disagreement, flush against his chest already with a hand cupping your cheek, you sound pathetic. “please ji, i missed you.”

jisung didn’t need anything more, there you were behaving just like he had hoped, soaking through your underwear for him, begging for him. pushing you back down on the bed he had found you on, your back softly meets the mattress and for a moment you’re so content you forget entirely about your surroundings, that was until you feel your boyfriends tongue on you, starting at your ankle and licking all the way up your leg but stopping before he reaches where you need him the most.

“ji.” you whine again, prompting him to gently bite the inside of your thigh, forcing a moan from your throat.

he takes his time, licking up the inside of your right leg to leave soft kisses on the inside of that thigh. “i missed you, angel.”

“mmph,” your wordlessly and embarrassingly thrust forwards your lower half with any strength you have left in a last ditch attempt to get closer to him. “i missed you too.”

pushing your skirt up so that he can see you, with your head thrown back, jisung gets close to the heat between your legs and speaks into it. “my whiny little girl, i’ll take care of you.” the vibrations of his deep voice against your cunt have your back arching involuntarily.

jisung does as he promised, his tongue lapping against you like a dog, he brings you even closer to him with his hands on your waist. smiling into your cunt at the sounds escaping your lips and how you desperately claw at his dyed hair. “o-oh my god, ji, fuck.”

the first time you cum that night is on his face, the second on his fingers as they proceed to aggressively abuse your needy hole. it’s after your second climax that jisung’s climbs on top of you, a smug smirk dancing on his lips at your panting. “you okay, princess?” you nod, humming in agreement. “i need to hear you, baby.”

“yes, yes i’m okay. i’m really fucking good actually.”

he smiled at your words, you’re just so small and so fucked-out beneath him. he feels as though he’s on cloud nine. “you wanna go again?”

“ask stupid questions n get stupid answers, ji.” his eyes widen at your tone.

“fine, princess. just remember that when i fuck you hard enough for my dick’s outline to be bulging through your stomach, you asked for this.”

reaching up to capture his lips with your own, you smile into the kiss. “practically begged for it.”