fighting for gamer!jisung’s attention. minors do not interact.
wc: 1.7k
pairing: jisung x fem!reader ft. mark and jeno
a/n: this was again, in the drafts but I sorta rewrote it… though I don’t really like it too much… but I hope you guys enjoy it maybe! this is just in the meantime while I work on the pt.2 of my haechan fic!! meow :3
Jisung had been gaming with Mark and Jeno for a couple of hours now and you were beginning to feel impatient. You hadn’t seen him in days and now you’re here on his bed, listening to the constant clicking of the controller in his hands and the occasional banter into his headset microphone.
You can't help but roll your eyes hearing the laughter leaving Jisung's lips, wishing it was you who had his attention. Sighing, you push yourself up from his bed, walk over to where he’s sitting and softly tap his shoulder. He quickly glances at you and with a soft smile, opens up his arms, allowing you to comfortably straddle him on his chair.
As you get yourself comfortable on top of him, he innocently places his head on your shoulder to continue playing his game. Taking a deep breath, the dull scent of Jisung’s cologne along with the heat radiating from his body has you feeling slightly dizzy.
While cuddling him, a thought crosses your mind. Something you know you probably shouldn’t do but it might make Jisung give you the attention you so desperately crave. So, before you can truly think it through, you’re already starting to place soft kisses to his neck.
You feel him tense up for a moment before a soft sigh leaves his lips. Being so close, you can hear “defeat” coming from his headset along with Jeno and Mark instantly beginning to complain. With the game over, you take the opportunity to become a bit bolder, slightly grinding down on him. Jisung drops his controller on his desk and instantly sucks in a sharp breath that does not go unheard by his friends.
“You good, Ji?” Mark questions. You see the blush rising on Jisung’s face even with the harsh blue light of his monitor and it pulls a soft giggle from you. “I’m fine, just stretching.” He lies, his low eyes locking with yours.
“What are you doing?” He mouths at you so the microphone doesn’t pick it up. You pull his headset off of one eye and lean in to whisper, “I wanna play too.”
You don’t say anything else and lean back with a smile on your face while fixing his headphones. He opens his mouth, wanting to say something in return but you don’t let him as you grab his jaw and push your lips together. Jisung doesn’t fight you, quickly melting into the kiss while placing a hand on your waist and letting it linger there for a moment.
“Jisung? HELLO?” Jeno and Mark are basically yelling into the microphone. Dazed from the kiss, Jisung hums in response. “The match started man, what are you doing?” Jeno laughs. “Oh shit, my bad.” Jisung’s eyes widen as he quickly sits up and grabs the controller from his desk. You curse Jeno and the game for interrupting the attention you were finally receiving.
That wasn’t stopping you, though. You go back to slowly grinding down, trying your best to bite back a whimper at the slight friction. You’re almost embarrassed at how quickly you feel your panties stick to your folds.
Glancing over at Jisung, you see his eyebrows furrowed, jaw clenched and his breathing has picked up. This is enough to keep you motivated as you drag a hand down to his cock to palm him through his sweatpants.
“Oh fuck.” Jisung softly whispers, clenching his eyes shut at the sensation before trying to bring his focus back to the game. His bottom lip is pulled between his teeth in hopes to hold back any sounds that may slip out into the microphone. You can’t help but smile to yourself at the sight. You continue to softly drag your hand up and down on his now hard bulge, feeling the slightest damp spot appear underneath your fingers.
You keep this up for a while before you hear another “defeat” come from the headset. Knowing the game is over, you take this moment to get off Jisung’s lap. He looks up at you with desperate yet questioning eyes but quickly understands once he sees you pulling off your shorts. You pull at his waistband, motioning him to do the same and he very swiftly pulls his sweatpants off, not wasting any time.
“No underwear?” You snicker quietly. His face flushes and doesn’t respond. You climb back onto his lap and plop down, pulling a gasp from both of you. The lack of clothing between you now has you twitching with anticipation.
By now, you’ve definitely soaked through your panties. And you’re proven right by Jisung pulling them to the side and dragging a finger through your folds, a deep groan leaves him at the squelching. You place a palm over his mouth, trying your best to stop the sounds from escaping him and into the microphone before dragging your soaked cunt over his cunt. He moans into your hand, with his own gripping your hips. You’re in awe watching Jisung’s eyes roll back into his skull for a moment.
“Jisung… what’s going on over there?” Mark sounds suspicious. Jeno jumps in, “Yeah, you good?” Jisung’s eyes widened as if he’d forgotten he was on a call with them. He pulls your hand off of his mouth and shakily replies, “S-sorry guy's I-, can we cancel the queue for a second?”
They barely had any time to agree before Jisung had already gone to mute his mic and push his headset off to toss on his desk. “Please fucking ride me.” He begs, already breathless. You don’t waste any time, positioning yourself over him and slowly sinking down. He tosses his head back into his chair and moans loudly at the feeling. Your mouth drops open at how deep he is from the angle. “Oh my god, Sung. So fucking big.”
Your words go straight to his dick and he grips at your thighs, helping you bounce on him. “You’re so tight, I could cry.” Jisung moans. You can’t stop the giggle that leaves you at how desperate he sounded but it was cut short as he thrusts up to meet your dripping heat.
You lift the hem of Jisung’s shirt up to his lips, signaling for him to hold it up with his mouth and he does exactly that. He lets out a soft, muffled whine at your hands dragging up his torso, softly sliding a thumb over his nipples. Jisung lets out a whimper, twitching underneath you. He grabs at your arm to stop you before dropping his shirt from his lips. “Lean against the desk.”
You’ve never moved so fast before, quickly hopping off of his lap and positioning yourself over his desk. He stands up and from behind you, grabs your waist and lines himself up before slowly entering you again. “Fuck, Sung.” The stretch has your eyes rolling back into your head. If it weren’t for the desk, your legs would’ve most definitely given out.
Your hands reach forward and you feel the headset that Jisung had thrown there. Without thinking, you pick them up and place them on yourself. “Looks so hot on you.” Jisung groans, his tip is kissing your cervix with slow, hard thrusts, making the desk shake with each movement. “Yeah?” You gasp.
You turned your head toward him and pulled the mic down to your mouth while holding eye contact. “Y’know how hot it’d be if Mark and Jeno heard this?” A sultry smile pulls at your lips. Jisungs gives an extra hard thrust at your words that pulls a loud moan out of you. Yet, a blush creeps up his neck as he mumbles, “I’m sure you’d love for them to hear how good you take it.” You whine in agreement, shivering at the thought.
“Fuck baby, you’re dripping.” Jisung reaches a hand down to your clit and begins rubbing small circles there. A sob rips from your throat at the stimulation, tears now pooling in your eyes. “Sung, m’gonna cum! Fuck, please make me cum!” You reach back and grab at his arm, needing to have your hands occupied.
He helps you out by pulling both of your arms behind you and with one hand, holds your wrists while beginning to pick up his pace. At this point, you're drooling on his desk but you don’t even notice, so focused on how close you are. “You’re so good to me, baby. F-feels so good.” Jisung can barely say with each moan spilling from his mouth.
With a couple more deep strokes, your high hits. Convulsing and clenching around Jisung, a choked moan leaves your mouth as your vision goes blank. You faintly hear him gasp at the feeling of your walls pulsating around him, “Fuck, fuck, fuck~” His grip on your wrists get tighter as he spills into you.
You both take a moment to catch your breath and Jisung slowly pulls out of you. A soft whine leaves you, the soreness already hitting. You haven’t moved from your position over the desk and Jisung, while massaging your wrists asks, “You okay, baby?”
You slowly push yourself up off the desk, and immediately feel your legs start shaking. A laugh leaves you as you nod, “Never been better!” Jisung giggles with you, and goes to grab the forgotten headset off of your head.
Grabbing Jisung from the collar of his shirt, you pull him into a deep kiss, making him whimper into your mouth. Pulling away, you utter, “If you get off the game with Jeno and Mark right now, we can go another round.” A cheeky smile pulls at your lips and he nods eagerly, already placing his headset on and unmuting himself, ready to end the night of gaming.
“Next time, turn your camera on so we can watch.” Jeno shamelessly says. “What?” Jisung questions, confused.
Mark awkwardly speaks up, “Um, you didn’t actually mute your mic...”
You watch Jisung stare blankly at the monitor, the color slowly draining from his face. You worriedly place a hand on his cheek, “Sung, what happened?”
Moving in closer to him, you hear the muffled voice of Jeno speaking, “-did she not say how hot it’d be for us to hear it? You can let her know I thought it was pretty hot to listen.”
Your eyes widen at the words before you burst into a fit of laughter.
“Uh, enjoy your second round.” Mark embarrassingly mutters. Jisung stutters but can’t find any words to say. You take the headset and place them on your own head once again,
“Sorry, maybe Sung will let you guys watch next time?”
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