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a/n: HEAR ME OUT. i know sub!jisung is basically my watermark at this point, but this version of him was BEGGING to be written. i’ve had this sitting in my drafts for a while now. also, ofc i had to mention richard and bbama at least in one of my fics. this was originally almost 5k words, so yeah… i got a little carried away lmao. anyway! all my dom!jisung lovers, this one’s for you. enjoy!!! <3
the bell above the studio door gave a low chime when you pushed it open, the sharp smell of ink and the metallic bite of the autoclave drifting from the back.
the front desk was empty, a single lamp cast long, jagged shadows across the black leather couch and the flash sheets pinned to the walls.
your eyes roamed the room nervously until you heard a door at the end of the hall creaked open. jisung stepped out, wiping his hands on an ink-stained rag.
he wore a black tee that clung to his frame, leaving nothing to the imagination, his bare arms making you lick your lower lip. he stopped inches from you, a slow, flirtatious smirk curving at the corner of his mouth.
“lock the door behind you,” he said, voice low and casual. he jerked his head toward the entrance. “we’re closed for the night. special clients only.”
he didn’t wait for a reaction from you. with a playful wink, he turned toward his private office. you followed, heart hammering against your ribs, every single word of support and encouragement your friends gave you flying out the window
you eased the office door shut. you were nervous as fuck, the silence in the room feeling heavy and electric. you swept your gaze to his desk, which was a chaotic graveyard of sketches and a pack of cigarettes with only one left.
“sit down,” he commanded, patting the edge of the desk. he slumped into the leather chair, rolling it forward until his knees bracketed yours. “show me what we’re working with.”
you raise a brow, bracing yourself as you hopped up. the proximity was suffocating. with a shaky breath, your fingers found the hem of your top. you hiked it up, your gaze fixed on the wall to avoid his.
the cool air hit your left side, a shiver traveling up your spine made you gasp. he wasn’t wearing gloves, just his bare, calloused skin tracing under the curve of your breast. his thumb pressed in, testing the give of muscle and bone with a slow, agonizing deliberation.
“side torso,” he murmured, eyes tracking the line of your hip. “good choice. hurts like a bitch, but it’ll sit pretty.”
his palm remained flat against your skin, grounding you. you bit your lower lip to stifle a hum as his warm breath ghosted against your collarbone. you tried to steady your breathing, fighting the traitorous
what was wrong with you? he was just doing his damn job. your hand gripped the edge of the wooden desk, knuckles whitening as you tried to rein yourself in.
he tilted his head, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of your ribs as if he were already carving the design into your flesh.
“you’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?” he asked in a quiet murmur.
you nodded, tongue-tied. you weren’t brave enough to look him in the eye when his gaze felt like a physical touch.
“how long?” his voice was professional, shop-counter casual. that tone carrying a dangerous edge.
you cleared your throat. “a few months. maybe more.”
“need you to be specific, sweetie,” his thumb shifted, mapping the curve under your bra band without slipping beneath it. “i don’t like talking vaguely when i’m about to put something permanent on you.”
“since… before the first consultation,” you admitted, voice barely a whisper. “i just… made up my mind.”
a low, satisfied hum rumbled in his chest. “i like that,” he finally glanced up, a spark of dark curiosity in his eyes. “what took you so long?”
“wanted to be sure about the placement,” you forced a smile, careful not to jostle his hand.
“mmh,” he clearly didn’t buy it. “placement is half the decision. the other half is whether you can sit still while i’m all over you,” his fingers splayed, warm and steady. “can you?”
your lips parted, searching his face for a hidden meaning. he flashed a smug, knowing grin. like he knew how much everything he did affected you on the inside.
“i… i think so,” you stammered, cursing yourself.
“you think so,” he repeated, tasting the words. “not good enough. i need a ‘yes’, or you can head home and come back when you’re ready to handle it.”
the words hit you like a physical shove, your body locking up. when he made to pull his hand away, your fingers shot out to grab his wrist, pinning his palm back against your side. you met his gaze, silent and pleading.
“yes,” you breathed. “i can handle it.”
“fine. then, arms up,” he demmanded. “keep the shirt there and don’t you dare let it drop.”
you obeyed, fabric bunched under your fists. you were painfully exposed, the draft from the vent tickling your skin. jisung leaned in, close enough that you could smell the sharp tang of his studio and the lingering scent of smoke.
he reached for a pen, uncapping it with his teeth. your stomach did a slow-motion vault at the sight of his lips around the plastic, his tongue flicking out.
“i’m going to mark the zone,” he said against the pen, his eyes locking onto yours. “tell me if it feels off.”
the tip of the pen grazed your skin. it was a light, agonizingly slow curve, and you felt every millimeter. his left hand stayed anchored to your waist, a silent reminder that you weren’t going anywhere.
“breathe,” he whispered.
he drew a final, soft ‘x’ at the center of the placement. he pulled back, his breath hitching when he saw your half-lidded eyes and the way you were biting your lip.
“so…” he cleared his throat. “this is the densest part of the work. every time you move, it’ll pull. sure you want it here?”
“it’s fine,” you said, forcing your voice to be steady. “wanna see it when i look down.”
he went still, swallowing hard before finishing the oval outline. you felt him hovering on the edge of disbelief, so you moved, trying to bridge the gap.
“it’s… practical,” you added, fishing for his approval. “nothing more.”
“sure it is,” he tossed the pen aside but kept his hand pressed to your skin. “but, as far as i’m concerned, ‘practical girls’ don’t blush when i mark them.”
heat flooded your throat. “i’m not-”
“you are,” he said, flat and observant. “it’s fine. my job is to put ink on you, not judge what turns you on.”
your face was a fire hazard. you tried to pull the shirt down, but his fingers clamped gently over the fabric, holding you in place.
“not yet, pretty girl. i’m not done looking.”
the words clung to your mind longer than you wanted. you were drowning in his double meanings, too panicked to do anything but play the fool.
you surely considered going home, calling seungmin and screaming how much you hated him your tattoo artists.
he leaned in, his knee coming to rest just outside yours. “now, again, why ribs?”
“i already told you-”
“you told me you want to see it. that’s bullshit,” his fingers returned, pressing into the ‘x’. “why here, where it’ll hurt? where every partner you ever have is going to put their mouth on and know i was first?”
this was too much. your breath snagged, eyes squeezing shut. your panties were damp, you were aching, and completely undone by the heat of his touch.
“jisung,” you warned, your voice barely audible.
“you can walk out. door’s unlocked,” he countered, nodding toward the exit. “or you can keep answering me like an adult who knows exactly what she walked into.”
you stayed on the desk, your knuckles whitened in the fabric of your shirt.
he stood, giving you time to track the shift in his weight. he braced a hand on the desk, looming over your hip, claiming the space as if he’d already built a home there.
“y’know what? i’ve been thinking about this for a while.”
the confession didn’t land all at once. he drew the moment out, making you wait until you were on the verge of begging.
maybe this was the moment where you redirected the conversation, said goodbye and walked out that door, looking for another tattoo artist that didn’t make you sigh like a girl with a crush.
“every appointment,” he began, “i’d watch from the counter. i’d watch your eyes flicker toward me,” his voice dropped, “and, to be completely honest, I was always watching back.”
the words settled in the room, heavy and absolute. his hand didn’t move. if anything, he pressed firmer, anchoring you to him.
“i told myself it was professional interest. then you started booking with me specifically, and i stopped lying to myself,” his thumb mapped the lower curve of his own mark, “i’ve thought about putting my hands on your lower back to check my own work myself.”
he waited, giving you that final, silent out. your heart hammered against your ribs with a frantic, erratic rhythm that you were certain he could feel through his palm.
“tell me you don’t want this, and i go back to a standard consultation,” he said, voice low, absolute decree. “tell me anything else… and i stop being your artist for the next hour.”
the air in the room felt thin. you could hear the ragged drag of your own breath and feel the bite of the desk’s edge against your thighs. your shirt was still bunched in your fists, his hand pressed over your ribs like a claim he hadn’t yet voiced aloud.
“i… i don’t want you to stop,” you murmured, the words barely ghosting past your lips.
something shifted in his expression. his face lit up with a raw, predatory hunger. his eyebrows arched, and his tongue swept across his lower lip in a slow, anticipating drag.
a sudden, violent jolt of arousal spiked between your thighs, the sensation becoming almost unbearable. a broken gasp escaped you when you heard the hungry, relieved sigh he let out in response.
he stepped into the narrow space between your knees, moving with patience. he gave your body time to adjust to his heat, to the solid, grounding weight of his hips brushing while the other rose to cradle your neck.
his thumb pressed firmly against the hinge of your jaw, tilting your face up until you had no choice but to meet his eyes.
he didn’t kiss you. instead, his hand slid into your hair at the nape of your neck, his fingers tightening until the pull against your scalp sent a shiver racing down your spine. he tilted your head back by degrees until your throat was bared and your eyes had nowhere to go but him.
with a firm grip, he turned you until your hip pressed against the edge of the desk. he leaned in, his palm finding the space between your shoulder blades to anchor you firmly against the wood. his free hand settled at the waistband of your jeans, lingering there, waiting.
“last chance. you sure about this, pretty girl?” he breathed against your shoulder.
“yes…” you whined, hissing at the sheer friction of his body against yours.
only then did he work the button and zipper. he dragged your jeans and panties down in one fluid motion, the fabric catching at your thighs and knees until it pooled, tangling around your legs and binding you just enough that you couldn’t open wide without his help.
the rush of cool air hitting your core made you sob. jisung groaned, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips.
“fuck, look at you,” he rasped. he smoothed his palms up the backs of your thighs, spreading you wide, his gaze hungry. the pause stretched until your hips twitched helplessly. “already dripping, and i haven’t even touched you yet.”
you gasped, your face burning against the desk as the bluntness of his words settled in your cunt. jisung let out a low, dark laugh that vibrated through the hand still pressed against your spine.
“keep making those sounds, baby,” he whispered. “i want every single one of them.”
without warning, a single fingertip traced the seam from from your clit to your entrance, gathering the slick of your folds but not entering, teasing.
when he finally circled your clit, the movement almost cruel in its agonizingly slow pace. he held you just on the edge of your pleasure, watching you unravel.
“j-jisung…” you pleaded, your eyes dragging over him.
“oh, you want more?” he pressed two fingers into your entrance, thick and unhurried. “beg then.”
your eyes squeezed shut, swallowing hard, the command vibrating in your skull.
“p-please…” the word broke, shattering in the quiet office.
a smug, satisfied smile bloomed on his face. he pushed in slowly, watching your expression, gauging the stretch until you were panting, whispering incoherencies against the wood.
he drove his fingers, knuckle by knuckle, until his palm pressed flush against your trembling body.
“that’s it,” he murmured. “taking me so well already.”
he curled his fingers inside, searching until he found that specific, wicked spot. he settled into a steady, merciless rhythm. you could hear his own breath hitching, uneven and ragged.
“i’ve thought about this”, he confesses, his voice raw. “how wet you’d get if i just talked to you like this.”
you moaned, a sound torn from your throat, but he didn’t ease up. he added a twist on the outstroke and a sharp press on the in, building a wet, rhythmic slapping sound that filled the room.
“greedy girl,” he murmured, his admiration evident. “you’ve been wanting this for weeks,” he sighed, a heavy, audible sound. “bet you went home after our appointments and put your hand between your legs, thinking about my mouth.”
you tried to shake your head, to deny it, but he slid a third finger inside without mercy. the burn sweetened into an overwhelming fullness. your hips pushed back against him unconsciously. he pinned you firmer, his hand a dead weight against your back.
“stay,” he commanded. “i set the pace and you just take it.”
and you did. you took everything he gave you. your heartbeat slammed against the desk, sweat prickling your hairline. every thrust dragged a high-pitched, broken sound from you, raw and completely stripped of pretense.
“j-jisung, stop- m’gonna… fuck, please- so close…”
you squirmed, your entire body vibrating as the orgasm gathered in your lower belly. your mouth fell open, your back arching as you pushed into his hand.
the tightness in your abdomen snapped and your walls fluttered, spasming hard around his fingers. you slumped against the desk, forehead dropping against the cold wood, completely undone.
jisung groaned, the sight of your release clearly hitting him like a physical blow. a rush of heat coated his hand, and he didn’t stop, continuing with shorter, sharper strokes, milking every pulse until you were raw and oversensitive, still rocking back for more.
“fuck, yes…” he breathed, his voice wrecked with dark amused. “good girl. now, wanna feel you doing it in my mouth.”
before you could process the request, he dropped to his knees behind you. you jolted, surprised, but his hands immediately spread you wider, his thumbs holding you open to his scrutiny.
“w-wait-” you moaned, chest heaving. “i’m sensitive, don’t-”
but he was already there. he dragged his tongue, broad and filthy, from the mess on your thighs up to your clit. you ran a hand through your hair, biting your lip until it bled.
his pace was relentless. he licked and slurped, moaning into your skin like a man starving. your hand slapped the desk, then flew to your mouth to stifle the noise, but it was futile.
he sucked your clit between his lips, teasing with a scrape of his teeth that made your entire body jump. he circled your nub, teasing before suctioning down hard. you throbbed as he licked your folds, giving you barely a second of reprieve before attacking the sensitive spot again.
when you tried to reflexively close your legs, he bit the inside of your thigh hard enough to mark you and held the bite until you whimpered, then soothed the sting with a slow, languid swipe of his tongue.
“stay open,” he panted against your skin. “didn’t tell you to move, did i?”
you shook your head, unable to stop the sobbing sounds, your body hovering on the edge of collapse. when he pushed two fingers back inside while his mouth worked you into a frenzy, you were certain you had lost you mind.
the dual sensation was a short-circuit. he found a rhythm that was relentless, curling, sucking, and thrusting until the sound of your own fluids filled the office.
“oh, fuck-” you gasped, your mouth trembling. “jisung, i can’t- s’too much-”
“you will,” he mumbled against you. “give it to me. wanna taste every drop.”
your second orgasm hit differently, deeper, a pressure in your lower abdomen that peaked with terrifying speed. you clenched your teeth as it crashed over you, harder than the first.
your vision whited out, another gush spilling over his tongue and chin. you whimpered loudly into the wood, your body trembling so violently the desk squeaked under you.
he groaned, obscenely satisfied, drinking his fill of your release. he didn’t stop his fingers, dragging out the climax until your legs turned to jelly and he had to hold your hips up with both hands, anchoring you as you shattered for the second time.
he withdrew his hand, the sudden absence of pressure leaving you feeling strangely hollow. he stepped back just enough to unzip his jeans, the rasp of the teeth echoing in the small room.
he moved behind you, pressing his chest flush against your spine, his hand coming to cup your cheek, his touch surprisingly soothing despite the chaos he’d just wrought.
“what… jisung…” your gasps were hoarse.
he offered a slow, rouge smile. “think you can handle it?”
he didn’t wait for a verbal answer. the blunt head of his cock dragged against your soaked folds, a teasing friction, before he settled against your entrance, waiting.
you were arching back into him before he even applied pressure, desperate for the fullness you were clearly primed to receive.
“yes” you panted, the word barely recognizable.
“good girl,” he left a peek against the nape of your neck.
then, he pressed in. he didn’t slam inside, he fed you his length in slow, deliberate inches, letting you feel every ounce of the stretch, the agonizing heat of him as your body bloomed open to accommodate him.
when he bottomed out, he held perfectly still, buried to the hilt, his breath ragged against your skin. one hand fisted in your hair, the other spanning your ribs over the pen marks he’d drawn earlier.
“shit- you’re tight,” he rasped, his voice raw with honesty. “gonna fuck you until you can’t stand straight.”
a single, shaky nod was all the permission he needed. he snapped into a brutal, rhythmic pace that made the desk creak under the strain. he pulled your head back by your hair, forcing your throat open, your spine arching.
his free hand left your ribs to shove under your bra, pinching and rolling your nipple in time with his thrusts until you let out a broken sound.
“jisung, fuck-” you hissed, eyes rolling back. “so good… please, don’t stop…”
his rhythm faltered for a second at the raw sound of your voice. you were so wet, milking him with every clench, every frantic flutter of your muscles. he pushed harder, bottoming out against your cervix, the pleasure so sharp it made your mind fray at the edges.
“so fucking wet,” he panted, his own moans slipping through his teeth. “gonna cum inside you, baby. wanna see you take it all.”
he was fucking you senseless now. the thrusts were sloppy, messy, and relentless. he watched, fixated, as your ass bounced against his thighs with each violent collision. your cries were muffled against your own hand, but they were loud enough to drive him over the edge.
“gonna fill you up, baby. gonna be dripping with me after this… fuck-”
his control snapped- he buried himself to the hilt, grounding his hips against you as he sought his own release. your walls fluttered around him, desperate and greedy, milking him dry.
he let out a low, guttural roar, his cock pulsing deep inside you, hot spurs of cum flooding into you. he didn’t pull away, he stayed buried, thrusting in weak, rhythmic pulses until the very last drop was spent.
jisung remained pressed tight against you, head dropped to your shoulder, his breathing heavy and uneven. one hand stroked your side, his touch finally turning tender, while his cum leaked out, warm and thick, too much for you to hold inside.
“oh, shit… so good,” he breathed against your shoulder, pressing soft kisses into your skin. “you are perfect. made for me.”
eventually, he eased out, the withdrawal leaving a strange, quiet void in the room. you shivered, the mess between your legs feeling heavy, filthy.
he turned you around with careful, almost reverent hands, lifting you to sit on the edge of the desk. even as his body still hummed with the aftershocks of his release, his focus was entirely on you.
he brushed his thumb over you swollen lower lip, his gaze softening as he traced the flush on your cheeks. his eyes dropped to your chest, your shirt still rucked up, and his hands moved to adjust it, his fingers lingering in soft caresses.
you looked down, noticing the faint, dark marks he’d left on your thighs. you blinked, meeting his gaze one last time.
“you good?” he mumbled, stealing another soft peck from your lips. “if you want… you can come home with me. y’know… i have a little dog and a lizard that are dying to meet you.”
it was almost like a bad joke. the way he suddenly avoided your eyes, looking shy about the invitation. a slow, genuine smile spread across your face. it was sweet, the way his fingers were tracing soft, aimless circles over your knuckles.
“lead the way, then,” you said, your voice warm. “but don’t think i’m walking there on my own feet. you are carrying me!”
he chuckled, a rich, genuine sound, and patted your head before turning to gather your scattered clothes from the floor, tossing out fake apologies that lacked even a shred of regret for what he’d just done.
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chan ⸝⸝ he’s obsessed with having you in missionary, not because it’s basic, but because it’s intimate and lets him watch every little reaction you have to the way his cock stretches you open. he loves how your thighs clamp around his waist instinctively, like you’re trying to keep him as close as possible while he’s burying himself deeper with every thrust. his hands grip your hips tightly, rolling his hips rhythmically into you, dragging your body slightly up the bed with each snap of his pelvis. “look at me, baby- yeah, just like that, wanna see how good i make you feel,” he groans, his forehead pressed against yours, his sweat mixing with yours as he pounds into you so sharply it’s almost too much. his voice is breathless and deep as he praises you, his hand sliding to cup your cheek when your face twists with pleasure, “fuck- you’re so tight around me... you feel perfect, baby, taking me so fucking well.”
minho ⸝⸝ minho loves to keep you on your knees in doggy, ass arched just the way he likes it and your face smashed into the sheets like you were made to take him. the view drives him crazy— watching the bounce of your ass with every thrust, the way your creamy folds stretch to swallow him whole, his cock disappearing entirely in your dripping cunt. “god- you see how messy you’re getting for me?” he taunts, his voice low but venomous as he lands a harsh, stinging slap to your ass, fingers gripping the flesh immediately after to knead at the marks. your whimpers only fuel him further, his hips snapping into you so hard your knees start to give out, but he’s right there to yank you back by your waist or your hair, refusing to let you escape. “don’t run from me, baby. you can handle it. isn’t this what you wanted?” he growls, his teeth dragging over your shoulder as his nails dig crescents into your skin.
changbin ⸝⸝ he loves to make you ride him because the view of you bouncing on his cock is absolutely stunning, your tits swaying in his face as you take every inch like the good girl you are. his hands grip your hips firmly, guiding you in a punishing pace whenever your legs start to falter, loving the way you start to whimper from the stretch whenever he thrusts up to meet you. “c’mon, baby, don’t stop now. you’re doing so good,” he rasps, sweat dripping down his chest as his abs flex with every roll of his hips. he loves the slight squelch of your slick coating his cock and balls, the filthiness of it all making him groan deeply in his throat. when you get close to your climax, he grins and pulls you forward, shoving your chest flush to his and snapping his hips so fast and hard you can barely even make a sound, “fuck- you’re sucking me in so deep, sweetheart. you gonna milk me dry or what?”
hyunjin ⸝⸝ hyunjin loves a good spooning position— it’s not just because it’s lazy, it’s because he loves the softness of mornings where you’re both warm and tangled together in the sheets. his chest is pressed tight against your back, his hand hooking under your leg to lift it slightly as he slides his cock into your slick pussy at a slow, unrelenting pace. his lips brush against your ear as he murmurs sweet but dirty words right into it, “you’re so wet for me already, baby... can’t believe you’re still this tight, it’s like you don’t want me to pull out.” his other hand sneaks between your thighs to toy with your clit in rapid, messy circles while you squirm helplessly in his hold, unable to escape the relentless grinding of his cock hitting that perfect spot over and over. “shh, don’t fight it- just take it,” he whispers, his voice cracking slightly as your fluttering walls make his hips falter, every breath of his voice dripping with sweet, needy desperation.
jisung ⸝⸝ jisung lives for mating press. sure, it’s filthy and deep, but more than anything, it lets him absolutely ruin you in a way he can see— his cock pounding into you so hard and fast he can feel the tremble of your thighs against his chest as his hands press your legs up toward your ears. “fuuuck, baby. look at that,” he whines, his voice high-pitched and wrecked, his eyes zeroed in on the way your folds stretch and drip slick around his length as it disappears into you over and over, “your pussy’s so warm- mmph- h-how are you even taking me like this?” he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from getting lost in the visuals, your pretty pussy creaming around him, the faint bulge of his cock dragging through your stomach, your face contorted in pure bliss. his thrusts grow sloppy when you clench around him, and his tears glisten when he cant hold back anymore, babbling his apologies in shaky whines as he fills you with hot spurts of cum.
felix ⸝⸝ another missionary enthusiast^^ especially the slower, more intimate version— his broad shoulders looming over you, enveloping you completely while his cock stretches you so perfectly you feel like you might break. the way your bodies are pressed tightly together, your nails raking down his back as his soft praise spills from his lips with every slow drag of his hips, makes everything even hotter. “god, feel so good, baby… like you were made for me,” he murmurs, his deep voice vibrating through his chest as he leans down to kiss you gently, nearly pushing your head back into the mattress from how hard he’s pressing into you. he loves soaking in the way you moan helplessly into his mouth, your thighs wrapped tight around his waist, trapping him there as your hips buck against his in a desperate rhythm. his cock grinds against your g-spot relentlessly and you grab his hair, sobbing his name as you gush around him, “fuck, so perfect, look at you- let me feel you cum, baby, c’mon, you can do it for me.”
seungmin ⸝⸝ seungmin loves pronebone. his hand presses between your shoulder blades, keeping you pinned firmly to the mattress while his cock slams deep into your pussy, the sharp, wet sounds of your slick dripping around his length filling the room. “stay down,” he growls when he feels you squirm beneath him, his other hand sliding back to squeeze at the soft flesh of your ass as his hips jerk forward in brutal, precise thrusts. he drapes his body almost fully over your back, his breath hot against your ear as he bullies your tight walls relentless with every snap of his pelvis. “you’re crying already?” he tsks mockingly, even as his pace grows more erratic, the sweat on his brow dripping down onto your skin. “i thought you said you wanted this, baby. so take it.” he doesn’t hesitate to grab your hair, yanking your head back roughly when you whine too loud so he can shove a hand over your mouth, “you’re fucking soaked. so greedy for me, yeah?”
jeongin ⸝⸝ his favorite is reverse cowgirl because it gives him the perfect view of your ass bouncing on his cock as you sink down onto him over and over. he looks so pretty, his flushed face tilted back against the headboard and his lips parted in soft gasps that grow louder when your walls flutter around him. his head lolls faintly to the side, long fingers gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks as he whimpers softly, “f-fuck, baby, keep going, just like that. you’re gonna make me cum so fast.” his big, dark eyes are dazed as he watches the way your ass jiggles with every punishing drop of your hips. your slick drips down his shaft, pooling at his balls and making the sloppiest squelching noises with every thrust. when your legs start to give out, he’s quick to start bucking up into you from below, desperate to chase the orgasm building in his stomach as his hands drag you back down to slam his cock deeper. “d-don’t stop now… f-fuck, it’s too good, your pussy’s squeezing me so tight, baby—” he cries out, practically sobbing as he gushes warm inside you.
jisung claims he just wants to ‘rub against you’ but you both knew that was a lie ! ( tw: dubcon )
jisung had just dicked you down so good not even an hour ago.
he’d left you messy and trembling on the bed, your body sprawled out across the rumpled sheets while your dripping cunt clenched weakly around nothing, a thick mix of his cum and your slick smeared all over your thighs and leaking slow from your still-puffy hole. you could barely think, let alone move— your muscles felt like jelly, thighs quivering sharply everytime you tried to shift positions, oversensitive and sore in the best way possible.
your clit still pulsed faintly, swollen from how hard he’d made you cum earlier, overstimulation turning to a dull ache in your core. jisung had been just as wrecked, flopping off to your side with a breathless laugh that made little butterflies stir in your tummy even now.
so you thought that was it. done for the night.
and yet, there he was again, hovering over you now with flushed cheeks and disheveled hair, his cock already rock-hard and drooling pre onto your thigh as he gazed down at you with those big, round, stupidly desperate eyes.
you stared at him blankly, your mind struggling to wrap itself around the audacity.
“baby, please…” jisung whined softly, his voice cracking on the words like he was holding back actual tears. “just wanna feel you again. jus’ rub it on your pussy, i swear. won’t put it in. promise.”
oh, you didn’t believe that for a second.
jisung was lying to himself even more than he was lying to you— how could he help it when his hips were already rocking these tiny, pleading little thrusts, smearing sticky precum over your skin? his face was so red, his bottom lip caught between his teeth while his eyes watched you like you were his salvation, his endgame, his every waking thought.
and god, you knew you shouldn’t. you were already so full of him, your battered pussy still stretched and sore from how rough he’d been earlier. you could feel him in your blood, your muscles screaming for a break, even as your clit throbbed faintly at the way his cockhead twitched and leaked against your thigh.
but how the hell were you supposed to say no when he begged like that?
“…only rubbing,” you whispered, voice weak but firm. “be good, yeah?”
jisung nodded so frantically it was almost funny, his hands shaking as they cupped your thighs, nudging them apart slowly like he thought you might change your mind.
"i'll be good," he murmured, leaning forward to kiss your jaw, then your cheek, then your mouth with a softness that almost made you melt.
your chest fluttered as his lips trailed kisses down the curve of your throat, every little press a silent plea.
“thank you, baby,” he whispered against your skin, his voice husky but so gentle it made your resolve crack even more.
his trembling hands coaxed your legs wider until your puffy folds stuck to his cock, the lewd wetness between your thighs cold from earlier but quickly heating up again when the fat head of his cock dragged up your slit in a slow, deliberate motion.
“fuck, still so wet from earlier… so warm,” jisung breathed, his voice dropping another octave as he reached the end of your slit, his head catching briefly on your clit and making you jump.
his hips twitched forward instinctively, and both of you gasped softly at the sensation— the thick heat of his length pressing against your folds, already sticky and messy from the cum dripping out of you.
“s-shit, baby,” he whined, dragging his cock down, and then up again in one slow glide that sent sparks darting down your spine. “hear that? so fucking wet. you’re still leaking all over me.”
he wasn’t lying; every drag of his cock along your folds sounded downright filthy, wet squelches echoing in the room with every glide against your entrance, every bump against your swollen clit. his earlier load mixed with pre and slick, coating everything in messy strings that stuck to him when he pulled back.
the sloppiness of it made your face burn— not with embarrassment (there was none left to feel, really, not after jisung had learned every inch of you earlier that night)— but with how turned on it made you despite your soreness. you whimpered softly everytime the fat head of his cock teased your entrance without fully pushing inside, and jisung groaned when your thighs trembled helplessly at the slow, steady drag.
“can’t believe you’re still this messy,” he murmured, his voice cracking with need. “fuck, your pussy’s so cute...so creamy and sticky from me…”
you weren’t even officially fucking, and you were already losing your damn mind. everything felt so sensitive. the slick friction, the warmth of his cock pulsing against your folds. every drag sent shivers through your core, leaving you wet and wanting despite the ache.
and yet, jisung somehow pulled himself together, kept it slow in the most agonizing way, his thick length gliding down your slit before catching at your entrance and making you gasp— a sound jisung clearly relished because his head tipped back, lips parting on a moan like he could barely handle it himself.
“fuck, your pussy’s sucking me in—“ he panted, his grip tightening on your thighs as they kept trembling beneath him, the warmth of his calloused hands practically scorching your skin. “you’re gripping so hard, and i’m not even- ah—”
his hips twitched harder, enough to push the tip just slightly against your entrance where it notched thick and heavy inside.
“jisung- wait—!” you gasped, your hands flying to his chest in something that wasn’t quite a push. you could already feel the faint stretch from his tip pressing against your tight, puffy hole, overwhelmed but still loving it, your walls fluttering regardless of the ache.
“s-sorry, ‘m sorry,” jisung choked out immediately, but he didn’t move, every muscle in his body visibly straining. he whined softly, somehow just as wrecked from all of this as you, his flushed face burying into your shoulder as he breathed so raggedly you felt it in every shallow exhale.
“just the tip,” he babbled, his hips notching forward slightly despite his words. “just wanna feel you here. just this, baby, i promise…”
you wanted to believe him, but jisung was already sinking in. one thick inch, slow and devastating, and the breath punched out of your lungs.
“you’re so soft, baby… so fucking tight around me,” he moaned against your shoulder, his hips jerking slightly even as he tried to stay still.
“j-jisung, wait—” you whimpered again, nails gripping weakly at his arms as tears pricked your eyes, still breathless from the stretch.
he pressed frantic kisses to your jaw in response, his voice trembling as he muttered a bunch of “sorry’s” and “i love you’s” that contradicted every stutter of his hips.
he wasn’t pulling back. he wasn’t stopping.
instead, he buried himself slowly but deeply into your soaked, sore heat, inch by inch, until you felt the thickness of him stretching you fully again, his shaft slick and pulsing against your walls.
he wasn’t supposed to go this far, but you couldn’t care anymore—couldn’t think past the full sensation of jisung fucking you open, his length coated in messy slick from how wet you still were.
“fuck- look at you,” jisung groaned when he finally bottomed out, cock twitching where it pressed deep inside, head practically kissing your cervix. “you’re perfect, baby. so good for me- taking me so well, fuck.”
you cried out faintly when his hips rolled forward again in a shallow thrust, the motion sending a fresh squelch of his earlier release spilling out around him, coating the sheets beneath you in sticky waves.
your thighs pressed tight as everything inside you broke apart all over again, trembling against him as the bed creaked with every movement. his cock dragged thick and heavy along your walls, every thrust deep and firm, his breath a mixture of broken grunts and moans as he muttered praise and curses into your ear.
"so tight… so good…” he was babbling now, his hips rolling forward frantically as your cries melted into sobs of overstimulation, both of you oblivious to anything but the brutal, sloppy sounds of him fucking into you.
“j-jisung- i can’t—!” your words broke into a wail when his thrusts stuttered harder, deeper, everything messy and overwhelming.
“you can, baby,” jisung rasped, the veins in his hands twitching as he grabbed your thighs to hold you steady. “you’re my good girl- fuck, i know you can take it. your pussy always takes me so well…”
he angled your hips higher, pushing even deeper when you clenched hard on his cock again, making his words dissolve into another broken groan as the wet slap of his thrusts filled the room.
you threw your head back with a loud cry when he hit that spot, the one that sent sparks spiraling inside you and made you gushing wet all over again.
his hips stuttered then, a low “fuckkk, ’m so close,” spilling from his lips as his cock throbbed painfully inside you before he pulled out at the very last second, thick ribbons of cum shooting across your stomach and already ruined folds, smearing sticky onto your skin and thighs.
he slumped forward after with a loud groan, his forehead pressing against yours as both of you gasped for breath, your body still trembling beneath him as he kissed your cheek softly, so sweet it felt almost unreal.
“…sex ban,” you croaked after a long moment, hoarse, but determined.
jisung blinked at you in confusion before his face dropped into pure devastation, those round puppy eyes going wide. “wait, what?”
“yep. sex ban. no more for a week,” you panted, watching the misery flicker across his slightly sweaty face.
“b-but- i’ll be good!” he stammered, already pouting, and you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out because god, he was so screwed, and it was all his own doing….
imagine the thought of u calling w a friend while han is eating u out under the blankets..
this was supposed to just be a normal movie night with your boyfriend. at least that’s what you had in mind— popcorn, netflix, maybe some cuddling or a nap halfway through if you got too comfy. but you should’ve known better. jisung never makes it through a full movie. never without touching you. and tonight proves to be no different.
“mm, you’re warm,” he murmured ten minutes in, voice muffled against your shoulder, hands already sliding beneath the blankets draped over both your laps. “just wanna cuddle.”
but jisung doesn’t cuddle. he gropes. he rubs. he drags those greedy fingers up the inside of your thigh like he’s starving and your pussy’s the only thing on the menu. by the time you realize where it’s going, it’s too late— he’s already coaxed your sleep shorts down to your knees and buried his head under the covers, mouthing at your inner thigh like he needs to taste you just to breathe.
and then, of course, your phone rings.
“answer it,” jisung whispers, lips pressed to your cunt. “don’t be rude.”
you glare down at the lump beneath the blanket. “you’re unbelievable.”
“you love it.”
you do, unfortunately. even as your hand trembles picking up the call, even as your best friend’s voice chirps on speaker, even as jisung starts licking slow stripes up your folds like he’s doing it just to be mean. you try to keep your voice level, biting the inside of your cheek, answering questions with little hums and nods like he’s not sucking your clit into his mouth right now.
it’s a losing battle.
because jisung gets off on this— gets off on making you squirm, on hearing your breath hitch in the middle of a sentence, on the soft shlick noises filling the space between your friend’s rambling. his tongue is fast and relentless, curling just right, circling and flicking and sucking like he knows how close you are already. your legs are shaking, thighs clenching, and jisung just holds you open, palms firm against your hips as he moans into your pussy like you’re the one giving him head.
and then it happens.
he wraps his lips around your clit, sucks so hard you nearly see stars, and your whole body jerks. a noise slips out of you— high-pitched and not normal. somewhere between a squeak and a strangled gasp. your friend pauses mid-sentence.
“…are you okay?”
“mhm! m’fine! just- hiccups,” you lie, voice cracking as you slap a hand over your mouth, toes curling in the couch cushion. your other hand’s gripping the blanket, pulling it tighter over jisung’s head as if that’ll stop him from tongue-fucking you like he’s in love with it.
he doesn’t stop.
you end the call a minute later with a rushed excuse and hang up just in time to hear jisung laugh into your pussy.
“did you just squeal like a dying mouse?” he grins, emerging from under the blanket with your slick all over his mouth, flushed and breathless and so fucking smug. “baby, that was so cute. do it again.”
“shut the fuck up—”
“no, no, i’m serious,” he interrupts, grabbing your hips and yanking you further down the couch. “make that noise again. i’m gonna keep eating until you do.”
hanji fucking you after tour🙏 ITS BEEEN SOOOO LONG since he last saw you and he misses you so much...
eating u out for hours bc he gotta make up for being absent for so long, hes so messy and starved. his cock is soo hard, it hurts sm that he has to grind down the mattress but all he wants rn is a taste and pleasuring you because hes so soo sorry🤤☝️
when he does end up inside, he js cant stop.. no matter how overstimulated you both are and how hes js spurting little droplets by now. he js cant stop, he's so hard and he missed this so much. hes crying and whining about it while still going omg. 👅👅👅✌️
jisung wasn’t just touching you, no, he was devouring you.
his lips moved hungrily over the sensitive heat of your core, tongue dragging through slick folds like a man on a mission, groaning shamelessly into every inch of you. long sighs and drawn-out cries spilled from your lips, but it only made him smirk softly between breaths. despite how messy it was— his mouth wet with you, his jaw slick with evidence of just how much he missed you— he didn’t care.
because it wasn’t enough.
jisung had missed this feeling so fucking much. the months apart after his tour had been brutal, waking up to cold sheets and long nights where the closest he got to you was stroking himself in an empty hotel room with your voice echoing in his head. he felt every mile between you like a gaping wound, tearing open wider and wider until the ache became unbearable.
and now that he finally had you underneath him again, whining his name as your thighs shook around his face? there was no way in hell he was stopping.
“’m so sorry,” he murmured, voice muffled by your thighs as he pressed sloppy kisses to the slick skin. “i missed you so much- fuck, so much—”
a sharp gasp hitched in your throat as his lips sucked your clit back into his mouth, teeth scraping ever so lightly to drive you into another wave of sharp, gasping pleasure. yuo didn’t even know how he still had energy, he’d been between your thighs for so long now, driven by sheer desperation— but even as your body convulsed under the sharp overstimulation, there was no stopping him.
his nails dug into your hips, keeping you perfectly in place against his mouth as he groaned against you, hips rutting against the mattress beneath him as his arousal became unbearable. his cock was so fucking hard it actually hurt, aching between his own thighs with little wet stains already smudging the fabric of his boxers, but he wouldn’t let himself stop to do anything about it.
not yet.
you were first, always first, and he needed this more than air.
only when you tugged hard at his hair, voice splintering into soft cries about how you couldn’t take another second of his relentless tongue, did he finally lift his face. his cheeks were flush, chin glistening with your slick, lips swollen from the literal marathon of devouring you.
amd even then, he barely gave you time to breathe before pressing the most filthy, desperate kiss to your lips, the taste of you still fresh in his mouth as he lined himself up.
“i’m sorry, baby- i c-can’t wait anymore, i can’t—”
you barely had time to brace yourself before he pushed into you, all of him at once, filling you so full you nearly sobbed at the sharp burn of it.
and jisung? he was delirious. whimpering softly against your neck as his hips snapped into you. the kind of desperate, helpless rhythm that showed just how much he needed you.
“i missed you- fuck, i missed this,” his breath hitched, voice cracking into little whines as his pace stuttered, already fucking deeper despite how wrecked you both were. “i-it’s been so long, i just- nngh- can’t stop—”
his thighs trembled slightly, his body wracked under the onslaught of his own need, eyes glassy with unshed tears. svery thrust sent sparks of heat through both of you, your nails leaving desperate streaks down his back as your moans bled together in helpless harmony.
“gonna make it up to you,” he babbled, words breaking against another gasp. he buried himself to the hilt, his lips brushing against your salty skin. “i’m so sorry, baby, i just—need—you—”
and neither of you stopped until you were both crying all over again.
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synopsis: jisung loves the high of a performance more than anything. the way people scream his name, cheer for his every move. not only is it addictive, but it goes straight to his dick.
pairing: idol!jisung x bsf!reader
genre: smut
contains: jisung being a horny fuck, jerking off, one sided phone sex (?? reader doesn’t realize he’s doing stuff until the very end), pet names (rockstar), probably more but i’m really bad at tagging T-T
word count: 1.2k
requested by: 🪼 anon !!
now playing: in the blur of the rain - jiwoo
[a/n]: sooooo this is my first time writing anything in months, so pretty please be kind if it’s not up to par with my other works ;-; i wrote this in like 3 hrs because i was bored and wanted to dip my toes back into the writing community again, so please give it some grace !! this is not proof read. please enjoy this little treat !! i hope i did your request justice ><
he should be asleep, he knows that.
jisung’s muscles ache like he’s ran a marathon—not a horrible analogy when taking into consideration the ungodly amount of dashing across the stage he did tonight. he always over does it, but he can never seem to do any less. he likes the ache, the way his right hand twitches slightly from how tight he has to hold his mic. likes hearing his beats blasting through his in ears. but what does he like more than anything?
his audience.
the cheering, the familiar syllables of his name echoing through stadiums, the way the fans fucking scream.
he really can’t help it, the way it seeps into his veins and pushes him throughout the rest of their stage. jesus christ, it just feels so fucking good. it’s moments like that when he gets it, gets why people like being in the spotlight.
jisung’s never usually one to be fully confident in his body—cheeks to big, never quite lean like felix, never enough muscle to rival changbin—but hearing the cheers and the chants make him feel like someone else. it leaves him bouncing off the walls with unbridled charisma and an ego bigger than chans (if that’s even possible).
and once the group takes their leave from the stage, ushered into the green room by staff? that shit sticks with him for hours.
so much so that he can reminisce on it with ease later in the solitude of his hotel room, hand shoved down the front of his boxers as his wrists burns with that same ache the rest of his body shares. he’s came once already, but that just serves to make the glide easier, the feeling richer with each stroke of his palm. his nerves are alight, never having fully cooled after the performance he’d given.
if only stay knew… what would they say? would the label him a freak? some stupid horny perv who gets off under what he can only describe unconditional praise?
his hips buck into his hands at the same time a moan falls half choked from his plush lips.
fuck, he’s gonna come again. jisung lets his grip tighten around the base of his dick in semi-desperate attempt to stall the inevitable.
he can still hear it, the way they’d screamed when he’d teased the barest peak of his abdomen, flashing that pretty tattoo on display before letting his shirt fall back into place. he can hear it, and he’s so close, so fucking close to—
riiiing
jisung’s entire body locks up, frozen.
riiiing
who in the hell is calling him at this hour??
riiiing
with the hand not currently painted white and sticky with the aftermath of his previous release, jisung reaches a shaky hand out to where his phone is buzzing on the nightstand.
riiiing
…..
your name slips so easily off his tongue when he sees it lighting up his screen. something about the familiarity of it sends his hips stuttering into the tight fist of his hand.
he should press that little red button at the bottom of his screen, or at the very least toss his phone to some forgotten place on the mattress and let it ring out. it’s late anyways, you’d just take it as him being asleep and carry on with your evening. his fingers twitch around his cock as his thumb hovers over the ‘accept’ button.
bottom lip caught between his teeth, jisung’s already slush of a brain seems to melt even more. honestly, he wouldn’t be surprised if his brain slowly started seeping out of his ears, leaving him nothing but a stupid horny mess with no purpose other than—
“holy shit, sungie! do you even *know* how good of a performer you are?!”
jisung blinks once, twice. his thumb must’ve slipped. fuck. he should just end the call now and talk his way out of this when he doesn’t actively have his hand down his pants, but somehow the words “…ya think so?” is tumbling out of his mouth instead.
the question is small, timid almost. shy in a way that doesn’t at all match his current predicament. people on the internet did always mention how striking his duality was, maybe they were right.
he can vaguely make out what sounds like a scoff on your end of the line before you’re hoping back into your own flavor of praise.
“what the fuck do you mean ‘do you think so’? we’ve talked about the whole fishing for compliments thing, ji,” a moment of silence. jisung swallows so hard it feels like his throat is constricting. “…if i wasn’t so awestruck i would hang up on you and toss my compliments at the wall instead. you’re lucky you’re performance was so good, because seriously, ji, how the fuck do you even do that?”
your words go on and on, but they all started fading together whenever his hand started its drag again, the movement being slower now, more tentative. your voice is a beautiful drone in the background of his pleasure, not dissimilar to how the crowd had buzzed during his rap chorus. he manages to pick up a few things though, it’s so fucking hot when you get really in the moment and watching move on stage like that is actually insane, ji are some of his favorites.
he offers no response to your praise, to preoccupied with digging his thumb into the head of his cock and letting out a breathy sound he prays passes as a hum of acknowledgement.
the next time he tunes into your awe filled ramblings, he almost regrets it.
“you really are incredible, jisung. my little rockstar.”
where as everything previous had taken the path to his head, inflating his ego to no bounds, that comment went straight to his dick. he can’t help it this time, the whiny moan that forces it’s way from his throat as his hips force themselves forward into his fist. he doesn’t even think about it, what little filter remained being thrown to god knows were as he chases his peak.
rockstar. my rockstar.
he was so busy letting that name spin in his head like a broken record that he couldn’t even be bothered to register the way your voice had trailed off, letting his little gasps and shattered breaths echo on the otherwise quite line without a second thought.
“…jisung?”
oh. oh fuck.
jisung scrambles for his phone with his free hand, the device long having been laid beside his pillow so the sweet tune of your voice could feed straight into his ear.
“fuck. sorry about that- i, uh, stubbed my toe.” if his other hand hadn’t been pumping down his length with reckless abandon, he’d have half the mind to slap himself upside the head. “i’m gonna like, go now. bye!” he hangs up before you can get another word in.
and that’s how he reaches his second release of the night—head tilted back into the pillows with his phone clutched in one hand and his dick in the other, thumb and forefinger pinching hard under the head as he spills yet another load into his boxers.
oh, and your name on his lips, of course.
because he’s yours after all, isn’t he? you’d said it yourself in full confidence. he’s your little rockstar, so it only feels right to sing a sweet call of your name as he simmers in pleasure and fading adrenaline.
[a/n 2]: are we so back or what??!? what do we think??? im assuming my writing will get better over time, cuz it’s a muscle in my brain that i havent worked in a good long while, but i’m sure it’ll get better guys trust 🙏🙏 i really do hope you enjoyed, and to my darling 🪼 anon: i hope you enjoyed my attempt to bringing your request to life :D
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Hannie x reader : reader listen to han’s new song but she didn’t know he was this freaky. Lol I just thought it was a cute idea! Congratulations! Love ya work! Hopefully we will get to see more then life is not hectic! Keep us updated on your life too ! I get anxious!
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Sing for me, baby
relationships: Han x female!Reader
cws: smut, oral sex (m!receiving), unprotected sex, semi public sex, Han records them without her knowing it, Han not being a sub for the first time ever in a fic of mine hello??
word count: 1973
a/n: thank you for sending me my first ever skz request and participating in the 1,5k follower special, I hope it turned out the way you liked! It was a great idea hehehe. Sorry it took me so long, life can be rough sometimes. But I’m okay btw, don’t worry about silly old me
“Ah, shit”.
Jisung let the door of the recording booth fall shut behind him with a loud slam, making you jolt and look up from your phone.
Originally, you had joined him in the studio after he claimed he wouldn’t need any longer. The plan was to get some food - but that had been two hours ago now.
You stood up, phone discarded on the couch cushion.
“Baby”, you said, stepping up to stand behind his sitting form, hands resting on his shoulders, “You want me to get some takeout? We can eat here if you want, maybe you need a break”.
Jisung groaned, hands frantically rubbing his face before he combed his hair back and out of his sight. You knew he wasn’t mad at you, he was just struggling to keep up the deadline.
“I appreciate it, my love”, he answered, taking one of your hands to bring it to his mouth and kiss your knuckles, “But I really need to get this song done- the lyrics just don’t match the beat and- ugghhh”.
Another frustrated sound before he opened up the document with the lyrics again, staring at the words on screen without really doing anything.
You hummed, gently massaging the muscles in his tensed up shoulders and earning a soft grunt.
“Maybe I just need to rap a bit faster? Let me try it again”, he muttered under his breath, standing up to vanish into the recording booth again.
You could see him through the window, putting on the headphones and starting the beat again on the laptop sat on the little table beside him.
It took the dark haired a few attempts, saying the same words over and over again - restarting the beat, just to stop as soon as he was three words in and restarted once more.
“Fucking- agghhh”, he covered his face with his hands.
You grinned, a very intriguing idea forming in your brain. There was something you knew you could do to help him release some stress.
You opened the door to the recording booth, slipping in without him really noticing, still focused on his project. You let your hands sneak over his body, wrapping your arms around his waist and letting your fingers creep under the fabric of his shirt. You grazed his abs with your nails, stroking him there.
“Baby-“.
“Let me help you, Ji. Relax”, you encouraged him, one of your hands skipping past the waistband of his sweatpants.
“Ohhh- baby, you can’t distract me right now, I need to concentrate”, he tried, but he was already slumping against you.
“I’m not distracting”, you cooed, your hand stroking his cock through his boxer briefs, “You need to calm down, take a quick break and sort your thoughts”.
Jisung laughed, his own hands pulling his pants and underwear down without any more complaints so you had more space to awake his half hard dick.
“And you think an orgasm would help?”.
“I think me sucking your cock would help”, you corrected him with a laugh.
He twitched inside your hand at your words and let out a very tense sigh. You twisted your wrist, sliding your fingers around the tip to make him moan and his head fall forward.
“Let me take care of you”.
You stepped around him, kneeling down immediately and sticking your tongue out to give him a slow but pressured lick.
“Ughhh- maybe you’re right”, he nodded, a hand was in your neck, “But, what if-“.
“I’ll make it quick”, you grinned, licking up the underside of his shaft before slightly sucking on the head and lapping up the leaking pre cum, “You know I can”.
“Ohh, fuck-“, Jisung had to brace himself against the wall with his free hand, the other gently caressing you as you took his length into your mouth inch by inch.
He trembled, trying hard not to be too loud, to hold onto his composure. But your skilled mouth was soon pulling sound after sound out of him - the tiniest whimpers and the most pornographic grunts.
You swallowed around him, taking him in as deep as you could and wrapped a hand around the base to stimulate him like this where your mouth couldn’t reach.
Jisung was easy to get, you knew by now what he liked, where you had to push his buttons for him to come undone. And seeing him folding under no pressure so quickly was insanely hot to you.
There was a tingling sensation running down your body and pooling low in your stomach every time a ragged breath left his parted lips. It was addicting, giving you a rush.
“So good- baby”, he muttered, his grip tightened on your hair, “Fuck- I don’t wanna cum yet-“.
He pushed your head forward just slightly, his hips bucking into you to make his cock hit the back of your throat. You moaned around him at the sudden intrusion and he clenched the muscles of his abdomen.
Your hand wandered, going up to feel the tense abs and skipping over the tattoo on his side momentarily - he was so sensitive on this spot, it made him jolt.
“Why not?”, you asked, letting his cock slide out of your mouth with a wet pop.
“Wanna cum inside your pussy”, Jisung gasped.
He was leaking again and you just opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out to catch the drop.
“Oh really?”, you tried to sound nonchalant, “What about your fear of getting caught?”.
Jisung barely was comfortable of touching you in the studio, it wasn’t uncommon for one of his hyungs to come in late while being struck with motivation. But he was so desperate now, so horny, he didn’t even seem to care.
He hauled you up into a standing position, turning you around and pinned your hands against the wall - your arms stretched out in front of you to brace yourself against it like this.
“I need you. Now”, he pressed his face into the crook of your neck, mouth lapping at your skin and making you arch your spine, “Their own fault if they come in-“.
He tugged at the fabric of your shorts, pulling them down with your panties in one go. A strong hand between your shoulder blades pushed you slightly to make you lean forward, the other grabbed a fistful of your ass.
“Maybe this was a great idea”, he muttered, his fingers sliding deeper, between your folds and spreading them, “I can already feel the inspiration flowing”.
You gasped, your pussy throbbing under his touch, the way he gently but quickly massaged you there had you trembling and clenching around nothing in anticipation.
He used your wetness, spreading it over his length thoroughly before guiding his cock to your entrance.
“Don’t hold back, my love. I want to hear you”, he pushed in roughly, not stopping until he bottomed out, “Sing for me, baby”.
Singing was a great metaphor for your screamed out moan, the pain of being stretched out so violently was swallowed by the intense wave of pleasure his fingers on your clit provided.
He stayed like this for a moment, his dick twitching inside your welcoming heat.
“That’s it, taking me so well”, Jisung cooed, a kiss on your neck made you jolt, “So eager to help me, yeah? My pretty girl is so nice to me, gotta return the favor”.
He began to move, not as slow and deliberate as he used to do. He fucked you like he was obsessed, a hand on your hips steadying you.
The slapping sound of your ass hitting his pelvis in combination with the wet squelch of your walls sucking him in with every thrust was a sinful melody, it made you dizzy as he stole your air with it.
The pace wasn’t faltering, not even when he was this close. He was very determined to push moans and whines out of you every time you exhaled - it made him chuckle hoarsely, a grin spreading on his lips, as if this was everything he needed to tumble over the edge.
Jisung filled you up, painting your walls with his cum and fucking it deeper into you with no intention of stopping.
He threw the laptop that had been standing on the table beside you to the couch behind it, swiping off everything else before pushing you towards it.
The manhandling was unfamiliar but very welcome - you could see the hunger and frustration in his eyes and he needed you to soothe his brain working overtime. He turned you around to face him and lifted you to sit on the table.
He looked at you as if he was sorry he used you like this for his own pleasure, but once you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him close again, that hint in his eyes was gone immediately.
Jisung kissed you ferociously and messily - just spit and tongue and teeth. His cock slid back home before his cum even dared to ooze out, he was still so hard, still so hungry and desperate for you.
His thrusts were rhythmic and quick, making you sob into his mouth.
“Need more”, he huffed, kissing away the sweat on your temple, “Feels so good”.
The way Jisung gripped you was full of lust, harshly digging his fingers into your flesh to wrap your legs around his hips.
“Jisung-“, you whimpered.
It was a bit much, a bit too intense - but so so good.
Your orgasm built up so quickly, coming down and crushing you with a blinding fire that let your eyes roll back into your skull and your nails dig into his shoulders.
The table scratched over the floor with his movements, squeaking dangerously.
“Come on”, he encouraged you, “Louder, my love. Scream my name. Show me how pretty it can sound”.
You did as you were told, your body surrendering to him without thinking anymore. Your walls clenched around him, spurring him on to fuck into you with more force, pulling you towards him with every snap of his hips as his name spilled out of your mouth endlessly.
“Baby, you wanna hear my new song?”, Jisung asked with a smile.
It was the kind of smile where his whole face lit up, eyes glowing with excitement as he looked up from his laptop at you.
Both of you were draped out lazily on the couch of your apartment, you just had finished dinner.
“You managed to finish it in time?”, you asked.
“Mh-hmm, with your help”, he either didn’t seem to notice your face flushing up or he was very good at ignoring it, “I had to change the beat and the pace though. But I think it has a nice twist now”.
He was typing away on the keyboard, tongue slightly sticking out and telling you something mischievous was going on.
You furrowed your brows.
“Okay, let me hear it”.
He clicked on it, the song started. It took you a few seconds, your brain worked hard to understand what was going on. But then you noticed it - what was supposed to be the drums in the background sounded suspiciously like skin slapping against skin.
You could clearly hear another voice in the background that wasn’t his. It was your moan. A lot of your moans actually.
“Jisung-“, you whispered, “You didn’t”.
His grin got brighter, reaching the peak of his happiness when you could hear yourself sob every few seconds.
“Don’t you like it?”, he teased you, “You had played a significant part in it”.
“Don’t tell me you’ve sent that to Chan and Changbin”.
Jisung laughed, shaking his head.
“Of course not, I just redid the adlibs and beat for fun. I would never-“, him stopping to talk before this sentence was fully finished wasn’t a good sign, “Oh”.
warnings: not proofread yet, cock warming, slight smut (mdni).
tags: established relationship, fluff and smut, emotional hurt/comfort, domestic fluff.
summary: You spent the entire day thinking about one thing: Han Jisung. More specifically, getting him into bed. Unfortunately, he comes home with tears in his eyes instead.
a/n: two in one night, I'm on fireeee. i still have Yang Jeongin left.
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You’ve been stupidly horny all day. So horny you think you’ll explode if you don’t get a dick inside you — preferably your boyfriend’s.
It was probably the fact that you stayed home, and you had spent all day watching thirst traps of your boyfriend. Or the fact that your period was coming in exactly three days.
Probably both.
You knew Jisung wasn’t at home, but you still made your way in, kicking off your shoes and grabbing a blanket before wrapping yourself up like a burrito on the couch.
You texted Jisung earlier to let him know you were on your way to his place. He said he would be there soon but didn’t tell you when.
So you waited, eyes closed tightly, trying to ignore the pool in your panties, imagining the way Han Jisung would fuck you the moment he crossed the door.
You’re afraid that grabbing your phone would make things worse, knowing that your For You page was full of his videos, your wallpaper was him shirtless, and your gallery was full of pictures of him.
You don’t know how long you wait, but you finally hear the door open. You don’t move yet, though. Maybe you can make him think you are asleep, maybe you can make him feel bad for making you wait while you are in heat for god knows how long.
And then the couch dips beside you.
You wait.
Five seconds.
Ten.
He’s quieter than usual.
You were expecting him to try to wake you up, but since that doesn’t happen and you still feel like you might explode, you sit up and climb on top of him, filling him with kisses.
“What took you so long?” you ask, in between kisses. “I missed you,” you mumbled, going straight to his neck, sucking gently and being careful of not leaving any marks. “I’ve been needing you so badly.” You move your hips over his sweats, pushing yourself down to make the friction harder.
His arms wrap around your waist, and just a second later, you think you hear him sniffle.
You frown and look at his face for the first time that night.
Your stomach drops.
His eyes are red.
“Hannie, you okay?” Your hands grab his cheeks, your eyes full of worry, and you start feeling like the worst girlfriend ever.
“I had a really bad day, Y/n,” he says, his voice small like he’s trying not to start crying again.
“Aw,” you pull him in, hugging him and trying to make yourself as big as you can so he can feel protected. “What happened, baby?”
“It’s just…” he pouts slightly, almost like he doesn’t realize it. “Chan hyung and Changbin hyung and I were working on a song, and I kept giving ideas but this guy we were working with kept saying no to every idea I had and neither Chan or Changbin defended me. And I just felt frustrated and angry, and sad so I stormed out of the studio and Chan hyung scolded me,” his eyes got glossy again and you felt like you might start crying with him.
“He scolded you? Did you try to explain?” You asked, your hands going through his hair, to give him as much comfort as you could.
“I did. And I swear, baby, they were good ideas.” One tear slips out, and you clean it before bringing him in again.
“Do you want me to…” he interrupted you before you could finish your question.
“No, Y/n, you can’t kill them. I’d miss them,” he says.
You groan dramatically. “Fine.” That makes him laugh a little. “You know what? We can wear our matching pijamas, go on bed, cuddle and watch Howl’s moving castle, yeah?” You smile sweetly at him.
He nods. “Can we do that after I fuck you, though?” His face doesn’t match his words.
“No, Hannie. It’s fine.” You think he feels bad for making you wait all day, horny, just to not fuck you at the end, but then he grabs your hand, and makes you touch his dick over his clothes. He’s hard.
“You did this.”
You laugh. “It doesn’t feel right to fuck while you still have tears in your eyes,” you say.
“Usually you don’t mind,” he says, and you chuckle.
“Baby, not this type of tears.”
“If I don’t get my dick inside you, I might die,” he whines, wrapping his arms around you even harder, and the familiar tickling feeling comes back almost immediately.
“Tell you what? I can warm you, but no more, okay?”
He nods. “Fine with me.”
He loosens his arms, and you stand up to take off your sweats and your panties. He only lowers his sweats and boxers enough to take his cock out.
There’s no need to prep yourself because of how wet you are. It helps a lot to slide smoothly, but you still close your eyes tightly once he’s all in.
You moan because the feeling of being full of him makes you feel so good. Better than whatever you could’ve done with yourself at home, and you think it’s good that you’ve waited. He’s breathing hard, and none of you is moving, but he seems like he might burst any moment now.
“Feeling better already,” he mumbles. You chuckle and kiss his lips.
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