Studio Session - Han Jisung Smut
You pulled yourself off of Jisung's lap after teasingly grinding on him.
His breathing ragged as he catched his breath. A thin layer of sweat rest on his forehead. His hair messy from running his hand through it too much, and his bulge was visible under the layers of clothing he had on.
You began to strip from your clothes. His eyes glued to yours as he watched you remove layer after layer. He gulped as you threw your last article of clothing to the floor leaving you in your black lacy undergarment. It's been so long since the two of you have had sex so he was eager to get his hands on you. Fuck the song, it can wait.
Removing his clothing, he stood from the studio chair, pulling you into a much needed kiss. It was sloppy and wet but still passionate as ever. His hands that rested on your waist roamed down to your lower region groping your ass through the thin lacy material. The kissing got more heated as tongue got involved. He licked your lips asking your permission for entrance before you let your tongue collide with his. You both teased each other with your tongues before he got impatient and took your tongue between his teeth, sucking lightly on it. You whimpered at the action, grabbing his shoulders to steady yourself.
He let go of your tongue, a trail of saliva keeping you two connected until it disappeared moments later. "I want you," he whispered undoing the clasped to your bra. The straps slowly sliding down shoulders making you tingle a bit. The cool air in the studio made your nipples harden. Feeling a little unsettling, you place your hands over your breast.
"Don't do that," Jisung said removing your hands. "They're perfect, you're perfect." He smashed his lips to yours. He grabbed the back of your thighs, setting you onto his desk not caring about the piles of paper that sat upon it. He swallows the moans that escape your mouth. Your hands find the back of his neck, tugging gently at his dyed hair. He moans, trailing his lips down your neck.
"Jisung," you moaned tilting your head back giving him more access. "I want you," he says playing with one of your nipples. His lips leave your neck to take the other into his mouth.
"So take me," you said reaching down to cup his bulge. He moans around your breast, sending vibrations throughout your body.
He pulls away slowly with a pop. He licks his lips, cupping your face and smashing his lips messily onto yours. You moaned, tugging at the hem of his boxers indicating that you want them off. He removed his hands from your face, and while still making out with you, he slide the boxers down his legs, kicking it to the side. His erection hit his abdomen. His tip bright red as ever while pre-cum leaked from its slit.
"Let's skip the foreplay tonight," you said removing your lace panties. He nodded quickly before grabbing a condom from his secret stash that he keeps hidden in the studio. He pumps his length a few times before slipping the condom on. Hoisting your legs around his waist, he grabbed his length again and aligned it with your entrance.
"I'm sorry if you can't walk tomorrow," he said before easing into you. He gave you a few moments to adjust yourself before moving. He started slow when you gave him confirmation to move. Then eventually his pace picked up as time went by. Moans and skin slapping filled the studio. You clinged onto Jisung as he desperately pounded into you; mantra's of his name leaving your mouth like a broken record.
"It's been so long baby," he moaned gripping your hips tightly. "So wet and warm." He moans your name as he felt you clenched around him. "Ah, yes, Y/N," he moans. "Do that again."
Biting your lip, you clenched around him again making him jolt foward. Curses leave his lips as his hands move to grip your arms. "Such a fucking tease," he grunts. His pace grows sloppy as he feels his climax approaching. "I'm gonna cum."
And as much as you love to hear those filthy words come from his mouth, you didn't want him to cum just yet. Grabbing his shoulders, you forced yourself to push him off of you.
"The fuck," he cursed. "Y/N, why'd you-"
"Don't want you to cum yet." You say quickly pushing him on the couch. He moans staring up at you with his beautiful brown eyes. You bent over to spread his legs apart. "Y/N," he whimpers gripping the leather material. You slowly sink to your knees keeping eye contact with him. You removed the wet covered condom from his length, throwing it in the trash bin beside the couch. You admired his features; sweaty skin, ragged breathing, messy hair and wet lips.
You took his length in your hand giving him slow pumps. "Do you like this, baby?" You asked him brushing your lips against his tip. You received moans as an answer, making you smirk. You love knowing that you can make him putty in just seconds. "Use your words."
"Yes, mommy, I love it so much."
You pecked kisses around his head. He continuously whimpers your name. Occasionally rutting his hips fowards to feel your warm mouth.
Without another word, you took him in your mouth. One hand massaged what you couldn't fit into your mouth while the other fondled his balls. He pants, gripping the leather on the couch, and rutting his hips foward to go deeper in your mouth.
"I'm not gonna last long," he grunts petting your head. "Please let me cum."
You hum around his length making his body jerk around. "Ah! Fuck, Y/N," he moans. "Please don't stop."
Your head bops up and down, taking him deeper each time, making you slightly choke. His moans get louder the closer he gets to his climax. Moans of your name and curses are repeatedly spilling from his mouth. You feel his length twitch in your mouth, and just as he was about to release, you pull your head away.
He whines at the loss of contact.
"God-," he chokes, his chest heaving up and down. "Goddammit Y/N."
You chuckle playing with your nipples to perk them up. "What, you can handle a little orgasm denial. Can't you, baby?" You tease scooting up a bit. Pushing your breast together, you drag your breast up and down his length.
"God-Fuck," he moans throwing his head back. "Fuck, you're so sexy mommy."
You smile biting your lip. "Have you ever thought about fucking my tits, baby?" You asked him smirking. He nods his head vigorously. "Yes, mommy."
With you still dragging your breast up and down his length, you duck your head down giving his tip wet kisses. He ruts forward taking deep breaths. "Please let me fuck your perfect tits, mommy."
"I don't know," you teased pulling back. "You've been a brat lately."
"No," he whimpers pulling you back. He continued to whimper. Begging to let him fuck you. For you to kiss him. Anything.
"Please, mommy. Jisungie will be a good boy for you."
You smirked. God, you love making him whimper. "You'll be good?" You asked caressing his cheek to which he melted in to.
Your hand glided down to his chin. You squeezed his cheeks making his lips form into a pout before leaning up and sloppily kissing him. Your lips move in sync. Heads switching from left to right every so often.
"Are you mommy's good boy?"
"Whatever you want me to be."
You loved the sound of that. Taking his length in your hand again, you jacked him off for a bit before taking his length between your breast.
"Yes," he moans thrusting his hips up. "Mommy, yes, yes," he chants.
"Ugh fuck, I love it. I love it!"
You moved your breast around his length. He bites his lip and throws his head back. God, he looks so good like this. All sweaty, needy, and the best part? he's all yours.
"I'm gonna cum," he says. "Please let me cum."
"You wanna cum, baby?" You asked slowing down your movements to which he whimpers.
"Y-yes!" He cries out, thrusting at a inhuman pace now. "Please, please, please!"
You let out a sadistic laugh at his pleads. Picking up your movements once more, you nodded your head telling him to cum.
"Thank you, thank you," he moans out as a mantra, releasing his seed onto your breast. He pulls away after riding his high away. He reaches over for a tissue but you stop him before he can pull one out. Grabbing his cheeks, you lean back and tell him to clean up the mess he made with his tongue.
He complies. Leaning towards your chest area, taking his time licking and sucking his cum off your chest.
"Good boy," you praised him once he was done. You placed a delicate kiss on his lips before standing on your now aching legs. You were reaching for your panties that was lying nearby when he stopped you.
"What does it look like? I'm about to put my clothes back on."
"Oh, baby," he coos. "No, you're not."
You look at him with a confused expression before he unexpectedly turns you around pushes you against his desk.
"It's my turn now, baby," he whispers in your ear. "You're in for a long night, baby."
He slaps your ass and you moan at the impact.
"I hope you're ready. I'm gonna fuck you until we're both fucked out."
He gets on his knees and spreads your cheeks apart, licking your wet slit in the progress.
"Safe word is cheesecake. Scream if it becomes too much."
"And that son is how you were created."
"The fuck," Jisung Jr said.
I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK 8183838393 YEARS BUT HERE IT IS NOW @jisungs-veterinar I HOPE YOU LOVE IT. ππππ PS: sorry if it's crappy.
