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taexoxosgf · 3 months
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THIS DECEMBER
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PAIRING park jisung x fem!reader | ft. friendgroup!nct dream
WORDS 5k
SYNOPSIS Your horny friends try to pull a little prank on you in the days leading up to Christmas. One thing Park Jisung likes to remind them is: he totally doesn’t want any part in it. Except, he totally does.
WARNINGS smut, ANGST, fluff, lots of dialogue, vag fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, vanilla vanilla vanilla, they're in love basically
NOTES I have to admit, this isn’t my best work lolllllll. though this was supposed to be posted on christmas, this can be my new years gift! 2024 here we come babyyy
★ Part of A Dreamy Christmas Collab!
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“Why don’t we all be her secret Santa?” 
“What are you talking about?” Jaemin chuckles, eyes dancing as he seems intrigued by the idea.  But what pervades his mind was nothing like what Donghyuck was about to propose. 
“Think about it…” he trails.  “She used to say, if it’s an SOS, and we need help in that department,” he points to his crotch– “She would help us out.” 
“You’re fucking crazy,” Jisung rolls his eyes when he catches on to Hyuck’s sudden idea.  
“So you’re saying we all get her a present?” Chenle asks.
“Yes… But we all have to give her the same… present,” he walks between each of the men like a devil hovering over their shoulders.   
“Hyuck, just get to the point,” Jeno huffs. 
“Okay, bu–”
“No ‘buts!’ Get to your point,” Renjun groans.  
“The gift we’re giving her can’t be put into a shitty little box.”
“Oh my god, NO!” Mark whines.  
“What’s so wrong with a little fun?” 
“Are you seriously suggesting an… orgy?” 
“No, you idiot,” Hyuck pinches his nose bridge.  “Let’s all give her our present one by one leading up to Christmas… Like an advent calendar,” he shrugs, unable to hide the pride beaming off of him from the simile.  
“So you’re suggesting we all have sex with her in the days leading up to Christmas?  Am I hearing this right?” Jaemin intervenes once more, orbs gleaming with interest. 
“Ding Ding! We have a winner!”
“Jisung’s right. You’ve gone insane,” Renjun fully laughs.
“You know I’m insane, and that’s why we have fun.  But you know what? Let’s make this more interesting… When we tell her after Christmas, the person who she says is her best fuck, get’s her secret Santa present,” Hyuck smirks. “You know she goes all out.” 
“I’m in, but it might be hard for Mark because he’s actually in love with her,” Jaemin turns his body towards his friend who avoids eye contact before offering a retort. 
“Why just me? You guys are all in love with her!” His claim is met with a group of huffs and groans.
“How do you know she’ll even agree to this?” Jeno points out, earning a nod from the others. 
“She doesn’t have to if she doesn’t want to.  If she does, then great! Amazing even! But if she doesn’t, then man, I feel kinda bad because we all got a thing for her.” Hyuck accepts the facts of the predicament. “Hopefully we can laugh about this on New Years.”
“I don’t.  I guess I’m the only one,” the youngest of the group speaks out but it’s not taken seriously by his older friends as a fit of laughter echoes within the small space.  
Hyuck’s the first one to speak– placing a hand on Jisung’s shoulder, “You’re the worst out of all of us.”  
“What are you talking about?”
“You guys always bicker and talk shit but I know all you want to do is rip each other’s clothes off,” Jeno jumps in. “Nice try though.  I almost believed it.”
“I’m not! She’s annoying as hell!”
“So annoying you want to fuck it out of her, right?” Jaemin joins. 
“You guys are jumping me right now, I’m leaving,” Jisung excuses himself earning a look of victory from his friends.
“Wait!  So you agree to it, right? Jisung?!  Hello?”  Chenle and Renjun yell out in unison, but the only reply heard is the slam of a door.  
“You’re serious about this Hyuck?” Mark asks one last time. 
“No, but this is just so those two kids will finally admit they’re down bad for each other.  I think this will be their breaking point.” 
“Damn,” all the other boys yell in unison. 
“I know right? Someone needs to hire me for something!  I don’t know for what, but something!” he crosses his arms to bask in his actions. 
“Yeah, yeah,” Mark laughs at his friend.  “You’re so dumb.” 
“Just wait and see.  He won’t make it to Christmas…”
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Everyone is being… weird. 
On the very first day of December, you and all your friends come together to pick a name out of a jar.  The game of Secret Santa is an annual tradition you love partaking in. But once the weather dropped thirty degrees, all the boys started acting shady.  They were canceling plans with you on purpose, avoiding eye contact when you spoke to any one of them, and just running away the first chance they got.  It was easy to get mad, even call them out for it, but the replies would always be the same– that there was nothing wrong or they were just tired.  
And you’re not going to lie, it was starting to make your skin crawl.  The sudden shift in dynamic between you and the boys has you wondering if you did something wrong. But if they were trying to pull something, then they had another thing coming. It was frustrating, trying to shake it out of them in every way possible, but no one would budge.
December eighth rolls around and you know everyone is free today because you all collectively promised Sunghoon that every year until the day you die, this day will always be open for him.  It’s always an annual trip to the snowy mountains– a secluded cabin and powdery snow that’s fit for snowboarding. Surprisingly, but not so surprisingly, everyone’s busy up until the car ride to the cabin. 
Their persistent avoidance, even for an event like this, just pulls on the strings even harder. 
You’re leaning against the island of the kitchen, glaring into their souls from across the room as the music's bass reverberates throughout the warm cabin; and the bitter liquid in your plastic cup disappears like water down a drain.  
“Why are you standing here all by yourself?” 
You turn to the voice, sporting a grin once you realize who it is. “Hey, birthday boy. Just glaring at the boys.  Don’t know if they notice though,” you squint a little harder, hoping they’ll finally notice. 
Sunghoon’s orbs follow the seven of them scattered around the living room. “They notice alright. I’m sure they’ll come crawling back when they realize you don’t play.” 
“Oh, they know I don’t.  But they’re still gonna try anyway,” you let out a heavy sigh.  “I just wish I knew what they’re up to.  It’s killing me.” 
“Just ask Jisung.” 
“Why Jisung?” The mention of your friend’s name causes the subject of your orbs to shift to him, but he’s already looking your way.  When you make eye contact, he hurriedly glances away, confirming the suspicion that something’s up. 
“I feel like whatever they’re planning, he’s telling them he doesn’t want to do it.” 
“Why is that so detailed? Do you know what they’re up to? Spill right now!”
Sunghoon shakes his head in denial, raising the cup to his lips before responding. “Nah, you guys are always going at it. That’s all. It’s just a hunch.” 
“Fine, maybe I will. But I was gonna do it anyway.” 
You’re already making your way towards Jisung when Sunghoon blurbs out.  “If it doesn’t work, I’m always available.”
“You wish, Park.”  But you stop in your tracks.  “Wait, what?” 
Sunghoon walks off in a hurry, “Nothing! Had to try at least once!” 
Rolling your eyes at the birthday boy, you finally make your way to your destination but all seven of your friends go completely mute once you reach it.  There’s not a sound emitting from them, and it practically forces smoke out of your ears. 
“Okay, what’s going on?”
“What do you mean?” Jeno murmurs.
“You guys have been ignoring me ever since December started! Spill your evil plans right now!” 
“Nothing’s going on,” Chenle adds, but it’s met with a crack of his voice at the final word, and you know one hundred percent they're lying. 
“Haechan! I know you’re the mastermind,” you turn to your friend, but all he does is shrug, eyes still looking everywhere but yours as he nonchalantly sips from his drink. 
“Nothing whatsoever. We’ve just been busy that’s all,” Jisung speaks out, but you chuckle, knowing he’ll eventually give in if you press him hard enough. 
“Of course, you’re a part of this! Sunghoon told me you weren’t, but I doubted him as soon as those words left his mouth!” 
“What is that supposed to mean?” Jisung’s tone changes, as if he’s warning you.
“That little shithead!” Jaemin groans.
“I knew it!” you exclaim.
“What did he tell you?” Renjun interrupts.
“Nothing, just what I said before.”
“Nothing is going on. You don’t believe us?” Jisung is still firm on his decision to make you believe otherwise. With that stupid smirk he’s trying to hide and how his form influences you to shift back. 
“Of course, you’re still on that even though Jaemin just admitted you guys are planning something! You’re the worst!” 
“And you’re a dumbass,” Jisung mumbles once you turn away.
“Look who’s fucking talking,” you don’t realize you’re stepping closer at every syllable exchanged and you don’t know why your friend loves to push your buttons so much.
“You always say I’m the worst and then you come right back.  I don’t think you hate me as much as you say you do,” Jisung’s eyes glimmer with a playfulness to them, closing the space between the two of you as the bickering reaches its climax.  But his words only fuel your rage.
At this point, you can only see red.  
All you do with Jisung is bicker or fight about stupid shit. Your friendship with the other boys is the glue that holds you and Jisung together.  No one could guess that you met all the boys through him. You both had been friends with benefits long ago— practically another lifetime. But you’d jump off a cliff before admitting that the shards of glass remain. And that it still cuts. 
It’s impossible to act like everything is fine and you both can get along.  So instead, you fight and fight until no more words can be said.  
“Ooooo,” you hear Jeno say, reminding you you’re still in a place full of swarming bodies. 
“What about you? You either hate me or you love me. It can’t be both,” you mutter, condemning yourself as you catch a glimpse of his lips hovering above yours.  You're both staring one another down, and you notice the same vein on the side of his temple, and his jaw clenches with each phrase that escapes your lips. 
“Watch it,” Jisung seethes.
“What? If you wanna play this game, let’s pla—“
“Okay! Enough of this,” Hyuck groans before dragging the both of you by the wrist and out of the main room.
“What are you doing Hyuck?” you urgently inquire, but he doesn’t reply.  He only hurriedly rushes along, throwing you both into a bedroom you don’t recognize.  And as you rush to escape the enclosed space, your friend shuts the door in front of your face– leaving you with your hands practically clawing at the door.  
“Lee Donghyuck! Open the fucking door right now!” you yell out, unable to comprehend how your friend could think this was a solution.  “Open the door before I beat your ass!” 
“He’s not going to open the door,” Jisung reminds you of his presence amidst the chaos.  “Not until the morning.”  
“What?! No. No. No. This is not happening right now.”  
“Let’s just sleep.  So when we wake up, we can just get outta here.”  
You scan the room, realizing there’s nothing for you to rest on except the bed in the center– the one Jisung is currently sitting on.  “You think I can fall asleep with everything that’s going on?  And I don’t even know what’s going on,” you’re shifting awkwardly, habitually rocking yourself on the heel of your feet following the eye of the storm.  
“Just sleep.  It’ll be over soon,” Jisung already makes himself comfy, placing his legs under the covers and rearranging the pillow to his liking.  He’s too calm.  Way too calm for what just occurred. 
“Where am I supposed to sleep?” 
“I don’t know, figure it out,” he mumbles, lids already fluttering shut.  You hate how you admire how long his eyelashes are.  
His eagerness to ignore the dilemma influences you to the bed to pry his lids open.  As Jisung opens his eyes willingly, you finally take notice of how close you both are.  His eyes widen at the proximity and he shifts back to the edge of the bed in surprise. You’re caught off guard because there seems to be something lingering in the air between the two of you.  And you brush it off because you know it’s annoyance. 
“Just sleep,” he softly lets out before returning to his original position.  “Next to me.” 
His softness in these last words has you admitting some defeat– realizing fighting won’t solve anything.  “Fine.”  
There are still zero answers that will satisfy your scrambled mind.  
And you’re trapped in a room with someone you can’t stand for more than five minutes.
It’ll be over soon.  Right? 
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You’re fucking drenched. 
As the daze of sleep washes over, you notice the stickiness between your thighs. And not the good kind. 
It felt as if you just entered the fiery pits of hell. 
“What the fuck?” you whine. The air was so humid, you were practically suffocating.  And as you turn to the side, you see an irritated Jisung.  If you thought you looked gross, Jisung didn’t have a dry spot on his clothing.   
You try your hardest not to stare at the clothing sticking to his abs.  This is not the time.
“Don’t,” he warns, thinking you’re about to poke fun at him.
You chuckle at the sight of his discomfort, offering a half-assed apology.  “Sorry.”  
“Lee Donghyuck! Turn off the fucking heater!” he yells out, but there’s no answer.  
“Fuck.  We’re going to die.” 
“I’m not dying here with you.  That’s not how I’m going out.”  
“Is that so bad?  Chill the fuck out,” you roll your eyes. 
“Yes it is! I’m gonna kick the door down and beat Donghyuck’s ass.”
You don’t know if it’s the unbearable heat, or the constant fucking attitude from Jisung all night.  Maybe it was the pent-up frustration from all the other times you both didn’t get along.  But you’ve decided enough is enough. 
“What’s your fucking problem?” 
“What are you talking about?” 
“You’re always so fucking mad at me.  I do nothing and you’re mad.  I breathe and you’re mad.  It pisses me off!  At this point, I should be the one giving you the attitude you give me!”  
“And you know what?  I always cared what you thought.  But not anymore. I’m done caring so pretend I don’t even exist,” your heart is beating out of your chest as the words spill out like vomit.  
“That’s no–” Jisung’s unable to finish his sentence when suddenly his orbs follow your fingertips gripping the hem of your top to bring over your head– leaving you in a bra.  “Wha-”
“It’s hot as shit and I’m not going to suffer.  Do what you want,” you huff, continuing with the removal of your jeans. You notice Jisung's stare lingering on your contours as you eventually pull them off, and it appears as if a million different things are running through his mind when he suddenly glances away and shakes his head.  
You’re not going to lie, it’s amusing seeing Jisung’s usual persona falter. Your boldness and the situation it creates masks the uncomfortable predicament the two of you are in.  “It’s not like you haven’t seen me like this before.”  
“What did you mean by ‘you used to care about what I thought?’” He swallows nervously.
His words have you stopping in your tracks, not realizing your words were true candor. “Nothing, I was just saying nonsense,” is all you can render as you make your way to the bed, but Jisung beats you to it, grabbing your wrist to prevent you from escaping.  
“Tell me. Please.  I know it wasn’t nonsense,” his voice is like syrup, the usual bite to it completely gone.  
You turn to face him, though you regret it the moment you notice how his eyes match his voice. “Well, I cared what you thought because of what we did before we all became friends.  And us… Or whatever we are.  I don’t know what we are now but I cared about you and what you thought about me.”
“Cared?”
“I still do…”  
“Then why do we fight?” 
“I don’t know.  I guess you hate me so I just returned that energy.” 
“I don’t hate you,” he sounds hurt, the similar bite of his voice attempting to escape.  “You annoy the hell out of me, but I could never hate you.”
“Oh…” 
“You really act like you hate me though,” Jisung offers a small smile.  
“I don’t hate you. You’re annoying as hell. And I just don’t know what to do with everything lingering in the air when I’m around you,” you bite your lip at the confession, realizing it wasn’t a very good one. And you see him watch you do so. 
“You mean the tension?” 
“Yeah… The tension… The tension causes us to fight. Right?” The air becomes more suffocating than it already is. Maybe it’s the heat, maybe it’s Jisung so close to you, or how you’re basically naked in front of him.  
“What else would we do?” his eyes are still trained on your lips.  
“I don’t know,” you murmur not above a whisper. “You tell me.”
“Let me try something,” he takes a step forward, shortening the small space between the two of you. “Promise you won’t get mad.” 
“No promises,” you urge, because you’re unsure of what Jisung planned to do after the indirect confessions made in the room today.  One things for sure. This territory hadn’t been visited in ages and it scares the shit out of you.  
“What are you go–” You’re cut off the lips that make its way onto yours. 
When you see Jisung dipping his head down to capture your lips onto his, you're taken aback.  However, the minute he makes contact, your legs almost buckle.  It's a familiar sensation, and you melt into him as he tests the waters with increasing devotion.  
When you reciprocate the kiss, it gets feverish, and your trembling lips work together haphazardly, interwoven with airy sighs.  His arms reach for your waist, pulling you into him harder than ever before.  He knows your body like no one else, and it drives parts of your brain haywire.  It feels like only yesterday that you both would rendezvous.
He groans into your mouth and squeezes your ass as you tug on his hair the way he likes it.  It makes you whimper since the combination of the sloppy kiss and the rush of pleasure is far too satisfying. 
 It feels good.  Way too good.  
That's why when Jisung pulls away, you chase his lips and he emits a small chuckle at the action. “Tell me you missed me.  Tell me you don’t hate me and never did,” his shoulders rise and fall at a rapid pace as he catches his breath. 
“I don’t,” you look up at him, and you want nothing more to kiss him again.  It feels like all the frustration aimed at him was sexual.  It’s honestly his fault for always looking so tempting while offering some smartass retort.  “I never did.” 
"God, I missed you," he smashes his lips against yours again, this time much more aggressive, and the back of your knees reach the edge of the bed, briefly disconnecting your lips.  You laugh, and he smirks before diving back into you as soon as your back comes into contact the mattress.  
Something possesses him at that moment, makes his hands glide up the back of your thighs, to kiss down your neck, sucking and biting to leave small bites that he later licks over to soothe the sting.  “Know how much you love to be marked.” 
“And I know how much you love me choking on your dick,” you giggle, licking a long stripe along his neck up to his jaw.  
“You’re dangerous,” Jisung hooks your thong aside, unsurprised when he notices the sticky arousal coating his fingers.  “Fuck, I forgot how wet you get.” 
“It’s from the heat.”  Your words contradict themselves as noises of pleasure leave your lips when he runs his fingers along your folds.  Jisung, on the other hand, knows the meaning behind your words like no other.  “All this stickiness is from the heat? I don’t think so baby,” he offers some stimulation to your clit and your back arches once he comes in contact with your bud.  
You shake your head and he dips his head down onto your neck offering a small kiss against the side of your neck.  God, he looks so hot, with the sweat dripping down the side of his temple and his puffy lips from kissing.  
The lewd sounds from his fingers running along your folds sends you into a frenzy.  You’re attempting to gain more friction, bucking your hips to feel more.  You’re so needy for his touch.   You've been longing for this touch.  "I'll be nice, baby," he says, inserting one finger inside your hole, your walls engulfing him up to the knuckle.  Jisung experiments with twisting and curling his fingers, enjoying the way you gasp and pulse around his fingertips. 
The wet glide is so satisfying and you moan, basically fucking yourself onto his fingers. “Sung–” is all you can choke out as he begins thrusting with a rhythm you both can’t forget.  “Wai–”
But Jisung can’t withhold any longer, not with you looking so pretty underneath him.  Not with the sounds that he remembers all too well.  His cock practically throbs at these thoughts, begging to be free from its confines when you’re already a mess.  He’s pressing against your clit along with the constant thrust of his fingers.  “Shit, Sung!” you wail, already foreseeing your high from the short time.  
Your nails dig into his forearm, body twitching from the overwhelming pleasure only he can give you.  “Oh, fuck,” the words are combined with a moan as your orgasm takes you by surprise, coating his fingers in a creamy pearl substance.  It drips down your folds as he pulls away, and the wash of the aftermath runs from your toes to the crown of your head.  It’s blissful, but your hunger for him doesn’t stay satiated.  “Good girl,” he says as he revels in your figure. 
“I need you,” you pant.  “Now.”  
“Whatever you say, Mom,” he jokes as he pulls his shirt over his head before discarding the rest of his clothing.  
“Ewww. Never say that again,” you say, earning a laugh from Jisung.  
“Like words ever stopped me before pretty girl.”
He's tugging the side of your panties, dragging them down the side of your legs while practically gaping. He continues with your bra and he gazes, unable to believe everything taking place currently.  You're like a dream, sprawled out beneath him. The pretty girl he could never get close to after being so close with.  
“Ready?” he asks after he shakes himself out of the trance you have him in.  
“Mhm,” you nod.  
He pushes inside, sighing into your ear at the creaminess of your cunt.  Your arms are wrapped around his neck as he bottoms out, fingers burrowing further into his scalp.  Jisung, rather than staying against your neck, takes advantage of the chance to peer at you.  When his nose brushes up against yours, all he sees are your lips caught between your teeth.  
At the feeling of his big cock inside of you, you clench around him.  He groans against your mouth, habitually bucking his hips forward.  “Fuck,” you moan out, back arching at the feel of his cock dragging against your walls. Your brain is already a mess and it has been since the moment he kissed you.  But Jisung loves how you’re a mess around him.  He takes pride in how he makes you feel, and that turns him on beyond belief. 
“Move Sungie, please,”  you plead and Jisung groans at the nickname you know he loves so much.  It’s enough for him to grab your wrists to pin them above your head before he begins moving.  
“Sung,” you call out again when he begins to move.  His calculated movements have you squirming beneath him, but you’re still perfectly fit against him and it’s as if you both never stopped this routine.  
“You’re mine.  I’m not letting anyone touch you,” he coos, and you’re quick to agree.  “Yours.” 
The constant rhythm he keeps has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, and you're shivering when he picks up the pace--giving him a look that seems to make Jisung's cock practically explode.  He snaps his hips forward, so close to the edge that you shudder at the perspective. 
He's fucking you so well that your eyesight is fuzzy, and the brush of his dick against the spot that drives you insane only adds to the sensation. "I-I'm so close," you warn, your irregular breathing hitting his face.  
“Wait S-sung-g no.” Just as you’re about to hit your peak, Jisung flips you over so that you’re sitting on his thighs.  Though you’re disappointed in the delay of your orgasm, the angle has his cock pushing deeper than before, tip nudging against your velvety walls harshly.  “Fuck, I can’t,” you beg as your back arches at the smallest movements.  
As fast as words leave his throat, Jisung dips down to suck on your nipple, occasionally leaving purple blossoms.  “Wait I’ll–” 
“You’ll what?” he says, chuckling when he sees you instinctively grinding forward against his member. “Cream my cock?” He watches your fucked out expressions, loving how your eyes are lined with tears.  
“I’m planning on it, “ he smirks before thrusting up into you.  
“J-jisung!” you’re a sobbing mess above him as his harsh thrusts sends pure pleasure up your spine.  His name falls off your lips like a mantra, and the gibberish he can’t make out only urges him to move furiously into you.  Though your brain is a puddle of mush, the band in your lower abdomen is about to snap, so you grind your hips against him with newly found fervor, stimulating your clit in the best way possible. 
Jisung watches you above him as his fingers dig into your waist.  You’re so beautiful, he thinks.  Everything about you, every part of your mind and body he worships, and he swears he’s not going to let go of you this time. 
“S-sung,” you moan again and again, and Jisung continues to abuse your boob, kissing up your throat as you inch closer to your high. “So perfect.” 
You let out a high-pitched moan at a specific thrust, and your thighs tremble against his.  "I got you," he says as he places a gentle kiss on your lips.  And after a few thrusts, you're collapsing against him, again repeating his name.  You're just a lick away from teetering off the edge.  
“I want it so bad,” you blabber against his neck.  “S-so close.  Don’t stop.” 
“Give it to me,” he dips underneath to circle your bundle of nerves with the perfect pressure and you come undone, high-pitched moans and whimpers against his ear.  
 The mix of cum and the slick from prior allows the glide to be that much easier for Jisung to glide against as he tips over the edge as well.  You’re still pulsing and gripping his cock like a vice and it’s a done deal for Jisung.  “Inside?” 
“Inside me,” you kiss the side of his neck.  He feels euphoric as your noises against his ear urges him on and his arms hold you tightly.  And after a few more thrusts and desperate hips, his cum shoots inside you.  “Fuck.” 
It's so much energy that when the sensation of your high washes over you, you collapse against Jisung, who also collapses against the mattress. 
“You’re sticky,” you look at his face and admire how good the afterglow of sex looks on him.  
 Jisung massages little circles across the small of your back in comforting stillness.  
“I’m going to murder Hyuck,” he realizes how much the humidity encases the room. 
“Maybe not too brutal, because his plan to lock us in here so we can finally make up worked,” you notify him and his eyes light up.
“I think everyone’s asleep.  How about we torture them some more?” he smirks at you.  
“I say Hyuck isn’t going to get a wink of sleep tonight,” you mischievously grin and it’s enough for Jisung to dive down and continue drowning in your lips. 
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DECEMBER 31  11:59 PM
“Damn, I can’t believe my plan worked! You guys are attached to the fucking hip,” Hyuck comes over to you and Jisung hand-in-hand.  
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“Your plan worked for once dumbass,” Jeno butts in abruptly, almost spilling the alcohol in his cup. 
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“We have no more arguing but I don’t know if it’s worth it,” Jaemin points.  
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“You guys are like rabbits!” Mark yells out.
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“Gross! Not the fucking time! I need to find someone to kiss,” Renjun groans. 
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“Yeah but everything Hyuck does to end our suffering, it just reappears as something else!” Chenle laughs, earning a middle-finger from the subject of his words. 
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“Guess you were right.  We can laugh about this on New Year's,” Jeno turns to Hyuck.  
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“Happy new year motherfuckers,” Chenle says before clinking all the cups together.  
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You turn to Jisung as the clock counts down, his arm around your waist. “Happy New Year, boyfriend.” 
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“Happy New Year, Girlfriend,” he smiles the hardest you’ve seen him in a while.  
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“Happy fucking new year,” he says before smashing his lips onto yours. 
Happy fucking new year indeed. 
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ihaechans · 7 months
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Teach Me || P.JS
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PAIRING ▸ Jisung x fem!reader
GENRES ▸ established relationship, smut, fluff
WARNINGS/CONTENT ▸ profanity, masturbation (m), lovey-dovey jisung, praise kink, petnames, unprotected sex (don't), cream pie, Jisung properly fucking reader for the first time but none are virgins, dom~ish jisung, fingering (f), oral (f), cum eating, overstimulation / multiple orgasms, reader gives jisung instructions on how to fuck her and for some reason- it turns jisung on even more (he's a strange fellow)
SUMMARY ▸ It's been about ten months since you and Jisung started dating, and not once has he fucked you properly. Yes, he's fucked you multiple times, but you're always on top riding him, or simply using him as you please, leaving him no room to fuck you how he wants to. Finally, he musters the courage to talk to you about it, and the outcome makes him wish he'd done it sooner.
WORD COUNT▸ 2k
A/N: This is part of the "Crush on You" & "7 Days" Jisung "series". Any of the stories can be read separately, but for more context, you should read the first two "parts" to better understand the reader and Jisung's dynamic. Make sure to like or reblog if you love it! My requests are open so don't be shy!
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There's a fine line between fucking and fucking.
Jisung always got to fuck you, but never got to fuck you.
Since the beginning of your relationship, there has been a clear dynamic between the two of you. Jisung was bottom, and you were top. That's how things are, how they have been for the past ten months.
Sometimes Jisung wonders how it would be if things were different, imagining his hips fucking into your wet pussy, eyes teary as he watches you fall apart on his cock. Mouth sucking in his length until it couldn't go any farther, abusing your throat as he used you for his own pleasure.
God, it made him rock hard just thinking about it.
"Fuck," he whimpers, hand shifting lightly over his hard cock as he settles down on the bed, kicking his shoes off in a hurry. He wants you below him, mouth agape, brows furrowed, uncontrollable moans slipping past your lips as fucks into you deep.
He shouldn't do this knowing you're just a room over typing away on your computer, probably on an important work meeting or something like that, but he couldn't help it. He felt like an incaged animal, struggling to break free.
The only thing that could satisfy him was getting what he wanted.
Jisung teases the head of his cock, biting back a whimper at the sensitive feeling. His breathing is heavy as he grips his cock, hips automatically pistoning up to fuck into his fist, imagining how much better it would feel if he was fucking into you.
He imagines your sweet cries and moans, dick twitching as he thinks about you. Nobody has ever gotten him so worked up, it's almost as if you've casted a spell on him.
Jisung lets out a husky moan, fucking up into his fist frantically as he nears his climax. "Fuck," he moans, hips stilling as he releases into his hand, his free hand covering his mouth as he tries to hold back a loud whine.
Pathetic. He thinks to himself, completely ashamed he didn’t have the courage to tell you how he felt.
“Jisung baby, you in here?” A light knock emits from the wooden door and Jisung freezes like a deer in headlights, jumping across the room towards the bathroom as you slowly creak open the bedroom door.
Jisung sighs as he safety makes it to the bathroom, able to shut the door behind him softly before you notice. This was all so stupid.
He was stupid.
Turning on the sink, Jisung washes his cum off of his hand, shaking his head pitifully with a sigh as he does so.
The sudden opening of the bathroom door makes him jump with horror, wet hand covering his heart as he slumps over the sink, relived that it was only you.
“Baby im done with work,” you smile, opening your arms wide, in indication that you wanted to cuddle with your boyfriend.
He can’t help but smile back, a slight blush forming on his cheeks as he gives in to your warm embrace, head resting in the crook of your neck.
“Can we lay down?” Jisung speaks up for the first time today, following you as you flop down onto your shared bed without a word, waiting for Jisung to follow.
You looked so pretty laying there, eyes staring up at him innocently.
Stop being a pervert, he thinks to himself, flopping down beside you before wrapping his arms around your body
A hand runs through his hair as he breathes softly against your skin, the silence nearly deafening between the two of you.
“Jisung,” finally, you break the silence, “I know you were jerking off in here a couple minutes ago.”
You speak as if it’s not the most embarrassing thing in the world. Jisung’s eyes grow wide, mouth parting to speak but unable to as his face goes red. “How… how’d you…”
Shushing him with a finger, you cut him off. “Well you're pretty loud," you giggle, "Jisung what were you thinking about when you were jerking off? Me?” You straddle him in an instant, his hands grasping your hips with a whine.
Were you really going to make him admit to it? This was the most embarrassing moment of Jisung’s life.
Pushing your hips forward, Jisung moans out as you grind against him, “Answer me Jisung. Tell me what you were thinking about.”
“I-It was you…” Pink cheeks nearly go red as he admits it out loud, not able to look at you as he speaks.
You giggle, slightly shifting your hips against him again, “Naughty baby,” Jisung hums in agreement, nearly slipping into sub space before he even realizes it. “Now tell me what exactly was going on inside that head of yours.”
At this, he snaps out of his daze, eyes that once avoided you now looking straight back into yours. “Can I…” just say it Jisung, he thinks to himself, taking a deep breath before spluttering out a barely audible “Can I show you?”
He prays you don’t ask him to repeat himself, eyes closing in shame.
“Alright. Show me then.”
Not a thought goes through your mind as Jisung quickly flips the two of you over, his slender body now hovering over you. You admit, seeing Jisung on top of you was hot as fuck.
“I’m gonna show you now… is that okay?”
Even in times like this, Jisung still managed to be a complete cutie. “Of course baby, go ahead.”
Carefully, he kisses along your collarbones, hands pushing up the hem of your shirt up to your chest, exposing your bra.
“Take this off for me,” he mumbles, clearly talking about your bra. Already, Jisung was showing a different side of himself. He never asked you to take off your own clothes, doing it for you without you even having to ask.
He stops, head snapping up from where he was marking your collarbones to stare into your eyes. “I said to take it off, didn’t I?” His gaze is lustful and dark, an unreadable expression etched onto his face.
He never talks to you like this.
Raising an eyebrow, you sit up slightly, unclasping your bra as your breasts fall free in from of your boyfriend, his mouth immediately latching onto one of your nipples.
A surprised moan leaves your lips as he swirls his tongue around your sensitive bud, one of his hands dipping into the waistband of your shorts, rubbing along your panties.
“Shit,” you breathe out, gasping when he plays with your clit through the fabric. “Jisung…”
“Shhh… don’t talk. Good girls stay quiet.” His pupils were incredibly blown, cock rock hard in between his legs once again as he imagines the things that are about to take place.
He can tell you’re surprised, body still not fully comfortable with the idea of being a bottom. “Relax, I’ll treat you like a princess.”
He never calls you princess.
Your mouth opens to speak, but immediately shuts as one of his slender fingers forces it’s way inside of you, an embarrassing mix of a squeal and a moan slipping out. Jisung chuckles against your chest as you moan for him, inserting a second finger into the mix.
What’s gotten into him?
“I’m tired of holding back… I’ve wanted you like this for so long,” he admits, fucking his fingers into you faster as he stares directly into your half lidded eyes. “God the thought of having you like this turns me on so much, I couldn’t hold back any longer…” he rambles, seeming to get off on the sound of your moans.
“I’m close, please keep going,” Jisung pries your thighs open with his free hand as they start to tremble due to your impending orgasm.
Finally, your eyes shut tight with pleasure, brows furrowing as you tuck your lip between your teeth. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop-“ you repeat the words like a mantra until you hit your climax, back arching off the bed and legs threatening to close around your boyfriends hand.
“So good for me, I love seeing you under me like this.” Without giving you time to breathe, Jisung is quickly moving away from your breasts and down to your now sensitive pussy, quickly rolling your shorts off of your body to kitten lick your entrance, burying his face in your cunt as he slurps up all your cum.
Uncontrollable sounds spill from your mouth, motivating Jisung to continue his ministrations, only stopping when you harshly push his head away, a tired moan making its way out of you.
“Can I fuck you now? Please?” Doe eyes stare at you from in between your legs, your boyfriends hair slightly ruffled and out of place.
How could you ever say no?
A quick yes is all he needs to hear before disregarding his shirt and pants, including his boxers. Jisung is completely naked in front of you, he does a once over of your naked body below him, brain now realizing he’s never actually fucked you for real before.
It’s almost as if you can read his mind, your boyfriend slightly relaxing as you lace your fingers with his, holding his hand to comfort him.
“Don’t think too much baby, just put it in and I’ll help you from there.” Your voice is music to his ears, instantly sweeping away all his concerns. Following your instructions, he slowly pushes himself inside of you, groaning in unison with you.
“So good already,” you moan out, “Now just move your hips, I know you can do it.” You egg him on, Jisung’s jaw almost going slack as you fully take him in. He would never get used to how warm and wet you were, a low moan filling the air as he pulls back only to thrust back in, his moans picking up in frequency as he went on.
The pace was deep and slow, his cock hitting just the right place inside of you to make you go crazy. “Faster, faster right there-“ the sound of you urging him is what kept him motivated to make you cum.
He knew he wasn’t the best, but as long as he could make you cum on his cock, he would be happy tonight.
Jisung’s hips pick up pace, the sounds of skin slapping against each other now flowing through the air. You felt euphoric wrapped around him, Jisung nearly cumming just from a few quick thrusts.
The two of you moan in unison, the sounds only getting louder as you both near your orgasm. “You’re fucking me so good, just like that, right there-“ your sentence ends with a yelp as Jisung fucks you even harder, dick hitting your gspot over and over with each thrust.
“I’m gonna cum,” Jisung’s husky moans ring out as he releases inside of you, moans growing louder as you release with him, your pussy clenching around him impossibly tight.
Finally, he stills his hips, fast pants making his chest heave up and down as he collapses against you, face buried in your chest.
“Jisung… baby,” you breathe out, running your fingers through your boyfriends hair softly. “You did so good for your first time fucking me like that.”
He smiles against your chest, humming to acknowledge your statement. Sleep was already taking over his body, eyes struggling to stay open as you comb your fingers through his hair.
“Ji… pull out we need to get cleaned up.”
“Don’ wanna,” he groans, wrapping his arms around you to trap you in. “Hold me.”
“You’re so gross,” you smile, earning a small chuckle from the half-asleep man on top of you.
“Shhh no more talking,”
That’s the last thing you hear before falling asleep in his arms, your boyfriend whispering a sweet “I love you” before letting sleep take over his body as well.
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luviestarz · 5 days
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park jisung fic recs!
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✰ drunk jisung is clingy… and kiss-driven - @asteroidsung (you didn’t take bestfriend!jisung to be an affectionate drunk, thinking he would be the type to be sleepy and quiet. clearly, you’re mistaken. and oh how good it feels to be wrong.)
✰ Heart Band-Aids - @tynct (you and jisung separate from the others at an amusement, and he buys you heart band-aids)
✰ HAUNT ME, BABY! — PJS - @ukiyoexo (when you see a ghost, you’re supposed to be scared right? yeah, that’s what jisung thought too until he met you. a night spent in boredom leads you to lighting random candles and attempting to summon a ghost. you never expected it to work — or for the spirit to be so cute.)
✰ 8 letters | park jisung - @xiaodejunletsact (4 years ago, you and jisung’s long term friendship came to an abrupt end. now in senior year, the two of you find yourselves being forced together again by your mothers. suddenly, jisung begins to ask himself what is more important: his reputation or you.)
✰ sweeter than honey. - @luvdsc (you and jisung are too busy being the biggest simps for each other that neither one realizes that, well, both of you are the biggest simps for each other. or alternatively, diamonds (and park jisung) are a girl’s best friend.)
✰ fwb!park jisung x reader - @jenosbigtoe (fwb!jisung but he desperately wants to make you his so he goes the extra mile to show u how much he really wants you)
✰ perv!jisung x reader, braces - @neocentral
✰ Too Young - @loudstan (You thought avoiding Jisung after what happened during his first rut would make the problem go away (SPOILER ALERT: it didn't.)
✰ at midnight with you - @hyuckbeam (your boyfriend just recently got his driver's license, and boy, was he adamant to take you for a ride (with you being just as eager as him).
✰ DO IT AGAIN - @taexoxosgf (your brother’s best friend can never get you alone. that’s why he won’t miss an opportunity— even if your brother’s on the other side of the walls.)
✰ dance practice ; 박지성 - @martiniblues (with you and jisung’s time running thin due to his schedules, you decide to go visit him at practice. when the two of you finally have some time alone, jisung thinks this is the perfect time to mess with you.)
✰ texts w/ bf!jisung! - @haespoir
✰ flirty bf texts. - @ohmygs-blog
✰ FULL MOON — PARK JISUNG - @moonjella (your boyfriend, jisung has his rut and has been avoiding you all day. for the first time his rut has aligned with a full moon making it much more powerful than usual. he's afraid of hurting you, but you show him just how strong you can be and how much of him you can take.)
✰ SCORE THAT GOAL! — smau - @lqfiles (after your college had announced that all the students were required to join a club and attend it twice a week, you were planning on either a) dropping out, or b) join the art club and pretend to be sick most of the times. that was before you discovered that park jisung is a long time member of the football team. change in plans: you LOVE football.)
✰ Teach Me || P.JS - @ihaechans (It's been about ten months since you and Jisung started dating, and not once has he fucked you properly. Yes, he's fucked you multiple times, but you're always on top riding him, or simply using him as you please, leaving him no room to fuck you how he wants to. Finally, he musters the courage to talk to you about it, and the outcome makes him wish he'd done it sooner.)
✰ jealousy | pjs - @heyjwi (your boyfriend loved watching you perform but today something was different. that angered expression and glaring eyes, what’s wrong with him?)
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fadedncity · 6 months
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mask off
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wc: 2.5k
pairing: jisung x fem!reader
cw: smut, bf!jisung, non idol au, mentions of other idols, semi public sex, knife play, role play, fingering, choking, manhandling, praise and degradation kink, pet names, teasing, unprotected sex, mentions of alcohol consumption and use of marijuana, horror movie references
a/n: not really relevant but thought i’d clarify reader is dressed as tiffany valentine from bride of chucky.
You checked your phone for what seems like the fifth time in the last ten minutes. Nervously gnawing on your bottom lip, you rechecked your call log to make sure you didn't miss one from him.
You sigh, locking your phone, and look over the balcony. Scanning the crowd below you, taking over Ningning's backyard, you search for Jisung. But you knew it would be no use between there being too many people and you not knowing what he was dressed as.
It wasn't until your eyes stopped on one person.
The Ghostface mask had initially caught your attention and caused you to do a double take, as it's surprisingly the first and only you've seen tonight. But you also realize they're looking back at you. With everyone else too intoxicated to notice you even up on the balcony, they were the only one looking up at you.
The masked individual doesn't do or say anything, remaining still as the party carries on around them. You straighten up when a bit of paranoia creeps up your spine.
Just as you start retrieving back into the house, you jump at the sound of a knock on the balcony door and snap your head in its direction.
"Hey," Yunjin slides the door shut behind her, joining you outside, "you okay?" she asks.
You peer back over the balcony and no longer see this Ghostface anywhere outside.
"Yeah, I'm fine," you tell her, also telling yourself it was nothing, "Have you seen Jisung? He was supposed to be here a while ago but I haven't heard from him and his phone's probably on do not disturb again."
"No, but Alyssa said she just saw Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger, and Ghostface pull up, pretty sure it was Chenle, Jisung, and Yangyang. So he's probably just around here somewhere."
"Alright," you say, heading back inside.
"We're about to smoke if you wanna join us, by the way."
"Let me head to the bathroom first."
"You need me to come with?" Yunjin asks.
"Nah, I won't be long. Just make sure Hyuck doesn't leave me with just the roach," you say.
. . .
You were humming along to the melody of the song you could hear playing outside of the bathroom as you reapplied your lipstick.
Your phone buzzed on the countertop with a text from Yunjin telling you to hurry up before you miss the cyph. You take one last look in the mirror, making sure your hair remains intact in its updo before collecting yourself and heading out.
Since you were looking down at your phone as you exited the bathroom, you didn't realize someone was standing in the corridor. 
When you do finally notice them, you almost jump out of your skin, having been unaware of your surroundings. 
"Holy fuck," you hold your hand over your rapidly beating heart. 
With the poor lighting, you can barely make out the face of the robed figure until they take a step closer, and you see the Ghostface mask.
"Jisung?" you call out to him, "First you can't text me back, then you go and scare me half to death?" you laugh.
He still didn't say anything, just silently standing there, the soulless black eyes of the mask staring back at you. His gloved hands reach into the pockets of his jeans, revealing the knife.
You were almost positive that it was Jisung, for sure, once you saw the familiar blade. 
Again, you laugh, "We're really doing this? 'Please, Mr. Ghostface, don't kill me. I wanna be in the sequel.'" you joke.
He remained quiet, your recital of Tatum's last words in the movie, seemingly falling on deaf ears.
"Is everything okay?" you ask.
Still no response. He tilted his head and took a step forward.
"Alright, babe, you're starting to scare me," you say, backing away from him while clutching your phone.
He was backing you back toward the bathroom, and you were running out of room to go.
"Jisung, seriously, you're freaking me the fuck out," you say once your back hits the door. The space between you gets smaller and smaller, with you nowhere left to go.
Is it even really Jisung? 
You're breathing so heavily, that every time you inhale, your chest hits his as his face inches closer to yours.
"Boo!"
Your anxiety dissipates once you hear the switchblade click shut, and Jisung drops his hood, pulling the mask from over his head. He's laughing, so you punch him in the shoulder.
"Ow!" Jisung rubs his arm.
"Fuck you! That wasn't funny," you say.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry." Jisung holds your waist, "but it was almost too perfect of a chance I had to take." he says, and you cross your arms over your chest. "Come on, if I really was some serial killer you think I'd do it in a house full of witnesses."
"Have you learned nothing from the movies?" you furrow your brows.
"All I'm saying is if I really was Ghostface…" he takes out the voice modulator, holding it up to his mouth, "I'd give you a better death than just bleeding out in some dark hallway."
Heat pooled in your lower stomach, and your breathing became shallow. You're embarrassed to admit how much hearing Jisung's voice through the modifier turned you on. 
"How thoughtful," your lashes flutter, "But I'm pretty sure I'd be able to take you as Ghostface."
"You weren't putting up much of a fight five seconds ago."
"Who said anything about taking you in a fight?"
"Oh?" he raises a brow, "Is that so?"
Jisung opens the bathroom door behind you, pushing you inside the confined space. Once he locks the door shut, he connects his lips to yours. He lifts you by your waist, settling you on the countertop, and you wrap your legs around his hips.
You roughly fist Jisung's hair, the kiss quickly becoming heated. His hands are all over you, sending goosebumps all over your skin. Jisung's tongue slips into your mouth, tasting the lingering bitterness of smoke from your last hit a while ago, mixing with the drink he had before finding you still on his lips.
One of his hands find their way between your legs, swiping his fingers over your clothed pussy. You shutter, attempting to close your legs around his hand to keep him there. Even through his gloves, he can tell you're already soaked through your panties and smirks at you.
"What's got you this wet, Ms. Valentine?"
"You, Ji," you answer. 
"All me for me huh?" he asks, and your brows furrow in confusion, "You sure it wasn't Ghostface who's got you this wet?"
Oh, shit. 
"I uh-"
"After making me watch all six movies on only our second date, I didn't really think much of it," he says, and you sheepishly laugh, "But it all started to make sense when I overheard you on the phone with Chaeryeong the other day…" Jisung trails off, hoping you'd catch on.
And you do, gasping with wide eyes, "Oh my god, no you didn't."
"I kinda did."
You groan, covering your face, "I didn't say anything because I didn't want you to think I was weird."
"Hate to break it to you, but I already thought that," he says lightheartedly.
"Jisung," you whine out of embarrassment.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, baby. I just don't know why you didn't say anything to me before," he softly pouts.
"And how exactly did you want me to go about that? 'Hey, babe, how was your day? By the way, I have this twisted fantasy of being railed by Ghostface. Wanna grab dinner?'" you question.
"Obviously not like that," Jisung scoffs, "I'm just saying, as your boyfriend, I'm more than happy to turn this twisted fantasy into a reality for you," he smiles at you, "Do you trust me?"
"With my life," you nod.
"Then would you allow me the honor?"
"The honor's all yours."
You snake your arms around Jisung's neck as he crashes his lips into yours. He brings his lips to your neck, suckling the skin between his teeth, leaving small bruises along your throat.
"You know this is almost always exactly how it goes in horror movies," you comment and you tip your head back, giving him more access.
"Oh my god," Jisung rolls his eyes, "Look if you don't wanna-" Jisung jokingly reaches for the doorknob.
"No, no," you keep your legs locked around him, "If I'm to die tonight, right here with you is where I'd wanna be," you kiss him.
"Can't think of anywhere else I'd wanna be. Now are you gonna keep talking about death or let me fuck you?" Jisung pulls you back onto your feet, turning you around to face the mirror.
"I'm not the only eager one here, I see," you push your ass into his groin.
"As much as I'd love to stay here and play with you all night, princess, we've already been gone for too long and the search party will come looking soon," he says before pulling a glove off with his teeth.
Jisung rolls the leather of your dress up over your hips and slides his hand between your legs. He pulls your panties to the side and slips a finger into your pussy.
"God, you're fucking soaked already," Jisung says, adding a second finger, causing your eyes to flutter shut, "This shit really does turn you on," a lopsided grin takes place on his face before his fingers leave you empty.
You grumble, frustrated. "Fuck off-"
"I'd watch your tone, sweetness," he held the knife to your throat. "Wouldn't wanna lose that pretty voice of yours."
It was then, you realized he pulled the mask back down over his head. You felt the edge of the knife press against your esophagus. If you hadn't previously been in this position with your boyfriend a number of times before, one would think you'd be worried, maybe even a little scared. But no, you were now beyond the point of being turned on, your body practically boiling with arousal.  
"Please, don't," you plead, "I'll do anything," you turn your head to look at him and bat your lashes.
"Anything, huh?"
"Anything," you nod.
Jisung began tracing the knife edge along your chest, "With a pretty thing like you, I'm sure I can think of a few other things to do with you."
In one quick motion, he drops the knife to his other hand, and you hear the sound of fabric ripping as he slices your panties and pulls it from your body.
And there goes the third pair this month. 
But you could care less about your tattered underwear, now discarded on the tiled floor, once you hear the zipper of his jeans coming undone. Jisung wastes no more time and lines his cock up with your entrance. You sharply inhale, feeling his thick length open you up.
"Oh my god," your voice was barely above a whisper.
"Is that what you wanted?" he asked in your ear, "Let me use you however I want for the sake of saving your pretty little life."
You manage to open your eyes and look at your reflection. The sight of the mask behind you as his cock is buried balls deep inside of you, flooded you with more arousal, your walls fluttering around his dick.
Your response was interrupted by the moan bubbling up your throat, but Jisung saw the smile breaking out on your face.
"Y-Yes," you nod, "God—please…fuck me."
"See how easy it is to get to what you want when you just use your words," you hear the smirk on his voice, "Gonna take it all for me like a good girl, yeah?"
You nod with a gasp, your nails scratching against the marble countertop as Jisung's cock stretches you open, bottoming out. "Mhm! I'll be good. I'll be so good for you, I promise."
Jisung draws his hips back before slamming back into you, filling you to the hilt. He grabs onto your hips, pulling you back onto his cock. Your ass slaps against his pelvis each time he fills you up, picking up momentum and fucking you at a steady pace.
Loud moans and cries along with Jisung's name tumbled hazardously from your lips. Jisung's gloved hand covers your mouth, muffling your noises.
"God, you're such a whiny slut," he says, "Pathetically crying out like a bitch in heat."
You whine, seemingly struggling against his hold as you grew flustered at his words.
"No need to try and deny it, sweets. I've had my eyes on you long enough to know, this is the exact moment you've been having wet dreams of," Jisung's strong arms securely hold you against his chest, "What would that cute boyfriend of yours think if he were to see you like this? Letting me use you however I please and not being able to do anything to stop me." he darkly chuckles.
It turns you on even more knowing Jisung is just as into this as you are.
"God…you're sick," you pant.
"You're the one who's letting a dangerous killer fuck you, and I'm the sick one?"
"Fuck you," you spit.
Jisung's hand wraps around your neck, lightly squeezing down on the sides.
"Fuck me, huh. You're doing a great job at doing so already, princess," the roughness of his voice through the modulator had your head spinning or maybe it was the limited oxygen you were granted as his hand was still around your neck. Either way you could feel yourself stumbling closer to the edge.
You slip up and call out your boyfriend's name. "Ji, oh god, mhm—it's so good, oh my god!" you threw your head back.
"That's it, baby. You're doing so good for me."
"Feels so good—fuck, Sungie," Your back arched as you attempted to move your hips and began fucking yourself back on his cock.
Jisung was drunk off you—Every whimper and whine he pulled from you as he bent you over the sink, fucking you relentlessly. And the way your body writhed and squirmed against him, the intense pleasure flooding your veins as his tip kissed your sweet spot.
"Look at yourself," he grabbed your jaw, making you look into the mirror "If only everyone else could see how badly I've ruined you, precious."
Your mouth hangs open, nothing coming out except for broken moans. But there's a drunken smile on your face.
"Sungie, please," you whimper.
Jisung brings his hand back your throat, but without applying pressure this time. "You close, pretty?" Jisung asks, and you ferociously nod.
"Wanna cum for you," you whine, "Please, baby," your voice cracked with desperation.
"Cute how desperate you can get. It's almost pathetic."
"Jisung, oh my god-"
You reach behind you and grab the back of his head. Jisung feels the mask being pulled off his head, allowing you to drop it to the floor. Messy black locks flopped over his forehead as his eyes readjusted to the lighting. Fisting your hand in his hair, you bring his lips to yours, meeting in a desperate and sloppy kiss.
Jisung feels the knot inside him ready to snap but holds back as his hand returns between your thighs. He rubs sloppy circles into your clit, and you squirm in his arms, trying desperately to chase your release.
"Come on, sweetheart. I wanna hear you scream for me."
You see stars behind your eyes as a moan rips from your throat, bouncing off every surface in the small space. Your body shakes in Jisung's arms as you cum. His cock throbs, his release finally coming when your pussy chokes his dick, and he paints your walls white.
"Fuck," Jisung rasps in your ear. He grabs onto the edge of the sink, fucking his cum into you as you squirm, feeling overstimulated.
You fall back against his chest, resting your head on his shoulder, "That was fucking amazing," you heavily pant against his skin as you place a kiss below his jaw.
"Yeah?" he caresses your face.
"I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my life."
"I aim to please you, very very well," he kissed your forehead before slipping out of your heat. You mewl, feeling his fingers brush your folds, collecting his cum as it starts to drip out of you.
"I'm gonna be thinking about this for the next few months, by the way."
"Then I guess there's no need to get rid of the mask after tonight," Jisung smirks, picking the mask up from the ground.
You smile against his lips, "Definitely not."
a/n: uhh this was very self indulgent and lowkey inspired by this. thank you for reading!! feedback is appreciated <33
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martiniblues · 5 months
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dance practice ; 박지성
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pairing bf!jisung x female!reader
synopsis with you and jisung’s time running thin due to his schedules, you decide to go visit him at practice. when the two of you finally have some time alone, jisung thinks this is the perfect time to mess with you.
genre established relationship, lots of kissing, slightly suggestive, jisung is a dick lol but it’s okay, features mark and haechan lightly.
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"okay, it’s looking good, guys. take five.” the choreographer yelled out as the music faded. you sat on a couch in the back of the studio, watching as your boyfriend poured his soul into his dancing.
“baby, here, drink this.” your hand extended the bottle of liquid iv to jisung, who clearly was grateful for the gesture as he chugged the whole thing down in near seconds.
“thank you.” he breathed heavily from having downed a whole water bottle, but regardless of how breathless he was, he still leaned forward and kissed you softly. it was quick, but you knew it meant much more.
with a comeback and tour on the way, you and jisung’s time together had run thin, making it increasingly difficult to have moments where it was only the two of you in the room.
“yuck! take it somewhere else, lovebirds.” haechan squealed once he saw what jisung did. you just laughed while jisung quickly turned to tackle his member to the ground. haechan protested, claiming jisung was “just a baby” and “shouldn’t know about those things yet”.
those things were quite vague coming out of the brunette’s mouth, but you could make a guess, making you flush deeply.
“come on guys, you can fight later!” mark pushed jisung’s head as a cue that they should get back to practicing. all the guys got back to rehearsing, leaving you in the back alone again.
it was hard keeping your cool watching your boyfriend do something he’s so passionate about, especially when it’s dancing to such suggestive songs.
the group continued to rehearse for the next hour with little to no breaks to talk, which maybe was for the best since you were convinced if jisung came with a foot of you, you would pounce.
“okay guys, that was a good practice today; we will keep it up tomorrow, yeah.” the choreographer bid everyone goodbye while jisung came and crashed beside you on the small couch.
the other members just giggled at how much of a baby jisung became around you, usually trying to seem much more mature around them since he was the youngest and all.
“you did really good, ji.” your hand came up and pushed his sweaty hair back from his head, combing your fingers through the rest of his dark strands.
“thank you, baby; it’s just exhausting.” he kissed the side of your neck before resting his head back into place, his eyes shutting at your relaxing fingers playing with his hair.
“i know, but damn, ji, you seriously looked like you were on cloud nine while you were dancing. i swear you couldn’t even tell how tired you were; you always give it your all.” you complimented him, knowing how hard jisung can get on himself for his dancing.
jisung’s head came up to be level with yours, just staring at you with wide eyes and slightly parted lips. “what? is there something on my face or something?” you giggled lightly, touching your face to feel whatever could be taking up jisung’s attention.
“n-no, there's nothing." his hand came up to gently pull yours down, smiling at how cute you were being. “you’re just so pretty.” he finished, combing a piece of your hair behind your ear.
your cheeks must have caught flame from how hot you got from jisung’s words. “whatever, you’re so cheesey, park.” you pushed his hand away, turning to hide your face on the couch.
“don’t start, baby; you know you like it. you’re so red!” with ease, jisung flipped you over as you lay beneath him. you continued to try and hide, embarrassed by how easily jisung could get you all hot and bothered.
for god’s sake, he had you blushing as he danced away from you!
“whatever,” you huffed, feeling defeated against your boyfriend as he just smiled, his eyes practically sparklingly under the low lights of the studio.
it had only been you two in the room for quite some time, but even if there was a whole crowd of people, the two of you wouldn’t even notice, too caught up in one another to even care.
“i missed you, baby.” he whispered as if it were some secret message only for your ears. leaning down, jisung began to litter your face with kisses. beginning at the collar of your shirt all the way to your forehead, missing your lips purposely.
this did no justice to your cheeks, only making you grow hotter. “i-i missed you too… ji.” your hands rested on his neck softly, having to ground yourself from the god who was park jisung.
you felt him smirk against your skin, fully aware of how flustered he had made you. his face hovered inches away from yours, his eyes flicking between your eyes and lips.
you didn’t have to think twice. leaning up to finally connect your lips, you immediately grew confused as jisung pulled further away.
“what? what’s wrong?” you questioned since jisung never resisted you, ever.
he just smiled, leaning back to sit and pulling out his phone to scroll aimlessly.
“babe?” you leaned over, trying to see what could have grabbed his attention all of a sudden. before you could even catch a glimpse, jisung turned fully away and blocked his screen.
“jisung!” you yelled, trying to snatch his phone. undoubtedly, he was stronger than you, so no amount of grabbing was able to make him budge.
sighing, you fell back, defeated and growing very annoyed at your boyfriend. “park jisung.” you scolded, knowing that anytime you referred to him in that manner, he knew you were serious. this time, though, he didn’t even acknowledge you.
“you’re such a dick, i’m leaving.” you quickly grabbed your bag, making your way towards the door. you turned back halfway, catching him looking up at you with a devilish smirk before quickly looking back down.
“i’m serious, park; i'm leaving.” you spoke, unsuccessfully provoking a reaction from him, and you continued your walk to the door.
just as your hand met the cool handle of the big gray door, a hand landed on your wrist, stopping all attempts to escape.
“baby, i’m sorry, i’m sorry!” you could hear jisung trying to hold back his laugh. his big hand came to cover his smirking lips, eyes wide, looking at your cold expression.
you dropped your hands, leaning against the door. “not funny," you mumbled, looking your boyfriend dead in the eyes while he continued to try and not laugh.
you pushed his chest harshly, growing annoyed at his little joke. “you think this is funny?” you yelled. he knew you were being dramatic, so he continued to laugh as you hit him repeatedly.
“baby, baby, stop!" he put his hands up to shield himself from your attempts to give him a piece of his own medicine, but still, you came out unsuccessful.
you huffed, staring at your boyfriend’s stupid smirk for the thousandth time. “for someone who begged to have me here today, you're making it really hard to want to hang out with you.” you spit, planting your hands on your hips to try and stand your ground.
his smirk quickly turned into a pout. “no, baby, i’m sorry really sorry. i was being stupid and trying to be funny.” he looped his hands between your arms to hold your waist as you tried to stay stiff as a board.
noticing the fight you tried to put up, jisung knew exactly how to get you to crumble. like earlier, he began kissing you all over, rubbing your hips, and raking his fingers in your hair.
you tried, you really did, but how could you when park jisung was kissing and touching you like that.
he mimicked his earlier actions, pulling away slightly looking at your lips. you were not about to let him have the upper hand; before he could say a word, you grabbed his neck and crashed his lips against yours.
he yelped in shock, making you smile at how you now had the upper hand, even if jisung towered over you in comparison.
you kissed him feverishly, tongue and all. he groaned as your hands pulled at his hair, his fingers tightening their grip on your hips. your lips felt so good against his, he nearly forgot how pissed you were at him only moments prior.
jisung’s hands continued to roam up your back and lower, backing your bodies to the couch. you nearly forgot your anger as well, melting into a puddle of need right beneath jisung’s feet.
snapping out of your daze, you pulled away swiftly, hitting his chest to knock him out of his trance and disconnect your bodies. “see you later, park.” you spun on your heels and quickly made your way out the door.
“what! baby, what?” he took after you as you ran down the hallway to escape.
let’s just say you didn’t get too far before jisung had you all to himself again. but you weren’t really complaining. not even a little bit.
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 notes | FINALLY JISUNG YAAAAAAS he has infiltrating my brain recently lol. also, every single time he said “baby” in this i just thought ab THAT livestream where he said it 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍���😵‍💫😵‍💫 anywayssss i hope to write a halloween special sometime this weekend or maybe even two (tee hee) but thank you guys so so much for all the love!!!
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⠀⠀⠀paso a decirles que en mi pinterest estoy subiendo también estos edits de historias para ig :P dudo hacerlo acá porque se ve raro pero pasen a ver las demas en este link: ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀( 🤍🩶🤍🩶 )
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neoculturecollectives · 6 months
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No Hands (m)
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idol!Jisung x slightly older!fem reader
author's note: stfu bitch t(-_-t)
also Let Me In was on repeat and conversations were had and yeah... again stfu
word count: 1.9k
genre: smut
warnings: phone sex, dirty talk, pillow humping, masturbation, edging?, teasing, noona's got a daddy kink? shut up
and another thing: shut up
pt. 2
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Your phone rings just as you feel your orgasm approaching and you ignore it initially.
"Fuck… Ji- oh… Jisung," You pant. You feel guilty for ignoring your phone but you're too close… but what if it's him and it's an emergency? You ask yourself.
You turn off your vibrator and sigh as you snatch your phone off of the nightstand.
It was Jisung.
You frown, "Dammit," You whisper as you call him back.
It rings…
Once…
Twice…
Thrice…
"Hi, you've reached Jisung's phone. I'll get back to you asap… rocky. Leave a message at the beep."
You wait and the beep never comes.
"Andy Park," You sigh.
"Hi, noona," he chuckles.
"Hi… I'm sorry I missed your call. Are you alright?" You say softly.
"I am now. I wanted to talk to you… I missed your voice," he coos, "Did you miss mine?"
You smile and lean back against your pillows, "Of course I missed your voice… I love your voice," You say. You slip your hand between your thighs and cup your heat; wishing and imagining that it was Jisung's hand instead.
Jisung hums, "Yeah?"
You circle the pad of your middle finger against your clit as you close your eyes.
"Yeah," You sigh.
You hear Jisung shift for a moment, "What are you doing?" he asks.
You still your finger and open your eyes, "Talkin' to you."
He laughs a soft and deep chortle. The amusement is evident in his voice and it puts you on edge, "That's all?"
"Mhm… what are you doing?" You ask in an attempt to thwart the attention off of yourself.
"Well… I was trying to fall asleep but I couldn't because I needed to hear your pretty voice so I called you but you were a bad girl, noona…" he trails off. His voice is low and playful, every word is purring and teases you. Your fingers stroke your clit slowly as you close your eyes to listen to him.
"You were a bad little girl and didn't answer so then… I was kinda sad… but you called me back and we talked a little and I asked you a question and you… you were a bad little girl again and you told a lie that you thought I'd believe… but I didn't."
You swallow hard and purse your lips as you hope he drops it but you just can't stop your fingers from moving. Your shyness is why you're reluctant to tell him how hot he's making you since you're too far away to help him. You've only been official for a few months and although neither of you are strangers to each other, there's something about asking for him over the phone that makes you nervous.
"And now I'm… listening to you breathe those soft little breaths because you're touching yourself and… you want me so badly but you won't just say it."
You gasp and buck your hips; shuddering when he chuckles and suddenly you can hear his hand fisting cock.
"Jisung… oh fuck. Please," You whimper.
"How wet is that pussy? Hm?" he moans softly.
Your fingers speed up as you tremble, "So… s- s- so… fuck- fucking wet."
"M'so fucking hard… fuck, baby… I'm thinking about… how fucking good it'd feel to hold you down and slide my fingers into that tight little pussy… need that so bad," he groans.
"Jisung… want you so bad," You whisper. Your fingers speed up and just as you feel your release approaching Jisung speaks,
"Stop. There's something I need you to do for me."
You reluctantly stop and squeeze your thighs together.
"Straddle your pillow… ride it for me for me," he says.
You quickly sit up and grab your pillow from behind you. You straddle it and groan as you rock your hips in desperation. Jisung hisses, "Tell me how it feels."
"Wish it… was… you," You groan as you move faster.
Jisung rumbles soft and low and you can hear his orgasm building but with each labored breath he draws in, you can almost feel his determination to hold out.
"Wish I was there with you too… fuck… baby, I can't wait… can't fucking wait til I come back… gonna hold you down and stuff my big hard cock inside that tight… hot little pussy… bet I could just slide right in," he hums.
You drop your phone and scramble to pick it back up, "Dropped the… the… I'm sor-"
"You dropped your phone, sweetheart? Why don't you free up your hands, hm?" he says.
You shake your head, "N- no… don't wanna stop," you pants.
"That wasn't a suggestion," he says firmly.
Jisung is dominant to his core but he's so damn unassuming. So much that when he first spelled out his wants to you, you laughed. You laughed and in no time at all, he had you under him; crying, sweating, trembling, and stupid for him and his next move and that night he told it to you straight,
"Don't ever think you'll have an upper hand over me. I will never allow that to happen."
And to this day, he's stuck to his word: dominating you in ways that nobody would ever believe you if you told them.
Again, he's so damn unassuming.
You whine as you come to an abrupt stop and scramble to grab your earbuds off the nightstand. You put them in your ears and immediately jump back onto your pillow.
"I uh… I'm back, Sungie," You sigh, "Can you hear me?"
"Yeah… yeah I can hear you, pretty girl. Now get back to it and tell me how it feels," he says.
You rock your hips clumsily as you try to find your rhythm, "I- oh… oh fuck… so- Sungie! So fucking good," You pant. The friction isn't enough. It's never enough. Jisung knows this. He knows how desperate you get when he makes you do this to yourself. Any other time, he's there with you; with long fingers digging into your hips and encouraging words pouring out of his mouth and into yours.
It's less humiliating when he's with you. Far less. It's erotic actually and you feel even better knowing that you're pleasing him but tonight it's just a pillow between your thighs and not his waist. No hard bulge in his pants to rut yourself against while he tells you how fucking good you are. No large hands exploring your body and no spindly fingers sliding past your plush lips for you to suck on.
Tonight, it's just your pillow. The pillow you were screaming into less than forty-eight hours ago because he was here taking you to your paradise.
"Fuck," You breathe as you move faster.
"Slow down… I want you to pinch those pretty little nipples for me… nice and hard. Do it," he tells you and he sounds so sweet and so fucked out but you know he's holding on because you will never have an upper hand over him- just like he told you.
You straighten up and pinch your nipples, "Fuck!" You hiss as the pain sends you closer to the edge.
"Yeah… just like that. Such a good girl for me. Want you to make it hurt… just like I would," he moans, voice breaking and desperate.
You gyrate and gasp as sweat begins to cover your heated skin, "Sungie," You whimper as you pinch and twist at your hardened buds wishing to God, the stars, and the universe that it was him touching you, "I need to cum… please. Please…"
Jisung laughs and moans, "You can cum like that, can't you? Pillow's too soft for noona's needy little pussy? Need something harder?"
You nod, "Need you."
"Well, we both know that's not gonna happen. I'm too far away, noona. How could I take care of you when I'm so far, hm? Why do you get so stupid when your pussy's wet?" he tuts, "As much as I would love to just… snap my fingers and come to you so I could turn you over and fuck you into that mattress like the greedy little whore we both know you to be… I can't."
Tears threaten to spill down your cheeks as you keep going; desperate and quick movements send a chill of need up your spine, "Please… I need it," You beg.
"Use the pillow. That's the only choice you have because you lied to me. I was gonna let you use your pretty little fingers or maybe your toy but you were a bad little girl and bad little girls don't get what they want," Jisung chides.
You wipe the tears that roll down your cheeks and sob. Jisung laughs.
"Please, Jisung," You sob as your hands squeeze the pillow. You know if you don't do as he says this will go badly for you but your hand seems to have a mind of its own as it makes its way to your throbbing cunt and your fingers circle your clit frantically.
"I didn't tell you to do that so stop it. I won't be gone forever and if you don't do exactly what I tell you to do, when I get back I'll use you like a cocksleeve and I won't let you cum until I think you've earned it and you know how mean I can be so it could be days before you can convince me to change my mind," he threatens.
You move your hand and whine.
"I know those fingers are soaked… I know you want it so bad but you lied and I don't like that. So use that pillow… it's gonna take longer but you can do it… you can do it for me ," he says and you can hear that he's stopped stroking himself.
You try bunching the pillow up and it doesn't do much to help so you lean forward and grind harder and more desperately.
Jisung laughs, "I bet you look so desperate for me right now."
You nod, "I need to cum… I'm so fucking close but- but… I can't. I need more," You plead.
"Fine… get on your back for me. Spread those legs nice and wide," he sighs and you eagerly fall back; legs spreading wide and fingers finding your clit in an instant.
You stroke yourself frantically and Jisung's audibly resumed his own ministrations.
"Can't wait to get back home to you, noona… can't wait til I'm stuffing my dick in that greedy little pussy and listening to you whine and beg me for more," he groans.
You feel yourself getting closer and you gasp, "Can't wait… Sungie… Su- Sungie! Please, please, please!"
Jisung is close and you know it. He whimpers and groans, "Cum, noona… cum for me. I'm close… let go."
Your fingers move faster and you shrill as you feel your body building up higher and higher. You turn onto your stomach to writhe and grind against your fingers, "Jisung! Fuck! Oh! Ye- es! Yeah.. fuck me please," You cry.
"Fuck yourself with those pretty fingers… come on," he moans and he's still staving off his own release.
You push your third and fourth fingers into your soaking pussy and pump them in and out as fast you can.
"So fucking wet. Listen to my girl," he sighs.
You gyrate and plead as you hit your sweet spot, "Fuck me, daddy," You gasp and your free hand comes up to cover your mouth.
"Oh? So that's how it is?" he groans.
"Sorry… sorry," You whisper.
"Say it again. Now."
"Fuck me, daddy."
"No, say it like you did before."
You keep pumping your fingers into your pussy and you feel close again, "Fuck me, daddy… please… daddy, please."
"Fuck… God, you're too fucking much. You do this to me now? When I'm too far away to give it to you how I wanna? Fuck, Y/n… so fucking hot. God, I need you," he groans and he cums hard. He pants as he comes down and you release again; slick covering your fingers and your hand.
You tremble as you come down too, "Love you… love you, daddy."
Jisung chuckles,
"Just three more days. That's all. Three more days and daddy's gonna make you feel so fucking good."
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marklease · 7 months
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Ur posts are goated so far 🙌🙌
This world needs more jisung content. What abt jisung boyfriend texts???
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jisung boyfriend texts
tysm for your support! 🥹💕 my first request for individual bf texts, i hope you all enjoy!
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wonusdoll · 7 months
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FLOWERS • PJS
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Synopsis: Jisungs a hopeless romantic and gets jealous easily
Content: fluff! cavity inducing fluff so fluffy i wanna cry
pairing: Childhood Bestfriend!Jisung x reader
notes+ WHY DOES NOBODY WRITE FOR JISUNGGGG i had to take matters into my own hands so here you go :D this was originally gonna contain smut but i couldnt help myself with the fluff anyways, enjoy!!
You and Jisung weren't always friends. When your mom introduced her best friends second grader son, 4th grade you didn't mind. Until he started playing with your stuff, jumping on your bed, stealing your snacks, and blaming you on things he did and getting you in trouble.
Naturally, you started resenting him, dreading when he would come over, and chose to ignore him at school, finding it embarrassing whenever he would go over to you and your friends at the playground and ask to play with them. your friends found him cute, but you, you hated him.
Going into your middle school years, he slowly got more tolerable. He started understanding boundaries but still was the same annoying little kid.
In some point of time, Jisung turned from an annoying little kid who yelled and cried all the time to one of your closest friends. And then when he finally started high school, you guys started hanging out willingly, without his mom forcing him to go over.
Some days you would catch him in your living room watching tv with your dog, or accidentally walking in on him showering in your bathroom, or in your kitchen making ramen. Sometimes he would bring his friends over to your house. You honestly didn't mind that much as long as they never broke anything, or disturbed her in any way, which jisung made sure never happened.
"Jisung?? That you??" You yelled from the top of the stairs after hearing feet shuffling and the front door opening and closing. The two of you made plans to watch horror movies and have a sleepover to celebrate the new season of autumn.
"Nope!" Jisung yelled back, making you go downstairs with a grin. But you immediately furrowed your brows and bit your inner cheek, upon seeing 6 other people. you knew them, jisung would bring them around sometimes but you didn’t know them.
"Jisung, whats going on?"
He grinned annoyingly cutely back and held up some convenience store bags up and nodded towards his friends, "They wanted to hang out but my mom banned us from the house after last time.”
You scoff and look at him like he was crazy, "What- are you kidding me?" You say just above a whisper, flickering your eyes between him and the guys behind him, "I thought we were gonna hang out?? You didn't even ask if it was okay to bring them over? if you wanted to hang out with them instead you should've just told me."
With a smirk, jisung was much closer than you remember him being, he tucked a few stray strands of your hand back, "I'm sorry princess i should have asked, hm? If we're too much of a bother we'll quiet down okay?" He pulled away and looked into your eyes, pleading and begging for uou to say yes.
You mask your flustered state with a sigh and wiping your face with your hand as if annoyed.
"Fine, whatever, just— leave me alone im gonna go study" you warn making him grin and ruffle your hair, juxtaposing his previous act. He's called you princess numerous times before, even when you guys were kids but in that tone, that voice, and devilish smile, it felt different.
You wanted to tell him off for joking around with you like that, making you feel that way. It was something you always felt around him but maybe it was his perfectly messy hair, his oversized hoodie making him look so comfy, his soft plump lips, or his hand in your hair, or the name he called you, but the feeling became overwhelmingly strong, like when a candles been burning for hours and slowly the fire grows bigger and it fills the whole room with its pleasant fumes.
You hung around with them for a bit when you took a break from studying because you couldn't focus. but the reason you couldnt focus was sitting right across from you on the couch, sending lingering glances everybody noticed.
When he catches your gaze you turn away with a light blush but when you catch his, he doesnt shy away, keeping eye contact with you with a look in his eye that you couldnt read for the first time.
In the time you got to formally meet his best friends, you surprisingly got along with all of them. Huang Renjun was the one who stuck out the most out of the 7, other than Jisung who kept eyes on you the whole time.
You got to have a one on one conversation with Renjun about each others favorite music artists, which were quite similar, and art itself. You were already interested in art but with the knowledge and story telling Renjun excitedly provided made you want to learn more. So you guys planned a hang out the next day to an art museum Renjun was fond and familiar with. 
You posted the day out with him on your story with Art Deco - Lana Del Rey in the background.
Jisung always made sure to heart and reply to your story even if it was as simple as an ootd, but this time he didn't. You furrowed your brows and looked at the views and there he was, also active. You tried texting him regularly but you were left on delivered until 7 hours later but all you got was a
"sorry lol"
It hurt your feelings, you couldn't lie. So you texted him again not even 5 seconds later.
"too busy being active to answer? lmfao"
He leaves it on read for a few minutes before replying
"too busy hanging out with renjun? yk we all made plans tgt”
You scoff at his attitude
"whats your problem?? it was HIS choice to hang out with ME. not like you wanted to."
"chill out i just wanted them to meet you, didn't know you were gonna be all over them tho"
"fuck you."
You threw your phone at the end of the bed and hug your pillow against your chest as tears welled up in your eyes. You didn't know why you were so affected by his words, usually you wouldn't even press him so much about not answering, and would just leave him alone but seeing him be so uninterested left a mark on you.
A few nights later you were watching a scary movie in the darkness of your living room when you heard knocks on your front door. you paused the movie to make sure it wasn't from the tv, and when they come again, you look at the time.
"Who's here at 11:30 at night" You whisper to yourself and cautiously approach the door.
Thunder suddenly struck making you whimper and jump back, but you decide to just rip the bandaid off, after all horror movies aren't real right?
"Jisung?!" You exclaim, seeing him standing there out in the pouring rain with his head down ashamed.
"Hey.."
You quickly let him in, taking his soaked coat off and telling him to wait while you get a towel.
He was silent while you scolded him for being out in the rain so late without so much as an umbrella.
He finally brung his hands from behind his back, revealing your favorite flowers in an articulated assorted bouquet wrapped in paper.
"Sorry if they're kind of ruined.. I ran all the way here" He sniffles and scratched his nape awkwardly.
You bite your lip remembering your last interaction, "You wanna tell me why?"
"I'm sorry y/n im so sorry im such a fucking loser and a coward for getting mad at you  I never wanted to hurt you i just was so angry that you hung out with Renjun that i took it out on you without thinking and ive been trying to figure out how to apologize to you so i went to the flower shop like 10 times in the past 2 days because i wanted to get you flowers but you have 5 different favorite flowers so i got 5 different bouquets for you then realized that was too much so i just got one with 2 of your favorites but felt bad that i left out the other 3 so i got another one with all of them but they didn't look good so i spent the whole day learning how to make a bouquet to make it perfect for you then realized it was already night and thundering and you hate thunder so i ran all the way here and now they look horrible and ugly and-"
"JISUNG." You put a stop to his rant with a chuckle and put your hands on his pink dusted cheeks. He pants out and looks in your eyes to find any anger or disgust in them but you were smiling, "Hey its okay, i promise its okay," You take the flowers from his hands and bring them up to your face to smell them, "they're beautiful ji, seriously."
He takes another pan over your face to scan your expression to really make sure you weren't mad and one he realized that, he lets out the breath he was holding and chuckles, then laughs a bit harder.
You laugh along with him then card your fingers through his wet hair, "Did you really learn how to make a bouquet of flowers for me? And run all the way here in the rain?" You ask, softly now.
He smiles and takes your hand away to hold it instead, "Yeah.. you know i would swim across the whole ocean just to get these to you. Also whats wrong with learning a new skill, i always wanted to learn how to.. make assorted flowers.." He dryly chuckles at the end.
you could hear your heart thumping out of your chest when you feel the pressure of his eyes staring into your own, as if trying to answer a question he hasn't asked. so you ask your own.
"Jisung," You start making him nod, "Why were you so upset?" You ask, making you swallow thickly.
and suddenly you're hyper aware of everything going on, your breathing, your blinking, the rain and thunder, his facial expressions, his thumb caressing your hand.
Jisung doesnt answer for a second, trying to find the right words. His mouth was drying up, he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out so he gulped.
He was now holding your hand with both of his hands, "I love you." he blurted, "I love you and Im selfish and only want you to myself, I just wanted to treasure you for my myself and not let other people see how amazing and perfect you are because i was scared you'd fall for them and forget about me so when i saw you were with renjun and saw how excited you were to talk to him and hang out with him i felt.. rejected? in a way? like he had something i didn't to make you feel that way. So i was sad and upset and jealous— god, i was so unbelievably jealous, and i know im not allowed to because we're only best friends and you're allowed to be friends and talk to anybody you want to but i just- i just didn't want you to notice anyone else, and leave me.."
He ended his rant with a sigh and closed his eyes shut, mentally preparing for you to laugh in his face and friend-zone him, but it never came.
When he opened his eyes you were just standing there, not saying anything, with a smile on your face.
You giggled as he looked at you with an expectant look.
“Okay.”
His brows furrowed and his hand started slipping from yours “That- thats it? Just okay? You couldn’t have let me down any better-“
“Okay, I wont leave you.”
His expression softened, watching as you laughed and hugged him tightly, burying your face in his chest, “Jisung park, I will never leave you and you can never leave me, if you do i’ll have to kill you.” You tried to threaten him but he just found you adorable, and picked you up in his arms.
You guys laughter filled the room, bouncing around the rooms, sounding almost louder than the rain and thunder.
Suddenly, your enemy turned into your bestfriend who turned into your lover. And you couldn’t have it any other way.
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2jisungs · 11 days
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love under the stars
park jisung x fem reader fluff wc. 401
notes; shy boy jisung :(( ughh i luv him sm
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to say jisung was ecstatic when you asked him to go stargazing with you would be an understatement. you both were massive space nerds, so it’s no surprise that you guys are a couple. your extroverted personality and his more reserved and shy self complemented eachother perfectly, you were his ray of sunshine and he was your shy boy. (he definetly warmed up to you after a while though.)
“y/n, look! a constellation!” jisung exclaimed, pointing at the group of stars in the sky. you both were laying down next to eachother in the grass, hands interlocked, and a blanket underneath you two as to avoid the grass getting on your clothes.
“woah, i like that one! which one is it again? i forgot..” you asked, watching as your boyfriend’s eyes lit up at the question. he was the reason you became so interested in astronomy, and most of your conversations with him centered around that topic.
“that one’s orion! a lot of people say it’s the prettiest constellation, and i agree. it’s so pretty and you’re also very pretty so i don’t know which one i like more, but if i had to choose, i would probably say you cause orion’s just a group of stars in the sky and you’re a real person, and you’re really nice and amazing and i really like that about you-” he covered a hand over his mouth as the tip of his ears started turning red and his cheeks started to heat up.
“did i really say that out loud..?” you chuckled and pulled his hand away from his mouth. he looked away from you, not being able to hold eye contact after that embarassing moment.
“it’s okay. you’re also really cute and very handsome in my eyes, jisung. i would definitely choose you over a silly constellation as well. a constellation doesn’t even come close to you.” you told him, watching as he blushed even further and tried to find something to say in response.
“i.. um.. u-uh.. really? you really think so?” he finally managed to mutter out.
“of course i do, jisung. i love you so much.” you said, giving him a peck on the cheek.
“i love you more, y/n.” jisung said, smiling softly. you both couldn’t be happier of where you guys are in life right now, and jisung’s sure you two will last forever. if he had a say in that, of course.
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hyuckssunshine · 1 month
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Jisung bf texts PLEASE 🧎
And can I be 🕊 anon?
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Note: Hii, of course you can be 🕊 anon, I hope you enjoy this!!
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neocentral · 10 months
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rating: 18+. mdni.
content: perv!jisung x reader, braces
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They’re new. A surprising addition that you had told no one about, admitting to being embarrassed of the braces that now occupy your mouth when you walked into the library an hour earlier.
The shiny silver wire threaded through equally polished brackets lined in elastic. Your lips are swollen, leaving you with a permanent pout, glossy from the constant licking and applications of lip balm. He had nearly groaned when he watched you wince as you ran the tube across your mouth. Jisung’s lucky your attention is elsewhere, focused on Mark as he explains what you had missed in your shared Biochemistry lecture. 
He eyes the bubbly drool that begins to pool in the corners of your mouth, breathing deeply when your tongue sneaks through your puffed lips. Jisung can’t seem to look away, taking in the new sight that made your lips all the more enticing to him. He thinks of the pained whimper that would escape you as he eagerly crashed his lips into yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth and running his tongue over your brackets, tracing the wire. 
You open your mouth to speak but Jisung pays no attention to the words leaving your mouth, too entranced by the careful movements of your mouth. Jisung feels himself swell in his pants as more thoughts of sticky, heated kisses force themselves into his brain, the familiar uncomfortable sensation sitting in the pit of his stomach. 
He shifts in his seat as his thoughts become even more perverted. A dull sense of shame overshadowed by his arousal. He pictures your puffy lips wrapped around his cock that grows harder the longer he stares at you so innocently focused on the subject Jisung suddenly can’t remember. Images of your swollen tongue lapping at his equally swollen length dripping with your spit, sucking and whimpering, eyes wide and pupils blown began to form in his head as he slides his hand between his thighs, squeezing his cock as it pushes against the seam of his jeans.
You finally seem to notice him, sending him an innocent smile, a sliver of silver gleaming in the fluorescent light. The urge to paint your brackets white with his cum is almost unbearable as he forces a smile back.
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rjunswrld · 10 months
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anyway you want me.
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jisung x thick POC! reader
slight manhandling, dry humping, needy jisung & reader, smallest hint of degradation, pwnp
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"go faster" he demanded, gripping onto your hips making you feel small under his dark gaze upon you, rocking your clothed core against his. insisting you show him how much you needed him without telling him, so you desperately began to hump him trying to keep all your strength.
you dropped your head into the crook of his neck letting out soft and almost inaudible whimpers as his hips bucked up against yours making you feel how much you worked him up. he let out a breathy chuckle as he reached for your ass giving it a harsh slap and making your breath hitch.
"i said show me how much you need me.." he bucked his hips up, forcing you down lower onto his aching dick, "you wanted me, why do i have to do all the work here hmm?" his voice was raspy with his shaggy hair sticking out in various directions from the hoodie covering his head.
his eyes lazily landed on yours as his bottom lip was tugged between his teeth, admiring your flustered face and quivering lip. no one could tell by your facial expression how needy you were for jisung but he knew you all too well— the specific look in your eyes, glossing as you stared into his bare dark orbs, shining under the dim lights as if they were speaking to him and he was understanding completely.
he groaned as your movements became sloppy, feeling your panties getting ruined by your arousal and sticking onto your core. you ignored his words already feeling your climax creeping up on you, the numerous clenching and unclenching around nothing, pussy kept hidden in your pants, everything was slightly uncomfortable but the sight and thought of it was too hot to even care.
"m’close.." you moaned gripping onto his hoodie for support, his large hands lingering on your body and gripping onto your chest placing small kisses on your neck as his tongue licked around the shell of your ear only to run over your piercings slightly.
"such a dirty girl, cumming in your pants like this.."
you groaned screwing your eyes shut as he chuckled at the sight of you, in awe how beautiful you looked coming undone before him like this.
"look at me"
his deep voice softly spoke with your eyes struggling to open as your orgasm hit you like a truck, your mouth falling open as he smiled gripping onto your open jaw to grab your attention.
"so fucking dirty"
he grunted feeling your hips circle around his hardened dick restricted behind his boxers and sweats, itching to be revealed and pleasured. you let out a squeal as he pushed you down lower onto his lap moving at his own pace to finally get a piece of relief you had, he chewed on his bottom lip as his head flew back using your body like a sex toy to hump up against. you were sure your liquids could be felt through your pants, it turned you on that he was using you this way. desperately moaning into mid air with his tight grip against you already knowing there would be small bruises and small crescent shapes from his nails digging into you.
"fuck, babe.." he whimpered, barely audible to hear or even make out- 'he was close' you thought, you also knew his look all too well.
"cum jisung, cum for me"
you shuddered, anyone could've heard if the door wasn't closed to keep the privacy of what happens behind closed doors between the two of you. "s-shit" he cried as his grip grew tighter cumming undone in his clothes as well as you did. heavy and uneven breathing filled the room, letting out breathless chuckles as you both began to realize what you two have done (how down bad it had gotten).
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moonjella · 1 year
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FULL MOON — PARK JISUNG
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pairing || werewolf!jisung x fem!reader
synopsis || your boyfriend, jisung has his rut and has been avoiding you all day. for the first time his rut has aligned with a full moon making it much more powerful than usual. he's afraid of hurting you, but you show him just how strong you can be and how much of him you can take.
content || mature, minors do not interact. female reader, possessiveness. explicit smut — rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, deepthroating, manhandling, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, passing out.
word count || 3k
author's note || for @underworldnet's halloween event — day two : full moon.
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You’ve had enough of this.
Jisung is never the type to avoid you. Especially when you’ve been dating for so long.
It reminds you of the times before he became your boyfriend, when he was so nervous to even be around you.
And the time after you started dating when you realised he was hiding something from you the whole time.
And when you found out he’s a werewolf. You thought there’d be nothing more to be kept between you after learning his deepest secret.
But now he’s gone so far as to avoid coming to classes so he doesn’t see you.
Communication is key, you always say to him. I always want to know what you’re feeling.
And he agrees with you despite it being difficult for him to do so.
Yet, here you are clicking on Jisung’s contact again and again just to see that he’s still ignoring your messages. For the last three days, Jisung’s been leaving your texts on read and at the same time, he’s ignoring your calls.
When you asked Renjun, he said Jisung is simply unwell. But Jisung always answers your calls when he’s sick because, as he likes too say, your voice speeds up his recovery.
It certainly didn’t settle your doubts when the others — Jaemin and Haechan — shared weird glances between that made you sure something else was and is at hand.
And that’s why, at the turn of the evening when you’re done with your classes and studying, you march your way to his house.
You’re tempted to turn back at the door. Surely, something is being hidden from you and there must be a reason for it. Are you really sure you want to find out?
Even if it’s something bad?
No, you chide yourself in your mind. Jisung would never betray me.
You look up to the glowing full moon for comfort. It’s warm yellow embraces you and you feel a stir of confidence.
There’s movement inside seconds after knocking on the door to his house. He shares it with his friends — Renjun, Jeno, Jaemin, Haechan, Chenle and Mark, who opens the door.
“YN!” he exclaims, eyes flashing wide for a second. “What are you doing here?”
You notice he’s hiding behind the door, eyes scouring the darkened sky for scattered clouds.
You let yourself inside quickly after realising he’s hiding from the moon. But Mark is a little bit hesitant about your presence.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be here,” he says. “Jisung’s not well.”
“Then let me see him,” you step in further and he has no choice but to shut the door. “He hasn’t answered my calls.”
The house is doused in darkness. Blackout curtains cover the windows from floor to ceiling; the only light comes from dimmed lamps.
It’s not as loud as it usually is and you figure the others must be out with the full moon, leaving just Mark and Jisung at home.
“You guys aren’t turning this month?” you ask him.
Mark shakes his head, content with stalling you in the hallway. “The others left yesterday but I stayed to look after Jisung.”
“What’s wrong with him?” you ask. Mark’s mouth opens, but he closes it again, fuelling your suspicions. “I’m going to find out, even if you don’t tell me, Mark. What is he hiding? Is it someone else?”
“What? No!” Mark shouts. “I promise you, there is no way that’s the case. He’s just sick. That’s all.”
“Then why is he avoiding my calls?”
You storm up the stairs like it’s your own home, which Jisung and many of the others had asked you to treat it like so, but Mark’s hand around your wrist stops you as you make it to Jisung’s closed door.
“YN, please,” Mark pants. “I can’t let you in there.”
“Why not?”
“He… he asked us not to let you see him. Not like this.”
“Is… is it that bad?” your eyes threaten to tear up at the thought of him being so sick but you want to see him regardless. You need to know the truth.
But before you can say anything else, Jisung’s door swings open.
His tall figure hunches over, hands gripping the door frame to hold himself upright.
“J–Jisung…?”
He pants heavily; small rumbles erupt from his chest and your body begins to shake. Mark pulls you back little by little and you use what little light there is in the house to take in the sight of Jisung.
He’s sweating from head to toe, hair clumped and hanging over his forehead and his entire body trembles, like he’s in pain from the sight of you.
“Get your hand off her…” he growls. Although his voice is quiet, strained even, the aggression in it is enough to make both you and Mark shiver.
“Jisung,” Mark warns, pulling you behind him. “I’ll take her, okay? Just go back in your room and I’ll get her out of here.”
“I said… get your hands off her.”
Your shielded by Mark’s back so you can’t see the animosity in his eyes, but you can feel it. Tensed and worried, you peek over Mark to look at your boyfriend.
What could he possibly be sick with?
Excessive sweating, heavy panting, trembling limbs…and possessiveness.
Those are all signs of his rut, which you’ve been through with him before, but they’ve never been so extreme.
His rut was always something special to share together and you’re no stranger to letting him have his way with you until he’s satisfied.
But right now, he’s a completely different person.
Like he’s lost all control.
Jisung trudges towards Mark with dark eyes and a dark aura all around him.
“Jisung…” Mark warns again. “Go back in your room.”
“Give her to me.”
“…No.”
For a moment, it’s silent enough to hear a pin drop. You don’t even breathe, to afraid to set off whatever has control over Jisung.
“YN, you need to leave.”
“But—”
“No buts. He told us to not let you see him. I shouldn’t have let you in, I’m sorry.”
“Is it his rut?”
Mark nods slowly, edging you towards the stairs. “He’s never had it with a full moon before.”
He doesn’t have time to explain but you figure the full moon somehow amplifies the effect of a werewolf’s rut. And especially when Jisung has a hard time turning, you can’t imagine the extent of pain he’s having with this rut whilst stuck in his human body.
He claws at his chest, whining deeply.
“YN, please!” he cries. His grating voice is so desperate, enough to make you freeze on the spot. Mark tries to push you again but you fight against him.
“Let me help him.”
“Hell no!” Mark looks to you, and for a split second you see a primal glare in Jisung’s eyes, like he’s ready to pounce on Mark and tear him apart before he does the same to you.
“I’ve done it before, I can help him, Mark.”
“I know, YN. But it’s different this time. He could hurt you.”
“He won’t,” you state. But looking at him, you’re not convinced either.
“It’s not a good idea,” Mark warns in a singsong tone as Jisung finally grounds himself and stalks towards you. “This is your last chance to leave before someone gets hurt.”
You gulp, meeting the eyes of your boyfriend. He’s hungry.
Really hungry.
“It’s fine. I can take him.”
Mark is about to spin around and hit you with a “are you freaking insane?” but you push him away.
What hurts more is seeing Jisung like this.
You’ve helped him every time he feels this pain, so why stop now? You’re his girlfriend, after all. You know he’d stop at nothing to help you when you needed it most.
Jisung latches onto you the second there is distance between you and Mark and you realise that even in this state, Jisung was still afraid of Mark. They all were. You never saw that side of Mark but you were sure it was something werewolves could only tell between themselves, that Mark had the most power and authority.
And that means if he tries to stop you again, Jisung will truly have to back down and suffer alone.
“It’s okay, Mark,” you convince him. “I’ll be okay.”
Jisung’s arms hold you tight to him, you can already feel his bulging cock rubbing against your hips. His head is in your neck rubbing all over your skin, inhaling your aroma whilst leaving his own scent behind.
Your cheeks burn and you avoid Mark’s eyes as he finally gives in.
“You still have that necklace?” he asks as one last reassurance.
You nod, and when he sighs in both relief and defeat you push Jisung’s hot, heavy body back into his room letting your back close the door.
Jisung drives you up it immediately, grinding his hips into your crotch and one of your legs wrap around his waist while the other holds your balance in this awkward position. Though, Jisung’s inhuman strength does a better job of holding you up.
You gasp as he bites your neck and you’re afraid he might tear a chunk off. But he soothes your worries by licking over the sore spot before moving onto the next.
“Need you,” he’s muttering. “Need you, YN. I need you so bad.”
“I’m here, Sungie,” you whisper in a high–pitched voice, the voice he loves so much. “I’m right here.”
He hoists you up further while making sure your clothed cunt is pressed right against him. You can feel the wetness growing.
You know he loves having your arousal on him so you roll your hips to ensure he gets his share. You grind harder until you can feel the fabric cling to your pussy and he groans loudly when he realises what you’ve done.
“Sungie, ah!” you cry. “I’m gonna cum!”
He doesn’t register your words and continues his movements, only harder and rougher and you’re sure the door will break through from how hard and fast he’s rutting against your clothed body.
You can’t hold it in anymore. the friction is too much and you feel your orgasm rush over you. From the way Jisung stutters, you realise he came with you. But he’s far from finished.
Before you know it, he’s thrown you on the bed and he’s tearing off his own clothes. While he takes a short moment of not looking at you, you take the chance to grab the necklace from your pocket.
It’s in a velvet pouch for extra protection; the last thing you want is to accidentally hurt Jisung or the others with it. You crawl up the bed and quickly slip it under the pillow before he can realise.
He gifted you it the first time you helped him with his rut. A plain silver chain necklace. You never wear it, simply keeping it in your pocket or bag as a precaution.
You know he’d never hurt you but he felt comforted knowing you’d use it for protection if he or the others ever tried to hurt you.
You’re not planning on using it, but given his state, it’s good to have measures in place.
He’s none the wiser as he pulls your ankle and tears away your pants and shirt. His lips latch onto the skin of your belly, devouring the flesh like it’s his last meal.
You fumble with your bra while he rips off your panties and you’re both fully naked.
His entire body is flushed, shaking with desperation. In the dim light, you take a moment to admire his incredible body and your eyes drift down to his cock. The sheer size of it always makes your heart pump ten times harder.
It’s covered in his cum from the previous orgasm and he’s immediately poking at your entrance with the tip of his cock.
Your feet hit his abs as soon as he tries to push in.
“Fingers first, Jisung,” you cry. “Fingers first!”
You’re not used to going straight in; Jisung always eases you slowly by fingering first but he must be so out of his mind to have forgotten.
“I need to be inside you, YN.” He growls.
His fingers are like long claws, stretched and ready to dig into your flesh. You’re supposed to make him feel better but he seems like he’s getting worse.
The closer he comes to having you, the more impatient he grows.
You dart up immediately, dropping to the floor so your back rests against the bed and you take him in your mouth.
You spend no time playing around and edge him in as quickly as you can. His cock is hitting the back of your throat and his hand roots itself in your hair.
Everything becomes a blur as he thrusts into you.
Your hands on his thighs do nothing to slow him down so you squeeze your eyes shut and let him have his way. Meanwhile, you spread your legs and slowly slip two fingers into your leaking hole.
You can barely breathe, let alone moan but the feeling of your sopping cunt has your eyes rolling back.
There’s just something about how animalistic it feels that thrills you.
You push your fingers in an out, focusing on easing your muscles so you can handle Jisung after, and he finishes quickly. His cum spills down your throat and he keeps thrusting, your head hitting the mattress again and again and even when he pulls out, his cum spurts onto your naked body.
You let it dribble down your skin as you stand on shaky limbs. Jisung pushes you flat against the mattress and lines his raging cock with your pussy.
“I missed you,” he growls into a kiss. “I missed you so much.”
“Missed you too, Sungie,” you whine. “I was so worried.”
His cock enters you and you gasp, legs flying in the air without warning. He takes your hand and shoves your fingers in his mouth, licking every drop of your arousal from them.
A groan erupts from deep in your gut.
His animalistic tendencies shouldn’t be so riveting but he still has a hold on you.
When he’s done with your fingers, he yanks your hair back from behind, exposing your neck to him perfectly.
He litters your skin with bites, harsh and painful bites.
But he blesses each one of them with a hungry kiss, lips breaking apart for his tongue to lick over with care, as if each one is an apology for hurting you.
He licks a stripe up the length of your neck. And then another. And another.
You squeal from the sensation, unsure whether you like it or not but the way your pussy quivers around his cock tells you the answer.
You have no qualms with him scenting you, but this is entirely new.
And you’re sure the others will be keeping their distance from you for a very long time.
“Jisung!”
He grabs your hands and pins them down before slamming into you. Then he’s forcing your leg onto his shoulder, opening you up in ways he’s never done before, exploring and reaching deeper than he’s ever tried.
He pounds into you without a care. The mix of his cum and your arousal spreads on both of you and the noises it makes when he slams in and out drives you insane.
Jisung cums again, hips slowing for just a moment before he flips you over. You can’t keep yourself up by your legs but he holds your hips up at the perfect level.
And when he’s done with you like that, he holds you in another position. He orders you and pushes you with such meanness, but kisses and holds you with tenderness.
And before long, you’re on your back again, cupping his face while he batters his cock into you with such fierceness and hunger in the same position you started in.
You know it’s his favourite. He loves seeing your face.
Little by little, you’re edged up the bed with his thrusts to the point where you hold your hands up against the headboard so you don’t crash into it.
“Fuck! Jisung!” your cry is long and loud — surely the entire neighbourhood could hear you.
He keeps going, hard and fast and even when he feels your walls clenching incredibly tight around him, even when he feels his own cock twitching and leaking cum inside you, he doesn’t stop.
You don’t know how long he goes on for and you lost count of how many times you orgasmed. In the end, they all begin to blur into one as your body becomes numb with an overload of sensations.
The cries escaping from your throat make it sore; your voice turns raspy but he keeps going.
Your limbs lose their hold and you become a mindless doll simply for him to use until he’s satisfied.
But tonight, he’s completely insatiable.
With the little energy you have after hours of relentless fucking, you sneak your hand under the pillow. The pouch is still there and you fiddle with it for a second, attempting to reveal the silver necklace.
But something comes over you.
Maybe an epiphany.
Maybe another orgasm.
Whatever it is, your hand retracts from the necklace and reaches into Jisung’s soaked hair.
Little by little, he regains his sanity as he empties load after load inside you. The immense pleasure comes and fades away, bringing him back to reality and his expression isn’t so fierce anymore.
He’s getting better. He just needs to work himself to exhaustion and hopefully he’ll be finished at last.
His entire body is covered in heaps of sweat and you give him one last kiss before you allow fatigue to take over your body.
You’re covered in bruises and engulfed in soreness, whilst at the same time, you struggle to feel anything but his beating heart.
He’s taken over you completely.
“You’re mine,” he whispers as you drift away. “You’re mine.”
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haenxn · 18 days
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icantfeelanything.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ #JISUNG
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yeoosaangg · 5 months
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Insane || Kinktober - Day 17
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pairing ▸ park jisung × f!reader
now playing ▸ insane - black gryph0n, baasik
⤷ ❝i promise honey, i can feel your pain. and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit, does that make me insane?❞
genre ▸ demon au, smut
warnings ▸ sadism, dub-con, knife play, restraints, pain kink, degradation, blood kink, death
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Jisung was strolling down the streets of Hell like any other day. It feels empty now that Halloween season has come around the corner.
Demons keep getting summoned, which should be a good thing.
But he's frustrated that he hasn't been summoned in 3000 demon years. He's itching to cause mischief amongst the mortal realm, yet he's stuck doing errands for The King.
Taeyong: Cheer up, Jisung. Maybe you'll get summoned this time around.
Jisung: Highly doubt it.
But then he feels the pull in his gut.
Jisung: Um, I think it's already happening?
Taeyong: What are you waiting for? Don't make the human wait!
And just like that, he teleports into someone's bedroom.
Your bedroom.
Y/n: Huh... Didn't think that'd work.
Jisung: You summoned a demon without proper knowledge of it working?
Y/n: Pretty much.
The demon stares at you in disbelief.
Were all humans this dumb?
Jisung: The name's Park Jisung. What can I help you with?
You grin, pointing to your bed filled with knives and sex toys.
Seriously? Again?
Y/n: In exchange for my soul, I want you to fuck me.
Of course you do.
But he doesn't agree right away. He doesn't want to seem desperate.
Jisung: Why would I want your soul in exchange for sex? Do I look like a prostitute?
Y/n: No. But I'm super fucking horny and everyone bashes on my kinks because they're "degrading to women everywhere". So I called you.
He analyzes the things you have on your bed carefully.
You must be a masochist.
Jisung: And having sex with a demon isn't kinky enough? You want to be tied up like a helpless victim while I fuck you in demon form?
Y/n: Yeah.
You are not right in the head, but a deal's a deal. And this isn't the first time someone's asked for this.
Jisung sighs, stripping himself of his clothes.
He raises an eyebrow at you and snaps his fingers to get your attention.
You tilt your head in confusion, but understand what he means when he points down at your dress.
The fabric slides off your shoulders, pooling around your ankles. You're left in nothing but your panties.
He snaps his fingers and all your equipment floats in the air. Even though you know he's powerful, you still get surprised by the sight.
Jisung: You want me to tie you up myself? Or do you want me to make it easier for the both of us?
Y/n: Doesn't matter. Also... Why are you so chill about this?
Jisung: This happens a lot.
Y/n: Don't demons need to know our names in order to take our souls.
Jisung: Obviously.
Y/n: But I haven't told you my name.
Jisung: And you don't have to. It's written on the outside of that laptop behind you.
Indeed it was.
You shrug and climb onto the bed when he hovers over you, literally.
Jisung: Demon form now or work up to it?
Y/n: Work up to it please.
Jisung: Safe word?
Y/n: Didn't think I needed one.
Jisung: I'm a demon, not an asshole.
Y/n: Oh... Then the safe word is Flower.
The ropes magically bind your wrists and ankles very tightly. Jisung looks up and grabs one of the knives floating above his head.
He looks down at you and smirks before carving into your neck. His tongue licks up and down, blood deliciously coating his tongue.
Jisung: Fuck, you taste good.
The bed dips down when he kneels right next to you, carving his intials into your collarbone. He licks the blood there too, moaning at the taste.
He hasn't had a good meal in a few weeks, so this was killing multiple birds with one stone.
You're breathing heavily as he continues carving at your skin, drinking the blood from those areas. He reaches your swollen cunt, glistening pussy begging him to be touched.
Three fingers pump into your cunt, not letting you adjust to his long digits. He works you open, watching you squirm and and moan at being used like this.
Y/n: Gonna cum.
He's knuckles deep into your hole, pumping until his fingers are wet from your slick.
Jisung: This isn't even enough prep for my cock, pet.
You gulp.
He was already big, his demon dick must be monstrous.
Jisung: How do you feel about fisting?
An involuntary moan escapes your lips, making his smug expression even more sinister.
He shoves his three fingers into you again, watching you scream as he works his way to punching his entire fist into your gummy walls.
His entire wrist disappears inside you. You're already shaking when it's barely your second orgasm.
Jisung: How cute. You're already far gone.
That's when he grabs three of your dildos, turning them into one huge monster dildo.
He slowly slides it up and down your folds. You whine at the sensitivity, desperately trying to close your legs. But the movement only makes them magically pull you back in place.
Jisung: Oh, silly Y/n. I'm gonna have my fun with you.
He gives no warning as he shoves the huge dildo into your tight pussy. The stretch has you screaming and crying, your face scrunched in pain.
He snaps his fingers again and watches the dildo fuck itself into you so fast, you'd think it wasn't moving. But you feel it pulling in and out as your cunt begs for a break.
His hands squeeze your breasts painfully, but you still shake in pleasure.
Jisung: Look at you. What happened to the desperate and pathetic little human who wanted to exchange her soul for one night with a demon, hm? Now so nonchalant now, are you?
You don't even answer him, you can't. Not when your orgasm was so intense that you blackout for a second.
You try to catch your breath, but the dildo doesn't stop pumping inside you.
Jisung: God, it's been so long. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back with you.
Y/n: T-Then don't.
Jisung: It might kill you, human. Then your soul would be automatically mine.
Y/n: I'm okay with that.
Jisung: If you say so.
You gasp when he turns into his demon form.
He was already tall, but now he's nine feet tall, claws coming out of his fingertips, horns adorning the crown of his head, razor sharp fangs, and has an eighteen inch long cock.
You gulp, not thinking this through.
He climbs over you and throws the dildo on the floor. He shoves his cock into you, hips slamming against your ass faster than the dildo.
You can feel him in your guts, maybe even further. Your body was shutting down from the amount of pain and pleasure, going limp against the mattress.
He just rams his monster cock into you until he cums deep into your body, all of it spilling out of you like a drainage pipe.
He pulls out, turning back to his original size.
Your sex toys get placed on your desk, the ropes free you of it's restricting hold.
Your breathing is labored, heartbeat too faint for a healthy human.
It wasn't until your body completely stills and your souls apoears in your hand that he realizes the situation. He just fucked you to your death and now he's got another soul to eat.
Other humans will find you eventually.
Jisung: I did warn her. Oh well!
He snaps his fingers and his clothes are back on his body. He teleports back to Hell, right where he was last seen - even Taeyong's still there.
Taeyong: So, I see you made a deal. Very proud of you.
Jisung: And got a good fuck out if it, too.
Taeyong: Please tell me you didn't fuck a corpse.
Jisung: I'm not a fucking idiot. The deal was to fuck her and I get her soul. Not my fault she croaked.
Taeyong: Right... Well, We've got a meeting with Kun.
Jisung: Why?
Taeyong: Yangyang's missing.
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a/n: i don't like this ʕ •̥ ˕ ก ʔ thanks for reading anyway ‹𝟹
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