rating: 18+. mdni.
content: noncon, jisung x reader
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jisung's not a kid anymore. far from it. nothing about him reflects the child everyone insists on treating him as. his shoulders are broad and his voice is deep, he towers over all those he knows and his features have angled and hardened, he's in university for fucks sake. he's grown.
it irks him to be treated like a child. but what irks him most is that he is older than you are but you are not doted on in the way he is. you're treated as an equal. like he should be. and you seemed to revel in it. in jisung's eyes, you knew how much it bothered him and you fed into it, sending him glances that made his blood boil whenever an off comment about him was thrown around.
so, he couldn't control himself, losing his temper when you strolled into the small apartment he shared with jeno and renjun, lazily making your way towards him and ruffling his hair with a teasing and drawn out, "little jisungie."
jisung couldn't stop himself as he caught your wrists, pinning you to the couch he sat on, face hovering over your own as he easily overpowered you. you struggled beneath him, the look in your eyes making you appear so small.
jisung quickly fumbled with your panties, losing himself in the way you appeared so helpless and scared as you realized his intentions. he groaned as he pumped his dick, using his other large hand to hold your wrists.
he hissed as he sank into you, watching the instant contorting of your features. he thought back to the teasing look in your eyes and wondered if you regretted your actions after feeling the painful sting as you struggled to take his full size. you were gasping and tears started brimming in your eyes as he forced himself to bottom out, balls pressing into your ass as he tried to force himself deeper despite the fact that he had no more to give, and he didn't think there was more you could take. though, jisung knew that in the back of his mind, he didn't care about what you could take, he just wanted to see more tears pour from your glossy, fearful eyes.
there's no way you see him as a child now that he's rutting into you, relishing in the tight squeeze around his cock and the weakening thrashing beneath him. he whispered his own teasing comments into your ear, loving the whimpers and weak apologies as he proclaimed that he was older than you. he was stronger, and you, you were just a weak little thing. and jisung wouldn't be through with you until he was sure that you wouldn't forget it.
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heads up! poly minsung. food mentions. summer heat.
jisung’s face falls into your neck barely seconds after he collapses onto the couch next to you. despite how awful the weather is now and the fact your AC unit it working overtime, jisung seems to fit into the spot next to you without a care.
“my world?” his eyes are twinkling. he wants something—the term of endearment is a sign of that. he calls you and minho things like ‘honey’ and ‘baby’ and ‘love,’ but ‘my world’ and equally saccharine things are when he’s laying it on particularly thick.
“yes, my light?”
he smiles against your skin, planting the tiniest of kisses against your neck. “i want ice cream.”
you look at him, and he flashes you a cheesy smile. “my moon? i’ll melt if i go outside.”
neither of you speak. you hear the bedroom door open, followed by footsteps… and then the fridge opens. you both lean up enough to see minho uncapping a bottle of water, having just woken up from a nap.
you both call out at the same time: “honey?”
minho looks over. “hm?”
“we want ice cream,” jisung smiles at him, and you nod along. “can you go for us?”
minho looks over to you for a second, and sees how you smile at him, too, and then makes his way over. “what do you two want? i’ll run to the closest store.”
(the perks of having a boyfriend who loves the two of you more than life.)
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