Wdyt Of Headcanons Of Bff!jongho And His Gentle Habit Of Running The Tip Of His Nose, Lips, And Fingers

wdyt of headcanons of bff!jongho and his gentle habit of running the tip of his nose, lips, and fingers across your skin and u reciprocate so the tension gets thicker and thicker each time but on a random rainy day, while cuddling, your fingers trace up his thighs and somewhere below his belly button and he SNAPS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

NO WAIT WAIT WAIT 🤚🏻🤚🏻🤚🏻🛑🛑🛑 IM SUCh A SUCKER FOR SOFT AND LIGHT TOUCHES??? AND JONGHO IS THE PERFECT CONTENDER FOR THIS BC I SEE IT????

I want to see Jongho’s face and reaction when you trail your fingertips up and down his thigh absentmindedly. It starts off playful and Jongho likes the way it tickles since he does it so often—pressing soft kisses against your nose, temple, thighs and you always squeal when he does that. When you do it, it sends electricity down his spine too, and he adores it. Just one problem, it’s starting to get him hot and bothered for some reason when you do it to him.

Jongho pretends he doesn’t notice, but the higher your hands trail up his thighs, the more his breath hitches, and then when your hand is hovering over his pelvic region, his hand grabs yours and you’re staring right at his unreadable expression.

Before you know it, he has you trapped underneath him, his hands are pining both your wrists down.

He asks, “and just what do you think you’re trying to do?” You would shrug innocently.

“You always do that,” you’d reply innocently. Jongho only stares back. Oh boy does he want to ruin you so bad. He drags your clothes off you, one by one before he completely undresses himself, his cock slapping against his lower abdomen as he sighs.

Soon enough you find yourself taking his thick cock up your sopping cunt. Your legs are resting over his shoulders, tears streaking down your face as you take every fucking inch Jongho gives you. His fat cock is amazing at sending sparks beneath your eyelids every time he has you filled up and whining, and he’s just soaking in the completely fucked out expression you give him whenever he renters you to break you over and over again.

He bites and sucks against your legs that are propped up on his shoulders as you completely fall apart when your orgasm hits you, whining so fucking loud when Jongho intentionally slows down his thrusts when you’re shaking from the orgasm with a smirk.

To be fair, he’s not lasting any longer than you are—he’s biting the inside of his cheek when you’re fluttering over his rigid cock with your convulsing walls, accompanied by you screaming his name like a mantra.

He becomes completely undone—jerking forward with a moan and a string of curses as he spurts and empties right into your tight hole, so much that it’s starting to leak out of you. He pulls out, and a few more spurts land on your tummy.

Jongho’s ready to take a bunch of tissues to clean the both of you up, but he halts his tracks when your hand grabs his wrist, and you’re looking up at him with those sinful eyes, and you murmur, “not enough, babe. Need more.”

It take him less than a spilt second to grow rock hard again at your perfect little fucked out state, still begging for him to fuck you until your mind breaks. He glances at the window—the thunderstorm is still raging on—before his attention is back onto you, as he climbs over your frame, rubbing his cock against your ruined folds, watching you sigh before your face contorts into pleasure once more.

strawberry cake

word count: 1.3k

warnings: afab!reader, reader x jisung, consensual somnophilia, smut - MINORS DNI.

synopsis: jisung fucks you in your sleep idk there's no other plot here

i’m wet and you’re not home to help me 

i’m going to bed 

don’t wake me up when you get back

(i’m wearing the shorts)

11:09 pm

these are the texts jisung was met with when he finally got a chance to look at his phone. it was almost midnight, his muscles hurt beyond compare and his eyelids felt like lead when he tried to blink, but the simple message that you had sent him made his entire body sing in excitement. 

it wasn’t often that you allowed him this - you liked to be awake to watch his features morph in ecstasy when he first sank into you, wanted to witness the way his eyes rolled back into his head when he came. today was a different case though; you genuinely were tired, and you knew that even if you tried to stay awake for him that you would fall asleep halfway through, and wouldn’t that be a kick to jisung’s self esteem?

so you created this system of sorts. a pair of sleep shorts that you bought that was in a color you never usually wore, just so there was no chance of confusion. a signal that jisung was allowed to do whatever he wanted to you, whether or not you were awake - when you first brought it up to him he was apprehensive, but neither one of you could ignore the way his cock jumped in his boxers at the idea.

just like it was now, as he was rushing through packing his bag so he could make it home to you. he makes it home in what must be a record breaking time, nearly sweating in excitement the entire way. if he got any judgemental looks from the way he bumped into people as he sped by, he didn’t notice, too focused on his goal to give them a sparing thought.

your body was a lump under the comforter when he finally approached you, blankets pulled around you like a cocoon so only your face was still visible. he almost felt bad at the thought of having to remove you from the warmth, but his neediness won over it. 

he takes his clothes off hastily, shivering when the cold air hit his feverish skin, but he paid it no mind - there was one thing running through his thoughts right now and it was making his dick harden at an alarming rate. 

he kneels on the side of the bed, peeling back the comforter just to make sure the shorts were still on - they were, of course they were. you wouldn’t tease him like that, but even when you were asleep your consent was important. he wouldn’t do anything to betray your trust. 

you weren’t a light sleeper, which worked to his benefit. the cold air didn’t cause you to stir at all even though you were clad in a old bralette and skimpy shorts. he could see the outline of your nipples hardening through the fabric of your bralette, though, and he couldn’t resist from reaching towards them to rub at them with his thumbs. if awake, you would have shivered and whined, sensitivity ruling over your impulses, but now you don’t react at all. it was like you were a doll, and if your chest wasn’t rising and falling with your breaths he might believe that you were. 

if his cock wasn’t hard before, it certainly was now. 

he couldn’t resist from stopping to look at you, a rare thing that you don’t usually allow him to do when you were awake. his eyes roamed from the curve of your nose to the dark circles under your eyes to the plush bow of your lips, features completely relaxed. you’re beautiful. his hand moves up to your face, cupping it gently and moving it towards him so he could press a gentle kiss to your forehead. even though you didn’t feel it, he wanted you to know that he loves you. 

god, he loves you so much.

you let out a soft snuff of breath when he grazes his hands over your hips and he freezes, watching your features carefully until he was sure that they remained soft with sleep. while he wouldn’t mind you being awake, that wasn’t part of the plan. you had said not to wake you up, and he was nothing if not obedient. 

he pulls your shorts down to reveal your bare pussy, panties left off and a wet patch glistening on the crotch of your shorts. had you touched yourself before going to bed, thinking of him? did you come, moaning his name and wishing it was on his dick? or did you edge yourself, priming your body for him, making it ready?

either way, the evidence of your arousal was enough to make him snap as he crawls over you, a dangerously possessive look on his face as he finally takes his cock in his hand. he runs the tip of it through your folds, collecting your slick on him, and the feeling of it makes him let out a groan. he lowers his head to your neck as he pushes in, the slide easy from how lax your body was. He let out a shaky breath as he pushed fully into your tight heat as he moves his lips to your pulse point. the slow, rhythmic rush of blood follows through to his hips as he thrusts in small motions, holding himself back from taking you the way he so desperately wanted to. 

he took your limp hands in his, intertwining your fingers together before pressing them to the mattress above your head. holding you down, even though you weren’t awake to move regardless. he backs up a bit as he picks up his rhythm, focusing on the tiny furrow of your brow and the way your mouth twisted up in pleasure. 

you were clenching around him without restraint, like your body was unconsciously trying to keep him inside of you. he let go of one of your hands, wrapping his fingers around both of your wrists to keep them in place as his free hand wandered down your body to your clit. he rubbed at it experimentally, gasping when your hips jerked up to meet his automatically. he started a slow rhythm with his fingers as he continued fucking into you. your breaths was coming out in short huffs, lips parting again and again with every one, your body responding to the stimulation in a way your mind likely wasn’t. he wonders what you were dreaming about, if you were; he hopes that it’s about him. 

without warning, your body shakes through a helpless orgasm but you remain asleep, eyes fluttering behind your lids. jisung barely has time to spare a thought of how that was even possible before he was hurtling towards his own, the rhythmic clenching of your cunt milking everything out of him until he was barely able to hold himself up over you. he collapses next to you, pressing kiss after kiss to whatever part of your body he could reach, whispering praises to you in between that fell on deaf ears.

when he could stand without his legs feeling like jelly he cleans you up, gently wiping at your dripping hole with a warm washcloth, fixated on the way you clenched on nothing when he passed over your swollen clit. he throws the rag to the side, climbing back over you so he could settle himself at your side and when he looked at you - 

your eyes were open. 

“how long have you been awake?” jisung asks, blinking at you.

“since you started panting into my neck,” you giggle, reaching for him so you could pull him into your side. “you seemed to like me being asleep though, so i pretended.”

“god, it was so hot,” he says, looking up at you with shiny eyes, embarrassingly fond of you. “what did i do to deserve you?”

“well,” you take his wrist, guiding his hand down towards your stomach. “i can think of a few things you can do now.”

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