I'm Crying Rn- Is It Possible To Fall In Love With Someones Smile Cause Thats What Happened So I Was

I'm crying rn- is it possible to fall in love with someones smile cause thats what happened😭😭 So I was chatting with my friend[lets call him orange] and orange decided to show me a picture of him and his new friend[lets call his friend peach😭], so he did....UGH PEACHES SMILE WAS SOOO CUTEEE😭 And when I met peach, he seemed really nicee!! I told orange that I had a crush on peach and he teased me so much i swear- BUT he promised not to tell anyone🥰🥰 Idk but i'm not ready for a relationship but I really like peach 😕

I need help. Serious. Help.

[I have a crush😭]

I'll protect you bby, don't you worry!! Lemme call in the special reinforcements 😤

[This is a code red situation]

THIS IS SO CUTE😭😭 WHEN I SAW HIS ARM DURING THE PERFORMANCE I WAS SOO CURIOUSS turns out he injured his arm i think from boxing?? Poor Lino😭 hopefully he's fine now

Loved this, thanks for tagging me in🩷💖

thinking about pampering minho and kissing his ouchys and treating him like a princess until he feels better :((((((((

-gimmeurtmi

can i combine these two a lil because 😭 i wanna kiss him so badlyyyy

“I told you I’m fine.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Sure, now say it like you actually want me to believe it,” you scoffed.

Minho’s face drew into a scowl he swallowed his retort, just watched you rub the cream into his aching wrist. When you accidentally ever so slightly bent it in the wrong direction in the process, he hissed, but immediately straightened, trying to play it off. Dammit.

But to his surprise you didn’t gloat, didn’t give him a look that said ‘I told you so’. No, you just lifted his hand to your lips and pressed a feather-light kiss to his fingers, whispering gentlest, “sorry, baby.”

He watched you intently, how your soft lips grazed his skin, how your lashes cast gentle shadows over your cheeks, how gently you held his wrist. When you straightened up, he immediately looked away.

“You don’t have to do this, the cream smells like shit,” he murmured petulantly, his stare burning holes into his stupid achy wrist.

“I don’t care,” you said simply as you put his hand back into his own leg. Minho’s heart seized painfully in his chest when you suddenly got up and walked towards the door. Were you gonna leave? Surely not just like this, right. You’d say goodbye. You’d kiss him. He didn’t want you to leave.

None of those thoughts were formulated into a coherent thought, his mouth opening and closing stupidly as he watched you walk out. Then he heard the bathroom sink running and he breathed out a sigh of relief. His heart was still hammering in his chest. He was so not fine.

You realised something was wrong as soon as you got back to his room and closed the door behind you.

“Did you think I was just going to leave you?” you asked gently as you walked back over to him, carding your hand through his still wet hair. He grimaced. Did you also somehow learn to read his goddamn mind. Absentmindedly, he raised his head but he immediately knew he was fucked when he met your eyes, all big and soft and comforting. All the frustration bubbled over and a fat tear rolled down his cheek.

Your eyes widened and you brought your other hand to cup his cheeks and then he started crying properly.

“It hurt so bad during the performance when the bandage came off,” he mumbled, wincing when you pulled away from him.

“Shh, it’s okay, keep talking, I’ll just get the bed ready, okay?” you said with a soft kiss to the crown of his head. So he did, he kept talking as he watched you move around the room, drawing the blinds and turning off the big light and getting water from the mini fridge.

“It felt like someone was stabbing a knife into it and it made me so paranoid, like what if I was making it irreparably worse, you know. But that’s not even the worst part. I didn’t want anyone to know I was injured because I know how they get and …”

He squeezed his eyes shut. A quiet whisper of his name ripped him from his thoughts and he turned around to where you had slid into bed, patting the spot next to you. He obeyed wordlessly, crawling into the soft sheets and scooting closer into your warmth. He looked into your eyes for a second, but then threw his arm around your waist dipped his head down until it was resting in the crook of your neck. It was easier to talk like this, when he didn’t have the chance to see and overthink every one of your reactions.

“I just feel like I’ve constantly been … broken. Good for nothing,” he mumbled and his eyes started burning again. A silent tear rolled from his eyes and into the material of your shirt. One of your hands started soothingly rubbing up and down his back.

“Like, first, it was the whole thing at the VMAs, then that car accident, and now … this. And this one was all my fault as well …”

He trailed off, the hand that had been resting on your shirt slowly balling into a fist.

“And then everyone keeps telling me I seem cold – I just … I can’t do anything right,” his chest tightened and he tried to hold back a sob, but when he said the next words, his voice broke pathetically. “And my wrist really fucking hurts.”

You didn’t say anything, just brought your arms around him to cradle him into your chest and he … let go. Let go of all of the shitty feelings he had been bottling up for the last days in order to get through the performances. He still tried to hold back his sobs, but there was no holding back the tears.

After what felt like forever, his eyes finally dried up. His face felt hot and simultaneously dry and sticky from where he had been burying in the material of your shirt for so long. He wanted to pull back, to wipe the his eyes but … he probably looked like shit. A lot worse than you had ever seen him look. But his neck was aching and his cheek was wet and …

When he lifted his head he met your eyes and you were smiling at him softly, but not pityingly.

“Do you want me to get you some painkillers?” you asked gently and it took him a few seconds to process your question, the natural follow up to the last thing he said before his tears had started overflowing. This was an easy question, he could do this. He nodded. You smiled at him again and threw back the covers to leave. A primal kind of panic ripped through Minho and before he could control himself he had wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you against him with a whine. He buried his burning face in your shoulder, too embarrassed to look at you but too needy to let go.

Your whole chest shook as you chuckled.

“I just need to go to your dresser and get them, baby,” you whispered with a sweet kiss to his hair, “I’ll be back in two seconds.”

Minho pulled back only enough to pout up at you. Your eyes softened even further, something he hadn’t thought was possible. You caressed his cheek softly and he felt like if he was a cat, he would’ve started purring.

“You can count. Count to three and I’ll be back, yeah?” you chuckled and slowly extricated yourself from his arms. He leaned back and watched as you sat up, the material of your sleep shirt riding up to expose the soft skin of your waist. He shivered at the absence of your warmth.

He briefly considered just counting very fast, but he the thought of the kind of bickering that would lead to was enough to make his bones ache with tiredness.

So he counted. One. You got up and walked to the dresser. Two. You opened the top drawer and rooted around until you found the painkillers. Three. You skipped back the bed in a hurry and dove under the covers with a giggle.

“See?” you said breathlessly, triumphantly, eyes sparkling in the dim light as you gave him a giddy smile, and he couldn’t help the matching one pulling at his own lips. You held the medicine out to him.

“Take one and we can cuddle.”

He didn’t even nod, just took one of the pills and washed it down with water. When he turned back, you opened your arms for him and he slid back into your warm embrace, his head coming to rest on your chest. Usually he was the one cuddling you and he wondered if this is how you always felt. So safe and sheltered and … happy.

Your hand returned to his his head, tangling into his hair, gently scratching at his scalp. The other was rubbing up and down the arm he had slung over your waist.

“I know you probably don’t want to talk about it,” you started and he stiffened slightly. Truth be told he didn’t know what he wanted, but the thought of the outside world made him bury himself deeper into the comforting warmth of your body.

“But I want to say: I think you’re being very hard on yourself, much harder than you would be on anyone else.”

You were probably right.

“Like, if Jisung or Jeongin were in your position, would you say they could never do anything right? Would you tell them it was their fault?”

Minho scoffed, his fingers slipping under the fabric of your shirt, finding the soft warmth of your skin. His eyes were growing heavy, exhaustion pulling at his bones.

“Of course not, these things just happen,” he mumbled and then sighed. Fuck, you were right.

You just hummed, but didn’t say anything else, dragging your fingertips through his hair and tangling your legs with his.

Minho listened to your heartbeat until it evened out and only then did he pull back enough to look into your eyes.

“Thank you,” he whispered and you gave him another sweet smile, rubbing your nose against his gently. He tipped his chin forward and pressed his lips to yours, kissing you gently, reverently, gratefully.

“Always.”

Minho kissed your lips again before he tucked his head back into your neck.

His eyes fluttered shut and he fell into a dreamless sleep.

Thank you😭😭 Yes, I am feeling better now. Wow 14 hour difference- where do you live thats crazy😰

HI LOVEYYY!! How are you today? 💚 also, is there a name you’d like me to call you? 🥰

HIIIIIIII!!!! I'm doing fine, super sleepy lmao. Hm, tbh you can call me anything, but even though its not my real name haha, you can call me rinoa💞💞

Hi hun!

A perm tag list is basically a list of people I tag for every post

Like tonight, I'll be uploading a mommy headcannon for Han

When it's posted I can tag you!

Xoxo

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OH!! Okay! Thanks for adding me😊💞

omg you dont like those kind of fics- omg😭😭😭I DID NOT KNOW- I tagged you earlier in a sad fic, I'll go change it😭😭😭😭Sorry!💞

i read a fic earlier today it was absolutely heartbreaking but still beautiful can i tag you in it?

Thank you for thinking of me but please don't. I don't read sad/angsty fics :(

Haha, I enjoyed alot!! I'm glad I made you feel Honoured 🥹💞💞

[Followed you, ur so nice]

SCREAM — CHAPTER [13] of RED LIGHTS [18+!]

“You’re insane,” is all you can let out.

“Insanely attracted to you.”

You scoff, “Stop messing around.”

“Oh, I was just about to start, doll.”

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💻 Four months ago: When you end up running into your ex boyfriend at a house party, you decide to search for the vodka your best friend hides in his storage room. But instead you find your enemy there who is very destined to make you forget about your past lover.

❗️You, Y/N, are part of this year’s season of Red Lights, starring as the main character, surrounded by eight very different men that you have all met before. In order to decide how the story unfolds and what happens in following episodes, select an option for the poll after reading a chapter.

🛷 CONTENT INFO: skz ot8 x afab reader [not at the same time], pls refer to masterlist for more info, reality/dating show AU, minors do not interact since it includes topics only suitable for adults, content warning under the cut

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🥀 CONTENT WARNING: explicit sexual content [includes oral (f receiving), semi-public encounters, degradation, squirting, reader gets called doll, baby and slut], alcohol consumption, mention of breakup

The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Minors do not interact, this post contains mature topics. By reading you consent to nsfw content and agree that you have read all the warnings above carefully.

You’re convinced by now he must have done it on purpose. Jisung’s greatest birthday wish must have been to humiliate you and he achieved exactly that.

Big brown eyes stare at her. You think she’s one of the birthday boy’s colleagues and you couldn’t care less if she wasn’t currently all over your ex boyfriend.

Yes, someone—most definitely Jisung himself—must have invited Minho to the party. As far as you know they have talked maybe twice in their life which is why you don’t get what your ex is doing here. Therefore, Jisung must have brought him here with the intention of hurting you.

“Are you okay, Y/N? You’ve been sipping on this gin tonic for an hour now.”

It’s funny that your best friend worries about you when you’re not drinking—although it would be a good idea to drown your sorrows in alcohol. However, you don’t want to do anything that could end very embarrassing for you. The night is already too much of a disaster while you’re sober.

“Why… why is he here, Chan?”

Your best friend is sipping on some lemonade. Despite him living here together with Jisung in the shared apartment, he has offered the guests to drive them home—the gentlemen he is. Well, he’s also doing a new workout program which requires him to stay sober at all times.

“I believe it’s because Jisung is celebrating his birthday together with Jooyeon and apparently Minho and him are friends,” Chan explains. “ They have known each other for years since their families are close or something. Jisung told him that it isn’t a good idea but Jooyeon couldn’t be convinced.”

Oh. So—it wasn’t your enemies evil plan after all? Or is Chan just trying to calm you down? No. Your best friend would never lie to you and despite that, you can tell whenever he’s not telling the truth.

In addition to that, your worst nightmare—also known as Han Jisung—has also tried to convince his friend to not invite Minho? Maybe because of… you? When your ex and you were still a couple, Jisung had always been pretty neutral, almost distant around him so you would have expected him to not really care if Minho attends his party or not.

“Ji– Jisung tried to convince him not to come?”

And here you were thinking that he was the one to invite him on purpose. Well—can you blame yourself? Jisung and you have never gotten along since you first met even though Chan has been his roommate and other best friend. Your hatred towards him is mostly caused because of him dating your close friend Sooji in the first year of college and dumping her for no reason. He just ghosted her out of the blue and talked shit about her.

It’s part of your ‘girl’s support girls code’ to automatically hate him too, right? On top of that, he’s never made a move to come clear with you either. By now he must reciprocate those feelings—you can tell since he takes every chance to make fun of you when you’re together in your shared friend group.

“Yes. He told me,” Chan replies.

“Wow, you could almost think that he has a heart,” you chuckle.

Your best friend rolls his eyes, “Y/N… I know you don’t like him but he’s not evil.”

Raising one eyebrow, you look at Chan. “That’s what he makes you believe…”

You turn around, gaze hovering towards your ex boyfriend, who’s currently whispering something to the girl in front of him. Minho’s fingers are placed on her lower arm, pulling her closer.

“Hey, look at me,” Chan interrupts your zoned out state.

“Hm?”

“If you want to go home, I can drive you at any time,” he informs you. “I’m staying sober anyway. But how about you just make the best out of it?”

Wow. Chan makes it sound so fucking easy. You’ve come so far these past nine months. You’ve almost got over your stupid asshole of an ex boyfriend just for him to show up at a party which you didn’t want to attend in the first place.

“How am I supposed to make the best out of seeing my ex nine months after him breaking up with me without giving me a reason?”

Chan looks at you with apologetic eyes, a hand coming to your shoulder to softly stroke it, “Baby…”

“No, don’t ‘baby’ me, Christopher,” you tell him, taking a step back.

“Then let’s at least try to make the best of it. You can’t avoid your fears forever,” he suggests.

Well—what else are you supposed to do, anyway? Maybe getting a little bit of alcohol should be fine. Just enough for you to not care about Minho’s presence anymore. You could look around and search for Hyunjin. That introvert is probably hiding in some corner, maybe sketching the scene of the party. Annoying your roommate sounds like a good idea, if you’re honest.

“Yeah… maybe you’re right. But I think I need something stronger than this,” you say, looking at your cup filled with gin and tonic. Chan always mixes drinks that are not strong at all. Unfortunately, Seungmin couldn’t make it to the party tonight—with his bartender skills you would have already been wasted by now.

Just when you’re about to go to the kitchen, Chan gets greeted by someone. Of course. That guy has friends all over the globe.

“If you need anything, let me know, yeah?”

You nod and let him engage in the conversation with his acquaintance, before you head to the room of your destination. Jisung and Chan’s apartment is cramped which makes it even less spacious now with so many guests inside. You can hardly tell where you’re going but somehow you make it to the kitchen.

Passing some couples that are making out in the corners and on top of the counters you get reminded that you’re glad about the fact that Hyunjin and you are too introverted to ever have an obscene party like this. Rummaging around in the shelves where you know your best friend and his annoying roommate store their alcohol, you search for something specific, before you plan to look around for Hyunjin.

However, the vodka is nowhere to be found and since you’re a recurring guest and Chan has never had anything against you helping yourself when it comes to his stocks of alcohol, you decide to head towards where the beverages should be.

So, you exit the kitchen again—needing more time than you would have liked—and walk a straight line to the apartment’s storage room.

Fuck. The vodka has to be somewhere here—you know exactly that Chan hides it in one of those dusty boxes–

“Y/N.”

Oh, no.

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Anyone but him.

“Jisung,” you say his name before getting up.

He walks inside the room now, turning on another lamp before closing the door behind him.

“Looking for something specific?”

“None of your business,” you hiss.

Shit. Where on earth is that stupid vodka?

“Oh, this is for sure my business because last time I checked you are in my apartment at my birthday party,” he tells you, clicking his tongue.

When you look at him for the first time you fear your heart might stop—his hair has gotten a lot longer, dark curls decorating his pretty face. He’s dressed in a black leather jacket and baggy jeans, navy nail polish highlighting his style.

Yes. That’s the biggest issue with Han Jisung. He isn’t only your so-called enemy but unfortunately also a very attractive one. You can’t deny it, after all you have eyes. It feels so toxic to admit it but on top of his beauty, the way he's always teasing you adds to it.

But you hate him. Absolutely. After all he’s done to Sooji, you will never like him. However, this doesn’t hold you back from sometimes having unholy thoughts about him that you shouldn’t have.

The worst of all this is—and you’re not even aware of it—if you gave Jisung a chance, you’d get along quite well. You’re pretty similar personality wise and share a lot of interests. There’s more than meets the eye to that dilemma with your friend some years ago but Jisung is too much of a coward to tell you the truth for two reasons.

First, he doesn’t want to be the deliverer of the message that your friend absolutely lied to you and that she was the one to talk shit about him. Because, second, Jisung didn’t dump her because he’s some fuckboy but she found out that he developed a crush on you which made her break things off with him and start a rumour out of jealousy. He had never been toxic to Sooji at any time given but his kindness was taken for granted.

“Hm, I am here,” you continue. “Just like Minho who you’ve decided to invite.”

Jisung looks at you dumbfounded. Minho is the last guy he wants to see here. After all, the potential of you and him even talking is enough to let jealousy bubble up in his body.

“What? I didn’t invite him. What makes you think I did?”

Why would Jisung want Minho here in the first place? He’s always hated that the guy even dated you for so long. Sure, he’s not relieved about the fact that he broke your heart but quite glad that you’re not a couple anymore.

You, on the other side, are just angry. Angry at Minho. Angry at Jisung. Angry at the world. Sometimes you’re just like that—fury gaining power over your body, annoyance spreading through your veins that makes you say provocative shit that you for sure will regret later.

“You… you just destroy everything… the same with Sooji back then–“

“What did she tell you?” Jisung immediately intervenes.

It’s like he’s been waiting for this moment for years now. You’ve never up until this day talked about the incident between him and your friend. Although, he could always tell that you’re distant because of it—on top of that, Chan couldn’t shut up for too long. So, this is why he immediately blurts out the question he’s been dying to ask.

“That you dumped her, duh,” you tell him. Why’s he even asking? Sooji let everyone on campus know what a fuckboy Jisung is. You totally understand her.

“Hm, I see,” Jisung won’t tell you the real reason the thing between them ended. He won’t give this triumph to you, not yet. “Of course she told you that. I’m not surprised.”

“Yes and I believe her,” you say. What a pity. But then again—as mentioned before—Jisung won’t reveal the secret Sooji has been hiding from you. That’s a thing between you and your friend and even if he was gonna share it you wouldn’t believe him anyway.

However, it doesn’t hold him back from shamelessly flirting with you—after all he’s noticed quite well how you’ve been ogling him for the past five minutes. You’re so obvious it’s almost adorable.

“I could make you feel good, you know… so when you walk out this little room, I promise you that Minho will know you’ve just gotten your brains fucked out,” Jisung suggests with a smirk.

Fuck. He speaks exactly like he’s done in all those fantasies you’ve had about him. Your enemy has to stop messing with your head.

Ignoring the sensation building up in your lower belly, you allow him to get closer to you, staying right where you are.

“You think so highly of yourself, don’t you?” you hiss back.

“I don’t just think so, I am speaking the truth,” he replies, clicking his tongue. “Let’s call Sooji right now and ask her how many times I’ve made her cum in a row just with my tongue and fingers.”

Jealousy erupts in your stomach by the idea of Jisung and Sooji together although it’s been a couple of years since they dated.

“You’re insane,” is all you can let out.

“Insanely attracted to you,” he answers, cocking his head before he takes a few steps further until he cages you between the shelf behind you and his body.

You’re afraid he might hear how fast and loud your heart is beating at that moment. God. You need to calm down. You can’t let him win. But then again—both your heart and unfortunately your pussy are trying to convince you of the exact opposite of what your brain is saying right now.

You scoff, “Stop messing around.”

Your gaze flies somewhere else, desperately trying to avoid him so he doesn’t see how flustered you are.

“Oh, I was just about to start, doll.”

One hand lands on the furniture behind you as your head snaps up at him.

“Are you for real?”

If he’s just saying this to make fun of you your dignity will basically be dead. You can’t risk getting humiliated by Han Jisung—unless it’s in a way you’ve thought about before, alone at night in your bed, two fingers inside your cunt, wishing they were his.

“Absolutely,” he says with a serious voice now.

Oh. He’s not joking. Fuck. This can’t be real. But it is. His eyes are burning with lust, while you feel your panties dripping from arousal. No one has ever had this effect on you. Maybe agreeing to this offer will both help you get rid of the confusion about Minho and Jisung?

What’s wrong about getting your brains fucked out by your enemy, right?

For a second you think about what Sooji would say and if you’re betraying her if you let Jisung touch you. But then you look back at him again and see how eager he is, basically drooling at the idea to pleasure you.

Speaking of, why is he even offering that? Hopefully not in some way to humiliate either you or Sooji more.

“What’s in it for you?”

He raises one eyebrow, “I don’t need anything. I just really enjoy eating pussy, you know?”

And with the seriousness in his voice you believe him. Jisung leaves out the crush that he still has on you that has a huge influence on this proposition as well.

“Okay. Only this. No sex,” you say with a stern voice.

“Sure,” he replies, nodding. He won’t say no to that. It feels like winning the lottery that you allow him to touch you, he won’t be the one complaining.

“Then… go on…”

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, serious again.

“Uhm… yeah, why not?”

Jisung closes the gap between you, his mouth lying against yours and for a second you believe that earth stopped moving. You part your lips for him, inviting his tongue in, as the kiss grows in passion and heat. Your enemy lets out a grunt, already overwhelmed despite nothing much happening so far.

His hands wander to your waist, pulling you closer, before they travel further south. You spread your legs, allowing him space between your thighs while he starts playing with the hem of your dress. Fuck. When you first stepped into his apartment today, wearing that pathetic excuse of a skirt, he was afraid to get a boner right there in public.

These past years you’ve never bothered dressing up at his parties but something in the back of your mind convinced you to provoke him a little today.

Jisung brings two fingers to your drenched underwear. He chuckles, when he realises how absolutely soaked you are—you have to admit that you’ve never in your life been so wet before, it’s almost embarrassing.

He disconnects his lips from yours again, looking at you to search for any second guesses but all you do is hastily nod while heavy breaths and lustful whimpers spill from your lips. So, Jisung pushes the ruined fabric aside, not bothering to take it off.

He immediately finds your clit, as he starts drawing beautiful circles on it. You almost hit the back of your head on the shelf, unable to hold back the reaction he forces out of you—Jisung is fast to place his other hand between you and the furniture, saving you from actually hurting yourself. There’s something about this little gesture that makes your knees go weak—both in an arousing and emotional way.

But the thoughts don’t stay in your head any longer, when Jisung continues rubbing your sensitive bud, using his thumb now to keep two fingers busy at your entrance.

“Look at how wet this pussy is,” he says with a low voice and you let out an unapologetic moan.

It feels so fucking filthy to be here—inside a cramped storage room where anyone could walk in on you, seeing you begging your enemy to finally push his fingers into your cunt.

As if he’s able to read your mind, Jisung does exactly this, feeling you immediately clench around him. It’s so adorable how you don’t even seem to fight it—he would have expected you to be a tease, an absolute brat but maybe he prefers this version of you, so obediently allowing him to do whatever he wants.

“You look so fucking pretty with my fingers inside your cunt,” he tells you and you can’t help but giggle.

You feel your brain turn into mush, mouth slightly agape and legs parting further to give him more access to thrust his digits deeper into you. Jisung positions one of your heels on the shelf so that he can brush over that sweet spot inside you.

“Didn’t expect you to get so wet that fast… shit, you’re easy…”

Your enemy drops to his knees then, hovering your skirt upwards, as he’s on eye level with your pussy now. You swear you can see him salivating at the view—he’s dreamt about this for years after all.

“I-I’m not– e-easy,” you fight back between moans, not quite convincing.

Jisung spreads your pussy lips apart, taking in every moment of this astonishing sight in front of his eyes.

“So, you’re only like this with me, huh?”

You can’t reply this time. Your dignity is definitely dead by now but you can’t manage to let a single rational thought appear in your head, when Jisung is flicking his tongue over your clit for the first time, the thrusts of his fingers continuing.

“Cute little thing, can’t get enough of my tongue, hm?” he hums against your wetness.

Your hand finds his head, twirling the curls around while you cry out his name as if you’ve forgotten about every other word you’ve ever learnt.

“Shit– doll, yeah, just like that, scream my name, baby.”

Hastily nodding, you let out a giggle, nonsense leaving your mouth, as you grind yourself on his tongue.

“Pathetic little slut… didn’t expect you to go dumb just from my tongue…”

Fuck. The rough language just adds to it and you can’t do anything else than to agree with him. This is insane. Jisung is absolutely insane—ruining your pussy and you’d let him do it again and again.

He’s driving you close to the verge of cumming. Dangeroulsy close. Whenever he moans against your heat. Whenever he circles his tongue around your clit. Whenever he curls the by now three fingers inside your aching hole.

“Ji– fuck, right there, yeah, right there– oh–“ you manage to let out.

Stars are filling your vision, when you tip over the edge—for a second it feels as if you entered a new dimension, utmost pleasure taking over you. Your thighs are shaking, your throat burns from screaming Jisung’s name, when you squirt all over his face—a feeling you’ve never experienced before. The man between your legs doesn’t stop—he helps you ride out your high, by now absolutely pussy drunk because of you.

“You’re so fucking cute, I swear,” he says.

Once you’ve somewhat come down, he gets up from the floor and cleans some of your juices with his fingers, for the rest he uses some tissues he finds. He does the same with you, taking care of your fragile body.

Shit. This was it?

You can feel the tent inside his pants, when he leans closer—his crotch is pretty much covered by his long shirt, hiding the evidence of his arousal.

But you need more. You fucking need more of him.

“Jisung– please– I need– need your cock,” you beg him with awaiting eyes.

“Nah, we agreed on something else, doll,” he says before helping you adjust your dress.

A soft kiss gets placed on your cheek next, before he takes a step away and exits the room.

Results of poll 12 from WRAP ME IN PLASTIC [previous chapter]:

[Choosing autumn led to Jisung's backstory being revealed since it happened in September]

❤️‍🔥 AUTHOR’S NOTE: You made it! You chose my fave backstory of them all hahaha finally my man Jisung gets some screen time too even though it was just a flashback chapter :) Thank you so much for reading and all the love you keep on giving. I appreciate you guys a lot. Make sure to leave a comment, ask and/or reblog. Have a nice day and take care ❤️

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