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Fuck.

— 01:29AM

cw. age gap, creampie.

jisung had been crushing on your since you both were kids. well, more like him being the kid, and you being a teenager. you’re 5 years older than him. if you think about it, it is kind of weird for a 12 year old to have a crush on a 17 year old.

the first time jisung laid his eyes on you, you were over at his house, on the couch of the living room, giggling with his older sister.

“is that your brother?” he heard you ask his sister. he found your voice so soft and sweet, the total opposite of his sister’s.

“yeah! sung come here and say hi,” she waved for jisung to walk over so you could take a better look at him.

it was love at first sight for jisung. you looked so different from the girls in his class. the way your hair falls when you brush them out of your face. the perfect smile you flashed at him when you introduced yourself, the soft pat on his head when you called him cute.

jisung thought his crush on you would be over after awhile, but it didn’t. he found himself wanting to be stuck around you 24/7 when you were over. when his sister held sleepovers, he always slept beside you, all cuddly on the king size bed with you slotted in between the two sibling. not that you minded, in your eyes, he’s just your best friend’s younger brother.

“sung get out! it’s supposed to be a girls night.”

you laughed, telling her it’s alright to have her younger brother in the room (again). jisung’s heart bloomed when you pulled him into your embrace, having him sat on top of your lap.

“you’ve gotta stop babying him all the time,” she rolled her eyes, glaring at jisung, “this is the last. time. you hear me?!”

when jisung reached the age of 16, he realised that it was no longer a simple crush. during his sister’s 21st birthday, their parents were out, which lead up to her throwing a house party. she allowed jisung to invite a couple of his friends over so he wouldn’t feel alone.

on that very day, jisung and his friends stayed in his room all night. he only saw you once, when you peeked into through the door of his room to say hi.

“fuck! i lost again,” jisung’s friend—jeno, cursed as he threw the controller on the ground lightly, “the game is fucking rigged.”

“i won jisung earlier so i’ll just say that you suck at the game,” haechan, another one of jisung’s friend chuckled, taking a gulp out of the giant coke bottle on the floor.

“whatever, i’m gonna go grab some snacks from the kitchen. y’all want anything?” jisung got up, dusting his pants.

“anything’s fine.”

“ice cream.”

as jisung turned around the end of the stairs, he was faced with your back leaning against the kitchen counter, with a guy chatting you up. jisung might be 16 but he’s not stupid. he saw the way the older guy eyed your body. jisung doesn’t know if he was being possessive over you or if he was just jealous, could be both. but he couldn’t do anything about it. he quickly rummaged through the fridge for ice cream. the sound of that might’ve been louder than the songs being played on the speaker, because you noticed his presence.

“ji!” you called out. he pretends not to hear you, with a tub of ice cream in his hand, he went back upstairs after shutting the door of the fridge with his foot.

“who’s he?” the guy in front of you questioned as he watched the kid disappear up the steps.

“birthday girl’s younger brother,” you answered.

jisung’s 18 when his body went through his second growth spurt. many girls fawn over him. he had grown much taller than before, his features are more defined now, and his muscles are super obvious too. not that you realised, you’re practically with him the entire time his body went through changes.

for some reason his sex hormones are shooting out the roof after turning 18. jisung had spent plenty of nights jerking off to dirty thoughts of you, to the point where he doesn’t know if he’s capable of holding himself back anymore. he’s not even slightly interested in the girls that practically throws themselves at him.

through multiple years of having a one sided crush on his older sister’s friend, he no longer knows what to do about it.

currently jisung is in his room, playing computer games with his friends.

“left! on the left!” jisung flinches when he hears haechan’s loud screams through his headset.

“fucking hell.” jeno utters, spamming the keys.

all three of them groan when the screen announces their loss. before jisung could say something about their last play, his door swings open as you walk into his room, flopping down on his bed. jisung takes his headset off, leaving it on the table.

“i’m bored ji,” you lay down on your side to face him when he turns his gaming chair to face you, “your sister went grocery shopping with her boyfriend.”

he hums, “why didn’t you tag along?” he doesn’t even care about his sister or her boyfriend, whatever it is, not when you’re on his bed with the tightest tank top and the shortest shorts he’s seen in his entire life. you’re not even wearing a bra. thats how comfortable you are with him. he bets you don’t even see him as a man.

“don’t wanna be a thirdwheel,” you sigh, but it came out sounding like a soft moan. jisung’s body tenses up seeing you flip over on his bed, your ass on display for him to gawk at. no way in hell you’re this naive he thought to himself.

he can feel himself getting harder underneath his sweats. “y-y/n, i just remembered that i have something important to work on, and i kind of need my privacy.. to focus.” jisung didn’t sound convincing at all, you quickly got up and sat on his lap, which causes jisung to bite on his bottom lip. it has become a normal thing for you to sit on jisung’s lap. the first time consisted of you telling him it was normal since he always sat on your lap when he was a child. you didn’t take it weirdly when you were sat comfortably on his lap.

“what’s so important?” you turn the chair to face his pc.

jisung grunts when you shift your ass closer to his crotch. he didn’t mean to stare down at your ass but, as a man, he couldn’t control himself. his heart starts to beat faster and he can feel his boner sticking uncomfortably on his sweats.

“ji is your phone in your pocket or something?” you ask, hands moving behind to grab his phone but you pull back when you realise that it’s something else.

“shit- sorry,” you quickly got up from his lap, excusing yourself, wondering why he had a hard on, “i think your sister might be back soon so i’ll wait for her downstairs.” you try to not sound too nervous, because why in the world would you be nervous and flustered?

your hands are already turning the doorknob, but before you could step out of him room, jisung slams the door shut. his tall figure hovering behind you, your back facing him.

“noona, i- i need you.” he admits as he grinds his cock against your ass, hands gripping your hips so tightly.

you gasp at the feeling of him rubbing his hard length on your core through your underwear. “fuck- ji.. we- we can’t do this, it’s w-wrong.”

“just once.. wanna feel you, please.”

you feel jisung’s hot breath hitting your neck, moments later he’s sucking and licking on your shoulders, nape, up to your ear.

you know you shouldn’t. you know. but you can’t help it. you know you’ll never be able to see your best friend without feeling guilty anymore, for wanting to fuck her younger brother. the little boy that you took care of all these years, grew up to be so.. alluring.

you whimper when jisung pushes your panties to the side, “wait ji- you’re gonna regret—”

he cuts you off, “no. wanted you for so long, wanted to fuck you since forever, wanted you all to myself, but of course you’d never see me that way, not back then, not now, and probably not ever. i’ll always be a little brother in your eyes. isn’t that right? i’m going to fuck you now, i’m going to make sure you’ll never forget it.. forget this. shit— never forget me, gonna ruin you for all the other guys out there, you’re mine. you’re mine noona, you hear me?”

his words are so intoxicating, so dirty, you wonder where he learnt how to talk like that. your breath gets slammed out of your lungs when he plunges into you, hard.

“fuck! ji!” you slap your palm over your mouth, trying your best to contain your noises. afraid of your best friend coming back early, and hearing your back being blown out by her younger brother.

“let me hear you noona.. let me hear how good im making you feel.”

to be honest, it’s impossible to not make a sound, not with the way he’s fucking into you. so good, so fucking good.

“pussy made for me, you’re made for me.. aren’t you?”

you nod, “y-yes.. yours, only yours ji.”

“shit- taking me in so well, fucking love you.”

jisung feels the way your walls flutter around him, “close?”

you nod again.

“cum for me.”

and you did.

so did jisung, painting your walls white.

you shiver, feeling full and warm.

—

“we’re home!!” your best friend announces when she walks through the front door with her boyfriend behind her, “y’all having that bonding time or something?” she says, noticing you and jisung by the counter.

“yeah.” you smile at her, thighs twitching as you sense jisung’s cum leaking out of your hole.

thankful that he allowed you to put on your underwear at the very least.

—

bonus

“holy shit. he really fucked her.” haechan chuckles in shock.

“didn’t know he had it in him,” jeno says, jaw dropping.

“i think i’m hard.”

“you think?” jeno laughs light heartedly, switching his tab to incognito mode.

I loved this 👀🔥

day 13: han + public sex

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tw: bff2l; female anatomy; oral sex (f receiving); unprotected piv sex (don't do that at home 🤨); pull out method; cum swallowing (f); ♡

wc: 3,9k;

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smut below the cut, minors dni.

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It should feel weird - the way your best friend is feeling you up right now, practically grinding his hips against the skin of your ass, one hand on your hip and the other on your thigh, as your bodies move rhythmically to the song playing in the club, but it doesn’t.

It doesn’t, because you and Jisung aren’t just friends. You’re not friends with benefits or anything, actually, it’s just that - you guys have history. And feelings for each other, but you didn’t know this until a few months ago, when he casually confessed it during a night out with you and the guys. Needless to say, you were shocked when those words came out of his mouth - words you never thought you’d get to hear.

“You know - I never told you, but…”, he’d slurred, a bit tipsy but not drunk yet. “I had the biggest crush on you a while ago.”

You’d nearly dropped your drink. 

You were alone, outside the club to get a breath of fresh air, and Jisung had offered to come with you, not wanting you to be alone with a bunch of drunk guys. His confession came out of the blue, shocking you because - fuck, Han Jisung had had feelings for you. And you had had a crush on him. Feelings you’d tried to hard to bury somewhere deep inside of you, feelings you’d sworn to never act on - too scared to ruin your friendship. And now he was there, beside you, an arm over your shoulder and his forehead against your temple, confessing his feelings for you. 

Had, he had said. Not have. There was no need to get your hopes up, he’d clearly gotten over it already. So why was your heart beating fast in your chest? Why were your legs shaking?

“I had feelings for you too.”

That night marked a turning point in your friendship with Jisung, for the both of you, and God knows what would’ve happened if a drunken Felix hadn’t interrupted you. However, despite it being a turning point, you and Jisung never really talked about that night - you just let it slide and never mentioned it.

But things changed between the two of you - not necessarily for the bad. In fact, everyone around you could clearly see that there was definitely something going on between of you, because you’d started to just flirt with each other blatantly. Things never really escalated, tho, and the flirting remained purely platonic. 

Then, you got a boyfriend - not really an official boyfriend, just a guy you were seeing casually -, and the flirting stopped, and you and Jisung went back to being the best friends you’d always been. And then it was his turn to get a girlfriend - and it lasted for a while, until they broke up out of the blue. It was pretty bad, and they didn’t remain on good terms, but Jisung never really told you the true reason why they broke things off with each other. 

As soon as you were both single - the flirting resumed, this time even more obvious, with risqué jokes here and there, and you both got even more touchy than you already were towards each other, to the point that you’d find yourselves cuddling on the couch during movie nights - your legs thrown over his and your head in the crook of his neck, his arms around your body. Kisses on your cheeks and forehead, hand holding, his hands caressing your inner thigh as he was driving, his arm around your waist whenever he had a chance, you sitting on his knees when there were no seats available and your legs were tired - every time you were around each other, you just couldn’t keep your hands to yourselves. 

Which leads you to now - his chest pressed against your back, and you can feel his hot breath against your skin as he moves his hips to match the rhythm of the song. You’ve been reciprocating his flirting the whole night, being more touchy than usual, but it’s because tonight - you’re a woman on a mission. This situationship with Jisung has to either level up and escalate into something more, or you have to confront each other about it and decide to stay just friends. 

You can’t go on like this any longer - deluding yourself, thinking this could be something more. You need to know.

So - you purposely grind your ass on his dick while dancing, and you don’t miss the way the grip he has on your waist and thigh tightens as an automatic response, his breath hitches in his throat. You smirk when you feel the growing bulge in his pants, pressed right on your ass, so you grind on it once again. Same reaction, plus a small whimper. Then, his lips brush your ear, his hair tickling your skin. 

“Don’t do that.”, he doesn’t sound demanding - just desperate. 

You turn your face in his direction, nose brushing against his, ass still pressed on his dick. “Do what?”, you try to play dumb and act all innocent. 

“You know what.”, he grins, shaking his head. 

You grind on your ass once again, feeling his hot bulge between your ass cheeks, hard and probably aching, begging to be touched. “Oh, you mean this?”, you giggle. 

He grips your hip tighter, an attempt to stop your movements. “Yeah, this.”, he whines. “Don’t do it, please.”, he mutters, looking you in the eye. 

“Why?”, you brush his nose with yours. 

He rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. “Because it makes me wanna have you.”

It makes your heart beat fast in your chest. It makes you wanna have him. Right here, right now. After all, that’s the result you were hoping for. 

“You can have me.”, you whisper on his lips, biting your lower lip.

He opens his eyes immediately, slightly pulling away from you to look you in the eyes - he wants to check if you’re being serious or if you just cracked a joke. But you’re not laughing. In fact, you’re looking at him through your eyelashes, big doe eyes staring at him like he’s your whole world - and he is. 

“What…”

“I want you, too.”, you confess. “I thought I was making it pretty clear with all the flirting back.”, you giggle.

It’s funny how you’re discussing this whole thing when you’re in the middle of the dance floor with people all around you and you have his hard dick pressed against your ass - but it’s now or never. Jisung looks sincerely shocked, but inside his chest his heart just flipped. He doesn’t know how to respond to that, but one thing is sure - he doesn’t want you to think it’s just a physical thing. 

“I want you.”, he admits. “I really do. But I don’t want you to think-“

“I don’t.”, you interrupt him, a smile on your face. 

“How do you know what I was going to say?”, he furrows his eyebrows, but a smile appears on his face, too. 

“Sometimes you seem to forget we’ve been best friends for more than half of our lives.”, you chuckle. 

You both lean in, noses brushing once again as you both close your eyes in anticipation for what’s about to happen. It’s not your first time kissing Jisung, if you were to be honest. You’d been each other’s first kiss back then when you were younger. Then, you nearly kissed again years later - it happened in his bedroom, you don’t even recall how it happened, but you’re sure it’d have escalated into something more if Felix hadn’t barged in the room, making you practically jump away from each other. That guy needs to get a life, seriously. Drunk or not, he’d always find a way to cockblock you. But now he’s not in the proximity of you and Jisung, so hopefully you won’t get interrupted. 

When your lips finally touch Jisung’s - he freezes under your touch for a couple of seconds before he eventually starts kissing you back. There should be a little bit of nervousness, shouldn’t you? You’re kissing your best friend after all. But what’s weird is - it doesn’t feel weird at all. However, the position you’re in feels kinda uncomfortable, and you turn your body to that your chests are now pressing together and his erection is directly brushing your clothed belly while Jisung’s arms are around your waist, pulling you closer. 

The place is crowded, but you feel as if you and Jisung were the only ones here on the dance floor. Soon, you feel his hot tongue brush your lower lip, and you clench your thighs when it slips inside your mouth. You cup his face with one hand with no intention of pulling away from the kiss, resting the other one on his chest, twisting the chains he’s wearing as necklaces with your finger. He has both his hand on your hips, but lets one wander south to reach your lower back, stopping right before the curve of your ass, wanting to make sure you’re okay with this before actually taking things further. You give him a small nod, still kissing him, letting out a small sound against his mouth, and he takes it as a sign to continue. 

He firmly squeezes your asscheek, which causes you to let out a small whimper that makes his head spin because, fuck, he’s the one who’s making you moan right now and he can’t believe it. The tips of his fingers are nearly brushing the hem of your very short dress - a dress you chose for a purpose, and that reminds you of your evil, evil plan for the night. 

You pull away from his lips and he lets out a whine in protest, already missing the way your lips felt against his - divine and just right. Then your lips brush his ear, you want to make sure he doesn’t miss what you’re about to tell him. 

“I’m going commando.” 

He freezes once more, looking at you with big, brown eyes wide open, but his cock throbs inside his boxers nonetheless. You’re giggling, probably finding his reaction weird or cute, while he’s still processing your words. You’re there, in his arms, wearing an incredibly sexy dress, which is also incredibly short, ending just below your ass - and his fingers are currently grabbing said ass, a few inches away from your apparently bare pussy. The thought makes his brain short-circuit. 

“You…” he’s speechless. “You’re not wearing…?”

You shake your head. Does that mean that you planned this? You actually did, but he can’t know it. Nonetheless, he suspicion is enough to make him impatient now. He leans in to make sure you hear him despite the loud music.

“Let’s go to my place.”

You don’t want to go home - you know how it’ll end. It’ll ruin the mood and probably make things awkward if you just postpone it. Not to mention that there’s always the possibility of one of his roommates coming back home, which would be a shame. Things need to escalate between you, and they need to escalate now. So, you shake your head as a no, a for a second Jisung thinks you changed your mind and don’t want this anymore, when it’s actually far from it. 

“I need you now.”, you bite your lip, looking at him with eyes he’d never seen before.

“Here?”, he says in a high-pitched tone, raising his eyebrows. 

You nod. “We can go somewhere more private.”, you state matter-of-factly - there’s no way you’re actually doing it on the dance floor, surrounded by people of course. “I mean, if you want to…”

Jisung and rational thinking are polar opposites right now, so all he can do right now is lick his lip and nod frantically, muttering a fuck, yeah before grabbing your wrist and dragging you away from the dance floor. 

You find an empty room and don’t think about it twice. You actually suggested going to the bathroom, but Jisung had protested, clarifying that he wasn’t going to fuck you in an icky bathroom for your first time. That’s how you ended up in a dusty and semi-dark storage closet, secluded but not too much unfortunately, and you can still hear people’s footsteps outside the small room. 

Jisung wedges a chair in the door handle to make sure no one would barge in on you, but you doubt its effectiveness, aware of the fact that anyone with muscles or brute force would be able to just push the door open. It doesn’t matter, tho, it makes it more exciting somehow. 

You’re about to sit on a dusty piece of furniture, but Jisung stops you. “Yah, you’re not sitting on that with your bare ass. God knows what people have done in here.”, he sounds almost as if he’s scolding you. Then, he crosses his arms over his chest and takes his oversized black t-shirt off, handing it to you. “Here. Sit on this.”

And they say chivalry is dead. 

You accept the piece of clothing, but can’t stop staring at Jisung’s naked chest - the way the chains adorn his neck and collarbone turns you on even more. Your best friend is hot, it’s undeniable. 

It happens in a rush - he’s standing between your legs and his lips are back on yours, tongue inside your mouth as his hands roam all over your body in a more promiscuous way than they did back on the dance floor. He’s now groping one of your breasts with one hand and has the other one on the underside of your thigh, caressing the soft flesh, occasionally squeezing it. 

But one question has been running through his mind nonstop. He needs to know. 

“Were you serious?”, he asks, still panting, as soon as he pulls away from the kiss. “About not wearing anything under your dress?” Poor boy’s still trying to recover from your racy confession. 

You grab him by the wrist, moving his hand to your inner thigh, closer and closer to your groin. If he moves them just a little bit, he’ll find out you’re not lying. “Why don’t you find out yourself?”, you lure him with your words. 

Looking you in the eye, he does as you said, fingers a bit shaky as he moves them up your inner thigh until -. His breath hitches, and his eyes widen when his digits brush your naked vulva, and he lets out a desperate whine. He lets his fingers run up and down your labia a couple of times before he asks you - “Can I?” with a shaky breath. 

You nod, thinking he’s going to finger you to stretch you out and get you ready for him. He manages to surprise you by dropping on his knees in one swift motions, now kneeling between your spread thighs, facing your bare pussy. 

“Come a bit closer.”, he instructs, and you oblige, sitting on the edge of the piece of furniture, lifting your dress to give him better access. You suck in a breath when he he licks a long stripe on your most intimate parts, damping the whole surface before latching his mouth on your clit. How he managed to find it on the first try will forever remain a mystery - not that you’re complaining.

Your immediately entangle your fingers in his dark hair, tugging at it a bit harshly when he starts sucking on your clit - lewd, wet sounds filling the small room, blending harmoniously with the latino song playing in the background. 

“You taste amazing.”, he praises, releasing your clit only to place a couple of wet kisses on your groin and inner thigh. “Never wanna stop licking this pussy.”, he mutters - more to himself - before swirling his tongue around your clit. 

“Never want you to stop.”, you whine, and he smirks. 

When you look down - the sight is breathtaking. Your best friend kneeling on the ground, between your legs, the palms of his hands resting on each of your thighs as he gives you the most  perfect oral sex you ever received in your whole life, sucking on your clit as if it were his damn job.  He senses you’re getting close to your orgasm when he feels your legs beginning to shake under his hands. 

“Don’t stop.”, you beg. “Please, please, don’t stop.”, your moans sounds like the most beautiful melody to his ears. 

His eyes snap up in your direction and you cum a couple of seconds later - making eye-contact with your best friend as he sucks your clit, tugging at his hair as his tongue licks you clean while he swallows every thing you have to give him, as he makes satisfied humming sounds. 

You can taste yourself on his mouth once he stands up once again and crashes his lips on yours, cupping your face in his hands while you let yours wander all over his naked torso, occasionally toying with his chains - you love when he wears them. 

“Ji.”, you let out a shaky breath, when he starts kissing your jawline, then that spot right behind your ear. How is it possible that he knows exactly which spots drive you crazy? “Fuck me.”, you moan, palming his erection over his dark jeans - he’s impossibly hard. 

He lets out a strangled sound, then lets his hands reach the button of his jeans. He undoes it and unzips his fly - all of this while kissing your neck, not even thinking about stopping, not with the way you’re reacting to his kisses. You help him slide his jeans down his thighs until they reach his knees, but that’s more than enough for what you have to do. Then, he hooks his fingers on each side of his boxers and drags them down just enough to free his cock and balls. 

He moans when you wrap your fingers around his length and pump him a couple of times. Then, he places one hand on top of yours, and slaps your clit with his cockhead a couple of times while biting on your neck. 

“Tell me how much you want it inside.”, he begs, and his cock throbs at his own words. 

“So much, Ji.”, you whine. “I want it so bad. Want you to stretch me out so good, want you to fuck me.”

He aligns his leaking tip to your entrance, and you move your hand away, resting it on the furniture behind you, gripping it as he starts to push inside. It burns a bit, but it’s because he’s big and you haven’t had action in a while. He feels you clenching around him, so he dampens his fingers with his spit, and brings the pad of his index and ring finger to your clit, circling it to get you relaxed enough for him to bottom out. You both moan when he’s fully inside of you, balls pressing against the underside of your ass. 

With the way he’s kissing your neck and touching your clit, the burn between your legs is soon forgotten and replaced by another sensation - the desperate need to feel him moving inside of you. “You can… start moving.”, you whimper after a while. 

The first thrust inside of you has both of you grunting in an almost animalistic way. Jisung hooks his forearm on the underside of your knee, spreading your leg even more, and you get the hint, wrapping your leg around his waist. Then, he places his other palm on the wall to balance himself. One of your hands ends up on the nape of his neck, the other one rests on his lower back as he begins to move inside of you.

If someone walked in right now - they’d find you and Jisung writhing in pleasure. Him, set between your legs, his pants pooled around his knees and your leg around his waist as he fucks his cock into you, each time deeper. You’ll probably be sore tomorrow, but it’s so worth it. Then, they’d hear your heavy pantings and guttural moans mixed with wet sounds and skin slapping against skin. Maybe the thought turns you on more than you expected it to, because you find yourself close already. 

“Fuck - I love this, I love you.” Jisung mumbles, slamming his hips against yours, balls slapping on your ass. 

He probably didn’t realize what he said - the three magic, little words. I love you. You and Jisung say those words to each other all the time, but it’s usually with a complete different meaning. But now, when he’s balls deep inside of you in an empty, dusty storage room, you know he meant them in a different way. 

“Been wantin’ to do this for so long.”, he continues, rambling, not paying attention to what he says and, paradoxically enough, it makes you realize he’s being sincere. 

“Me too.”, you moan, one hand reaching for his ass, squeezing the soft flesh as you feel your orgasm approaching. “I- I love you too.”, you let the words slip out. 

He snaps his head up to look you in the eye, shocked by your confession, not halting his movements between your legs tho. He thrusts harder, resting his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and breathing through his nose, feeling on the verge of his orgasm himself. He lets go of your leg only to bring his fingers on your clit once again, rubbing fast circles on your clit to help you get off in case you needed some extra stimulation, and it’s as if he read your mind. You’re cumming around his cock mere seconds later, your tight walls squeezing him extra tight and he can feel you pulsating around him as you release, loud whimpers falling from your lips. 

That’s the final straw for him, too, and he manages to pull out of you before it’s too late, pumping his length with his fist. Still a bit dazed from your orgasm, you find some lucidity in yourself to realize what’s going on, and you’re quick to drop on your knees and take his cock in your mouth, allowing him to finish on your wet tongue with a deep grunt. 

You both need some time to catch your breaths after what you’ve just done. You can’t really feel your legs, and neither can Jisung to be honest. It didn’t feel like it was your first time doing it, and you’re both pretty shocked by the chemistry between you two - in a positive way, of course. Which is a bonus point and the missing piece of the puzzle, because now you have the proof you’re compatible under every single aspect. 

You quickly fix yourselves up - tucks himself back in his boxers and buttons his jeans up, and you slide your dress over the curve of your ass as he puts his shirt back on. You know he’s probably embarrassed to say something now, so you decide to be the one to break the ice by cupping his face and placing your lips on his. 

“Now we can go to your place.”, you nuzzle your nose with his. 

He’s grinning like crazy as he moves the chair that’s blocking the door, ready to exit the room and the club with you, intertwining his fingers with yours. As he opens the door, tho, he’s met with the very unpleasant look on the janitor’s face. 

“Oops.”

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Paring: bf Jisung x afab reader (gn pronouns)

Summary: After a long week of stress, work and quick fucks, Y/N and Han are desperate to let off some steam. However, when Y/N comes up with the idea of incorporating Viagra in their sex life, will they be able to handle it when that desperation escalates to drug-induced, animalistic fucking?

Genre: +18 content so MDNI, bf Jisung, slight crack, wild primal smut!, tooth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 2.3k+

Warnings: switch!sub-lean!Han, switch!Y/N, unsafe!use!of!viagra!, Y/N is a MENACE, protected sex (reader has an IUD)!, intoxicated!sex!, dazed!sex!, primal!thoughts(?)!, rough!manhandling!, biting!, marking!, hair!tugging!, pussy!eating!, mutual!masturbation!, rough!fingering!, messy!, cum!eating!, riding!, doggy!style!, creampie! (wrap it before you tap it), pet!names! (babe, baby!boy!, darling, my love, baby, pretty baby), mentions of shower!sex!, possession!, crying!

Please let me know if I’ve missed anything <33

WARNING: This use and representation of Viagra is INACCURATE and UNSAFE to take. Please DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME and always THOROUGHLY RESEARCH and CONSULT WITH HEALTH PROFESSIONALS before consuming ANY TYPE OF DRUG.

“Are you sure this is going to work?” Han quizzed as he squinted at the fineprint upon the box, thoroughly underlining each section of text with a delicate finger. He glanced between the spoons, the scattered viagra pills decorating the countertop of the kitchen and you, who was dividing equal portions to two glasses. You swatted a hand, pooh-poohing his validated concern. “Babe, if I’m being honest, I could give less of a fuck right now,” you waltzed to the sink carrying the glasses and filling them up to equal levels. “It’s been ages since we’ve spiced up our sex life cause of work and other events,” you placed them on the counter, dropping two pills per cup and stirring them vigorously with a spoon. “And frankly,” you squatted down to watch them rapidly dissolve in the liquid, Han following suit. “I need a hard and rough fuck.”

A spluttered cough was sounded to your left, a smirk etching your lips as you glanced at the eruption of rouge gracing his flushed face. “Cat caught your tongue darling?” you battered your lashes, presenting him with your best seductive siren eyes. “Sh-shut up,” he choked out, playfully slapping your shoulder. You chuckled, returning your sight to the now foggy solution slowly swirling around in the glasses. “Yaayyyy, it’s done!!” you jumped up in glee, rapidly clapping your hands in excitement. Hurriedly, you passed a glass to Han, beaming at him with eagerness as he gingerly took the glass from your hand. He swallowed.

“What if something goes wrong?” Han gazed into your eyes, a frown forming as worry and unsurety splayed across his features. You cupped his cheek with a hand, gently caressing his smooth skin. “If it’s that much of an issue, we don’t have to do it,” you assured him. He leaned into your touch, a brief moment passing before he quickly shook his head. “Fuck it, we only live once,” he stated before winding your arm around his to create a love shot. A devilish grin unfurled from your lips as a mischievous glint illuminated your eyes. “That’s the spirit baby boy,” you winked at him. He rolled his eyes. “You’ll be the death of me.” A quiet chortle erupted from your mouth.

“Bottoms up my love,” you clinked glasses and with that you both downed the drinks, grimacing at the bitter after-taste. “That tasted like shit,” Han gagged, cutely wrinkling his nose as he set aside his glass. “Agreed,” your body shuddered in response to the disgusting flavour. A quiet silence enveloped the atmosphere, both of you lost in thought. “Well,” he voiced after a moment. “I guess we’ll see how long this’ll take.”

He drummed his fingers against the counter as you hummed in agreement, anticipation lacing your veins. “I think I’m going to have a shower,” you contemplated, leaning in to place a delicate peck to his cheek. You brushed against his ear. “Don’t miss me too much my love,” you murmured, gently nibbling the cartilage, teasingly pulling away before he could touch you. A frustrated smirk adorned his lips, his grip tightening against the kitchen bench. “You little tease,” he sighed as he shook his head, gaze trailing after you as you sauntered off to the bathroom, flashing him a final wink before locking the door behind you.

Not even ten minutes later cool water sprayed against your heated and tingly skin as thick globs of arousal dripped down your thighs. A primal fog of desperation clouded your logic and senses as you rapidly rubbed your clit. A loud mewl ripped from your throat in need. “J-jisung-,” you panted, now humping your hand in swift, erratic, pulsating motions. As if summoned, an urgent knock echoed the bathroom walls and a meek “B-babe?” was whimpered behind the locked door. You scrambled out of the shower, not bothering to dry off nor change. With jittery hands you unlocked the door and your world paused as your eyes feasted on the sight before you.

There, in the doorway, stood Han. You took in his bare form; gleaming sweat glistened against his rubicund complexion, strips of hair clung to his damp forehead, primaeval lust embellished his virile features as he shamelessly eyed your naked body. His chest expanded and contracted with each heave, his ligaments twitching in agitated desire. Your gaze slowly trailed his sculpted frame, admiring his lean physique and halting at the prize that stood tall and proud between his limbs. The bulbous tip was tinted in an angry crimsoned hue as dribbles of precum leaked from the slit, defining veins protruding from his long shaft. Your breath hitched as you encompassed in the view of his erected dick, your thighs clenching as lewd thoughts swam in your drug-induced mind. An audible gulp echoed as a treacle of arousal slid down your legs. You flickered your eyes back to his.

As if possessed, your mouths collided, inflicting a chaotic battle of tongues and teeth as your hands roamed each other's skin. With a bang, Han slammed the door shut, rattling the condiments on the counter and pinning you against the cool door as he continued to devour you. Choirs of breathy whines escaped your throats as desperation and impatience surged through your bodies. You harshly holstered your legs around his hips, forcing his thigh to wedge between your palpitating cunt. A jolted moan erupted from your lips at the contact, eyes rolling back as you broke the violent transit of kissing. Han dived for your exposed neck, littering bruising bites as his canines lightly pierced your skin. Your mouth gaped in a silent shriek as he continued his nimble ministrations, leaving a stream of red and warm-purple blotches in his wake as he pursued down, down, until he was level with your sopping pussy.

He inhaled deeply, basking in your alluring scent as a guttural groan resonated throughout his thorax. A carnal, possessive desire infatuated his being as he moistened his lips. “Mine,” he growled before licking rabid strips against your mound. A choked whine cascaded your vocals as he demolished your throbbing heat. You rutted your hips in sync with his beastly motions as your animalistic temperament consumed your entire consciousness. “Ji-Jisu-ng,” you gasped. He glanced up, his brown doe eyes glinting with need as his hand wandered between his legs, hissing in pleasure as he held his seeping cock. His grip on your waist tightened as he began to jack off, setting an undulated rapid pace. He thumbed his tip, earning a desperate mewl as more semen leaked from the angry slit. The vibrations of his vocals rippled against your clit, sprinkling your mind with a euphoric sensation. Your hips became hasty as you chanted his name like a mantra.

“Cl-cl-clos-e,” you breathly whined as your fingers intertwined in his sweaty locks, tugging and pulling at the roots, jolting a loud whimper from his mouth and spurring Han to fasten his motions. “M-me t-too,” he sighed, flinging his head back as he felt the surge of his impending release. He roughly pummelled two fingers into your wet heat, haphazardly scissoring you open, leaving you gaping and breathless. He began toying with your clit, mirroring his antics with the head of his shaft. You both elicited a loud moan at the stimulation, wildly humping your hips as you and Han chased your orgasms. “Go-nna c-cum!” you cried as you fell over the edge of tranquil bliss. Your juices squirted on Han’s hand and pleasure-ridden face, his own cum splattering against your quaking legs and the wooden door, painting it a creamy hue.

In an esurient daze, Han hungrily lapped at your sweet fluid, groaning as the taste flooded his searing tongue. You continued to rut against his mouth, gradually riding out your high. Deep, heavy, pants plagued the bathroom as both you and Han caught your breaths, the scents of your arousals pluming the air as need slowly began to itch at your veins once more. You felt a soft tap below your kneecap and peered down to see the quivering body of Han. Sat perched on his knees, eyes shimmering with a silent plea as his cock was still erected and vibrantly red as a meek whimper chorused his throat. “P-please,” he begged as water glistened his tear ducts. “N-need t-to f-uck you.” He snaked his arms around your waist before gently dragging you down, plonking you onto his cum coated lap, whining at the contact against his tingly skin.

Your limbs shook as you exhaustingly hoisted yourself above his pulsating shaft, drooling at the sight of his tip continuing to seep his semen. You wet your lips. “R-ready?” you horsley cooed. An eager nod was all you needed before you plunged his member deep into your slick chore. You both abruptly gasped, a lewd whine following suit at the sensation. You began to bounce, repeatedly pounding on his cock as the primal fog enveloped you with desire once more. Han’s jaw fell slack as his mouth gaped in silent, intoxicated bliss. Rugged pants reverberated across the confined space, your breaths mixing and intertwining with one another as you quickened your pace. You grazed your hand against his cheek, tilting his head as you pressed your lips against his, exchanging saliva in a sloppy, feverish kiss.

Han angled his face, devouring your mouth as he planted his heels against the smooth surface of the tiles and thrusted. Riveting bursts of pleasure raced throughout your bodies with each smack of your hips as he repeatedly struck your g-spot. Sparks flew in your vision, almost becoming palpable. His nails dug into your skin, embellishing them with crescent-shaped marks. Laboured whines and moans encircled the atmosphere as you teetered on the edge of utopia. “S-so c-clo-se!” Han panted, his pace now rabid in desperation to orgasm. “M-e t-too!” you cried as your wet heat clenched his twitching dick like a vise.

In a sudden lurch, Han flipped you onto your stomach, accidentally thumping the cabinetry in suit as a series of loud clatters tinkered against the counter, sink and ground. Without a care, Han continued to piston his hips into your sopping pussy, now in doggy-style. He gently raked his nails down your exposed nape to the curve of your ass, a lewd groan surging from his throat. “M-my p-pretty ba-by,” he whined as he ran his hand to the back of head and gave a firm tug on your damp hair. You gave a vehement mewl at the sensation, carving your palms with moon-like streaks. “C-cu-m-ming!” you squealed, clouded speckles blinding your vision as you came. Your juices plashed against his pulsating shaft as he gave a final cry before drowning your drenched cunt in his thick ropes of cum.

Filthy whimpers enveloped the room as Han continued to half-heartedly rut into your core. Your filled heat spasmed as overstimulation began to settle in your limbs as you gradually came down from your high, your sight becoming crystal. Once your breathing regulated a little, Han’s arms gave in and he collapsed on top of you, enveloping you in his embrace. He delicately brushed aside stray strands of your hair before placing a loving peck upon your forehead and slumping beside you. “Wow,” he wheezed after a moment’s pause, your chests heaving in exhaustion as you regained your bearings. With quaking limbs you sat up, gazing upon the tarnished bathroom as scatters of health-care and beauty products adorned the floor, some oozing liquid from its fractured encasement.

“We’ve fucked the bathroom,” you gruffly chuckled, wincing slightly as your throat felt like sandpaper. Han propped himself up and his eyes widened as a sheepish grin graced his flushed features. “My bad,” he grimaced before expelling in a coughing fit and laying back down on the cold tile as he closed his eyes and took deep, calming breaths. You glanced at him, a small smile gracing your lips before your eyes flitted to the cum-stained door, some of Han’s essence still dripping onto the tiled floor. “We should really clean that before it permanently discolours it,” you gestured to the ghastly evidence. Han merely hummed before you attempted to stand up, only to have your knees buckle and flop to the ground in exhaustion. A muffled laugh chorused from your side.

“Shut up,” you hissed. “This is your fault.” A small pout formed on your face as you softly slapped his arm in feign annoyance. Han only giggled more before he sat eye-level with you. “Sorry my love,” he grinned before pecking your pouty lips. He stood up with a groan, carefully dodging the fallen objects before returning with a damp towel and thoroughly wiped the edge of the door, chucking it in the bin afterward. “What about me?” you teasingly huffed, gesturing to your leaking pussy as a mixture of both your fluids trickled onto the floor. He playfully rolled his eyes, already retrieving another damp cloth before bending down and delicately wiping away the remnants of your cums. Your breath hitched at the cool touch, sucking on your lip to suppress any audible whimpers.

“You know,” you started after a pause as Han’s eyes flickered up to yours. “With how hard you fucked me, you probably broke my IUD in two.” A startled choking noise sounded from him as his skin ran a deeper crimson. You cackled at his response before cupping his rouged face in your hands, halting his motions as you caressed his warm cheeks. “My shy baby,” you cooed, planting a sweet kiss upon his lips. Your mouths moulded in sync as Han dropped the cloth and mirrored the kiss, sighing in contentment as he held you closer. You carefully broke the kiss, pulling back to admire his handsome features as he reclined into your palms. “I love you,” you whispered. A warm smile spread across his face as he leant in to peck your forehead. “I love you too,” he hummed, staring at you adoringly.

Suddenly, he stiffened. His face flushed a deeper crimson. You felt something prod your core. Han quickly glanced down. Then back at you. Your eyes widened. A bashful smirk adorned his face.

“Round two?”

A/N: Heyyyyy guys I'm backkkk!!! I've been working on this fic for a while now so I hope you all enjoyed it :)) ALSO WE REACHED 100 FOLLOWS!! I'm so happy!! I can't thank you guys enough for sticking around when I haven't been posting much, it really means a lot to me :)). Have a wonderful day/night and I hope to see y’all soon <33

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Currently having sub jisung brain rot , also thinking about how he’d literally tower over me . I wish more men like him existed 😞😞

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sub!jisung is so cute and the way working out has made him a little broader and his arms a little stronger just makes him more adorable in my opinion. just imagine jisung who’s been whining about wanting to be on top next time because he wants to show off his strength and stamina, he wants to take care of you. you can’t deny that having jisung looming over you is turning you on when you let him fuck you in the missionary position. you cup his warm cheeks in your hands, the way his brows furrow and a shaky moan leaves his open mouth with every jerky thrust making you coo at him. “my baby’s gotten so big, but he still fucks like a virgin,” you muse just to see the way the delicious embarrassment makes jisung’s eyes glaze over as he renews his effort to prove he can be good.