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i haven’t been on enhablr in a WHILE but to those of you who are all there please go and tell @/drunkhazed that writing a fanfiction based on a real life murder case is fucking sick. thank you!

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ok she's deactivated but jasminexo5/xuhuihuis was discovered to be a minor. that's why i'm tightening ship, yet again. y'all don't lie about your fucking age you put everyone in an unsafe situation, and we end up finding out, like i did today. any content she sent has been removed, and i'm going through my following list as we speak. i recommend anyone else who's interacted with her do the same.

so once again:

Ageless and blank blogs will be blocked. Minors DNI. Minors and bots/bot looking blogs will be blocked.

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reminder that you can still contact me via @oneirosomnia if you wish to remain in contact

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SO UR SAYING HAECHAN CUM EATER???!!?!!??

i am saying haechan cum eater. he’s just so good with his mouth that he takes pride in it. and the first time he does it, it’s not entirely on purpose. you’d told him to not make a mess on whoever’s bed you ended up on bc haechan doesn’t care he’ll fuck you anywhere so he does the first thing that comes to mind—using his mouth to clean you up. eating cum. but seeing how you react to how dirty and sexy it is for him to do so, he starts doing it more often. will cum inside you just so he can eat it out.

it first starts out just him eating his own and yours, but he starts getting a little bolder with the free use thing and starts cleaning up the other ones messes.

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let’s talk about how jaemin is such a voyeur and a cuck that he would loan his partner out for his friends to fuck if they hadn’t gotten laid in a while, with the condition that he gets to watch. he doesn’t even have to touch or control the situation. he just wants to watch his friends fuck the shit out of his lover.

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damn okay so let's get into dream's trio cum eaters, for haechan i feel like he'd be the "no homo" dude that actually gets addicted, jeno i get the vibes he'd do it as a power move like other guy came all over ur stomach and he'd stare right into his eyes as he licks it up, and the wild card hooo boy he'd dive in out of nowhere when everyone is watching and boom round two ensues 😮💨

I JUST REMEMBERED I NEVER ANSWERED THIS

anyway, yes. haechan would definitely first start out only eating his own and yours, but when someone volunteers him to do it when you all have sex together, he does it. he starts with the cum between your legs to keep it from dripping onto the bed sheets, and there’s no telling who all had cum inside you because everything was a blur. but he finds himself enjoying it, but most of all enjoying the way you react and all of the watchful eyes. (cmon, we all know this man loves attention.)

the wild card, i thought, would come in second. when they saw how big of a mess it actually was, they thought haechan would need help cleaning it up. he gets told “you helped make the mess, clean it up” and nobody expects him to actually kneel down and start doing what he’d seen haechan doing. he would start at your chest and work his way down, where haechan was working up. if they meet halfway in a sexy way, who knows.

and while those two are distracted, i thought jeno would notice all the spots they were missing. including on your face. so he’d end up going in behind them, holding you still and cleaning up all of the remainders of cum on your skin. and of course jeno would make eye contact with them. he has this vibe that if he’s going to do something nasty like this, he was going to full send. part of the eye contact is a little game for him— “who’s cum am i tasting?” the other reason for the eye contact is to make sure everyone is comfortable and this isn’t too far for them (it’s not too far).

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highkey wanna cuddle with JS in bed or his computer chair. maybe c*** warming when he games or sth🥵

omg i can just …..

jisung wants to be close to you at all times and honestly when you’re in the privacy of his room together he likes when you’re in just one of his shirts and your panties and he strikes me as the type to be affectionate in private with his significant other so he’ll want you on his lap if he was at his desk gaming so you could watch him and when he gets really excited and into the games, he probably pops a boner and it’s not necessarily the fact that he’s turned on but his adrenaline and blood was rushing and you’re in his lap and it’s just so easy to have you lift up and push your underwear to the side a little bit and kind of relieve some of the pressure from his hard on may or may not end in him actually fucking you after the round ends

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help idk why it didn't click sooner but chenle in the beautiful mv w the glasses is literally nerd w a big cock or im just hornee

how about both?

no but what about intern chenle??? you’re his supervisor and invite him to a team building get together you guys do every month cause you notice he kind of keeps to himself and doesn’t really have many friends in the office so you hope this will help him make some ….. but you both end up getting a little tipsy (but still sober enough to remember everything) and end up hooking up </3 so it creates a little tension between the two of you in the office because you remember exactly how his fat cock feels and you shouldn’t really sleep with a coworker but he’s so fine and you want to jump his bones still so you avoid him and he confronts you about it and then you guys end up having sneaky links in the office and after work LMFAOOO

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that chenle nerd w a big cock ask but now add HAECHAN FROM NCIT YUH 😮💨

i fucking love ncit haechan fuck …. so smart but fucks so good and has a thick cock im gonna combust in my seat rn thinking about him it’s been a while since i’ve been in a haechan mood …….. sneaking around fucking in empty classrooms in passing periods when you’re both free

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dummy thick cock jisung who's clueless abt the bulge on ur tummy until u grab his hand and guide him to it i want him to break my ribs and leave me bloated pleek

aaaa jisung being like “what’s that poking through your tummy is that normal” and you tell him to put his hand there and feel each time he thrusts into you and he’s scared so you grab his hand and put it there yourself and encourage him to keep fucking into you and he starts to realize that he’s feeling his cock in your tummy and he doesn’t know whether to be amazed or concerned (spoiler alert: it’s amazed)

jisung bulging kink <3 jisung belly bulge kink <3 seeing his cock bulging but also leaving you so full it makes you look bloated and so so so full of his cum <3

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jisung likes to compare hand sizes just so he could measure and imagine the difference in size when he wraps his hand on his big cawk (LETS GO!! i am a part of the club too) and how your hand does it. (apart of him thinks you cant even wrap your whole hand around him) 😈

jisung pulling your hand up to his so he can bend the tips of his fingers over your own and study and memorize the way your palms and fingers are so much smaller than his own and that image will never leave his brain and when he closes his eyes when he’s jerking off he sees the image of it being your small hand instead and he could almost cum instantly from that …… jisung size kink fr did y’all not hear him say he wants to grow just so he can look down at haechan cause he’ll be cute

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i love the concept of friends maybe besties being like yeah we'd totally move in together and live together !! and three days in one of them's basically wearing nothing walking around the place cuz they don't like clothes and the other one's always gotta [bites fist]... anw who just anybody u stan would fit this 👀

this made me think of sungchan or minhee….

moving in with your best friend and you quickly learn each other’s habits and quirks which includes maybe your habit of just walking around in an oversized tee and underwear. he’d try to ignore it and if his mind began to run wild, he’d go and quietly jerk off in his room. cause he always thought you were attractive, it just wasn’t advised to fuck your best friend. but if he walks into the kitchen one day and you’re wearing one of his oversized shirts and underwear only, because maybe it’s laundry day and all of yours are in the wash, he would lose his mind and you’d end up more than just friends and roommates after that moment…….

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MORE THAN I SHOULD (M) | PJS

▸ genres | nsfw, smut, idol au, stylist au

▸ word count | 4245

▸ warnings | dom jisung, older fem reader, a bit of obsession, possession, a little dubcon (aka it’s pretty tame but no consent was ever explicitly stated), manhandling, a little choking, oral, hair pulling (jisung rec.), biting, fingernail marks, grabbing jisung’s butt, unprotected sex, breeding, use of the word noona, slight allusion to impregnation but it doesn’t happen

▸ dollyji note | this is a commission for the lovely @guanana thank you for giving me this opportunity! i hope it’s everything you ever wanted <3 enjoy

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One thing you always managed was coming into work early. It gives you time to set up your station, have a coffee, and chat with your coworkers before the busy day ahead of you. Working as a stylist for idols is pretty hectic. Between rushing to finish hair and makeup for all of the members and running after them for touch ups between filming breaks, you hardly have any down time. Luckily, they’ve all treated you kindly thus far. Especially when you started to work with NCT Dream, you managed to make quick friends with the members. You spend a lot of time with them in preparation for their comebacks, wanting to hear their opinions on styling, practicing different makeup looks and hairstyles until finding the right one, but the conversation isn’t always work related.

The members have a habit of leading you into unrelated conversation. Which honestly, you don’t mind. It makes time pass so much faster when you’re in conversation with them, and you feel comfortable, rather than awkward. In fact, the off topic conversations while in your chair is what made you become so close to them all and you’ve become accustomed to all of their antics and habits.

Some of the members in specific have rather touchy habits that don’t bother you at all. You aren’t phased when Jeno plays with the hem of your oversized clothes when he’s in your chair, nor are you when Haechan squeezes you in a hug when it’s his turn. It’s part of what makes them them, so it doesn’t bother you one bit. They’re your friends, after all. Who says that idols and their staff can’t be friends?

On the other hand, it bothers Jisung. A lot. It bothers him when he’s not placed in your chair that day, or when you finish with him quickly when he is. He grits his teeth when he sees you lean close to the other members, when your fingers wipe excess product from their skin without a second thought, and when they think it’s appropriate to touch you. One time, one of the members lended you their jacket and rubbed your arms for warmth on a cold day. That really set him off—so bad that he didn’t care to see who it was.

He’s especially pissed off today.

Once again, he was not placed in your chair but with a stylist he didn’t care too much for. She wasn’t you. Which meant, during filming breaks, she was the one rushing over to him to put his hair back in place or fix any smudged makeup. Meanwhile, Jisung had a clear sight of you greeting Jaemin with a smile. Watching you stand on the tips of your toes to pat away the sweat dripping down Jaemin’s face and neck, all while laughing at whatever the hell he’s saying was enough to sour his mood completely. And to make it worse, he watched as Jaemin’s hands naturally found your waist as you stepped closer to fix his appearance. Almost too naturally. He could feel his blood pressure rising, body temperature heating up, nothing but rage. Anger. Angry that his hyungs could be close to you like that. Yet he’s stuck on the sidelines watching like a kid that didn’t get picked on the playground.

You treat him so differently than everyone else. Even Chenle, and they’re practically the same age. From talking to them like adults, calling them your friends, letting them touch you. He swears, he’s even seen them almost shove their hand up your skirt before. But with him, you use a lot of childish language, pinch his cheeks and he’s not allowed to touch anywhere below your shoulders, it seems. It’s almost as if you were treating him like a baby. That makes him angry. It’s frustrating knowing how differently you treat him, because if he were anyone else, he’d be able to confess his feelings normally. But he’s Park Jisung, the youngest member, and you treat him like a baby much like anyone else.

To him, he’s Park Jisung, a man. A man who has feelings for you. One that wants to love you, provide for you, be everything you want him to be. He wants to be the one you come to when you need someone. And in times like this, when another man gets too close, he wants to be the one that bends you over and reminds you who the better option is. He knows he can treat you better than them. He’s willing to go to great lengths to get to know you. Every part of you. From what makes you happy, to what makes you mad, your favorite movies and foods, all the way to what makes your toes curl and your pussy wet.

He was thankful when their break came to an end. With an eagle eye, he watched as Jaemin’s hands pulled away from your waist as he returned to his place. Jisung sharply exhaled before heading back himself, trying to shake off his thoughts. His dancing would be lacking if he were distracted, so he tried his best to get you and his jealousy off of his mind quickly. Luckily for him, some of the members had run to the restroom before filming resumed and bought him some time to clear his mind and snap back into idol mode.

Thankfully he didn’t mess up his parts and the rest of filming went smoothly.

Once filming ended, everyone fizzled out quickly. Everyone worked together to clean up the set and take care of any last minute duties while the members left to get changed back into their casual clothes. Jisung was in no hurry. He wasn’t particularly fond of getting dressed and undressed with an audience, so he developed a habit of waiting until last to change. That’s how he managed to learn that you stay late, too. You told him that you like to spend a little extra time cleaning and organizing when it’s not as crowded in the room. So, now when he waits to change, it’s usually just the two of you. He knows you’ve stolen a few glances. And today he might try to catch you in the act.

He stops by the vending machine on his way to the dressing room. He picked up your favorite drink, as well as one for him. The dressing room door was open already when he got there, so he peeked his head in. When he did, he saw that it was just you, putting away your makeup brushes. You smiled at him when you noticed he had walked in.

“Hi, noona.” Jisung extended his hand, offering the drink to you.

You happily took it and twisted the cap off, taking a sip. “Hi, Sung.” He could feel his heart slip a beat and the nickname. “You did a really good job today! You’re such a good dancer.”

The praise made his cheeks feel hot, but he managed to keep his composure. If he started spluttering, there’s no way you would ever take him seriously. He thought that it was his chance now, to confess, and he wasn’t going to miss it. He’d spend a lifetime regretting it if he didn’t take this opportunity.

So he took a deep breath, puffed up his chest, and grabbed your attention from cleaning up your station. “Noona.”

You hummed, looking up at him. He was picking at his nails despite the pseudo-confidence he had, so you reached out to grab his hands to stop him. This made his heart skip a beat, but he longed for physical contact, so he just squeezed your hands in return.

“Noona, I like you.”

Laughing, you attempted to reach up to pinch his cheeks. “I like you, too, Sungie.”

Jisung sighed, grabbing your wrist. “No. You’re not listening to me. Hear me out.” He kept his hold on your wrist, grabbing the other and tugging you close to his body. Now, the two of you were so close he wasn’t sure which heartbeat was his. Both were racing. “I like you, as in, I have feelings for you. Please, look at me for once. I think I’m in love with you, and I want you to look at me as a man. Not Sungie, not JiJi, or any other nickname. I, Park Jisung, a man, am telling you that I am in love with you. I want you to look at me like you look at the other guys, treat me like you do them. Please. Give me one chance.”

“I…didn’t know I treated them any differently.”

“You do.” His voice dropped a little. “I think everyone can see it. You’re more affectionate with them, you hang out with them more, and you treat them like adults. But you always treat me like a little kid. For once, can you look at me like a man?”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “I’m not…I’m not more affectionate with them.”

Something in Jisung shifted. You could tell by the look on his face. “Oh, really? Then why is it that you’re always hugging them? Or letting them hold you like I should? They know I like you, noona. And it pisses me off how much fun they have knowing you’re mine.”

“Y-Yours..?”

He hummed to confirm. “Mine. You’re mine, noona. Nobody else’s. Let me show you what you’ve been missing this whole time. Let me show you that I’m a man.”

He didn’t give you any time to respond, instead using his hold on your wrists to pull you even closer. You were now pressed chest to chest. Not even enough room for a piece of paper between you. Instead, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. Immediately, he demanded control with his actions. From holding you tucked into his body to moving you where you were pressed against the table, you were completely caught off guard. However, the confidence with which Jisung kissed you was not unwelcome. It was as if he knew what he was doing—as if there hadn’t been a day in his life that he didn’t kiss you and he knew exactly how to make your knees weak with just a kiss.

Maybe it was the way his tongue automatically slipped past your lips, and how he knew exactly how to use it. Barely brushing against your own before pulling back, teasing you, leaving you breathless as he locks your lips together. Or maybe it was the way he gripped your body as if he’s done it all along. With one hand now gripping your hip, fingertips digging into the skin beneath your clothing, the other barely grasps your neck. You can feel the pads of his fingers on the sides of your neck, but no pressure applied. It almost made you want to place your throat in the palm of his hands and ask him to choke you. But instead you whined, albeit rather muffled. You couldn’t help it when he spread your legs with his knee.

“Didn’t know you were whiny, noona.” Jisung pulled away from the kiss. Instead, he began to leave wet kisses on the skin of your neck, right where his thumb was just moments ago. This only prompted yet another whine in response, especially as he pressed further between your legs. It was almost as if he were tempting you to grind down on his leg. But he moves too quickly for you to even ponder the thought. After having left a few little marks behind, he detached his lips from your neck and dropped to his knees. “Gonna show you what you’ve missed all this time.”

His large hand grabbed your calf, pulling it over his shoulder. The action took you by surprise, making you grip the table so you wouldn’t fall. You’d gone for a skirt this morning when getting dressed after checking that the weather would be hot, and now you’re paying for that choice. The skirt made it all too easy for Jisung to be between your legs, to press a kiss to your pussy over your underwear, and to dampen them as he flattened his tongue against you. Well, dampen them further. You hate to admit it, but you were wet. All because of Jisung. Park Jisung, your friend. The shy, younger boy you’d grown fond of while working together. He was on his knees, between your legs, fingers hooking beneath the waistband of your underwear and tugging them down in one move.

Without skipping a beat, he dived back in between your legs. He flattened his tongue out, covering as much of your pussy as he could at once. Gasping at the contact, you let one hand shoot forward to rest on his head. The tips of his fingers dug into the skin of your thighs as he pushed himself closer to you. His tongue makes quick work rolling over your clit and sucking it into his mouth, all while his hands knead the meat of your thighs, migrating upwards and back.

“Oh, Jisung.” You tighten your hold on his hair, lightly pulling. He’d gripped your ass cheeks in his hand, changing the angle of your hips for better access.

He hummed against you. The vibrations sent a shock of electricity through your body, causing you to brace both hands on his head to keep yourself from falling over. The tight grip on his hair pulled a moan from his throat, muffling where Jisung’s face was buried in your pussy. Your head was spinning. Never did it occur to you that Jisung would be this good at eating pussy, although, admittedly, you have thought about it in passing before. He’d barely even gotten started and you already felt like you could cum.

You didn’t notice one of his hands releasing the grip he had on you, nor did you notice it making its way between your thighs. Only when he pulled his mouth off of you to guide his fingers along your slit did you notice. He used two fingers to touch you. Running his fingers between your lips, spreading them, collecting the mixture of arousal and his own saliva that wet the skin there. Then, those two fingers easily pushed into you, aided by the amount of wetness gathered at your entrance. A pathetic whine slipped past your lips.

Almost immediately, after a couple of experimental thrusts of his fingers, he found a consistent pace that was enough to make you weak in the knees alone. But that wasn’t enough for him, and he attached his lips to your clit again. Sucking, licking, rolling his tongue over and around it. All while he fucks his fingers into you. They curled at just the right angle, pulling noise after noise from your mouth because it just felt so good.

“Fuck—.” Your orgasm snuck up on you, so lost in pleasure from the boy—the man between your legs that you didn’t realize until it was washing over you. Hips jerking, whining loudly, breathless, and hands pulling on Jisung’s hair. Still, he didn’t let up. If anything, he nestled his face further between your legs, suckled your clit harder, buried his fingers deeper inside you to fuck you through your orgasm. Once you came down a little bit from the high of your climax, it became a bit too sensitive. You used the hands in his hair to push him away, tugging a little on his hair when he didn’t budge.

He pulls his lips off of you, standing slowly until he’s once again towering over you. His lips were glistening with your wetness, effectively distracting you as you zone in on them. You didn’t miss the way he licked his tongue over his lips, savoring every last taste of you, not knowing when he’d have you again. Jisung carefully watched your face, your heavy breathing, so breathless just from his mouth and fingers that are still buried inside you. He can feel his cock throbbing, and he decides he’s had enough; he needs you now.

In the same second he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you empty, his slick fingers move to unbutton and unzip his pants. His other hand tugs at your shirt from the bottom, trying to pull it over your head with just the one hand. You helped him, tossing it to the side and pushed his hand away from his pants. With both hands now free, he kneads both of your covered tits in his hands while you work on pushing his pants down his muscular thighs. The size of the bulge in his pants took you by surprise, and you couldn’t help but reach out to touch it.

He inhaled sharply and pushed your hand away. “Can’t wait. Need you now.” And with that, he lifts you to sit on the tabletop. Your legs were spread, one on either side of his body, putting you on display. You were only in your skirt and bra while Jisung was still mostly dressed, but pushing his underwear down enough to pull his cock free. Even in his large hands, it looked big, and you could feel yourself start salivating. Who knew he was hiding that?

You could feel an embarrassing amount of arousal pooling at your entrance. It became even more apparent when Jisung just barely slides the tip of his cock up and down your slit. It was so slick, so easy for him to glide against. You felt yourself growing more and more excited with every passing second.

It was almost enough to induce a second orgasm when he finally pushed his cock into you, you were anticipating it so much. Once the head of his cock fit comfortably inside you, you could feel it just barely brushing your sweet spot. Almost as if something else completely took over you, you began to roll your hips forward, trying to fuck his cock deeper. It was pathetic how easily your body reacted, how desperate you were to feel every inch of him. Soft, repeated pleas left your mouth, far too needy to be embarrassed about begging. You needed him.

Jisung wanted to drag out the experience. He wanted to feel and savor every bit of you, no rushing or competing with your past and future lovers. The thought was gone as soon as it appeared, but left a sour feeling in its wake. How many people have had you—will have you this way? Jealousy washed over him, and every thought about taking it slow was thrown out of the window. He has to fuck you so good that you never want anyone else. So good that you’re his, that you keep coming back for more.

The feeling of him thrusting sharply, forcing the rest of his cock in one move was enough to momentarily knock the breath out of you. He sets a quick pace, not even allowing you time to register and adjust. All you could do was whine and gasp for air. Jisung found the noises endearing, and it swells his pride and ego knowing it was for him. All for him.

He couldn’t figure out where he should place his hands; he wanted to touch every inch of your body all at once. So his hands roamed, rubbing, gripping, squeezing. Until they squeezed your breasts, sliding upwards until both hands wrap around your throat. The sight in front of him—because of him—had him squeeze the sides of your neck. Once, twice, until he settled for a gentle pressure. Your boobs, still seated in your bra, bounced in time with his harsh thrusts, almost spilling out. Jisung decided to speed the process along, reaching and quickly pulling the cups down before returning his grip on your throat.

You felt lightheaded, euphoric, drunk on the feeling. Expensive makeup fell and toppled to the floor, but you didn’t care. You’d push them all off yourself if Jisung needed you to. Replacing some foundation or broken palettes is nothing compared to the amount of pleasure you’re experiencing right now.

The two of you were nearing your respective orgasms, inching closer and closer with each passing second. With every thrust, every touch. Jisung kept one hand on your neck, squeezing the sides occasionally to make your eyes roll back and mouth drop open. His other hand was on your chest, grabbing, holding and squeezing your breasts, alternating between both. He rolled his thumb over your nipple, lightly pinching it. Meanwhile, your hands couldn’t settle. First you gripped his biceps, flexed from how he was holding you. Then you placed your hands on his waist. That wasn’t good enough for you, and you felt the need to be closer, so you used that grip to pull yourself into an almost upright position. Now pressing chest to chest, forcing him to remove his hands from your tits. You could now comfortably wrap your legs around his waist and drop your hands to his ass. You gently kneaded the skin there, digging your fingernails into the fatty flesh.

“So close,” you whispered, leaning your cheek against his shoulder. “Want to cum. Want you to cum, shit.”

His own head dipped down, teeth nipping at your neck and lips kissing your heated skin. “Me too; so close too.” His voice was like honey, thick and sweet as he whispered in your ear. You could hear the roughness in it, and it had you nearly shivering though your body was hot. All it would take to have you cumming is—.

You dug your nails deeper into Jisung’s skin, surely leaving marks behind. The rest of your body tensed, becoming all too heavy but also light as a feather at the same time. If it wasn’t for Jisung moving one of his hands to support your back, you would’ve tossed your head too far backwards. But the hand that was once on your chest had moved to your very upper back, large hands easily splaying even to your neck, holding your head in place. Leaning against his shoulder still, your mouth dropped open, loudly whining and even drooling a bit. His other hand, the one that was on your throat, had snuck between your legs, giving you that extra push you needed to cum. He rubbed your still-sensitive clit in quick motions until your body went lax against him.

You’d been so lost in your own climax that you hadn’t noticed Jisung teetering on the edge of his for the past few moments. His brows were furrowed, almost as if he were contemplating a very hard decision. With the very last ounces of strength and energy you could gather, you reached your hands back and gripped the table. In the same move, you locked your ankles together and shifted your hips for a better angle. These cues were all Jisung needed before dropping his head to your shoulder, lightly sinking his teeth into the skin there. His hips jerked before stilling completely. You could feel a rush of warmth in you, sending a second round of electricity through you.

When he pulled out, you felt empty. A little sticky, but over the moon. Your body was still recovering from your orgasm, muscles tensing and spasming, struggling to catch your breath. Jisung gently guided you to lean back on the mirror behind you. Selfishly, he glanced between your legs. He had a delicious view of your wet pussy and his soaked cock, covered in leftover arousal and traces of his cum, only mere centimeters apart. He couldn’t help himself but spread your legs further. Lifting one of your limp legs, bending it at the knee to rest your foot on the table. Giving him the perfect view of his cum slowly leaking, being pushed out of your pretty pussy. He almost wanted to scoop every last drop up with his fingers and fuck it back into you. Wanted to keep his fingers there, feeling your pussy contract around them as he makes sure none of his cum gets wasted. Maybe if he bred you, marked you as his, nobody would dare mess with you.

You’re his. And if he has any say about it, he’ll breed you. Full of purpose, fully prepared to make you his forever even if that meant knocking you up. He needed the world to know you were his, and that he’s yours.

For only a moment, he let his mind wander. Jisung imagined a life with you, a life being more than coworkers or even friends. A life being each other’s forever.

“Fuck. I love you, noona.” Probably more than I should, he thought to himself. “Can I take you out? On a proper date?” Slowly, he began to lift you off of the table and lower you to the floor. It was getting late, and you both should really clean up and get home. But somehow, neither of you were quick with it. Lingering, moving slowly. Uncertainty weighing in the air, not knowing what happens now or what you both should make of this.

“Yeah,” you breathed out. Gripping tight on his shoulders, you were unable to stand on your own. Your legs felt like jelly, shaking and ready to give out the second you place your feet flat on the floor. So you held on to Jisung a little longer while you regain your composure. “I would like that.”

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▸ park jisung x fem reader | 798 words

▸ “look at you. i’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking” & “you look so good with my hands around your neck” & “bite me” / “if you insist”

warnings ▸ dom!jisung, fingering, biting, hickey, mild choking, reader is a bit prideful

note ▸ reposting from @/rensxn. yes, this is my drabble. no, i am not copying. i moved blogs when i was flagged

Being in the backseat of a car, parked in a dark, empty parking lot with Park Jisung was not something on your bucket list. Especially since, for the longest time, you thought he was but the awkward kid who’s friends with your friends. You were never close to him, until recently.

If you considered ‘close’ being him having you laid with your legs spread in the backseat of a friend’s car that he borrowed.

The backseat of the car was spacious enough. Both you and Jisung could fit comfortably in the space between the front seats and the backrest of the back. He was knelt on the floor between your spread legs, slowly trailing his fingers over your skin. Your pants had been long discarded, leaving you in just a tee and panties.

Your thighs uncomfortably stuck to the leather seat, but what was more uncomfortable was the teasing from Jisung. His fingers would dance dangerously close to the edge of your underwear, occasionally lifting them and snapping them back against your skin before pulling back completely. You were prideful, though, and would not ask him to hurry and touch you.

Luckily, though, he seemed to have had enough of his own teasing.

Jisung sat up on his knees, leaning forward to stabilize himself with a hand beside your head. Once again, his fingers trailed alongside the edge of your underwear, but instead of pulling away, they slipped under them.

The tips of his fingers teased your entrance, collecting the wetness that gathered there and let his instincts guide them to your clit. Your own arousal allowed for them to smoothly rub slow circles. His touch was light, and you already felt desperate for more. It was like he was deliberately torturing you by not giving you what you wanted—no, what you needed.

You lifted your hips, hoping he would get the hint. And he got it, alright.

He moved his hand that was supporting his weight to pin your hips down instead, and slowly started to ease one of his fingers inside you. Seemingly without an ounce of hesitation, his finger curled up to find the perfect angle, and once he found it, began to softly massage it.

As his finger slowly fucked in and out of you, he watched your face. He studied the way your eyebrows furrowed and how you took your lip between your teeth, until you didn’t. He knew you must have begun to need more, but you were too prideful to dare ask. So he took the chance to silently ask. His hand that was pinning your hips reached to tap your cheek, urging you to open your eyes and look at him.

Once he got the okay, he started to ease in a second finger. And with how wet you’d become, it was easy to do so. Two of his fingers easily fit inside you, beginning to stretch you out and fuck you open. They were long and slender, but brushed all of the right places inside of you. And to top it all off, it was like he knew just exactly how to set you off.

With his two fingers inside of you brushing every sweet spot you could ever have, he placed his thumb on your abandoned clit. He applied pressure, slowly rubbing it just enough for your hips to jerk.

Jisung laughed. “Look at you,” he slowed his movements, “I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”

You could feel your face heat up in embarrassment. Taking in a deep breath, you let out a sharp sigh. “Bite me.”

“If you insist.” His fingers stilled inside you while he leaned forward.

“Ah, you know what I meant.” You opened your mouth to snap at him for stopping. Right as you did, however, his lips attached themselves to your neck. They suctioned a spot on the side of it, gently sucking a mark. When he was satisfied with it, he bit the now sore area, making you jolt.

Jisung pulled back and looked in your eyes before glancing back at your neck. He reached his hand out, slowly smoothing his thumb over the area he’d just bitten and marked. Letting his other fingers rest on the opposite side of your neck, he softly squeezed.

You were looking at him with wide eyes. Wide, curious, lust filled eyes. And he thought that was the hottest thing in that moment.

“You look so good with my hands around your neck.”

“Jisung—fuck, I appreciate the sentiment.” You rolled your hips up. “But can you please make me cum? You’ve been stringing me along here…”

He laughed again before finally moving his fingers again, determined to give you one of the best orgasms he could for making you wait. “For sure.”

[dollyji]

i’m sure everyone has been seeing the news around and considering that i have a semi-platform here as a writer, i don’t feel comfortable not acknowledging or saying anything given the news this morning.

i want to make it extremely clear that i have zero tolerance for sexual and mental abuse towards women. period. what taeil did is extremely disgusting and disappointing and i would no longer like to be associated with him as a fan.

moving forward, any and all content mentioning him on my page has been removed and i will not be writing about or mentioning him whatsoever. if you still believe that he is an innocent man or wish to be an apologist, unfollow me immediately and do not interact with any of my content.

i hope this brave young woman can begin to find peace away from her abuser and more can begin to come forward to get the justice they deserve.

believe victims.

[dollyji]

sm moving at light speed with a statement and swift contract split means there really ain’t no other way to spin this. incredibly shocking and disappointing news. wishing love, healing, and justice to all victims wrapped up in this situation - and former fans, be gentle with yourself. you couldn’t have known and it always hurts to have hard truths revealed like this but on the other side of the coin, let’s see this for what it is and let go. the only defending he needs is from an actual lawyer.

[dollyji]

unsurprisingly, i will not be supporting taeil or anyone who remains close with him going forward. if there is an attempt to make this about fanwars or similar, i will also disengage. all this is about is the victim and their safety. to make it about anything else is disingenuous, callous, and cruel. morality comes over any kind of gotcha, and to use suffering to justify prior opinions or uplift others will not be tolerated here.