#jisung fanfic

note; thank u for requesting! i’m sorry if this is bad,,

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‘Sungie, it’s your turn,’ you mumble sleepily, shaking his shoulder gently.

‘Ok,’ Jisung murmurs back, ‘I’m going.’

You and Jisung had just had your first child together, a daughter named Chunae.

It was hard.

You found that you had fallen so much deeper in love with Jisung over the course of your pregnancy and the first few weeks of your little girls life. You would walk into the nursery and find Jisung asleep in the armchair with the baby on his chest, matching bottom lips sticking out. It filled your heart with so much love and pride at what you’d built with him, the happiness and home that you’d created together. For Jisung, he couldn’t believe he finally had a baby of his own. He’d seen so many of his members become fathers over the years, and had longed to become one himself for a long time. Now that he was one, it hadn’t fully sunk in yet, but he loved Chunae more than anything.

Despite this, Chunae was not an easy baby. For her first week of life, it was generally somewhat straightforward to calm down. It seemed to be one of four things; she was hungry, she needed changed, she wanted a cuddle or had a bad stomach.

These situations were fairly easy to resolve - you would breastfeed her or Jisung would give her a bottle, she would be changed, cuddled or given a stomach massage. Something Jisung loved was hearing her satisfied grunts, her little milk coma face was his favourite sight. But after a couple of weeks, the crying got worse.

Chunae would cry for hours on end, for seemingly. No reason at all. You would both desperately try to calm her, offering her bottles, giving her baths, changing the temperature in case she was too hot or cold, constant back rubs and pats, but nothing would change. She would just cry incessantly.

‘I think she might have colic,’ you sigh midway through one of these episodes.

Jisung only nods, cradling Chunae in his chest and stroking her back while she screams.

The two of you devised a sort of system that would happen when Chunae would cry. If you had not long fed her, Jisung would have to be the one to get up. He insisted on this, wanting you to rest.

‘Hi baby,’ Jisung stumbles into her nursery, rubbing his tired eyes, ‘come here.’

He leans over her crib and lifts her out gently, cradling her against his chest over the shoulder.

‘What’s the matter, hmm?’

Chunae just screams, and Jisung mentally begins preparing himself for the next couple of hours. He begins rocking Chunae in his arms, humming a random NCT Dream song quietly. He massages her back as slowly as he can, hoping to calm her, but to no avail.

‘Let’s just cuddle, okay?’ Jisung had read up a lot on colic, and how to help Chunae. The biggest tip generally was to just give cuddles, so that was what the both of you did with her most nights. Jisung sinks down into the armchair, settling Chunae so that she’s laying in his arms.

‘Don’t cry baby,’ he mumbles, ‘you’re okay. There’s no need to cry, everything’s okay.’

She quietens down a bit, but still strangled cries escape from her lips.

Being sat down with his baby daughter, it suddenly hits Jisung just how tired he is. He’s running on next to no sleep, big thick black bags under his eyes as evidence. He smells a little too, both from the lack of a regular shower and the baby powder and milk.

‘You take the life out of me,’ Jisung sighs, ‘what do I have to do to make you stop crying, huh?’

Chunae just keeps screaming.

So this was what being a father was like.

His hyungs had told him countless times that he would be awake all night with the baby, unable to stop them from crying endlessly, and just how constantly exhausted he would be. But he underestimated just how hard on him it would be. It was difficult to express sometimes. He knew you really have the brunt of it. You’re Chunae’s mother. You carried and gave birth to her, breastfeed her constantly throughout they day, and when you’re not doing that you’re pumping for bottles. Your body is tested every single day, hormones and emotions constantly running high. You’re upset and emotional, but still working so hard for your daughter. Jisung admired you so much. You were the most devoted and strong mother, and the things he had seen your body do were incredible, and it made him love you even more than he thought he could. He knew that his exhaustion wasn’t nearly as close to what you were likely feeling. Jisung tried so hard to help, taking over feeding and night time duties whenever he could to allow you to rest and take it easy. But he didn’t feel like it was fair to you to say he was tired. Despite that, this was when Jisung really felt like he had become a father. This baby in his arms was his, made from him and the person he loved most, his to take care of and attend to every need, to keep alive, to love and to mould into a happy and kind person.

Jisung sits with her for over an hour as her sobs gradually fade into weak murmurs.

‘Finally tired?’ Jisung whispers, ‘just close your eyes.’

Once Jisung is sure that she’s sound asleep, he gently lowers her into her crib, before tiptoeing out of the room.

He’s so relieved to climb back into your bed, even though his side is now cold to lie in.

‘Thank you,’ you mumble, half-asleep, ‘love you.’

Jisung kisses the side of your head and settles down into the mattress, falling asleep quickly. Until two hours later and she’s crying again.

dancing is not on your top list of interests, but park jisung definitely is.

pairing :: park jisung x reader
genre :: fluff / best friend + social influencer au
word count :: 5,563 words
warnings ::none
playlist :: sunroof (nicky youre & dazy) ⋆ just the way you are (bruno mars) ⋆ until i found you (stephen sanchez & em beihold) ⋆ this is what falling in love feels like (jvke) ⋆ kiss me (sixpence none the richer)
author’s note :: wishing the happiest of (belated) birthdays to one very special miss april @dropofgoldensun​ !!!! i’m sorry this wasn’t on time, i tried aksjdfhas i’m very proud of you always, big congrats on leading two very successful, very amazing dance performances and for completing your first year of college (you’re almost there !!!) ily lots !! you’ll get a longer (read: sappier) letter and present in the mail ♡ p.s. i pinky promise this is not a joke this time :’)
↳ part of the not clickbaitseries.

There are three things in life that Park Jisung is absolutely terrified of.

Okay, that’s a big fat lie, and even he knows it. There are actually many things he’s insanely afraid of, but that would take forever to list, so here are the top three, starting from the bottom:

#3. His mom when she’s mad at him (deserved).

She found out he bet Chenle all his meal points that Jaemin would confess to his best friend before she would (Spoiler: he ate ramen everyday for a whole semester. Luckily, Mark sucks at buying groceries online and ordered too many bulk boxes of that instant MSG filled goodness).

#2. Bugs and ghosts.

Both float or fly around and always come out of nowhere. So yeah, he’s putting them together. Also, he’s never going to forgive Donghyuck for convincing him to swap cameraman duties because he ended up filming the Mothman episode for Dream Unsolved while Donghyuck got to enjoy three lobster rolls at three drastically different price points, complete with shaved truffle and edible gold flakes.

Combining his two second tier fears? That’s a recipe for the: Worst. Night. Ever. It was so bad, he wanted to give Mothman a zero (out of five stars), but Renjun said that’s not possible. So he gave it a one. But it’s still a zero in his books.

#1. Confessing to his best friend.

Jisung didn’t think he’d feel this type of primal fear again. The last time he felt this way was when he lost his phone in the Uber drop off zone at Disneyland during the summer of his freshman year. Their rideshare reached the hotel at midnight before he realized his phone was missing, like some modern day Cinderella except he wasn’t Hilary Duff and there was no Chad Michael Murray to find his phone (He blames you for making him watch this movie with you religiously when you two were younger). The driver was nice enough to agree to drive back as Chenle repeatedly called his phone, and he frantically searched beneath the car seats.

All hope was nearly lost when he reached the drop off zone again, leaping out of the car and asking the nearby security if someone turned it in to no avail. They told him to check the guest relations service station, and he had to go through all the security checkpoints again and caught up with the employee right before the station was closed up. They had asked him to describe his phone, and he rapid-fired the make, model, and a description of the lockscreen picture of you and him taken at the Sleeping Beauty’s castle the last time the two of you came here.

When they came up empty handed, he was already dreading the call to his mom to help him cancel all his credit cards on Apple Pay and planning his upcoming funeral in his mind. But Disneyland is truly a magical place because some Good Samaritan did turn in his phone a few minutes later, and the employee returned it to him. He also belatedly realized why no one picked up when Chenle was calling because the caller ID flashing on his phone shows “Sugar Daddy ❤️” in large, unmistakable letters. He humbly takes his device with the twenty-two missed calls from his Splenda Father back from the employee with a meek “Thank you” (He doesn’t miss the side-eye from them and sprints back to the car with his metaphorical tail tucked between his legs. Chenle thought it was hysterical).

So yeah, Jisung distinctly remembers that impending feeling of doom when he thought he had to tell his mom he lost his phone. However, doing that would still be an absolute cake walk in the park in comparison to executing #1 on his list.

You are standing there, looking absolutely stunning in a leather jacket and the prettiest pink velvet dress that you had purchased from the nearby thrift shop. The two of you were just messing around and trying on the most ridiculous outfits, temporarily abandoning your search for some ugly tropical button downs for Jaemin’s beach themed party a couple months ago, when he pulled out that dress behind a bunch of old Halloween costumes, and your eyes lit up. You looked so pretty spinning around in that dress back then, and you look just as pretty, if not more, wearing it now.

“Sungie!” you call him over, noticing him hovering by the doorway that led out to the balcony where you and the rest of your friends are scattered around in a sort of circle, either sitting on the ground or the lounge chairs. The night sky is littered with stars that are surprisingly visible in the city still, and Mark has his guitar out, strumming the chords for a very familiar, very beloved ten minute long song by the Woman, the myth, the legend: Taylor Swift.

Your best friend makes his way over to you, handing you a cup filled with green apple soju, and you grin, thanking him before taking a sip. Standing next to you, he leans back against the railing, forearms resting on top of the iron bars. “Excited that summer is almost here and you’re almost done with school?”

You groan, throwing back half of the drink, and it burns the back of your throat slightly. “Just a few more weeks to go, and I’m finally free. Maybe I should open up a TikTok and pray I get famous, too, so I can drop out and never take another exam.”

“Hey, I’ll help you set up a dancing TikTok if that’s what you really want.” He nudges you, and you laugh, causing his heart to flutter as he beams a little proudly at the fact that he caused that. “I’m serious. You always practice all the dances with me anyway before I film the final version.”

“I don’t think I’m ready to put my dancing out there for the whole world to see. That’s just gonna be between you and me and all my plushies in my room,” you chuckle, tipping back the remainder of your drink. It’s a little chilly out here, and you’re hoping the alcohol will warm you up. “I mean, I do think it’s fun, but I don’t think I can keep up with it all the time.”

Jisung lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Alright, well, one day, I’m gonna finally be able to convince you to show up in my videos and collab.”

“In your dreams, Sungie.” You grin at him before shivering slightly when a small breeze picks up. Instinctively, Jisung reaches out and pulls you closer to him, arm wrapped around your shoulder and side pressed against yours. He belatedly realizes what he just did, and his face turns pink, the blush spreading to the tips of his ears. He desperately hopes that you cannot feel his heart thumping so quickly in his chest, almost threatening to fall out.

You stifle a squeak at the unexpected hug, the heat spreading across your cheeks like wildfire, and when you turn to look at him, you suddenly register you have miscalculated the distance between your face and his. Your nose almost brushes his, and your face burns up even hotter.

“Uh, I—” Puberty makes its untimely appearance in the form of a voice crack, and he hastily clears his throat. “You looked cold and um, I thought it’d be better to uh, share body heat… you know?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely.” You nod a little too vigorously, still very much hyper aware of the fact that if you just tilt your head ten degrees and lean forward a couple inches, then you’d be kissing your best friend whom you have a very big, not-so-subtle crush on. “Good thinking, Sungie.”

“Right?” Jisung also nods a little too enthusiastically, and the two of you simultaneously turn your faces away from each other, choosing to stare at your other friends in front of you instead. “Anyway, what were we talking about again?”

“Oh, just you failing to convince me to make a TikT—oh my god, wait, hold on, this is my favorite part! ‘You said that if we had been closer in age, maybe it would have been fine, AND THAT MADE ME WANT TO DIE!’”

You and the other girls scream the last part in sync for emphasis, and Jisung watches, chuckling as his lips curl up into an amused smile. On the other hand, Donghyuck winces, remarking, “I know that wasn’t directed at me, but it still feels a little too personal.”

His girlfriend merely winks at him, throwing up finger guns before she continues to belt out the next verse, and you laugh, leaning forward slightly. Jisung thinks it’s the prettiest sound he’s ever heard in his entire life, and he wouldn’t mind hearing it for the rest of his life.

When you straighten up, Jisung gently readjusts his hand on your shoulder, casually pulling you towards him again. Your breath catches in your throat as your face instantaneously heats up when he tucks you into his jacket once more, and you are once again pressed against his side. Giggling a little nervously, you avoid any sort of eye contact with him and try to focus all your attention on the current song, loudly singing along with your friends and praying to the Big Man Upstairs that your best friend doesn’t notice that your voice goes an octave higher for a split second when he leans his head against yours.

Taylor is absolutely right. You will remember this all too well.

You wonder if Jisung will, too.

(He does.)

“Why are we doing this dance again?”

Your phone is set up precariously on top of Jisung’s desk and leaning against the mouse Squishmallow you had gifted him for his birthday last year (along with a new gaming keyboard with rainbow lights). He makes sure the two of you are centered in the camera’s angle, nodding in satisfaction before clicking the Play button on the Renegade dance compilation he already opened up on his laptop, which has been placed right next to the phone on his desk.

“Because you missed this one when it first came out, and it’s tradition for us to do all the TikTok dances together,” he says before gently shoving you towards the laptop. “And you pinky promised me you’d film one video with me. Now pay attention.”

“I was tipsy when I said that, and this challenge is like two years old,” you complain. You knew you shouldn’t have drank more the other night, but how else were you supposed to cope with the fact that Jisung was basically cuddling you for at least thirty minutes without combusting on the spot? It was a total setup, and you can’t be convinced otherwise. “Why can’t we do something more recent, like Lizzo’s ‘About Damn Time’?”

Jisung waves you off. “We can do that afterwards. Are you watching the video?”

Grumbling to yourself, you don’t know why you’re even following his directions, but you begrudgingly squint at the laptop screen, taking note of each movement and the timing. Miming a few of the moves, you poke your tongue out slightly in concentration, rewinding the video to review certain parts again and placing all your attention on the dance, just as your best friend had silently hoped you’d do.

Jisung catches himself staring at you longer than it would be considered socially appropriately and immediately looks away, his cheeks immediately turning pink. It’s not his fault you’re so cute, like honestly, why can’t you be a little less cuter and therefore, a little less distracting? Besides, the whole reason he’s convincing you to do an old trend is so that he has time to psych himself up before doing the challenge.

Yes, it’s that challenge: the one about kissing your best friend, a.k.a. the one that’s been making its way around his friend group, a.k.a. the one Chenle has not so subtly called him out for in the comments of Dream: Worth It’s latest video. Okay, so maybe he shouldn’t have meddled in Chenle’s relationship. This is karma coming back to bite him in the butt. Chenle and his best friend are finally dating, but no good deed goes unpunished. It’s all fun and games when he’s not the player, but now, Jisung is in the hot seat, and he doesn’t think he can do it.

As Dua Lipa says, one kiss is all it takes, but Jisung has already fallen in love with you. He just doesn’t know if you are in love with him. And he is almost too scared to find out because it will absolutely crush him if you aren’t, but the only thing fueling him to do this is that it will absolutely crush him just the slightest bit more (okay, a lot more) if, years down the line, he finds out you did indeed love him back, but it was too late. Blame all those sappy romance kdramas you made him watch for instilling that fear in him. He refuses to end up like the main characters of Twenty Five Twenty One.

“Okay, I’m ready,” you announce, cutting his inner pity monologue short, and he jumps slightly in surprise. You hide a smile. “Do you need to rewatch it or do you still remember the dance?”

“Of course I remember it, I’m a professional.” He grins at you, flashing double peace signs, and you laugh, bringing up the song on Spotify and toggling with the timebar until it is paused a little earlier than when the challenge music should start.

“Alright, genius, let’s start the practice recording then.”

After making one final adjustment to the camera angle, you tap the record button on his phone and click the play button for the song. You quickly step back into the frame next to your best friend, getting into the correct position. When the song reaches the starting point of the dance challenge, you move along with it, and Jisung matches up perfectly.

“Wait, hold on,” Jisung calls out a few moments later, stopping his movements and you follow suit. Turning towards you, he puts his arms up to perform as he says, “This one part, you cross your arms first in an X, and then put your hands up, and swing your left arm and snap.”

“Oh, gotcha, so like this?” Facing him, you mimic his movements slowly. As you go through each step, Jisung forces himself to shuffle forward slightly. He’s petrified, too nervous to even take a proper step forward.

This is the perfect opportunity for him to just lean forward and kiss you. He inches forward, heart palpitating erratically, and he’s so, so close, only a few centimeters more. He’s so close he can count every eyelash framing your pretty eyes and see the faint scar on your cheek you got when you tried to bike downhill when the two of you were in first grade and ended up careening into a bush when you couldn’t stop (He cried so hard when he saw you scratched up, and you were the one who had to console him until your mom came out running, instead of the other way around). The butterflies multiply exponentially with every second, and he finally gets his arms to move. He begins to reach out to cup your face when you suddenly look up, beaming at him.

Startled, Jisung flails back, eyes widening and arms flapping, as you exclaim, “There! That’s how it went, right?”

“Oh! Uh, yes, that’s, um… almost right!” he blurts out, completely unsure if that’s even correct. He hurries to reach out and holds your hands loosely before positioning them. “It should go like this, and then this.”

With a start, he belatedly realizes that the two of you are now holding hands, and he drops yours quicker than lightning. He clears his throat awkwardly, taking another step back. Challenge Attempt #1 was a complete failure, but it’s a good thing you didn’t notice. Or at least, he doesn’t think you did because you didn’t do anything heart shattering, like recoil from him and consequently break his heart into smithereens.

“Yeah, so like that,” he finishes lamely. You nod slowly, copying the motions several times before giving it one final resolute nod. “Okay, got it. Let’s try this again.”

You click back to the beginning of the song first then press play and quickly move back to your spot next to your best friend. Repositioning your arms into the starting pose, you wait patiently for the song’s starting point in the challenge. When that familiar melody hits, you immediately begin the dance, and Jisung syncs up with you as well. You get a little farther in the dance this time before one of the arm movements trips you up slightly.

“Ah, sorry, I think I need to rewatch them doing this part some more.”

Your best friend hums in acknowledgment, sitting down on the edge of his bed. “What if you do the dance by yourself first a couple of times and I can spot you?”

You nod in agreement. “Sounds good.”

Jisung very quickly learns that while it may be a good idea for you, it wasn’t a good idea for him. Now that he isn’t dancing and therefore, not concentrating on nailing each move, he’s left alone with his thoughts, specifically one alarming thought in which he might be the first one in his friend group to chicken out of completing the challenge. He’ll never be able to live that down.

“Hey, are you even paying attention to me?” You pout, stopping mid-dance, and his head snaps up, his eyes zeroing in on you once more and his back straightening up immediately.

“Yeah, always… Wait, I mean—! Yes, you’re doing great so far, keep going.” He gives you two very enthusiastic thumbs up, and you beam at him. He inaudibly lets out a sigh of relief, slouching back in his seat when you return your gaze to the laptop.

Heart pounding, you quickly turn your face away from your best friend even more and hope Jisung doesn’t notice how flustered you became. Cheeks burning, you try to focus on the dance video playing in front of you, copying the movements in a smaller scale over and over until they transition into the next move much more smoothly and you feel more comfortable with them.

“Alright, I got it this time,” you declare before taking a few steps towards your best friend and grabbing his hand. “Let’s try it out again!”

You tug him forward from his seat into a standing position, but it seems like you underestimated your strength because he stumbles forward from the momentum and you bump back against his desk. Your best friend manages to catch himself before falling onto you, hands landing on either side of you on the table surface. Your faces are yet again millimeters from each other, and if you tilt your head up just the slightest, you can press your lips against his.

It feels like time is at a standstill, and the two of you don’t dare to breathe for a few seconds, frozen in place. Jisung catches the way your eyes dart down to his lips for a split second, and he gulps, mind going into overdrive and heart racing faster than the speed of light. When he finally regains control over his limbs, he practically launches himself away from you or else, he is one hundred percent sure he’s going to suffer from a heart attack if he continues to remain that close in proximity to you.

“Oops, my bad,” you shrug, hiding a mischievous smile. If Jisung wasn’t so focused on calming his heart down, he might have thought you did that on purpose. But thinking that would just increase his heart rate again, and that’s the exact opposite of what he wants right now. He swears you’re going to be the death of him one of these days.

“Shall we start the dance now?”

“Um, y-yeah, let’s,” Jisung manages to stammer out, turning away from you and staring straight at the phone which miraculously withstood the incident seconds earlier, still balancing against the soft plushie. He focuses on the image of you and him on the screen and wonders if any of his followers will think the two of you are a couple when he’ll post this video on his account later this week. He hopes they do. But god forbid, they start shipping you with one of his friends instead (Side Note: Donghyuck was not very happy when he discovered there were people out there shipping his girlfriend with Jaemin).

The two of you start the dance on cue, going through the movements in sync with each other. When you recognize the song nearing the end of the challenge, you almost let out a pre-celebratory yell, but quickly stop yourself in time because you do not want to redo this entire dance for the nth time. At last, you complete the last move and then throw your arms up in celebrating, squealing in excitement.

You engage in a quick victory dance, and Jisung laughs, fondly watching you before your eyes land on him, and you grab his hands for the second time today (not that he was counting) and pull him around in a circle.

“Guys, gals, and non-binary pals, I have officially filmed my first TikTok challenge,” you announce happily to the camera, finally ending your happy dance and continuing to swing your and his interlocked hands instead.

“Congrats on your upcoming TikTok debut.” Jisung swallows hard before mustering up the courage to tug you closer and wrap his arms around your waist. The butterflies in his stomach erupt into a whole stampeding zoo, and his palms start to grow sweaty. This is it. This is literally his last chance to complete the challenge today or else, he’s going to be thinking about this for the rest of his life and kicking himself over it.

“Thanks, Sungie.”

Slipping your arms around his neck and interlocking your fingers, you proudly beam at him, eyes sparkling and he grins back at you, the all too familiar blush creeping back onto his face. Time slows down once more as he inches forward to close the distance. He sees the pretty gold flecks in your irises and wonders if you’re also hyper aware of every little detail of his now too, and oh god, what if his breath smells? Is there food stuck in his teeth? He should’ve brushed his teeth before this, and—

He can’t do it.

Jisung awkwardly pulls away and chickens out for the second time today, mentally beating himself up already. He misses the look of disappointment that flashes over your features as he mutters something about needing to end the recording now before your phone battery dies and also wanting to crawl into a hole to curl up in the fetal position for the next three hundred years or up until he leaves this god forsaken earth, whichever comes first.

“Huh, I guess my intel was wrong.”

Your best friend halts, finger hovering over the recording button. “What?”

“I mean, I could’ve sworn you were gonna kiss me at least twice,” you say casually, and your best friend almost chokes. He whirls around in his spot, eyes becoming saucers, and an amused smile flits across your face at his reaction.

“W-what are you talking about? You noticed?” he splutters. His eyes grow even wider and he slaps his hand across his mouth when the second question accidentally slips out, and your smile grows even bigger at his indirect confession.

“So you were trying to kiss me.”

“I mean—I—I just—!” Stammering, your best friend flails his arms around in a panic as he babbles on. Giggling, you silently decide that you’ve teased him enough about this and should probably put him out of his misery. Slipping your hand into his, you tug him towards you and press your lips against his tenderly, and he shuts up immediately.

Eyes fluttering open, you pull away with a triumphant smile as Jisung immediately covers his face, the bright cerise that stains his cheeks now peeking out between his fingers. “Oh my god, you just kissed me.”

You nod. “I did.”

Your best friend slowly pulls his hands away from his face, an absolute lovestruck expression painted across his face as he laughs in disbelief. You can see the stars in his eyes, and Jisung is almost positive there are little cupids circling around his head right now.

“Can you do that again?” he asks breathlessly with a mischievous smirk, and you inhale sharply, face warming up at his bold question. “W-What?”

“I mean, that was a pretty weak kiss,” your best friend continues, stepping forward and standing toe to toe with you as he grins at you, eyes curving into the prettiest moon crescents. “I thought you were a lot bolder than that, Y/N.”

“Please, at least I actually kissed you,” you retort, crossing your arms over your chest and rolling your eyes. “Don’t act like you weren’t just blushing and chickening out like ten seconds ag—mmph!”

Jisung captures your lips with his, his hands cradling your face delicately and your eyes flutter shut. It’s the perfect kiss: one that blows away all the butterflies and nerves and evokes the sense of comfort and home—the familiarity of your best friend, of Jisung and every single part of him that you adore. It steals your breath away, and your best friend admires the pretty galaxies all captured within your eyes when the two of you part.

“Nowthatwas a real kiss,” Jisung proclaims as he waits for the stars in your eyes to dissipate. Your face heats up, and you have a very strong urge to wipe the smug smirk on his face off (maybe with another kiss). Scrunching your nose, you glower at him, sticking out your bottom lip, and resist the urge to stick your tongue out.

His smile softens, and Jisung nudges your hand gently before shyly interlocking his fingers with yours. “Should we celebrate your upcoming Tiktok debut and DoorDash some milkshakes and fries from McDonald’s?”

You brighten up instantaneously, squeezing his hand and cheering, “Yes! Wow, I should’ve done this earlier if I knew you’d buy me food. I never thought I’d see the day when you stopped being a freeloader.”

“Hey, I pay for things, too,” Jisung protests, lips jutting out into the cutest pout. He’ll admit that he uses your Hulu account and Amazon Prime, but he pays for Netflix. No, actually, scratch that. He shares Chenle’s email and password with you, so technically, he’s just the middleman and Chenle is the payer. But just give him a minute, and he’ll think of something he paid for. Ah, right, the two of you will be using his DoorDash account that he paid for. Well, it’s the free month long trial, but he digresses.

“Wait, what did you mean by ‘intel’ earlier?” Jisung furrows his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side. Giving him a sheepish grin, you fiddle with your necklace.

“Okay, don’t be upset, but turns out, Chenle and his girlfriend had an ongoing bet on us about who would kiss who first for the past few months.”

“What?”

“It was a hundred bucks, and she told me if I kissed you first, she’d win and split the money with me fifty-fifty.”

“So you were paid to kiss me?” Jisung looks simultaneously scandalized and somewhat impressed by your joint scheme.

“Technically, yes, but I was actually investing in our future because I’ll pay for our first date with this. I did this, so you can continue to be a parasite in this relationship,” you say convincingly, and he almost agrees until it registers in his mind that you called him something offensive and equivalent to a brain eating amoeba.

“I am not a parasite!”

“But I meant parasite affectionate, not parasite derogatory.” You pout at him, looking up at him through your pretty eyelashes, and his resolve crumbles instantly. He really is too whipped at this point. You got him wrapped around your finger, and there’s nothing he can do about it.

“Well, actually, if you think about it, Chenle is the one paying for the date then since it’s his money,” you muse aloud before your eyes widen. “Oh my god, does that mean we share a sugar daddy now?”

“You know what, you’re right. Maybe we can convince Dream: Worth It to sponsor our dates, too,” Jisung says, the gears in his head turning, and you agree. “As a broke college student, nothing is better than free food.”

“But first”—Jisung pulls out his phone—“I’m buying those milkshakes and fries. My treat.” He proudly puffs out his chest as he adds the items to his cart. “I’ll even splurge and add in the five dollar deal for twenty chicken nuggets.”

You laugh, leaning over and placing a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, giddily smiling when his cheeks turn rosy. “So I get the cutest boyfriend in the universe and a whole free meal all in one afternoon? I think my heart just skipped a beat.”

“That’s so corny,” Jisung mumbles, but he can’t suppress the pleased smile that appears on his face when you give him another kiss for good measure. Ducking his head bashfully, he confesses in the softest, quietest voice:

“Mine did, too.”

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tytrackcommented:

my baby jisung come visit my restaurant with your new gf anytime~ ❤️❤️

notanimpastacommented:

do you have a moment to talk about my bsf our lord and savior honeyfairy

honeyfairyreplied:

pwarkjisungreplied:
Yes. Always

bigheadkingreplied:
@ pwarkjisung bro is astronomically down bad

bigheadkingcommented:

@ notanimpasta YOU SNITCHED ????

notanimpastareplied:
THERE WAS NO RULE AGAINST IT

bigheadkingreplied:
you’re lucky you’re cute

bigheadkingcommented:

just fell on my knees in target

notanimpastareplied:
aw sweetheart you really did fall for me

pwarkjisungreplied:
@ notanimpasta this is kinda cute in a gross way but it’s not about me and the loml so i’m deleting your comment

honeyfairyreplied:
@ pwarkjisung i’m the love of your life?

pwarkjisungreplied:
@ honeyfairy maybe

bigheadkingreplied:
@ notanimpasta guess it’s our cue to leave

rapperpunzelcommented:

dear god if you’re gonna make me forever alone please stop showing me coupletoks amen

jenojamcommented:

congrats y/n and jisung~

appletatercommented:

wow the train tracks are looking super comfy

goofys.chucklecommented:

i work at target and saw some guy fall on his knees

sheepshreplied:
@ goofys.chuckle can confirm. i was the cash register

bigheadkingreplied:
@ goofys.chuckle can confirm. i was the guy who fell on his knees

marklyrawrreplied:
@goofys.chuckle yo Alex from target is that you??

goofys.chucklereplied:
@marklyrawr omg should i get you a mustache shirt, draw you an infinity sign tattoo, and play arctic monkeys

marklyrawrreplied:
@goofys.chuckle?????

goofys.chucklereplied:
@marklyrawr sorry i thought you’re in your 2014 justgirlythings tumblr era since you’re using refs from the stone age

donutkillmyvibereplied:
@ marklyrawr i’m sorry babe he’s right i can’t defend your honor here

showmethemonetreplied:
@ donutkillmyvibe NEVER ADMIT HE WHO MUST NOT BE TAGGED IS RIGHT !!!! NOW HE’S GONNA BRAG ABOUT IT TO ME  ALL DAY  

goofys.chucklereplied:
@ showmethemonet it’s tough having a perfect bf who’s always right, isn’t it

showmethemonetreplied:
@ goofys.chuckle ykw i’ll give it to you here, you’re right it’s very tough and that’s why i gotta break up with him

goofys.chucklereplied:
@ showmethemonet … i didn’t think this through. can i have a redo

goofys.chucklereplied:
@ showmethemonet angel why aren’t you replying anymore

goofys.chucklereplied:
@ showmethemonet hello ???

goofys.chucklereplied:
@ showmethemonet pls pick up the phone, it’s your very lovable cute boyfriend calling

10velycommented:

this is so cute lemme just ‍♂️

jungjaeprincecommented:

congrats jisung and y/n :)

peachyangelcommented:

they grow up so fast

itsmebetchreplied:
@ peachyangel stop i literally teared up over this like they’re so cute

pwarkjisungreplied:
@itsmebetch ik we are ☺️

honeyfairyreplied:
@itsmebetch you’re next ☺️

itsmebetchreplied:
@ honeyfairy @ pwarkjisung STOP THE MATCHING EMOJIS TOO (also @ honeyfairypls kindly be quiet ty love)

peachyangelreplied:
@ itsmebetch this is too cute im crying don’t touch me rn

nanaislovecommented:

MY BABY IS ALL GROWN UP NOW ✨

letswonwoncommented:

marklyrawrcommented:

ayoooo let’s gooo congrats dudes !!!

takoyaki_princecommented:

congrats jisung and y/n ! !

moominjuncommented:

this is so cute i’m gonna go take a nap on the highway now

appletaterreplied:
@moominjuni think i’ll join you ‍♀️‍♀️

goofys.chucklereplied:
@moominjun@appletater aw you two are planning a date together

moominjunreplied:
@goofys.chuckle i woke up and did not choose violence today but it’s never too late to change my decision

goofys.chucklereplied:
@moominjun

​​moominjunreplied:
@ goofys.chuckle i will haunt you

goofys.chucklereplied:
@ moominjun i look forward to interviewing you on dream unsolved

​​moominjunreplied:
@ goofys.chuckle

sheepshcommented:

gotta watch out for selener

sungchannelcommented:

so glad tomorrow isn’t promised

apado gwenchana god commented:

nice

street racers! nct dream

*please don’t street race lol it is very illegal and dangerous.

mark:

• the definition of friendly competition.
• random but he prefers circuit courses
• a polite winner but internally lovesdestroying his competition
• winning by a landslide is so much more fun for him than the close call of racing to the end side by side
• has a really dumb name for his car that all his friends clown him for but it’s endearing so whatever
• cleans and repairs his own car (mechanic…. mark lee…. checking the bonnet…. on a hot… day… in a white… shirt…. and…. rolled up… sleeves…)
• cupholders filled with coins lolol
• always a good handshake at the end of a race
• does not, absolutely refuses, to drive on wet days. no rainy races for mark.
• races in his pyjamas sometimes
• lost his first and only high stakes race and hasn’t done a large bet ever since. only person that could maybe push him to that edge again is chenle.
• knows how to dirtbike too

renjun:

• loves the sound of revving engines, the initial start is his favourite part of the race.
• cocky asshole; drives into the finish line slowly if his competition is far behind.
• sees jeno as his rival and thrives on challenging him
• actually a very chill and civilised driver when he isn’t racing. races flip a competitive switch in his head.
• a cheater, your honour.
• loves drifting into alternative roads and routes for shortcuts just to confuse the other racer
• prefers group races rather than 1v1
• the dickhead that ditches everyone as soon as there’s a police threat. he’s gone by the time everyone’s shut their doors.
• hehe, i can see him choosing an item of clothing to match whatever paint job his car currently has. fashionable and speedy.
• sarcastic when he wins
• renjun puffs out in exhilaration, fingers brushing back the hair in his eyes, “i mean, you weren’t too far behind. step on the gas a little harder and maybe you’ll lose by 20 seconds instead of 40.”

jeno:

• drives a ford muscle car
• personal races with yellow lights to just pass it before it turns red. depending on his mood he’ll either run the red light or get super pouty about it when he slows down
• prefers night races
• manual driver… mmmm… <3
• favourite part is the police chase. in the moment his mind goes completely blank but he loves the thrill of swerving traffic.
• always has someone in his passenger seat for the fun of it. maybe a hookup, someone cute from the audience, jaemin because besties support besties.
• such a good winner/loser, always smiling after a race no matter how it turned out and asking for another race if he liked the other person.
• except for when the one dude swerved into his lane a little bit too suddenly for his comfort.
• usually just lets his friends hype him up while he gets ready to race
• was the one who taught haechan burnouts

jaemin:

• largest collection of cars out of all the boys
• is a nerd for tyres. studies his racing sites to know what tread patterns are most efficient. rim is always absolutely spotless and shining.
• has a specific air freshener he hangs as a good luck charm
• loves picking people from the crowd to start the race, like they’re his own personal flag girl/boy for the day
• custom car mats hehehe
• a very underrated driver, not known in the scene to be really really good but he’s definitely scary competition
• thinks scheduled races are kinda stupid, has more fun with spontaneous challenges from chenle or haechan, but takes it up if there’s a large prize
• challenging and cocky smile to the other driver just before the race starts, sends a wink if he thinks they’re cute.
• is an absolute whore for police chases, the ring of sirens and flashing lights behind him is so exhilarating. especially when he gets caught speeding during a race; avoid the police and crush the other racer? easy competition

haechan:

• petty argument? beat him at a street race or you’re wrong.
• not a sore loser but absolutely does hold a grudge. mental noting of wins and losses with every person.
• a total dork for burnouts and donuts
• basically just a show off. it’s not all bark though, he’s good behind the wheel and he knows it.
• signs his competition’s car when he wins like an absolute dickhead. he doesn’t tell them but it’s like his signature by now so people expect it.
• starts little races with strangers on the freeway or red lights, whether or not they know about it, he just needs to be faster than them.
• the best at shit talking, either to throw off the others or just work them up.
• has a specific set of rules and only races with those rules. super strict on everyone else following them but definitely breaks a few if he knows he can get away with it to win
• changes car paint when he gets pissed from losing
• when he first started racing, he messed with the other car’s tyres until he landed a black eye and learnt to just race fairly
• “id obviously beat them whether or not i touched the thing, it’s just cute to see them all angry and confused.”

chenle:

• lives for drifting.
• road skid marks are his guilty pleasure.
• that and round-a-bouts lol
• so obnoxious, plays music on full blast with his windows rolled down. it makes him feel cooler when he wins.
• loves his car to bits but is so awful at taking care of it. he has to go get it repaired and inspected after every race.
• basically a reckless driver
• taeil is chenle’s mechanic
• its a white luxury car with butterfly doors.
• whether or not he loses, definitely a double or nothing person. thrives on the high risk, high reward gamble of racing.
• if his competition works him up enough, he’ll bet on their car just for the high stakes. absolutely does not need or want a second car, just thrilling.
• “keep the thing,” he teases, shrugging off his jacket with a grin, “just wanted to scare you.”

jisung:

• i dont know how but he’s the most cocky yet humble one. maybe he’s just really shy about his skills.
• absolutely so annoying. lies and randomly shouts that authorities are coming when they are absolutely not.
• the typical movie type pose of leaning against his car with his arms crossed and a stupid playful smile.
• bumper sticker baby hehe
• not too well known but definitely leaves an impression when he absolutely and unexpectedly destroys them
• very dejected when he loses, works himself up and asks for an all or nothing lap
• chenle is the best with indulging his sore losses, always raising the stakes until jisung calls chenle a fucking idiot for betting something so outrageous.
• probably drives some sort of convertible because he thought it looked cool and likes the feeling of the wind
• gets so very flustered when the anyone flirts with him before/after the race because huh? he’s here to race but oh my god they are kind of cute too.
• tinted windows
• asks jeno to race him when he’s bored because chenle always gets too competitive
• complains about gas prices but always leaves his car on for the show of it
• interior has led lights

winnieracha:

good for us

warnings: RATED 18+ contains; language, smut [ unprotected sex, riding, hair pulling, objectification, exhibitionism, voyeurism, spiting, cum play, oral sex m!receiving & f!receiving, breathe play, orgasam ruining, dom/sub undertones. ]

pairings : 3racha x fem!reader

taglist:@hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf

a/n : i’m not entirely sure how i feel about this one yet but i know if i keep rereading it i’ll probably end up making it worse. this is unedited so there’s bound to be some mistakes hidden throughout. i hope you enjoy xxx

The small couch in Chan’s studio wasn’t nearly big enough for the four of you to sit comfortably together and with Jisung inability to sit still you somehow ended up squished between Chan and Changbin while Jisung sat in Chan’s chair off to the side.

The movie was long, way too long for any of you to sit through one by one each of you taking turns getting more antsy as the film went on.

It wasn’t until you felt a cool touch brush against your thighs that you brung your eyes up from your phone taking in a sharp breath as Chan’s fingers dipped into your folds. Leaning over he pulled you closer to him giving him better access to your center.

“Make a scene and I’ll stop.” Chan’s voice was firm, eyes focused on the screen casually continuing his conversation Changbin as if he wasn’t playing with you in front of two of his best friends. Moaning softly you tipped your head to the side hoping to hide your face in his shoulder. You weren’t quiet, he knew that it was a struggle for you to keep your sounds down to a minimum.

Gasping, you felt his fingers slid into you, thumb brushing against your clit, fingers curving just enough to hit the spot that always drove you crazy. Biting your lip you looked around you trying to focus on something, anything to keep yourself in control. However, what you found was not what you were expecting.

From his position in the chair, Jisung’s eyes found yours, big and wide taking in the situation in front of him. When he joked about the two of you having sex in the studio earlier never once did he think you would continue with Changbin and himself in the room.

Locking eyes with him a whimper fell from your lips as you noticed the tent forming in Ji’s sweatpants. Squirming slightly you pushed the blanket to the side just enough to give him a better view and watched his eyes light up with shock as he focused in on Chan’s fingers pumping into your pussy.

“Jisung-ah you like what you see?” Chan asked, his eyes still focusing on the screen. You weren’t sure when he noticed the peep show you had been giving Jisung but even after his voice pulled the two of you out of your trance his fingers never slowed, continuing to let the pleasure build within your stomach as you felt yourself dance along the edge of relief.

Looking up you tried to read Chan’s face but his eyes were locked onto the tv even though you knew he was not watching anything on the screen. Silence falling over the three of you as you watched Chan’s eyes flicker over to Jisung who was silent. Eyes wide with panic.

“I asked you a question Ji. Answer me, do you like what you see ?” Chan asked again his tone stern as he continued pumping in and out, thumb grazing your clit pleasure pooling in your center.

“Hy—hyung I—shit I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-” Jisung stuttered his voice low barely above a whisper. Eyes meeting yours in the same moment Changbin muttered something about the lyrics he was writing on his phone completely unaware of what was happening besides him.

“Don’t apologize, you wanted to watch right?” Chan asked even though he knew the answer. “Shift this way let Sungie see your pretty pussy.” Following his orders you shifted towards him spreading your legs further apart giving Ji a better view, completely disguardging the blanket to the side.

Almost frozen in his position, Jisung watched as Chan fingered you, his fingers working thoroughly to bring you to your release. Were his ears deceiving him? Did he hear him right? Jisung had a crush on you forever, hell they all did. It was only when they found out you were sleeping with Chan that they stopped talking about the hypotheticals. The news put an end to the hushed conversations the younger members would have whenever you came around wearing something too short or too tight for comfort.

As Chan’s fingers pumped in and out his thumb circled your clit your eyes fluttered shut for a moment before a light smack against your clit caused you to open them again your eyes wide finding Chan’s. Shaking his head with disapproval he smirked at your confusion. “You wanted him to see you. Keep your eyes on him. I want you to watch him while you cum.”

Nodding your head you whimpered, lightly biting your lip to keep your sounds down. Eyes locked on Jisung as you imagined it was him touching you. Craving his fingers on you as pressure began to pool in the pit of your stomach threatening to spill over.

“Can I?” You asked softly your eyes pleading with Chan who simply shook his head. Confused, you furred your brows together. “Channie please,” You tried again, your moans lost in your throat as you focused your energy on trying to obey Chan.

“Don’t ask me. Ask Ji, if he wants you to cum then you’ll cum.” He spoke both of your eyes, turning to Jisung as you began to plead with him.

“No.” Jisung said boldly, nodding his head at Chan, signaling for him to remove his hand from you just before your orgasam took over your body. Moving forward Jisung kneeled in front of you. “I want to be the one to make you cum.”

You weren’t sure when but by this time the three of you had Changbin’s full attention. His phone long discarded his hands running over your thigh.

“Please Ji please touch me.” You whined as Changbin’s mouth connected with your neck tongue trailing lightly over your skin. His breath was hot on your neck as he chuckled.

“You sound so fucking good when you’re like this. Needy for someone to touch you. Needy for one of us to touch you. Eager for hyung to share you with us. For him to let us treat you like a whore.” His words taunt you. For a moment your eyes leave Jisung turning to face Changbin, his lips finding yours pulling you into a rough kiss.

If there was one thing about Jisung, it was that he didn’t need to be told twice. The moment the words left your mouth something inside of him shifted his gaze turning almost predator-like as he moved closer pulling the fabric down, hands gripping your thighs pulling you closer to him as his mouth connected with your core.

You gasped fighting the urge to press your thighs together as you let your body feed into Jisung’s touch. Holding you steady Changbin’s hand gripped your chin keeping you in place letting his lips devour yours while Jisung had his way with you down below. Unlike Chan, Jisung ate you out with a power you couldn’t quite comprehend. His tongue fast against your clit, pace unforgiving. You hadn’t even realized you were bucking your hips off of the couch until Binnie’s free hand pressed against your hips, his firm grip keeping you in place for Jisung.

“Keep her quite Binnie. We don’t need any other ears passing by to know what we’re doing in here.” Chan ordered Changbin’s kiss deeping at the request.

From where Chan sat he had the perfect view of the scene in front of him. The sight of you spread open for his members made his heart clench with pride. His members deserved the best and of course what better way to reward them for all of their hard work than you? He was well aware of the crushes all the members had on you. He was aware of how the small comments stopped after Jeongin told the rest of them he walked in on the two of you. They respected him and they respected you as their friend and more than that as someone Chan was seeing.

Of course though there were never any set boundaries and tonight Chan was allowing you what you’ve wanted for a while. The idea of being shared amongst his members was something the two of you talked about frequently. You were interested in the 8 of them and as you found out in the past Chan thrived off seeing you with others. He loved to watch and it seemed perfect.

Without any warning Jisung slipped his fingers into your center curling his fingers perfectly causing your body to struggle against Changbin’s hold as you moaned into his lips. The feeling overwhelms you, leaving you unable to focus as you let your body secum to the pleasure you were feeling.

Moans muffled by Changbin you felt yourself inch closer and closer tethering on the edge once again completely unaware of Chan moving around the room. “She’s close, Ji.” He spoke, causing Jisung to fall back, a whine falling from your lips as you broke away from Changbin. Jisung’s fingers instantly come to your mouth smearing the wetness on your lips, pulling you in for a rough kiss.

Breaking away Chan tapped your thigh, his touch pulling you away from the kiss as you waited for his command. Pulling your shirt over your head you sat back completely bare, a smirk playing on his lips motioning for you to come to him.

Repositioning yourself on the couch you hovered over Chan’s lap watching in awe as Changbin shed his clothes letting his cock spring up falling back against his stomach. Mouth watering you stood there frozen in place taking in all of him while Chan moved beneath you lining hip tip up with your entrance.

“You like what you see?” Changbin smirked, his voice low chuckling lightly, pumping himself a few times bringing himself to your lips. Opening your mouth you stuck your tongue out letting him slide in at the same time as Chan, both of them entering you together. Gasping around Changbin’s length you tried to relax Chan’s pace already sending you into a daze.

Changbin was almost the same length as Chan but way thicker feeling heavy in your mouth you struggled around him gagging instantly the moment he hit the back of your throat.

Running his hands up your side Chan gave a light tap on your hip. “Relax baby girl, it’s ok.” He hissed as Changbin pulled on your hair bringing your attention to him, his movements stopping pulling out of your mouth completely.

“Do you trust me?” He asked softly, his eyes locking in on yours as you nodded, whimpering as Chan continued to thrust into you. “Good, I’ve got you angel. I won’t hurt you unless you ask me to, ok? Let’s try again. Open for me.” He prompted, his hand still in your hair guiding you down his length.

In unison the two of them worked together thrusting into you, their pace steady. Eyes wide you looked up at Changbin watching as he groaned curse words leaving his lips, hand continuously guiding you never leaving your hair tugging roughly at your roots.

“You can be rough Binnie, she can take it. She’s ready.” Chan groaned his voice raspy as his pace speeding up his length twitching inside of you. On command Changbin’s grip tightened on your scalp pushing into you roughly. Tears pooling in your eyes you choked around his cock, breath leaving you as he held your head in place, nose pressed against his skin. Looking up you watched Changbin closely letting the tears fall as he growled pulling back roughly. Air filling your lungs, you gasped coughing harshly as Chan kissed your neck. “Fuck I love watching you like this. So fucking beautiful baby, you’re doing so well.”

Nodding at Chan’s words you smiled proudly bringing your hand up to his neck rubbing the side of his face softly. Feeling a light smack against your cheek you broke your eye connection with Chan turning your attention back to Changbin instantly opening your mouth for him.

The look on Changbin’s face as he thrust into your mouth was almost enough to send you over the edge. The pure ecstasy taking over his features as he continued to thrust into you his pace matching Chan’s once again overwhelming your senses. Hand finding your hair again, Changbin guided you roughly, his groans getting louder as his thrusts began to get sloppy.

With one last thrust Changbin came shuddering lightly as you swallowed around him taking his load down before he pulled out of your mouth falling back on the couch. Without Changbin your focus fell back to Chan who was thrusting into you relentlessly chasing his own high slamming your hips down onto him.

“Can I- I need to” You cried eyes searching Chan’s face as his hand gripped the back of your neck bringing your head down to his.

“Don’t even fucking think about it. You can’t cum until Jisung says so or did you forget?” He growled, his grip keeping you close as you whined. You had forgotten, you were so wrapped up in Changbin and Chan that you had forgotten about Jisung. He was the sole reason this whole night started and yet you had forgotten all about him.

With a few final thrusts Chan came hard, filling you up and kissing you roughly while he continued to fuck you through his orgasam. “Be good for Sungie yeah? He’ll take care of you if you’re good, ok?” He spoke softly, his grip on your neck loosening as he thrusts stopped pulling you off him.

From the chair Jisung sat quietly, he had watched his hyungs use you in awe. You were spent and rightfully so. Cum leaking out of you, a thin layer of sweat covering your skin. You looked beautiful and just the sight of you like this made him go feral.

While you leaned back onto Changbin, Jisung stepped up kneeling down on the couch in front of you pushing your legs apart, a chuckle falling from his lips. “Missed me?”

“Jisungie,” You whined watching helplessly as he toyed with you. “I’m sorry.” You cried, your body shuddering as you felt him lick one single stripe from your entrance to your clit gathering cum on his tongue. Leaning forward he gripped your cheeks prompting you to open your mouth. Mouth open, tongue out Jisung let his spit drip into your mouth.

“Swallow.” He ordered watching you closely pushing your hair out of your face. Running his finger slick with precum messily into your folds causing you to squirm underneath him showing him your tongue now completely clean. “Hold her open for me hyung.” Jisung ordered, thrusting into slowly you hissed, throwing your head back onto Changbin’s chest, feeling his arms snake around your front pulling your legs apart and into your chest.

Hips snapping into yours Jisung’s pace was relentless. The sounds of your skin smacking together paired with the wet squelching sounds filled the room. Tears falling from your eyes, you babbled mindlessly begging Jisung for some type of relief. You needed to cum, and more importantly you want to cum for him.

“Shit Ji look at her she’s absolutely fucking ruined. Doesn’t she look beautiful?” Chan rasped his voice smooth and thick like honey from his seat on the side. Eyes locked on you Jisung stared intensely down at you his hand rubbing you clit frantically as he continued to pound into you.

“She is,” He groaned voice strained as the warmth of your body mixed with the reminisce of Chan’s cum blanketed around his cock bringing him closer and closer to his release way faster than he originally expected. “She’s so beautiful. Fuck you’re so beautiful sweetheart.”

Whimpering softly you bite down on your lip hard to keep your moans contained as you felt yourself come close to the edge once again. “Please Ji, please” You murmured barely coherent as your mind fogged cloudy and overwhelmed.

Doing his best to hold back himself Jisung nodded, increasing the pace of his fingers along with his thrusts before he spoke. “Cum.” he ordered and just like that you’re orgasam washed over you Changbin’s hand securely placed around your mouth keeping your voice quiet as you moaned loudly. Clenching down you milked Jisung’s cock bring him to his own relief, head falling forward, his body collapsing on top of you partially as his cock twitched inside of you, stuffing you full once again.

For a moment the two of you stayed like that nozzled into one another heavy breathing filling the silence before Jisung pulled out falling back to the other side of the couch. Brushing your hair out of your face, Changbin kissed your hair with a smile playing on his features. “You did good angel.” He spoke softly.

Nodding you smiled weakly you felt Jisung’s hand running over your thigh as he sat up a fucked out expression, pupils blown and a lazy smile. “He’s right you did so good for us. That was amazing.”

You wanted to thank them but as you opened your mouth the words seemed to fail you causing you to close your mouth again smiling softly completely dazed out. With a chuckle Chan rolled closer to the three of you, his hand stroking your cheek softly.

“Its ok baby, you don’t have to talk. How about we get you cleaned up and we’ll head back to the dorms you’ll stay with us tonight yeah?” He questioned smiling down at you proudly.

“Yeah.” You whispered nodding your head softly laying back. After a few moments of silence the three of them began to take initiative shuffling around the room. Helping you pull on your clothes and getting a sip of water. In awe you say back, completely amazed by their affection before Chan pulled you to your feet, his arm securely locked around your frame.

“Let’s get you home baby,” He smiled, kissing your hair as he lead you out of the building.

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