Kinktober day 15 - sensory deprivation x Han Jisung (gn!reader)
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Jisung whimpered, eyes fluttering shut and arms tugging softly at the ropes that held his limbs to either side of the bed, feeling your hands softly wrap a blindfold around his head, before tying a secure knot to hold it in place.
“Too tight?” You asked, voice low, and Jisung shook his head, face getting redder with every passing second
His breath hitched when he heard you pick up the ball gag on the bedside table, and he opened his mouth, trying to relax his jaw, but as soon as he felt it against his lips, he couldn’t help but tense.
“Are you okay, puppy?” Jisung felt you lean forward, visibly relaxing when your hand cupped his cheek “You don’t want the gag?”
“No!” He said with a rather loud voice “I want it- I just- I’m nervous- but I really want it,”
You hummed slightly, before giving him a light pat on the cheek, and going back to the ball gag, slowly bringing it to his mouth before securing it around his head. You leaned back, taking in the sight of Jisung tied up on the bed, blindfolded, and gagged, looking possibly as helpless as you’d ever seen him.
“You remember your non-verbal safe word?” You asked, and Jisung immediately nodded
Smiling approvingly, even though you knew Jisung couldn’t see you, you looked down to see his cock hard and practically dripping against his abdomen. Slowly, you brought your hand to it, tracing just a single finger along him.
Your boyfriend immediately responded, his hips bucking upwards and a throaty whimper passing through the gag- you could already see drool about to pool and drip at the side of his mouth. You cooed softly, and Jisung tried to whine in return.
Without warning, you suddenly wrapped your entire hand around the boy’s cock, and gave a quick pump. Jisung moaned, and despite it being muffled, it was loud. You smirked, and continued pumping him at an immediately fast pace. Jisung began to struggle against the restraints, head moving around, and the saliva that had been pooling finally dripping down the sides of his chin.
Again, without warning, you stopped, earning a retaliation of muted whines, and the fussing of the boy beneath you. You stayed still for a moment, before getting up from the bed. At first, Jisung calmed down, and he’d stopped complaining, but then you took a step, and another. You were actually just going to the other side of the bed, but the boy immediately began to make noise again, his whining much more desperate than complaintive now.
You decided not to speak, and instead stood still for a while as Jisung’s whines died down, the boy realising now that since he hadn’t heard the door open and that you’d stopped walking, you probably weren’t leaving him.
“You want me to touch you, baby?” You asked, and Jisung nodded fervently
Leaning over him, making sure not to put pressure on the bed so that Jisung couldn’t feel you, you, again, took an almost harsh hold of his cock, causing yet another throaty moan, and you began pumping him.
This time you didn’t stop, and slowly moved onto the bed while continuing your actions, going between Jisung’s legs.
It was only another two minutes or so of pumping, caressing, and taking the occasional pause, before Jisung’s moaning turned into garbled speech that you assumed to be begging, his body movements only getting more sporadic.
“You gonna cum?”
He nodded, whining and whimpering, trying to get out words that he and you both knew you wouldn’t be able to make out.
“Okay baby,” You smiled “Cum for me,”
And a few seconds later, he did, hot white strips spurting out of his cock, hips bucking and muscles tensing, involuntarily tugging on the ropes.
You got off the bed, wiping your partially cum-covered hand on Jisung’s bare thigh before walking to the closet, and pulling out a bottle of lube and a strap, smirking as you looked again upon your boyfriend waiting on the bed, chest heaving up and down, completely unaware of how far from done you were with him.
Kinktober day 7 - edging x (Han) Jisung (f!reader)
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“Please mommy- please-” Jisungwhimpered, his hips practically shaking from the effort he was putting into trying not to buck them up- knowing if he did you’d just stop touching him all together
You had a single finger running up and down the boy’s dripping length, watching his body convulse, taking in the thin layer of sweat covering him, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, his muscles tensing and untensing, and the trail of drool dripping down his chin.
“You’re so pretty all weak like this, though,” You smiled softly, leaning down and pressing a light kiss to the head of Jisung’s cock, and he twitched “You look like an angel- mommy’s own little angel,”
“Y-you’re just saying that so I’ll let you edge me w-without complaining- ahh-”
“Partly,” You chuckled, licking a long stripe up Jisung’s cock, and he almost sobbed “But mostly because it’s true. I could look at you forever, beautiful,”
Your smile widened as you watched Jisung’s cheeks heat up, his eyes going to look everywhere but you, and, most noticeably, his mouth was shut.
“Nothing to say?” You cocked your head “Is that how much of a praise-slut you are?”
Jisung whined, beginning to fuss again, and you chuckled, quietly hushing him.
“I’m kidding, pretty,”
The boy puffed his cheeks and turned to the side stubbornly, and while his attention was turned on looking mad, you gave him a quick pump with your entire hand. Jisung’s eyes widened, and he moaned- loudly.
“Fuck- mommy- nngh- again- please again-” He started, and you swear you could see the beginnings of tears in his eyes
You hummed, pretending to think for a moment.
“Nah,” You smiled towards Jisung, and he whined again
“Has anyone talked to Y/N today?” Han asked looking up from his phone. A chorus of ‘nos’ sounded from his friends. “Yesterday then?” Again, no one spoke to you. He scrolled through social media and was disturbed by your lack of updates. “When was the last time they called anyone?” he asked the room.
“I’ll ring them up,” Bang Chan said, “they’re probably holed up and making kissy faces with their boyfriend.” He typed in your phone number, not needing a saved contact. Crinkling his nose he left you a voice message. Felix tapped his friend’s leg and showed him an updated photo. Your boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend, posted a photo with his new partner. “Oh, shit,” he said to himself.
“Maybe that’s why they aren’t answering,” Felix thought. Chan agreed and called you a second and third time.
“What do you want Chan?” you rasped into the phone the fourth time he called. You sniffled and wiped tears from your face. Something was wrong, and he knew it. You never called him Chan.
“I just wanted to check on you,” he said softly. “We were worried about you. Haven’t heard from you in a few days.” All the boys huddled around Chan and his phone as he increased the call volume, making it easier for them to hear.
“I’m great Chris,” you lied. “Why wouldn’t I be ok,” you gasped, “Because I got dumped like yesterday’s trash? Because he moved on after 2 days?” Your chest contracted every passing second and it was harder to breathe. “I’m so tired,” you sobbed into the phone, unable to control it anymore, “I’m so tired of breaking down and having to pick myself back up. I’m tired of being the second choice. I’m so, so tired Chris.”
The sound of you crying on the other end of the line broke everyone’s heart. No one knew what to say. Chan looked around at the somber faces surrounding him. “Where is Han?” he asked. Everyone swapped glances and shook their head.
You flung your phone to the other end of the room and pulled your blanket over your head. Curling into yourself, you groaned and tried to ignore the knock on your door. Sadly, the longer you ignored it, the louder it got. Suddenly, it stopped, but you heard keys in your door and footsteps in your house. A few minutes later, there was a light knock on your door.
“Y/N,” you heard a voice call, “Are you sleeping?” Even though every fiber of your being wanted to tell him to leave, you pulled the blanket from your face.
“I’m awake Ji-Sung,” you said. He sighed in relief and opened your door gently. You turned on your bedside light and rubbed your eyes. “I only told you where that key was in case of emergencies.”
“It was an emergency,” he tried to lighten the mood, “I brought you ice cream. ” Taking one look at you, his heart broke. “Hey,” he said softly, sitting at the end of your bed. “Wanna talk?” Tears stung your eyes and he could see your lip tremble. He stretched his arms out and you launched yourself into them. Cradling your head against his shoulder, he rocked you side to side.
“What’s wrong with me?” you cried into his shirt. “What is so wrong with me that I can’t be loved?” He pulled away and cupped your face, searching for some sign that you were joking.
“What are you talking about?” he whispered. “Why do you think you’re not loved? Do you not see how the guys look at you? You are their literal sunshine. Our day doesn’t start until you arrive.” He swept the tears on your cheek away with his thumbs. “Do you not see how I look at you?” His voice was so soft and nervous. You brought your eyes up to meet his.
“How,” you asked, “Like a clown? I’m so pathetic.”
“Why can’t you see yourself the way I see you,” he said, smoothing your hair behind your ear. “So what, you hit a rough patch. You are smart and successful. Beautiful and funny. You’re not pathetic.”
“Sounds like you’ve given this a lot of thought,” you laughed dryly.
“Only since you walked into our practice room, with Chan. Your laugh was so infectious,” he admitted. After three years of loving you from a distance, he decided this was the time to shoot his shot. “I was so jealous. I wanted you to laugh with me like that. All I could think was 'Wow, how do I get someone like that’?”
“You don’t want someone like me,” you told him. He pulled your face closer to his and touched his forehead to yours.
“Oh,” he sighed, “But I do. I do. I want the person that makes everyone laugh. I want the person that looks effortlessly beautiful. I want the person that kicks my ass in video games. I want the person that holds me while watching horror movies. I want that person. I want you.”
“Sungie,” you muttered, “You don’t want me. I’m broken, no good.”
“Let me pick you up. Let me help you put yourself back together,” he pleaded. “Let me love you.”
“I don’t even love myself,” you admitted. “How can you?”
“Because I see how marvelous you are, even if you don’t,” he told you. “I’m not going to give up on this. Give me a chance, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere.” He brushed his lips against yours and to his delight you didn’t pull away.
“Han Ji-Sung,” you chuckled, “You are a fool. This is probably the worst idea you ever had.” He smirked and kissed you again.
