Im Still Not Over The Jisung Ass Slapper Headcanon

i’m still not over the jisung ass slapper headcanon 😫

lmao nah me neither 🖐️😔 he'd fall asleep and use your buttocks as his pillow :( and he'd pepper kisses... he likes to look at it the same way he likes to touch it. he wouldn't confess that he's got a fixation, but if you're too far away then his eyes would suffice until you catch him staring at it way too intensely; you'd know exactly what he's thinking because a blush would peek out of his ear and neck and he'd clear his throat, totally busted. he'd steal glances at your ass when you don't realize it, and he'd probably get caught doing it by the members. he SWEARS he doesn't notice his hands always end up on your butt. if you're distracted he'd approach you and give it a squeeze. if you're hugging, his hand would go there. if you're kissing he'd span you goodbye when you pull away. he's too goofy so he gets away with it i guess.

badly missing istj jisung

⌗ . . . renjun as your boyfriend !

requested. hi!! can you do renjun as your boyfriend, please? tq by anon.

✿ you both are such a soft couple, honestly. even if you’re not the type to be all lovey-dovey, renjun brings out the soft and mushy side of your, and vice-versa.

✿ “what are you doing?” renjun asked, smiling from ear to ear as he continued with his painting. resting your chin on his shoulder, you looked at the painting he was currently making. smiling, you answered, “nothing, just giving the love of my life the love that he deserves.” this statement instantly making renjun blush, and then trying to changing the topic, “could you, uhm, pass me the pai-” he turned to face you, but became an even flustered mess.  

✿ his favorite nicknames for you: love, my love. whenever he thinks about love, you’re the first person that comes to his mind. and so, the nickname love/my love. it’s just so romantic, and feels very much intimate. those days when it’s a lazy morning and he just goes, ‘just a little while longer, love.’ with that hoarse morning voice and the disheveled hair as he pulls you back in bed.

✿ bantering with renjun goes nowhere. because both of you know that he’s right. wearing a proud look on his face, renjun grins, “oh, just accept your fate, love. i won the game fair and squ-” he gets cut off by the feeling of your lips on his. “okay, now that’s cheating,” he laughs, pulling back from the kiss with the most lovesick grin on his face.

✿ he has a habit of tucking your hair behind your ear. i think i’ve mentioned this before as well, but i just can’t get the imagery of this out of my head. i’ve seen how he takes care of the dreamies by sometimes fixing their hair and i honestly think he’d do the same thing with you :(( anytime he notices any stray strands of hair in front of your face, he’d smile to himself, and leaning in closer, he’d tuck your hair behind your ear.

✿ (like chenle had once mentioned) he really cares about things like promises or traditions. for example, your first year anniversary, or a plan to do something together on a weekend.

✿ you guys are literally daegal’s godparents. and there are so many times that chenle’s commented that you both would be great parents, which never failed to make you both bashfully deny it (but unfortunately, renjun’s evidently pink cheeks and coy smile couldn’t).

✿ he once called you an idiot (affectionate) in mandarin, but since you’ve heard how much he uses that word when with the boys, you already knew what that word meant. “i know you just called me an idiot, ” you said from where you stood, laughing to yourself, thinking how ironic it was that renjun didn’t know you knew what he meant. “what else do you know, missy(/mister),” renjun chuckled, greeting you with a back hug while at it.

✿ also has this habit of muttering “cute” or accidentally calling you cute out loud, but instantly denies it. “no, i did not say that! i said flute! you must’ve heard it wrong,” renjun defends himself, trying his best to hide the smile creeping on his lips.

✿ there was this one time when you tried making your favorite dish for him, but unknowingly put too much sugar/salt in it.

“how’s it?” you asked expectantly. processing the flavours of your dish, renjun takes another spoonful. chuckling, he replies, “this is—” *another spoonful* “—amazing.” smiling in content, you think of trying it yourself, but snatching the bowl from your hand, renjun eats another spoonful, “nuh-uh, this is mine.”

“oh, c’mon. let me try it too!” you said, reaching out for the bowl. he hesitantly handed you the bowl, and you ate a spoonful of that absolute mess. “this— how— why did you eat this?” you asked, disgusted with your own cooking.

renjun’s features softened and a sheepish smile spread across his face, “i didn’t want to upset you because you put so much effort into cooking this, sorry,” he apologised.

“now i feel bad that i fed you something as horrendous as this, god.”

and with that, you both ended up sharing a bowl of noodles from your favorite chinese restaurant while you guys watched your favorite movie.

✿ —; daily texts with renjun.

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sorry i needed him to shove his hands ** ** **** rn lol i am so not sane for jisung anymore

# nsfw + mdni, jisung tries to to fuck you quietly in his hotel room.

ah—ji–! less than subtle rustles of his sheets, long, slender fingers rushed to clasp over your lips as your eyes squeeze shut, trying to be quiet when his hand cups your drenched panties, jisung’s body draped over yours as he pressed you deeper into the hotel bed, god, who made hotel walls so fucking thin? and he’ll never hear the end of it, not with haechan on the other side, jisung can almost already hear his exaggerated mocking moans to tease him tomorrow, the only reminder keeping jisung from fucking you carelessly hard into his sheets.

fuck it, he’s not giving haechan a show. shhh, jisung whispers, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he kisses up your skin, teeth grazing until he finds your sweet spot, biting down and sucking a dark hickey as his fingers slip into your panties, your heated gasps and whines poorly muffled by palm over your lips.

fuck, it’s sinfully evil to have hands like his, shoved into your cute cunt, slowly pumping and curling in your soaked folds. spit wetting his hand messily with your cute drools and whimpers, pretty bruises littering your neck, jisung’s quiet, deep groans right against your ear, sending electricity down your spine with how fucking sinful he sounds, deep from his throat and raspy from after a concert.

ngh– ji, ‘m gonna—! your muffled cries slipping through, salaciously wet sounds of his fingers increasing his pace, cum f’ me, pretty, he whispers, husky and low on the verge of a growl, fuck, has you tearily sloppily coming undone, jisung’s bony fingers slipping out and coated with your juices, a dark smirk on his lips as he teasingly hangs his wet fingers in your sight.

no, ‘s embarrassing– you whimper, burying your face into the sheets and just peeking out enough to see his fingers dip into his lips, savoring your sweet taste as he licks them clean tantalizingly slow, intentional to make you flustered,,, it’s only you who can see this side of jisung, the dark hotel room and his glasses slightly fogged with his panting breathing, scent of sex heavy in your nose, and his soft lips wrapped around his wet fingers.

—

f-fuck, s’ fucking tight, jisung pants, burying his face into your shoulder, gritting his teeth to resist a moan, his hand so wet with your spit as your muffled cries are trapped by his palm, sweat wetting his hair into messy strands as he pushes in just the tip, just the tip of his fucking massive cock, flushed red with need and laced with a prominent vein. shit, ‘s like i didn’t fuck you on my fingers enough–ngh,,, your fingers desperately clinging to the sheets, tears spilling over your lashes as your eyes clench shut, painfully good stretch driving you mad with pleasure, god, why’s he so big?

and inch by inch until he’s fully sheathed in your pretty cunt, a string of drool hanging from his plump lower lip to the bite on your shoulder, your hand reaching to press his harder against your lips to resist the muffled moans slipping through as his hips slam into yours, ‘s a lewd view like this that makes him insane for you,, when your hair’s a mess, pretty body trapped beneath his, so completely under his control to shut up your voice, burying his thick cock into your tight pussy with lewd, loud slaps of skin and squelches of arousal, his bites on your neck and shoulder, hickeys splotchy and all his, it’s a mess jisung adores.

sloppy thrusts, his tip kissing your cervix, the sudden whines and clench of your cunt as you cum hard in a crying mess into his hand, hips pushing back to meet his, fuck, ‘m gonna cum,, jisung pants, ‘m gonna fill you up, pussy’s all mine from inside, yeah? his thrusts sloppier by the second, his words eliciting a pretty, muffled whimper from your lips, ji, fill m-me up, want it inside–! and jisung’s more than willing, his thick load of love released into your swollen cunt as he lets out a loud moan, deep, raspy, breathy with lewd pleasure before he can stop himself, cute cunt milking him of his cum a little too good for him to handle, god, he could just fucking breed you up if your pussy wants it so bad—

and your gasps for air as he releases your lips from his grasp, only for him to thrust hard, eliciting a cry of his name, w-wait, jisung—ah! fuck it, baby, jisung mutters, ‘m not done with you, fuck who hears.

—

that fucker, haechan groans as he rolls his eyes, a taunting glint in his dark gaze, tinged with annoyance, shifting in his bed. his fingers reaching for his phone, a smirk on his lips as he presses record before reaching into his sweats.

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AND THANK UUU he’s so cute i couldn’t help it 😩