# Shush !! P.js

# shush !! p.js

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.

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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.

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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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insane. crazy and insane and out of my mind

꒰ 𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ꒱ 이민형

summary : one thing about your boyfriend, mark, is that he would always take care of you — even if you were annoyingly drunk — and he was embarrassingly in love

genre : fluff, mark x afab!reader, slice of life tws : language, kissing, mentions of alcohol, pet names author notes : oh he’d be a good boyfriend i just know it word count : 1k

it’s a good thing the elevator in your apartment hadn’t gone out yet, otherwise the man on your arm would’ve been upset — though he’d never let you know that.

he just loved you too much for that. and you kept telling him about how much of a good night it was for you; he’d never dream of ruining that.

“baby,” he stated quietly, pulling your arm around his waist higher, as it kept slipping, “hold on, just a little longer… why’d you have to live on the 10th floor? thank god the elevator isn’t out. is the view really worth it though?” he watched the numbers climb, illuminated electronically above the door.

your eyebrows furrowed, and though you were hunched against him, you willed your head up. deadpanning, you replied, “duh.” to which he just laughed at. “you just don’t get it mark! have you seen it? it’s beautiful! not more than you, but you know.”

“many times — actually, i helped you move in, baby.”

you giggled, head falling into his side, “y-yeah, you did… do you remember haechan falling up the stairs? he wasn’t even carrying anything heavy! oh my god, it was so funny i swear i peed my pants!”

mark thought that, for a drunk girl, you were very good at not sounding slurred with your words. however, standing or walking in a straight line were two very different tasks for you to accomplish in this state. but he thought it was cute that you thought of him to pick you up and make sure you got home safely. he loved that you loved him so much; shared so many memories with him and were still willing to make more. and truthfully, he loved you more.

the elevator dinged, the voice telling you that the doors were now opening. mark braced his arm around you tighter, hiking you up to be, at least a little, straighter.

you trudged along, holding him back with his attempts to keep a steady pace. you knew it was difficult to move on your own accord in your current state but, honestly you could’ve just fallen asleep on the floor if you fell.

“work— with— me— here, y/n. please,” he gritted, practically dragging your giggling figure. “do you even want to sleep in your own bed?”

your eyes narrowed soberly, “are you staying?”

“will that make you walk faster?”

as if possessed, the thought alone was enough to make you straighten your back and begin willing your legs to move — clumsily, but you knew your boyfriend was still a crutch to make sure you didn’t hit the floor.

he laughed in disbelief, the relief once you two finally had made it to your numbered door; mark putting in the passcode and it chiming with satisfaction.

“you scare me sometimes, baby.”

you hopped in place, the door swinging open with the length of his arm. you slumped against the wall, unhooking the strap of your heels and kicking them off.

“let’s go to bed!” and when you were about take off down the hall, a hand grabbed yours and stopped you — your feet comically still stomping in place. your eyebrows furrowed, and you looked over your shoulder in confusion.

“first,” he started, leading you down the hall; for a moment you thought he just didn’t want you to run, but he turned off into your bathroom. he hit the switch and illuminated the room, your eyes shutting instinctively. “your makeup.”

you whined, trying to get out of his grip, “no.”

“you’ll kill me in the morning, babe,” he grabbed your waist, hoisting you onto the counter and trapping you with his body, “it won’t take long.”

your pinky swung from the porcelain and into his view, “promise.” you weren’t asking, and that made him laugh.

his pinky connected with yours, “promise.” he replied adamantly, mimicking your movement and kissing the end of his balled fist.

he got to work, grabbing the remover and a couple cotton rounds. he gently swiped your skin, and you swear your head kept drifting to the side with tiredness. you couldn’t help that your boyfriend was the sole reason you could get a good-nights sleep. instead of trying to keep you up, he grabbed it, huffing out another laugh at your antics, but letting you fully fall asleep in his hand.

mark admired you as he tried his best to get the mascara off, smudging it and making you look a little foolish. he thought you were cute; the way your lips were parted, small snores leaving them. the slight crease of your brows as he put your moisturizer and serums on. he swears he could feel his heart swell, knowing you were just that comfortable around him — so adamant to have him by your side — to have him love you.

and he did.

he loved you so fucking much. his future was you. if he was your world, you were his sun. you were his lifeline. you were the one person he knew he could rely on without contest. if he was a producer, you were his muse. everything revolved around you. even if his thoughts weren’t originally for you, they’d eventually make their way back to you. he was excited to talk to you about anything and everything. he was blindsided by a love as strong as this mutual one. he’d die for you, and that’s why he lives.

honestly, he was so embarrassingly emotional right now for you, he could feel the tears welling up.

he swallowed the lump in his throat, grabbing the other side of your head and watching as you blinked blearily.

you smiled sleepily, “when’d you get here, baby?”

he could feel your arms climb around to be his neck, pulling him and simultaneously pushing yourself to get body-to-body. you always craved the warmth (even without thinking) like you were cold-blooded.

“i’m always here.” he kissed the side of your mouth, whispering against your lips, “now, let’s go to bed?”

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