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There's no way in hell you could've seen it coming. What you had seen as some simple joking and teasing with Donghyuck, Jisung had interpreted as something else entirely. A soft touch here, a lingering stare there and one could practically see the fuming steam rushing out of Jisung's ears as he glared at you giggling because of a joke Donghyuck told.
Jisung knows – or should know – that you would never feel what you feel for him for anyone else, especially not for his friends, and even if you did, it's not like you would ever act on something as insignificant as a little crush and put your relationship with the love of your life on the line.
Donghyuck is generally known as a person who more than enjoys physical contact; he always hugs people, or goes as far as to press a big, wet kiss on one's cheek, so it shouldn't be something that concerns Jisung. It's not like Donghyuck did any of that to you, however. He might be a menace, but he would never come between one of his friends and their partner.
Still, it seems as if it doesn't sit right with Jisung how close you and some of the members had gotten, and it shows in the way he just got up from his place on the couch, startling both you and Donghyuck by grabbing you by the arm and pulling you out of the room with him.
You had sent Donghyuck a shocked glance just before you were forced to turn the corner, and he had answered with a simple shrug, wide eyes and an agape mouth.
As soon as the door slams shut behind you, Jisung presses you against it, though still maintaining a distance of the length of an arm between the both of you. You blink at him, the first shock having faded by now to leave nothing but cluelessness behind.
Your lack of talking takes Jisung aback and he lowers the arm that was just pressed against the wooden surface next to your face.
"What the fuck?!" You finally bring out, blinking furiously as you lean your head forwards slightly.
Jisung takes a deep breath before scrunching his eyebrows, the stern look from before having a comeback on his handsome features. "I didn't like that."
"Like what?" You blink slowly once.
"Why do you have to be so touchy with him?"
Oh.
Ohh.
A smirk creeps onto your features and you lift a hand to pinch Jisung's cheek. "Aww, are we a little jealous?" You pout fakely, pulling on the soft flesh of his cheek that you hold in between your thumb and pointer finger.
Frowning ever more, Jisung pushes your hand away from his face, grabbing onto your wrist instead to push it against the door. "Don't do that."
"But I'm right," you say, and there's so much confidence in your voice that you hope Jisung envies. You smile, dropping your head to the side as you eye Jisung's form. It's probably not the right moment for this, but you can't help but to notice the way he's pushed the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, exposing his quite muscular forearms to your eyes.
You're glad that you've known Jisung long enough to know that he's not really angry with you. If there's something that really bothers him, he reacts much more directly and addresses the topic when the both of you are calmed down and alone.
This is different, so there has to be something else behind it.
"You're a brat," Jisung retorts, suddenly grabbing your hair, yanking your head back a little to make you look at him, catching you off guard. Your eyes widen as you look at him now almost innocently, your previous victorious smile completely wiped off your face at this point.
Sometimes, you feel like Jisung underestimates his own strength. He seems so naive and bumbling, but maybe he actually does know what he's doing, showing you his strength in moments like these, so nonchalantly and confident that seems so far off his usual personality.
And it makes you rub your legs together involuntarily.
"Does this get you off?" Jisung asks, catching onto the action due to the lack of space in between your bodies. His attitude is not faltering at all as he keeps staring you down, and you feel intimidated, almost humiliated by its intensity. "Hm? Did you do this to piss me off? Flirt with my friends, get their eyes on you with your tiny clothes, let them touch you just because you're such a whore for attention?"
You hadn't even noticed him getting closer until his breath fans faintly over your mouth. You gulp, you're sure there's this tiny hint of submissive fear showing in your eyes right now, the one that only Jisung's able to get out of you.
"Answer me."
"I-I wasn't-"
"Why are you lying to me?"
You push forward, you body now pressing against his as you reach to connect your lips with his in a kiss. Jisung isn't having any of your antics, pulling back just far enough for you to realize that he's not going to kiss you. The action has you whimpering.
"What is it with you, huh? Get on the bed." You obey, quickly stepping over to Jisung's bed as soon as he releases his hold on your hair. Behind you, you can hear him mutter under his breath, "can't believe my beloved girlfriend is such a slut."
Kneeling on the bed, you're waiting for him to make his way over to you. He does, slowly, until he sits down at the edge of the bed, raising his brows slightly as he looks over at you.
"I don't know what you're waiting for," Jisung says calmly, gesturing to his lap. You mutter a quick "sorry," before you shimmy to sit down on his thighs.
"No," Jisung sighs, "are you stupid? Lay down."
And suddenly, it dawns on you what he's about to do. You comply, though, the thought sending a tingling sensation down your spine, heat coiling in your lower stomach.
"Look at you, fucking whore, your skirt is so tiny, your whole ass is exposed." Jisung brushes over the expanse of your cheeks, and you bite into your fist, anticipating the first hit.
It comes, though way harsher than you thought, and a mewl escapes your lips. Jisung's never spanked you before, but you can't say that you never dreamed about it, imagined it when you had too much time for yourself.
The stinging pain sends tingles through your core, causing wetness to pool in your panties with every slap that makes your ass jiggle for Jisung's eyes only. You're so unhinged at this point, enjoying the way he's trying to punish you even though you love it so much, that you let out a moan at his next harsh slap.
"You're so pathetic," Jisung mutters, spreading your cheeks apart to be able to see the dark, wet stain on your panties, "you're dripping just because I spanked you."
You suppress a giggle, wiggling your ass a little and lifting your hips. Jisung gets the hint and pulls your panties off of you. One of his long fingers collects the wetness that had seeped out, spreading it further over your folds. You press back against him, but he does not grant you the wish of finally being touched properly.
"You want my fingers?"
"Yes, please."
"Tell me I'm the only one who can make you feel good."
"What?"
Jisung smacks your ass again, much harder this time, the pain causing tears to pool in your eyes as a small scream escapes your throat. The next second, your hair is being pulled again, causing your upper body to lift into the air, and Jisung leans over so he can look at your face.
"Okay, if you don't want to say it, I'll make you." And with that, he pushes two of his fingers into you, setting a rapid pace from the start. He knows your body well enough to know what makes you scream, so he does just that, fingertips brushing over your sweet spot over and over again with such precision that your eyelids flutter shut.
Due to your position, you can't moan properly, only choked sounds coming out of your mouth and you can't even stop them. Jisung knows exactly what he's doing, touching you everywhere you need him at once, pushing you close to your high in no time.
"Fuck, you're clenching so much around my fingers, are you that close already? I'd be humiliated if I were you, putting up such an act only to fall apart on my fucking fingers that quickly."
You whine, his degrading words getting to you and you can almost taste your orgasm. You try to keep your sounds in, afraid that if he knows you're going to cum, he'd deny you your orgasm. Much to your surprise, he lets you, walls clenching repeatedly around his digits as you make a mess on his light jeans.
With shaky thighs, you try to catch your breath, and Jisung lets go of your hair, making you fall forwards. "I'm not done with you."
He picks you up, laying you down on the mattress on your back with your head towards him. You look up at him as he towers over you, hands making quick work to open his pants and get his dick out. "Open."
You comply, opening your mouth and letting your head rest on the edge of the bed, and Jisung teases his tip against your tongue before slowly thrusting in. You gag once he reaches the back of your throat, but make no moves to stop him. You love it when he uses your body like this. Once Jisung's made sure you can take it, he sets a medium pace of fucking into your mouth.
His fingers find your hole quickly, thrusting his fingers back inside as the pad of his palm massages your clit simultaneously. You moan against his dick, sending vibrations through it that make Jisung groan out as well.
Jisung speeds up his movements, his fingers touching you as deliciously as before, but this time, the way his cock keeps choking you only adds to the pleasure your feeling. It's messy, but your hips buck violently as you scream out around him, another orgasm taking over you.
Though he hopes you don't hear it, Jisung curses above you. He absolutely loves the way you look when you cum for him.
A harsh slap is delivered to your clit as soon as Jisung's pulled out of your mouth, and you whine at the pain and overstimulation, pressing your thighs together.
"Hm? Do you think Haechan could make you feel like this? Make you cum so fast with just his fingers?" Jisung walks around the bed, yanking your body so you lay perfectly in the middle of the mattress. You're already a little hazy from cumming twice in such a short time, but Jisung does not seem to have mercy on you.
Within seconds, he appears on top of you, tip instantly brushing over your folds. The overstimulation causes you to whine out as his grazes your clit with it, and Jisung smirks. Though, you love it, pushing your hips closer to him to finally feel him inside you.
"You want my dick, baby?"
You whine again, nodding your head. Jisung reaches out to brush a few hairs out of your face, the gentle action a stark contrast to his roughness. "I'll give it to you, but you have to promise me something."
"Anything," you breathe out, eyebrows scrunched in anticipation. You're so turned on right now, your own cum coating the insides of your thighs already.
"Moan my name."
You groan out at his words, at his possessiveness, nodding your head again. Jisung seems satisfied with your response, rubbing his tip over the whole length of your slit again before slowly pushing in. Your eyes roll back as he fills you with his girth and you have to grab onto the sheets underneath you to ground yourself, the feeling overwhelming.
Jisung finally bottoms out, then sets a rough pace pounding into you. The moans just spill out of you, you don't have it in you to hold anything back at this point, mind too hazy and too focus on the feeling of Jisung dragging along your walls to care about the level of volume of your sounds.
"Jisung," you groan as he keeps hitting into your sweet spot, hands flying up to grab onto his arms, and your hips come up to meet his thrusts.
"Louder."
"Jisung!"
"Louder."
You practically scream out his name at this point, going crossed-eyed as Jisung grabs onto your hips to pull you onto his dick over and over again. You feel yourself crumble in his hands, so close all over again that your thighs begin to shake, the muscles around your stomach clenching repeatedly.
"Who do you belong to? Who's slut are you?"
"Yours."
"Say it."
"I'm your slut, Jisung," you cry out as you cum for the third time, tears spilling out of your eyes at the intense feeling of pleasure. The orgasm is so mind-blowing that your sight goes black for a second, and you can feel your face tingle from the lack of blood.
You're so far gone that you don't even realize Jisung pulling out of you just seconds later, jerking himself to finish over your stomach. Once you've relatively come back to your senses, you look up at him. You imagine what you must look like, hair tousled and spread out over the sheets underneath you, cheeks blushed and eyelids heavy over your glossy eyes.
"Are you okay?" Jisung strokes over your cheek before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. There's a hint of worry in his eyes as he scans over your body. He's always so cute like this, checking up on you after screwing your brains out.
"I love you," you sigh, smiling weakly. Jisung returns the smile, then kisses your lips. You gaze into each other's eyes, gently stroking each others bodies and making out, then you feel Jisung's hardness against your entrance again.
"Let me make love to you now," he whispers, completely ignoring the way his cum sticks between both of your stomachs. You nod and sigh as he pushes into you all over again.
A loud knock on the door startles you.
"I get it, Jisung, I'm sorry, I'll never talk to your girlfriend again, just please, keep it down this time, I'm trying to take a nap," Donghyuck's voice sounds from outside, making you and Jisung giggle into each other's mouths.