|| awakened pt 3 || p.js
pairing: jisung x afab!reader
genre: smut, mature. mdni, cheeky, idol x black bestie au
warning:. flirtation, teasing, excessive use of the word noona lol, size kink, cunnilingus, fingering, slight exhibitionism/almost caught, confident boi Jisung, BDE Jisung agenda.
wc: 2.38k
a/n: so I have been working on this since March, and I am so sorry it has taken so long. if I'm being honest, Jisung wasn't even supposed have his own part, but his large hands have me in quite the grip. to my Sungie enthusiasts, @neoculturecollectives & @brownsugarbaybee, and everyone else waiting for this, thank you saur much for your patience😭🫶🏾 also, this isn't proofread🌚
“Here you go, Sungie” you place the bowl of piping hot stew in front of the young boy “be careful, it’s hot.” he nods wordlessly and rushes to take a bite of one of your favorite foods “ou- fuck that’s hot” he glances in your direction, fanning his tongue, to see you giving him a look of disproval with your hands on your hips. “Jesus- I just told you to be careful!!” you claim in exasperation “what, do you need me to blow on it and feed it to you?”
He immediately pauses and looks at you with an interested expression. you scoff a laugh, turning away from him “I don’t even know why I asked.” you hear the dragging of the stool against the hardwood floor as he stands up “pleeeeease” you shake your head and continue your task of washing the dishes “Jisung, no.”
You think he’s given up until you feel a chin fall onto your shoulder “please noona?” you tense at the pet name and tilt your head to see him giving you the most adorable side-eyed puppy dog pout, “...fine.” you say gruffly before drying your hands and taking over his previous seat, instructing him to stand in front of you. There’s a brief period of silence as you blow on the soup letting out a monotonous, “ahh,” to which he complies and repeats as you feed him.
“What are you staring at?” you question as you feed him the last bites and place the spoon into the empty bowl. “nothing, noona, you’re just..so much smaller than me” the phrase bringing heat to your cheeks as you’re instantly thrown into a memory of your last interaction-
“Well this is a surprise” a pink cheeked Jisung turns around leaning his back against the locked door, “did you..need something?” You look at him with a raised brow as he stalks toward you, continuing to eye you. “You know, the least you could do is spea-” you’re hushed when he places a hand on the left side of your neck. you can tell he’s unsure of himself through the hesitance of his touch, so you decide to remain silent and allow him his exploration of your body.
His free hand runs featherlight touch from your shoulder, down your arm to your hand- pausing to inspect it in its entirety, mainly relishing in the petiteness of it in his own, before resuming his trail and resting his hand on your waist. you shift your weight and let out a sharp breath as his right hand flexes against your throat in an attempt to compose himself as he seems to be getting overwhelmed by the feeling of you, “you’re so much..smaller than me noona” his grip drops a bit and tightens on your hip “well..”
You’re brought back to the present as you feel Jisung’s hands on your thighs, his fingers mindlessly tracing shapes on them. “Well I’m finished here so-” “do you want to-'' you both pause, looking at the other to continue speaking before chuckling softly, “you go first.” Like the gentleman he is, he allows you to speak your statement of finishing your task, “I said I’m finished here, so, I’ll go to my room.” You can feel his hands falter against your bare skin, “o-oh..”
There’s an offness to his response, clearly signifying that he has more on his mind, “what is it you were going to say?” your question is gentle as he looks at you with a sheepish, sour smirk, “it’s nothing noona. You can go to your room, I’ll finish up the dishes.” He doesn’t even leave you room to respond as he’s already grabbed his dirty dish and returned to the sink. What's with him?
You're 99.9% sure he's doing this on purpose.
But on the .01% chance that he isn't, you manage to barely maintain your composure.
For some reason it’s like the other guys don’t even live here anymore. They’re always gone doing who knows what, yet you always see Jisung. His presence has been even more..well, present, as of late. You don’t know if it’s your ovulation hormones, but everything about him stands out to you.
When he walks into the house straight after a workout drinking water, dressed in insanely compressed shirts tucked into loose basketball shorts. When he walks into the kitchen fresh out of the shower with a towel around his shoulders to dry his hair- you can just tell his abs are being flexed beneath the oversized white t-shirts he wears.
The way he licks his lips in attempt to make his whistles come out smoother, when in reality, it’s just making you feral. You catch yourself watching him from the couch and have to snap yourself out of it as he joins you, “What are we watching?” You shriek and scoot away from him when water from his wet hair flings in your direction. “Jisung, you have to completely dry your hair.”
You watch as he half rubs the towel through his hair and shake your head sighing, “bab- that’s not how it’s done Sungie.” Soon you’re tugging the towel from his hands and straddling his lap. Though you act like you aren’t paying attention, you notice his expression is confident, unfazed. Just studying you. Almost as if he knew you were having certain thoughts about him.
“Was this just an excuse to get close to me, Noona?” You jump, accidentally grinding against him, as his large hands come to your waist. Your eyes finally meet one another’s, his smirk so naturally sexy your breath hitches. When did he get this confident? His eyes slowly trace over your face, noticeably taking in how close your lips are to his own.
When your hands freeze in his hair, his eyes drift back to yours, “something wrong?” You shake your head, “You’re just so..big.” Whether you’re talking about his hands against you, his growing bulge, or just him in general- he doesn’t know, but you see something in his eyes flicker alight.
“You know Noona, I think you were right..” you tilt your head as indication for him to continue. “I think I do have a size kink..” you don’t say anything, just stare at him. “Because..every time you’re in my presence…looking up at me….I just want to completely demolish you.” Your eyes gloss over and you let out the faintest whimper, causing him to let out a condescending laugh.
“Ohh, Noona. You’re so easy. If I had known how sensitive a kitten you were I’d have taken care of you sooner.” Then he leans close to your face, as if about to kiss you, before pulling back- chuckling as you chase after him, cross eyed gaze solely on his lips. “And a desperate one too.”
He looks ready to tease you some more but refrains as he hears the voices of a few of the members entering the house.
“Unless you’re going to take this further in front of the boys, I suggest you get off of me gorgeous.”
That night ends with heated stares at Jisung and the boys teasing you about how flustered you look.
Or so you thought.
As you pad into the kitchen you notice how quiet the house is. It isn’t unusual for some of the guys to go to bed a little early, but for it to be pitch black at only 11pm- they must have a really early schedule.
When you close the fridge, sipping on your cold tea, you’re startled by a husky whisper. “What are you doing up?” You turn to Jisung with a hand over your racing heart and softly respond, “I got thirsty.” But he wordlessly passes by you to grab a fresh bottle of water and replaces the tea in your hand.
“If you’re thirsty you should hydrate, not dry yourself out with a caffeinated..beverage.” he chuckles leaning against the counter next to you and drinks the tea that was once yours, “You’ve gotta stay nice and moist.” There’s a beat of silence before he bursts into quiet laughter, ‘I couldn’t even take myself seriously with that one.”
Your giggles are cut short as he pivots to face you, swiftly lifting you onto the counter. “Can you tell I’ve been in the gym Noona?” Based on the look you gave him, he even found himself cringing at his line, “Okay, yeah, i-ignore that-”
He takes a deep breath and starts over, “What I’m trying to say is, do you see how easy it is for me to toss you? I could just ragdoll you as I please, couldn’t I?”
It isn’t until now that you’re getting fed up with the tugging of his back and forth teasing. “Are you just going to talk or will you actually do something this time.”
Your question turned statement catches him off guard for a split second, but he shakes his head, quick on the cover up and scoffs gripping the counter; just close enough for you to feel the heat from his hands on your thighs.
“I’ve only been trying to be respectful of you Noona.” His hands ghost over the skin of your calves “Because once I touch you,” before tracking their way up to firmly rest on your thighs, eyes slowly dragging up to meet yours, “there’s no getting rid of me. Understand?” Your breath is shaky as it releases in a pant, but you nod nonetheless.
You allow the tips of his fingers to slip beneath the t-shirt you’re wearing- which, now that you think about it, may or may not be his. “So you not only steal my clothes..but when it’s worn, you choose to wear nothing underneath.”
He lets out a laugh that nearly sounds like a growl and digs his fingers into the flesh of your ass. “Does it make you feel closer to me? Were you just waiting for a moment like this? Me sweet talking your pussy to leak on this counter?”
The whimpering is uncontrollable at this point. How does he even think of these things?? You’re snapped out of your thoughts when his left hand latches onto your face, giving your cheeks a slightly tense grip as his thumb begins massaging between your folds. “Kitten? I asked you a question.”
The dominance is suddenly upped- almost in a similar manner to someone you’re very familiar with, but it is oh so natural and perfect on him.
“I-I don’t know.” It’s obvious that you just spat out an answer, already wrapped up in pleasure, so he takes his actions even further, “You are way too distracted and dumb- and so soon already.” He nips at your bottom lip before releasing your face and pulling you to the edge of the counter, “Try and keep your noise down. Think you can do that for me?”
You nodded eagerly, biting your lip. Now, this man could have been asking you to assist him in a bank heist, but the sight of Jisung’s face between your legs, in the kitchen- he could ask you to do anything and you’d say yes.
Immediately your head is thrown back before slowly tilting back down to look at him, your eyes meeting instantly as he flat tongues the first lick to your clit.
Never did you think you would see, let alone be the cause of, Jisung in such an erotic position. With his hands up your shirt, pinching your nipples, your fingers reach out to brush his bangs away from his eyes, but that sets him off and he’s fully diving into you. Feasting.
Though your breathing alone is noticeably audible, he doesn’t reprimand you over it. He only inserts his index and middle finger in you, pumping in a perfected ‘come hither’ motion as he begins sucking on your clit.
Just as someone opens their bedroom door, seemingly heading to the restroom, you let out a less than soft moan, “Jisung.” The person’s steps falter, but that only makes Jisung increase the speed of his fingers as his free hand latches onto your mouth and nose, blocking your airflow.
Despite the lewd noises his tongue and your juices make, the person continues their journey to the bathroom.
“Dumb fucked out kitten can’t even keep its mouth shut, so I’ll shut it for you.” Your tongue tries to loll out as your head tilts back, but with his hand covering your mouth, it only runs across the sensitive flesh of his palm.
The texture of your tongue causing him to falter and let out a small groan, “Can’t wait to get your tongue on me?”
The visual to his words with the lack of oxygen have you clenching around his fingers, which in turn prompts him to moan against you, “mm ‘bet you just imagined being on your knees for me, didn’t you?”
You feel your body both tensing and going slack as he eggs you closer to your climax. “You’re enjoying the feeling of my fingers so much. Just how much further will my cock make you fall apart?”
And those words. The hidden promise in them. That is what brought you to your end. Toes curled, back arched, and legs both spreading and drawing back in a way that causes his fingers to caress your insides differently at the last second.
You end up biting down on his hand as a means to keep from screaming as juices spurt out of you, but he just takes it; focused solely on the rapid lapping of his tongue and the contradicting strokes of his long digits.
Your vision fades even darker in the already pitched kitchen, but Jisung’s soft voice and large hands coddling your face pull you back to reality. “Noona..Noona? You here with me?” You blink up at him, nodding as a stupid dopey grin slowly makes its way onto your face, “mhm.”
He sighs a chuckle and shakes his head, “alright Dopey, let’s go get you cleaned up.” Making sure your legs are stable as he helps you off of the counter, he guides you back to your room to care for you properly- the mess you made on the floor slipping both of your minds.
Little do you know what tomorrow has waiting for you
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