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promise-you-doie · 3 months

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Second Time | P. Jisung

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not proofread, a few grammatical errors

the first time Jisung met you, you had left an imprint on his brain. You weren’t really too different from everyone else he’d met, at least that’s what he kept telling himself.

But really, it wasn’t making sense.

He just couldn’t understand why he kept thinking about you so much, the sweet vanilla perfume you were wearing, and the cherry red lipgloss that stained your pretty puffy lips. Your soft voice and gentle doe eyes.

“Do you need help?” He asks when he sees you reaching for the butterfly encyclopedia on the top shelf. It was then that he noticed the variety of butterflies that you have stamped on you. The silver butterfly claw clip tying half your hair up, the blue butterfly print decorating the front of your shirt, the butterfly necklace hanging around your neck, and the butterfly ring wrapped around your right ring finger.

“No, I got it.” You reply, continuing to reach for the book over the top of your head. yet jisung doesn’t take your “no” for an answer and easily lifts his arm above you to slide the book back out and lower it down to where you can reach it.

You were thankful but shy, so you murmured a “thanks, but I could’ve gotten it myself.”

and Jisung responds with “You’re welcome.” Smiling at your awkward pout. Usually, he was nervous around strangers but something about you compelled him, he wanted to know more. He needed to know more.

Unfortunately, you ran away before he could say anything else or introduce himself.

It took two months for him to see you again.

for the entire two months you occupied his thoughts, every time he saw a butterfly or moth your face came to his mind. Anytime he smelled a vanilla scent he thought of you, when he saw the color red he was reminded of the red lipgloss that covered your lips.

He found himself mindlessly doodling butterflies in his notes and even sitting by the encyclopedias in the student library hoping to see you again. But it’d end up the same every day. He’ll be left slightly kicking his feet against the library carpet and moping about the time he wasted waiting for you when he could’ve been working on his list of overdue assignments.

However it didn’t stop him from doing it again the next day, the day after that, and the day after that.

After so much time had gone past he figured he’d just give up. So he told himself this was the last time, after this he’d continue his life and pass you off as a mere dream.

an hour had passed and then two hours had passed and then three. Jisung looked around in his seat, scanning the entire library from his view. And when he didn’t see you he let out a deep sigh and stood up the chair. Collecting his bag and laptop, he headed towards the exit.

Maybe you were just a dream, a really good dream.

Maybe he’ll be lucky enough to meet you again in a dream, maybe he’ll get your name next time, maybe he’ll get to know more about you.

As he opens the door to the library someone comes rushing in, accidentally running face first into Jisung’s chest and dropping their book on the floor right below his feet.

“I’m sorry.” The soft and familiar voice is the first thing Jisung notices, the butterfly encyclopedia laying on the floor is the second. And the warm sweet vanilla scent was the third. He reaches for the book before you do, securing it tightly in his hands so that you can’t just grab it and run like you did once before.

“thank you” you mutter, hoping that would make him loosen his grip on the book.

It doesn’t.

He refuses to let go until he sees your face. Until he’s sure that it’s you and that you’re real. not some enchanted being that he’d made up in a dream.

When you raise your chin, and lock eyes with his. He knows more than ever that you’re real.

The first time he met you he couldn’t get you off his mind, the second time he met you he knew he was already in love.

“My name is Jisung.” He speaks without any hesitation.

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acescavern · 9 months

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Quiet ( Lee Jeno x Fem!Reader )

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Paring: Lee Jeno x Fem!Reader

Genre: smut (MINORS DNI), fluff, pure filth, smidge of humour, Non-Idol!AU

Warnings: I've never written smut before so feedback is much appreciated, Boob worship, Pierced!Jeno ( eyebrow and 🍆), that one Jeno hair style with the undercut and the raven hair, Big dick Jeno, They fuck in a tent, degradation, praise, pussy slapping, Jeno folds the reader in half like a pretzel, finger sucking, light biting, unprotected sex ( booo! wrap before you tap), He spits in her mouth, exhibitionism, a hint of dumbification? reader gets cock drunk basically, he makes her taste herself, his hand is around the readers neck but he doesn't apply pressure, dare I say: softdom!Jeno?

Blurb: When the night gets cold whilst camping with your friends, Jeno knows a great way to warm up or It's fucking in-tents

Word count: 2,329

Note: Hey, Ace here. You've been graced by my 3rd fic in a week. I say i've never written smut before, not technically. any feedback is welcome! or to just let me know if you liked the fic! My asks are open! I would like to say that I take requests, but I honestly think that would only be possible if I get inspiration from the request. I also work full time, and I'm filling in for my manager AND the second in line at the same time next week, so you may not have many fics until after. This hasn't been grammatically checked or anything. Just read over once by me. If I've missed any warnings, let me know.

You loved camping with your boyfriend and his friends. Being in the fresh outdoors near the lake, sharing stories by the campfire. You loved the quality time with your friends.

What you didn't love was how cold it got at night, by the water. It wouldn't be surprising if the rest of your friend group heard your teeth chattering over their boisterous laughter. Jeno had insisted on unzipping both of your sleeping bags to join the zips together as a cover after being in your respective sleeping bags the night before.

Jeno didn't like that he felt like a worm, constantly wriggling to stay close to you. Even going as far as to ask you what you would do if he turned into a worm overnight.

Now, usually your boyfriend is like a furnace. If only he didn't sling his best friend, Jaemin, over his shoulder to jump in the lake just before coming to the tent to sleep. Jeno hadn't even dried his hair, his whole body a cool temperature.

After a while of lying there, your whole body trembling in shivers, an ice-cold hand drifted its fingers up the length of your spine under the oversized shirt you wore. A sharp inhale of surprise left you, a small sound accompanying the noise.

"Jen, you're cold.." You whisper-whined at the male behind you, arching your body away from him.

"Shh, I'll warm up soon." He dismissed, certainty in his tone as if he had other plans.

Jeno's fleeting, cool touches slid around to the expanse of your stomach where his fingers teased feather light touches. The touch almost made you squirm against his chest, where he had pressed his hard, toned torso against you.

"Really, Jen? Right now? … everyone's still outside.." You turned your head to look at him in disbelief. Sure, you two had sex when his housemates were still home, but this is different. You felt a lot more exposed in the outdoors with nothing but the flimsy nylon of the pop-up tent between you and the others.

Soft lips pressed against the back of your head and again on your temple, trailing all the way down to your neck. "They can't see you, we can be quiet, can't we?" Jeno almost pleaded, his hips shifting forward to grind his hard length against your behind.

"I can, you can't-oh…" your teasing halted when his fingers brushed your puckered nipple.

The feeling heightened because of how cold you were. Honestly, if it wouldn't ruin the moment you'd have made a joke about being so cold, you could engrave glass. Your resolve crumbled when Jeno's mouth left quiet, wet kisses along your neck, his index finger and thumb hardening their pinch on your erected nipple.

You felt your heart thundering in your chest, breathing getting shallower the more aroused you became. The flood of heat between your thighs just from Jeno rolling and tugging firmly at your breasts was almost embarrassing.

"You can, can you?" Fuck. You may as well have challenged him.

Jeno lifted his head from your neck, hand leaving your breast in favour of smoothing down your body, making sure to at least grab a handful of your behind before giving it a light smack. The noise was covered by the commotion outside of Haechan laughing at Mark for dropping his marshmallow into the fire.

You didn't protest when your boyfriend rolled you onto your back. You didn't protest when he shoved your shirt up your body and over your head. The sudden change in temperature made you shiver, teeth biting into your lip to prevent them from chattering again. You also didn't protest when his head dipped, lips latching onto your left breast with an almost sated sigh.

Teeth grazed over your sensitive flesh, followed by a wet tongue to soothe the sting. Your legs fell open to allow your boyfriend to settle between them, your hand delving into his short, dark hair. Jeno fought not to make a sound when your nails scratched at his scalp, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head at the sensation.

Jeno had always loved your boobs. He always said he wasn't a boob man until he met you. Oddly, you saw that as a compliment. You never felt insecure about the size of them now… You couldn't when Jeno worships them the way he does. His mouth switched to your right breast now, teeth biting down on the neglected nipple to tug. This was slightly harsher and firmer than the treatment given to the other one – this one made you fight a moan, back arching to follow his mouth as more heat rushed through you.

"Please…" You whispered, begging your boyfriend to put your poor throbbing clit out of its misery. Jeno's teeth let go of your swollen nipple with a quiet pop. You leaned back on your elbows and forearms to watch his next move, reaching out to stop him when he began to crawl down your body. "No, Jen. Please, inside." you pleaded.

The plea had Jeno flashing you the smuggest of grins, his hands settling on the waistband of your pyjama pants. "Are you sure?" The edge of concern lingered in his voice. Jeno knew he was big, and quite often, he would have to work you up to get you ready to take him. You'd never had anyone as big as him before. It took you months to be able to take his full length and girth inside you.

Jeno watched as you nodded almost frantically, your eyes looking beautifully glazed with lust. "I can take it." a strange burst of pride swelled in his chest at the determination in your voice. It made him coo at you softly as he pulled your pyjama pants down your legs.

"Oh, baby, I know you can." he praised, "My Good Girl always takes what I give her… Even if she's a greedy mess" The last word of his degradation was accentuated by a strong palm coming down to lightly smack you over your panties, the sound wet from your arousal.

Your teeth sank further into your lip to stop the whimper caught in your throat. Instead, you watched your boyfriend undress in the darkness of the tent. His shirt came off first, the material nearly getting caught on the silver barbell through his left eyebrow. Next came his pants and boxers. Your breath caught in your throat when his hard cock sprang up to touch his stomach. Jeno's red, swollen, pierced tip almost touching his belly button.

Your mouth fell open in shock. Sure, it'd been a while since you'd seen your boyfriend naked but it never crossed your mind that he had gotten his cock pierced! Had it really been that long?

"Surprise…" Jeno grinned, his hands already working at slipping your panties down your legs.

A palm landed on each knee to spread your legs wide for him. The sight earned you a curse of praise. "fuck…such a pretty swollen clit baby…" he groaned quietly, one hand leaving your knee in favor of lightly circling your swollen bud with his index finger.

The action had you squirming beneath him, quiet whimpers threatening to spill from your mouth. Another smack was landed, directly to your clit. It was accompanied by a warning glare from your boyfriend.

"You said you could be quiet." He stated, his tone almost mocking your earlier words. His fingers toyed with your sopping heat, spreading your arousal. Jeno dipped two fingers into your entrance, gathering some of your mess.

Those same two fingers were soon pressed to your lips, your mouth opening to greedily lap at them. Your eyes fluttered closed as you worked his fingers, your tongue collection your own arousal from them whilst simultaneously covering them with your saliva.

You were so preoccupied with his thick fingers that when the cold metal of his piercing pressed against your entrance, it made you shiver. Jeno shoved his fingers into your mouth deeper, reminding you that you'd stopped sucking. The action made you gag slightly, being unprepared, but soon enough, you were easily back to deepthroating Jeno's fingers.

"Ready baby?" He warned, his voice thick with arousal, raspy almost. His lips spread to a smile when you nodded around his fingers, taking that signal to slowly push into your entrance.

Jeno made a small sound as your velvety walls stretched around him. He wasn't even halfway inside yet, and your walls were hugging so tight around him.

Jeno went slow, the metal ring of his piercing dragging forward over your sensitive spots. It heightened the feeling, your teeth accidentally biting down on Jeno's fingers to keep the sounds at bay.

"Ah!" He winced, pulling them from you, a long line of spit stringing from them. "That wasn't very nice of you, Angel." he scolded, moving the drool-covered digits down to smear the residue over the rest of his cock.

Dark eyes met your own… With the hard look on his face, you knew you were in for it now. Jeno's hands moved, pressing on the backs of your thighs. His hips shifted as he moved over you, the burn of your thigh muscles distracting you from the way you were being stretched out. Jeno held your legs there, and your thighs nearly flush with your torso, your knees by your ears.

Your boyfriend leaned forward, your knees hooking over his shoulders as he slid home, fully sheathed within you. His forehead dropped to your own, hips stilling to let you adjust. You felt full, so deliciously full. The angle he had you at, folded in half like a human pretzel, you felt fuller than ever.

He'd never bent your body to this extent before. You couldn't move anything but your arms and head. Jeno's shoulders and torso keeping you in position. His hand cupped your jaw gently.

"You good?" He murmured in question, lips drifting over your temple. You couldn't think of coherent words, your eyes so glazed they'd put a doughnut to shame. All you managed was a fast nod.

You tried to string together a sentence. Honestly, you did.. but all that went through your brain was how much more full you felt in this position. "Full…" You whined.

Jeno's proud grin widened his hold on your jaw firming, fingers digging into your cheeks until you had no choice but to open your mouth. "You're so good to me, Angel.. taking me so well." He cooed, his hips drawing back only to sink back inside you, deep.

A needy whimper sounded from you, slightly louder than you would have liked. It made Jeno pause, the ruckus outside too chaotic to even register the sound. His thrusts became measured and precise, the pierced tip of his cock pistoning the spot that never fails to drive you crazy. Small sounds continued to escape you, no matter how much you tried to keep them at bay. A grunted curse left your boyfriend, shaking his head as he rose an eyebrow in warning.

"Stick your tongue out." He demanded gently, sucking on his own tongue to create a glob of saliva. You did as asked, watching Jeno stick his own out. You welcomed the line of drool that dripped from his tongue to yours, your cheeks flushing a deeper red at the filthy action. That never stopped you from swallowing what he had to offer.

"Fuck, you're so perfect.." He moaned softly, hand smoothing down your jaw to sit just around your neck, his thrusts gaining speed as you leant into the hold.

"J-Jen!" You cried out, brain fogging over in pleasure. You'd momentarily forgotten where you were, the feeling too intense to keep quiet.

"Thought you could keep quiet, hm?" He taunted, his hand removing from your neck to plunge three fingers into your mouth. He hoped this would keep you quiet. You'd never hear the end of it if your friends heard the both of you like this.

Your breathing was frantic around his fingers, mouth sloppily working the three digits with your tongue. You were a mess of drool, and you weren't going to last much longer. From the way Jeno's neck and chest flushed a pretty pink, neither was he.

He shifted you slightly, pressing your thighs just a bit further back — Your knees were nearly touching your shoulders from the angle, but it felt so good. A pitched gasp around the obstruction in your mouth let him know he had exactly the right angle he was looking for.

Jeno's hips worked harder and faster, each hit home punching the same place over and over. Your walls clenched harder around him, nose huffing around your heavy breathing, your mouth preoccupied.

"I can feel you squeezing me so hard, It's okay, baby. You can come." He cooed through quiet grunts, his movements growing slightly sloppy but still having an effect all the same.

Your thighs shook, body trembling. It's as if the permission was all you were waiting for to explode. Body tensing, hands clutching at Jeno's shoulders, you came. Toes curling and muscles tensing, your nails clawing into the skin of his broad shoulders, making him hiss.

Your climax triggered Jeno's own, grunted curses huffed out as he stilled, spilling into you. Neither of you noticed through your highs just how loud you'd gotten nor the utter silence that filled the makeshift campsite.

His fingers slid from your mouth, hands gently manoeuvring you to a more comfortable position. Jeno Couldn't help but chuckle at your fucked out, flushed expression. His spit covered hand gently tapped your cheek as he dipped toward your lips to claim them.

Your arms immediately wrapped around him, hugging him to you as you both floated down to earth from the climax you'd just had.

It was a blissful silence, soft touches, warm embraces, and gentle words. After a beat of comfortable silence, a voice spoke up from outside the tent.

"Sounded like two bears rubbing their backs on a tre–"

"Chenle!" Jeno dropped his forehead to your collarbone with a defeated groan, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Never a moment of silence.

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wontune · 2 months

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Star Pode fazer wallpapers do jisung (nct ) ?

♡ ⠀ ⠀ jisung ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ lockscreenㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( nct dream )

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sooniessoulmate · 1 month

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💜✨ 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝓃𝒶𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓃 𝒶 𝒹𝒶𝓉𝑒✨💜

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renjunplanet · 7 months

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| Paralise... Park Jisung

atenção. playlist 👀, smut(?), masturbacao feminina irra, menção a paralisia do sono e leitora virgem, jisung demon(?) apelidos do tipo anjo e anjinho e jisung eh denominado como ser ou Desconhecido, pra comemorar o mes do halloween e essa sexta feira 13 abençoada LEIAM COM A PLAYLIST 🫵🫵🫵

Era possível sentir o hálito quente dele arranhando seu pescoço, causando arrepios e encharcando sua alma com a necessidade demoníaca de sentir o êxtase passando pelas suas veias. O tocar leve da pontinha dos grandes dedos raspando suas curvas por debaixo da camisola de seda branca, passeado desde seus seios até suas coxas, te admirando tal qual um nobre admira uma arte.

Não sabia quem era, o que era. Mas sabia que te atormentava todas as noites como um pesadelo.

E essa noite, essa maldita noite parecia diferente das outras.

Aquele ser intimidante te prensando contra o colchão, te deixando estática, imóvel por baixo dele, enquanto ele te devora com o olhar.

O polegar apertando a carne da sua coxa, os olhos negros fixados em seu corpo — em nenhum momento olhara em seus olhos —, o lábio carnudo entre os dentes pontudos.

A força do quadril dele contra o seu.

Essa noite com certeza era diferente de todas as outras.

E reconhecera a diferença quando notou que conseguia ver o rosto daquele que perturba seus sonhos mais profanos. O responsável por lhe desestabilizar pela manhã, arrependida pelo pecado noturno que sonhara, por ter gostado da sensação psicológica de terem tirado sua pureza.

Reconhecera logo de cara o responsável por encravar o desejo impuro que você queria tanto realizar.

Todavia, mesmo que sua mente queira desfrutar do desconhecido, o corpo não concorda com o pedido; não obedece.

A outra mão dele chega a encontro de seu rosto, ainda fissurado com a carne macia de suas pernas — os dedos grandes agora acariciando seu pé com ternura. Os olhos escuros finalmente encontram o seu, te encara silenciosamente, brinca com uma das madeixas de seu cabelo, levando o punhado de fios até o rosto, onde deixa um selar profundo.

E lhe devolve tudo com calma, voltando a brincar com seu corpo; a tocar, descobrir, explorar.

As costas dos dedos que antes acariciava sua bochecha agora passa por seus lábios e os olhos soturnos ficam fixados neles de maneira intensa, respingando um brilhar de desejo — jurou ter visto ele lacrimejar a vontade de tocá-los.

A expressão angustiada dele. As sobrancelhas juntas, os olhos esbanjando lascivia...

A vontade de fazer o que quiser com você o sucubindo, deteriorando ele por dentro.

— Deixe-me... Por favor... — o som grave, rasgando seus ouvidos, te arrepia dos pés a cabeça.

Se sente ficar úmida e o peito queimar em ansiedade.

— Eu preciso tanto, eu procuro por isso há tanto, tanto tempo... — ele aproxima o rosto, roça os lábios nos seus. O hálito quente de cereja que te fez delirar anteriormente, agora contra seu rosto.

Você não responde, não consegue.

— Eu prometo não te machucar... Eu nunca faria isso... Por favor... — ele diz pressionando a testa contra a sua, mais uma vez mergulhando a mão para dentro do tecido que veste, apertando com firmeza sua cintura, prensando o peitoral dele contra você.

Ficando totalmente por cima de você, sem te deixar escapar.

E mesmo se pudesse, nunca quisera sair dali.

— H-hm... — tenta falar, mas não consegue.

Apenas fecha os olhos com força quando sente o ser segurar com volúpia suas nádegas, encaixando o corpo dele no seu e se atracando com gosto num beijo feroz.

A respiração pesada dele contra a sua, a maneira dele de tentar aliviar a luxúria que ele sente, abrindo de leve os lábios e tensionando os músculos.

O ritmo dele de deslizar contra sua boca, num beijo profano, forte e lento. Como um animal selvagem devorando sua presa.

— Deixe-me, por favor. — o tom sôfrego na voz, os dedos enroscados na bainha da calcinha de renda, aquilo te deixava tão molhada, tão... pulsante.

Quando os olhos dele se encontrando com os seus mais uma vez, você pisca em sinal que aceita tudo o que ele lhe dará.

E felizmente ele entende.

Vê os olhos negros se fechando e um sorriso de leve traçar o rosto do desconhecido. Sente ele levantar um pouco a saia da camisola, enquanto beija e chupa bem devagarinho sua clavícula exposta.

As mãos geladas deslizando sua calcinha até seus calcanhares e voltando numa caricia gostosa te deixa bêbada.

Ele desce a mão esquerda até seu núcleo, os dedos longos arranham suavemente sobre os lábios melados da região. Ele faz questão de ficar só raspando ali, de vez em quando pressiona seu nervinho só para ter o prazer de ver seus pelos se arrepiando e suas pernas terem leves espasmos.

— O q-que é... — pela primeira vez, após longos minutos seu corpo volta a responder os comandos do seu cérebro. O demônio olha para você após escutar o tom doce de sua voz ecoar até ele, por impulso tenta parar com o toque que estava lhe dando, mas você o impede. Com as pernas abertas e as duas mãos pequenas segurando o pulso forte, você sussurra: — N-Não...

— Não?... — ele pressiona os dedos no seu ponto inchado.

— N-Não para... — responde com as bochechas vermelhas, o desejo carnal agora duas vezes mais forte.

Ele sorri diabólico, com orgulho; talvez satisfeito. O Desconhecido movimenta o nervo com força, de maneira lenta, escutando o barulho molhado surgindo aos poucos por conta do mel que esbanja.

E você geme baixinho, manhosa. As pernas balançando atiçam o ser a sua frente, ao ponto dele inconscientemente esfregar a pélvis contra um de seus joelhos afim de tentar acalmar-se um pouco.

— Você gosta disso, não gosta? — sussurra ao pé de sua orelha, mordendo gentilmente a pele com um dos caninos para não te machucar, assim como prometeu.

"Nos seus sonhos você ama quando eu faço isso, não é? Quando eu mergulho meus dedos em você, quando afundo eles em você e depois tiro, tudo em sequência. Você, meu anjinho doce, casto e intocável, adora..."

— E pensar que te perturbar durante o sono viraria realidade, anjo... — ele espalha selares sobre sua mandíbula, a contornando, enquanto você morde os lábios tentando impedir qualquer passagem de som vinda de você.

Os dedos longos aumentando a força e a velocidade fazem seu plano ser arruinado quase que instantaneamente. Desta vez, as mãos que seguram o pulso em movimento se apertam com firmeza, arrastando as unhas curtas por toda a extensão do braço daquele ser afim de tentar aliviar a sensação de prazer que se acumula em suas veias.

Sente o ventre coçar, o sangue borbulhar e o orgasmo queimar todo seu organismo. E o fenômeno parece vir com ainda mais intensidade quando a mão livre dele se apoia em seu pescoço, apertando fraco as veias da região.

"Oh, meudeusmeudeusmeudeus..."

Solta rezas e orações desconexas, totalmente perdida no prazer que sentira. Pede, implora e se cansa.

Totalmente fraca, com as íris escuras te observando esbajando a ufania pelo o olhar.

— Anjo... — ele chupa os dois dedos que antes brincavam com você — Hoje à noite eu irei trazer o céu até você... — o anelar e o médio voltam para o ponto de origem, brincando com o molhado de seu centro.

"Até eu dizer chega."

#nct imagines #nct smut #nct dream smut #park jisung smut #jisung nct #nct #nct dream #jisung nct dream #nct scenarios #nct fanfic #nct pt br

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77huangs · 7 days

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jenoddity · 8 days

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kpop-locks · 9 months

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꒰ ˀˀ ↷ jisung ; istj "♡ᵎ ꒱

like/reblog | @chinzhilla-edits

don’t repost our work or claim it as yours

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s-jinsoul · 1 year

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prplocks · 10 months

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♡☆♡ nct dream wallpaper pc

reblog if you save ▪︎

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thatsatricky1 · 2 months

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Anyone else thinking about Jisung or just me?

#Jisung #park jisung #Nct dream #Jisung nct dream #i mean come on #1 am thoughts #thoughts go brrrr

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cherriesta · 1 year

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⠀⠀park jisung ' 𝖽𝖾𝗅ı᷼𝖼᷼α᷼𝗍𝖾 🥐 𝄒

|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱| ꛱͜ |꛱| ꛱͜ |⠀୧ ♡ ୨⠀꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱| ꛱͜ |꛱| ꛱͜ |꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ۪ ݊ ᮫ ֪ ࣪ ᮫ ۪ ݊ ᮫ ۪ ࣪ ᮫ ۪ ݊ ᮫ ۫ ֪ ࣪ ᮫ ۪ ݊ ᮫ ׁ ۪ ݊ ᮫ ׁ ִ ۪ ݊ ᮫ ׁ ۪ ݊ ᮫ ׁ ִ

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kpopsexstories · 5 months

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NCT MOST MEMORABLE SEX – Story #8: JISUNG Pt. 1/2

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Story: Jisung jerks off to the dream of Haechan's sister.

Type: VANILLA

Content: Jerking off

Word Count: 2,440 (total 8400 incl. Part 2)

Members: Jisung, (Haechan)

Story #8: JISUNG Pt. 1 (of 2)

The Philippines was a gorgeous country, but Manilla didn't showcase the natural beauty Jisung anticipated. When he first learned where they were going, he'd imagined the beaches, islands and jungles he remembered from his last visit to the country.

Instead, the city was dirty, noisy, hot and over-crowded. Glued to the tinted window of a black van, he adjusted his idea of the place based on the impression it now gave him. And despite the skewed memory, he loved it – precisely because it was not what he'd expected.

The hotel was not far from the airport, yet they were stuck in traffic for over an hour. The other members were chatting and acting silly to pass time, but Jisung was in his own world. He put his airpods in, and let his mind drift away.

Haechan started a v-live to entertain himself, which the members gathered around. All except Jisung, who wasn't paying any attention to his friends. His mind was on a special someone, because he knew he was about to meet her very soon.

When they arrived at the hotel, they were greeted by a whole different world to that outside. The complex was large, clean, spacious and modern. In its underground garage, safely away from the public eye, the members all stepped out and took the elevator to a luxurious private waiting room.

Despite the lack of natural light, Jisung put on his sunglasses. You never knew who you might might run into, from fans and paparazzi, to the girl he knew was somewhere in the city. A song was playing in his ears.

♪ I party like a rock star, look like a movie star, play like an all star, fuck like a porn star ♪

He genuinely felt cool and hot in his designer clothes, a sensation he thoroughly enjoyed. The lyrics, however, were wishful thinking. He was none of those things.

The boys were in town for a show. It was the final stop on their Asia leg, and they were excited for the evening, when they would meet the fans and hear their screams.

“Why are you wearing those?” Chenle asked. He sat down on an armchair next to Jisung, and let out a dolphin-like laugh.

“What?” Jisung asked with a cheeky grin.

“We're inside! She's not here yet, so you can drop the cool guy act.”

Jisung glared at his friend through the black glasses, but his smile never went away. “Who's not here?” he asked to play dumb. ”I don't know what you're talking about.”

Haechan stepped between them from behind and placed an arm on each of their shoulders. “You know exactly what he's talking about,” he said. “And I'm telling you, it's not going to work. My sister doesn't date babies.”

“Who are you calling a baby?” Jisung asked and sneered. Chenle let out a loud laugh, a huge grin on his face. Haechan smiled and shook his head.

The person Jisung was interest in was Haneul, Haechan's younger sister. They had met before, five months prior, when Haechan had his family visiting in Seoul, and some of the members joined them for dinner. Jisung and Haneul had immediately hit it off, and though they hadn't talked since, he often dreamed of her beautiful face. He had even stalked her on social media. He had developed a crush, and it was important that tonight went perfectly.

Haneul and her parents had scheduled a holiday to coincide with this step of the tour. They'd all meet the family after the show, where Jisung had plans to ask her out. He wanted to take her to dinner as soon as they were back in Korea.

Haneul thought Jisung was cute. He was manly for his boyish look, and quite interesting to talk to. But Haechan was right, he was not the type of boy Haneul would ever bring home to meet her parents. As handsome and mature as she thought he was, he was a few years younger than her. She normally dated older guys.

When the boys got their key cards and luggage, and had settled in their spacious suites, they wanted to check out the hotel facilities. There was a private pool area located on the roof, used by celebrities and VIP guests who stayed on the top floor. There were only four suites, but they were large and luxurious, and because this was the final stop in Asia, the company had decided to spoil the members. The floor was theirs, and the pool was private for them to enjoy, away from the public and prying eyes.

Jisung shared his suite with Haechan. Together, they exited the room and took the stairs to the roof, where the scorching sun hit their bodies. As their eyes adjusted to the bright light and clear blue sky, they were greeted by a beautiful sight.

There was a main pool surrounded by palm trees, a white mosaic wall with a door from which they came, wooden sun chairs with towels neatly laid out on top, and a self-service bar at the far end to the left. Beyond the pool, a magnificent view of the city presented itself.

To the right, there was a second, smaller pool in a secluded area, surrounded by potted plants with large, lush leaves. The whole roof was an oasis of serenity, though the sounds of the busy city below could be heard even up here.

Chenle and Renjun were standing by a railing near the main pool, looking out over the city. Jisung and Haechan joined them.

“Wow, gorgeous,” Jisung said. The boys nodded in agreement as they took it all in.

Chenle turned to Haechan. “When's your family coming?” he asked.

“They'll be at the concert tonight,” Haechan said. “You'll meet them after.”

“I'm sure Jisung can't wait,” Renjun teased.

Haechan and Chenle joined him in laughter, but Jisung only smiled. His heart beat a little faster just thinking about Haneul, but he didn't want to show it. Clearly, he had failed already. He felt nervous and excited about seeing her again, and the boys knew.

The door in the wall opened and Jeno stepped out. “Come on guys,” he shouted across the rooftop. ”We've got to get going.”

They left the railing and city view behind, walked past the pool and palm trees, and stepped inside. Their eyes adjusted to the relative darkness of the hallway inside, as they disappeared into the bowels of the hotel.

*****

Naturally, the show was a big success. As they came down from the adrenaline rush of their performance, they sat down behind the stage. The crowd was still going wild in the arena, but people were starting to disburse.

Haechan disappeared for a few minutes. His family was led from the audience to a door as the arena emptied out, and behind it they hugged and kissed their son and brother. He was proud to have them there, and modestly accepted their praise.

Jisung and the others were waiting in the dressing room. When they saw the family they all stood up, and bowed in respect as introductions were made. When Jisung met Haneul's eyes, his heart beat faster and he bowed a little deeper.

The evening was followed by a late dinner at the hotel, together with the management team. Haechan's family had been invited too. Sitting next to each other, Jisung and Haneul picked up a conversation, just as they had five months prior. His feelings for her were not just a physical crush, but a genuine interest in her as a person. They had a lot in common, he thought, and though Haechan insisted he wasn't her type, she seemed to take an interest too.

“Hey Haneul,” Haechan suddenly said from across the table, snapping them out of their conversational bubble. “Tomorrow we have a day off before we leave for Europe. Why don't you join us on the hotel roof? We have our own pool.”

“I'd love to,” Haneul replied and smiled. She wasn't keen on sightseeing with her parents. Some quality time with her brother and his friends would be a great start to her week-long holiday.

That night, Jisung was in a t-shirt and boxers in bed, staring at the ceiling in the darkness of the suite. He had trouble falling asleep. The loud music and cheers from fans in the arena were still ringing in his ears, and his body was tired from the hectic schedule of the past few weeks. Haneul was also on his mind. He simply couldn't stop thinking about her.

He lifted his head from the pillow and looked around. The suite was spacious and open, with Jisung's large double bed along a wall in the far end of the living room, and Haechan's at the opposite side. Between them, to his right, a little light from the city shone through scattered gaps in the thick, black curtains of the wall-to-ceiling windows, and from his position he could make out a sofa and a coffee table, as well as the foot of Haechan's bed far away. The place was far more luxurious than they were used to. Management really had spoiled them this time around.

“Haechan,” he whispered. “Haechan, are you awake?”

There was no response, and no movement under the covers of Haechan's bed.

Masturbation starts here...

In need of a relaxing moment, and reasonably assured that Haechan couldn't hear him so far away, Jisung reached under the duvet and into his underwear. He was already hard. With Haneul on his mind, he grabbed the shaft and began stroking it. Slowly, while listening intently, he moved his hand up and down.

When he sped up, the noises he made grew louder. The mattress rocked gently against the bed frame. The sound of his arm against the duvet, and his head against the pillow, felt deafening to his heightened senses, though they were hardly a whisper. His body was hot and his breathing became heavy. He opened his mouth slightly to let out air as quietly as he could.

To reduce the heat and the noise of the bed sheets he kicked the duvet down, exposing his body to cool, fresh air. To block Haechan's view, he used his feet and the duvet to quietly prop up a makeshift wall by the foot of the bed. Confident that he was out of sight, he lifted his ass and pulled the underwear over it, until they were on his thighs.

Half naked, he pulled his t-shirt up, revealing his tummy, bellybutton and narrow waist. He spread his legs slightly to let the cool air reach all of his lower parts. It felt good, as did the stroking of his shaft when he picked up the pace even further.

To remain quiet, he lifted his elbow in the air so it wouldn't rub against his torso. He grimaced as he pleasured himself, then suddenly stopped.

On a bedside table there was a box of tissues. He rolled on his side to reach for it and pulled a couple out. Then he rolled back and resumed his masturbation.

With the tissues clutched in his free hand, he closed his eyes and Haneul smiled back at him. He imagined her gorgeous body and beautiful face.

With each jerk off the hand, his foreskin was pulled down a little further, causing a low sound. As pre-cum built up, the sound got louder. Immersed in the moment, he expanded the limit for how fast he dared to move, and how loud he dared to be, without the risk of Haechan hearing him. There had been no signs from across the room so far, and he felt relatively safe.

Suddenly, in a shock wave of pleasure, his body jumped. His muscles tensed and the blood pulsed faster through his veins. He let out a faint gasp. A jolt of fear rushed through him, and he stopped moving altogether.

He listened intently. Still nothing from Haechan.

It was time to finish this. Jisung pulled the t-shirt higher, all the way up to his chest, and arched his lower back to release the shirt from underneath it. He bent his knees, pulled his underwear down to his ankles, kicked them off and buried them in the duvet wall.

Almost fully nude and outstretched on the bed, he resumed the hand movements. Extremely slow and cautious at first, then faster with each jerk, until just before the speed which had caused him to almost come just a moment prior.

He kept this pace and steady rhythm for another two minutes, dreaming of Haneul's hands on his body. Occasionally, he squeezed and relaxed his butt cheeks alternately, causing his pelvis and tummy to move up and down. He struggled to keep his heavy, rapidly panting as inaudible as possible. Every muscle in his body worked hard, even in his face as he closed his eyes harder and grimaced excessively. Despite the cool air, his neck and forehead began to perspire.

Then he orgasmed. His body jolted as he squeezed his butt cheeks tighter, tensed the muscles in his legs, lifted his lower back in the air, and jerked his neck backwards in a sudden movement.

He quickly placed a tissue on the head of the shaft, as cum shot out of it. The white paper became wet in an instant, and he placed another. Then his body sank into the mattress and pillow as his muscles relaxed.

The dick pulsed as he emptied himself with a few more waves of cum. He opened his mouth wider as his breaths became longer and heavier, his chest raising with each deep inhalation.

He felt spent and calm, and smiled at the mental image of Haneul beside him. Finally, he would be able to fall sleep.

At the other end of the room, Haechan lay wide awake with his arms crossed over the duvet. There was no point in interrupting his friend, who wasn't doing anything he wouldn't often do himself.

When Jisung got out of the bed, Haechan glanced over without moving his head. In the darkness, it looked like he was sound asleep. He observed the silhouette of Jisung's naked body, as the boy pulled down the wrinkled and moist t-shirt over his chest, and lifted the duvet to find his underwear.

With feather light steps and without turning the lights on, Jisung felt his way to the bathroom. He went inside and shut the door behind him. Haechan smiled to himself, then closed his eyes. Jisung would never know that he had heard everything.

Part 2 of Jisung's story will be posted Monday, December 11, 2023.

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