⭑ haechan looooves your surprises…

when you told haechan you had a surprise for him once he got home, his mind immediately went into overdrive. he spent the entire commute trying to guess what it could be.

maybe it was that new game he’d been not-so-subtly hinting at for weeks, dropping casual comments like breadcrumbs around his birthday. or maybe it was the fuzzy handcuffs he jokingly suggested once during a late-night cuddle session—half playful, half curious. or… could it be something bigger? something serious? the thought of you proposing made his stomach twist with a cocktail of nerves and hope.

he thought he’d prepared himself for every possibility.

but nothing—absolutely nothing—could have prepared him for this.

now, here he was, sitting on the edge of the bed, legs bouncing, arms lazily sprawled behind him to keep upright, as you disappeared behind the closet doors again. he looked bored, but the truth was… he was holding back. his curiosity burned, but it was wrapped in confusion. this wasn’t quite the surprise he’d expected.

you had been putting on what he assumed was a personal fashion show for nearly forty minutes now. one piece after another—blouses, skirts, jackets—you modeled them all with your usual glow. and while he adored how excited you got trying new things, he couldn’t lie to himself… this wasn’t what he imagined when you said surprise.

still, he stayed. quietly patient. because it was you.

then came the sixth look.

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﹙+18﹚ boyfriend!jisung, who takes his time worshipping you, preparing you so thoroughly for the first time. his lips trace a path down your body, his breath warm against your skin before he finally settles between your thighs. the first flick of his tongue has you gasping, and he only deepens his devotion—lapping at you, teasing, tasting, his tongue dipping inside, stroking, coaxing you to unravel for him. he doesn’t stop until he feels you trembling, your release spilling over his lips, making you glisten just for him.

then, with dark eyes and a sinful smirk, he presses a finger inside—slow, deliberate—watching the way your body yields to him. your soft whimpers are his undoing, and when you beg for more, he gives it to you. one finger becomes two, then three, stretching you open, his hand slick with your arousal, the wet sounds mingling with your breathless moans. he watches, mesmerized, as you arch into his touch, his own desire throbbing painfully between his legs.

and when jisung finally aligns himself with you, his cock flushed and leaking against the condom, tip brushing your entrance, he exhales shakily—because he already knows he’s going to lose himself in you. the moment he pushes inside, inch by inch, stretching you around him, a broken moan escapes your lips, and his resolve shatters. you cling to him, nails digging into his back, body quivering as he fills you completely. he groans at the sight of your teary eyes, the way you struggle to take him, and yet—fuck, you feel so perfect around him.

he knows he won’t last. not with the way you’re squeezing him, not with the sight of his cock making a visible bulge in your belly. he presses a trembling kiss to your temple, murmuring a hushed, “sorry, baby,” before pulling back—only to thrust into you again, deeper this time, desperate, lost in the way you feel, the way you sound, the way you take him so beautifully.

｜ 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌 𖹭 park jisung the man you are…. guys i’m going insane- seen some pics of mr. andy park and i can’t get over it………..