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Jisung is dressed as a woman, a dress, pigtails, a pair of thigh highs – all the wrong things a guy could wear on a train ride home. Especially a guy like him, with his long legs, slim body and a mask covering his face, he really passes as a woman. It’s dangerous to walk home alone like that, all kinds of creeps ride the train late at night. With his luck, Jisung gets himself in a particularly dangerous situation.

Notes:

hello <3 jihyuck cnc for all of my fucked up yaoi enjoyers !!! title is from best of me songwriter haechan let’s gooooooo !!!!!

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Just ten more minutes, Jisung sighs into his face mask, gnawing anxiously on his bottom lip, peeling the skin off it until he starts tasting blood on his tongue. Ten more minutes, four more stops and he’ll be home. He’ll finally take the stupid dress off and burn it so he doesn’t have to look at it ever again. He’ll burn the thigh highs, the leg warmers and the fingerless gloves as well, the whole outfit is going in the trash. The shiny black mary jane shoes are cute, but unfortunately they’re going too. He’ll even cut his hair while he’s at it, he sighs deeply when he remembers that he’s got the ends of his mullet tied up in two tiny pigtails with black bows on them.

He curses Chenle and his stupid competitive personality, he curses himself for agreeing to bet with him despite knowing that there’s no way his best friend would ever let him win. Especially not when they agreed that the loser is going to dress like a woman for an entire day out in public. 

The train is almost empty but Jisung is still gripping his bag with one hand while his other is holding the metal pole closest to him. His gaze is fixed down on the floor, there’s a teenage couple making out in the back and that’s the last thing he wants to look at. There are two older women in the front seats and a young looking guy dressed in all black with a face mask and a pair of glasses standing on the opposite side of Jisung. The train stops and Jisung breathes out, three more stops until he gets off.

In a perfect world, Jisung’s life would be easy but of course, luck isn’t on his side today. It’s not like it ever is, he thinks to himself as he lifts his head up slightly to adjust his glasses and he accidentally makes eye contact with the guy opposite of him. He looks back down immediately, but he can already feel the guy approaching him. He shuffles back into the corner, hoping that the guy won’t get too close. 

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone, this late at night?” The guy practically presses himself to his side and Jisung forgets how to breathe for a moment. Jisung doesn’t reply as he tries to push him away with his hand, but the guy doesn’t budge. Instead, he presses himself further into Jisung’s side, his hand traveling to the small of his back.

“Uh– sir, please leave me alone.” Jisung mutters, trying to move away from the guy by turning around, only to make things worse because the guy traps him from behind. Jisung’s face pales when he feels the guy’s clothed cock rubbing against his ass. He tries to push him away again, but the guy grabs his waist and holds him in place.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, pretty. You’re like a wet dream come true.” The guy whispers right into Jisung’s ear as his hand slips underneath his dress, groping one of his ass cheeks. Jisung bites back a whimper when the guy’s fingers ghost over his panties, right above his hole. 

“Tell me baby, have you ever been touched here?” 

Jisung shakes his head, “No, please don’t.” The guy’s finger sneaks into his panties, now fully rubbing at his hole and Jisung feels like crying. The train is about to stop again and Jisung is ready to run as soon as he hears the doors open, but the hand on his waist is gripping him tight enough to keep him from moving.

“Running away from me? Oh, baby. You wound me.” Jisung can hear the mocking tone in the guy’s voice as he spins him around so they’re face to face. Jisung is taller than him, but the guy’s sharp gaze makes him feel smaller, the hands on his waist make him feel completely helpless.

“I-I have to get home– please let me go.” Jisung tries again and the guy just presses himself against his thigh. “Please, on the next stop. I have to get off.”

“There’s no way I’m letting you walk home alone in this short dress. There’s all kinds of perverts on these streets,” the guy rubs at Jisung’s sides as he shamelessly ruts against his thigh. “I’ll walk you home, pretty. You’ll be safe with me.”

If Jisung wasn’t so terrified he would’ve started laughing at the situation by now. The guy is going off about creeps and perverts on the streets while literally getting himself off on Jisung’s thigh on a moving train out in public. He must not be right in his mind, Jisung thinks as he notices that his stop is near. He’ll just get off and run, he’ll try to lose the guy somehow. 

As soon as the train stops, Jisung slips out of his hold and bolts through the door. He starts running to the nearest exit and he doesn’t turn back to check if the guy is following him but he can’t hear any footsteps so he’s positive he’s lost him. He slows down when he’s out of the station, trying to catch his breath and gather his thoughts before he goes home. The station is only a few minutes away from his apartment so he should be fine. He finally turns around and a huge weight is lifted off his shoulders when he sees that no one is behind him. He adjusts his dress and walks straight home.

 

He opens his bag when he’s near his building, fumbling around until he finds his keys before he turns the corner. He’s finally at the front door of his building and just when he puts the key inside, there’s a hand on his wrist, grabbing it tightly and pinning his arm behind his back.

“You thought you could run, stupid girl. I told you there are all kinds of creeps around here.” Jisung blinks, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes when he realizes that it’s the same guy from the train. “Open the door, let’s go to your place.”

“Can you please let me go? I-I don’t want any of this, just please. I won’t tell anyone just go away,” Jisung’s pleas fall to deaf ears as the guy unlocks the door for him and leads him inside the building, walking him towards the elevator. 

The guy makes Jisung press the button to his floor before he pushes him in the corner of the elevator, pulling Jisung’s mask down under his chin as he slots a knee between his legs. 

“I knew you were a pretty one. I’ve been watching you for weeks,” the guy’s hand grips Jisung’s jaw as his other one slips underneath his dress, groping his crotch. “Oh? This just made everything so much better.”

The guy squeezes his cock through the lacy panties and Jisung lets out a yelp, shaking his head as he squeezes his legs shut, desperately trying to push him off. The elevator stops and the door opens, so the guy grabs Jisung’s wrist and yanks him out to the hallway. 

“Lead the way, princess,” with a hand on his back, he pushes Jisung further into the corridor rather roughly. Jisung feels like the wind is knocked out of his lungs as he continues walking until he reaches his front door, stumbling and almost tripping over his own legs. With a shaky hand he unlocks it and the guy slips inside before Jisung even has the chance to slam the door in his face. 

Jisung drops his bag on the floor and runs to the kitchen but the guy is right behind him. He grabs him by his hair and pushes his upper body onto one of the counters, pressing into him from behind and making his glasses slip off his face and fall to the ground. The hard edges of the counter press roughly into Jisung’s hip bones and he’s sure he’ll be all bruised up tomorrow.

“Stay still.” The guy commands, kicking Jisung’s feet apart while his hand is still in his hair, pressing his face down onto the cold countertop. Jisung sniffles when the guy uses his other hand to lift his dress up, exposing him. 

“You said no one’s touched you here before, hm? So I’ll be the first one, what an honor,” the guy shoves Jisung’s panties down and they slide all the way to his ankles. Jisung hears the guy sucking on his own finger before he feels it rubbing against his hole in circles.

He lets out the first tear when he feels the guy forcing the finger past his rim, wiggling it inside until he fits the whole thing into his tight hole. Jisung tries to kick him weakly, but it only makes the finger inside of him shift slightly and he exhales through his nose, swallowing a whimper.

“You’re so tight baby, I can barely move this one finger. You really are a virgin,” the guy starts moving his finger slowly and Jisung lets out a soft sob. “Most of them lie, you know? They all say they’re virgins, but once I get my fingers inside of them I can tell they’re lying.”

Jisung’s hand flies to the one in his hair and he tries to yank it away, huffing at the pain on his scalp from how hard the guy is gripping him. The guy lets out an annoyed groan and pulls his finger out of Jisung before he pulls him up by his hair and turns him around. There’s a glint in his eyes that tells Jisung things are about to get much worse for him.

“I’m trying to be nice because you’re a pretty one, but you’re making it so hard, baby,” he pulls Jisung down to eye level before he strikes him across the cheek. “Since it’s your first time and I’m not a monster, you’ll lead me to your bedroom and I’ll take it from there. Do you understand?”

Jisung sniffles as he looks down at his feet before he steps out of his underwear and nods, turning around and walking them both towards his bedroom. “Good girl, lay down on your bed for me,” the guy coos and Jisung ignores the way the praise makes his cock twitch in interest.

The guy straddles Jisung as soon as he lays down and he pulls what looks like a ribbon from the pocket of his leather jacket before he takes it off and discards it somewhere on the floor. “Give me your wrists– that’s it. Good girl,” he says it again when Jisung puts his wrists together and he ties the black ribbon around them tightly.

He pulls the sleeves and the front of Jisung’s dress down slightly so he can expose his chest before he cups it, thumbing at his hardening buds. “Your tits are so cute baby, I like smaller ones way better than the big ones,” the guy takes Jisung’s nipples between his fingers and twists. Jisung’s back arches off the bed involuntarily and he yelps at the sudden pain. 

“Sensitive, baby? Don’t worry, Daddy will make it all worth it,” the guy chuckles as he slaps Jisung’s chest once on each side before he moves between his legs. Jisung lifts his legs and presses his knees together to stop the guy from touching him, but he just flips him to the side instead, lifting his dress up yet again. 

He shoves two of his fingers under his mask, wetting them with his tongue before he forces them inside of Jisung, holding him down with a hand on his hip when he tries to wiggle away from him. “Let me make you feel good, baby. Stop fighting, I know you want it.”

“I-I don’t– please, it hurts,” Jisung whimpers as the guy fucks the two fingers deep into him, brushing them against his prostate. “N-not there, sir– please!”

The guy chuckles, only pressing the pads of his fingers harder into his prostate, making Jisung let out a whiny sob as he thrashes around in his hold, still desperately trying to move away.

“Let yourself feel good princess. You’re going to beg me to rape you soon, I know it.”

Jisung shoves his face into the sheets and he lets out a sob when he feels a third finger entering him, the slide is rough and the lack of lube is very noticeable as the guy fucks his fingers deep into him. It hurts and Jisung just prays it’ll all be over soon.

“You’ll be good to go soon, pretty. Gonna beg for Daddy’s cock, aren’t you?” 

“N-nuh– no. Please, I don’t wan’ it,” Jisung’s voice is slightly muffled, sniffling when the guy’s fingers start moving faster inside of him. “I-I don’t wanna lose m-my virginity, please sir.”

He hears the guy chuckle into his mask before he’s flipped over on his back, the guy’s fingers still stuck deep inside of him and he cries harder when he feels a hand wrap around his half-hard cock. 

“D-don’t– I’ve never– please,” Jisung shakes his head as the guy thumbs at his slit, making all of the blood in his body rush to the tip of his cock. 

“You’ve never even touched yourself baby? Woah, truly my dream girl. Pure and completely untouched, all for me to ruin.”

Jisung is entirely flushed from his face down to his neck as the guy jerks him off in the rhythm of his fingers pumping in and out of him, until Jisung’s fully hard in his hand, precum leaking all over his fingers and making the slide easier. The guy squeezes his fingers around his tip and Jisung’s hips twitch upwards into his touch. 

“Feeling good, hm? I told you, you just need to let go for me. Daddy’s gonna make you feel so good baby girl,” Jisung bucks his hips upwards, letting out more tears as the guy shushes him. “Daddy knows best, just let go. Come for me.”

Jisung grits his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as he tries his best to hold it all in, but it all feels as good as it is shameful so he lets go, staining his cheap black dress with pearly white beads of cum, moaning loudly as he raises his arms up and desperately tries to cover his face up.

“Good girl, you came so much for me baby. I think you’re more than ready for the main event now.” The guy pulls his fingers out, wiping them on the sheets before he grabs Jisung’s thighs and spreads them as he settles in between them. He unzips his pants and shoves them down enough to let his cock spring out, groaning when it slaps against his stomach.

The guy pulls a small bottle out of his pocket and it clicks open before Jisung feels it against his hole, eyes widening when he feels something wet getting inside of him. The guy’s putting lube inside of him to make him wet, like an actual girl. He tosses the bottle aside and Jisung feels the lube dripping out of him because there’s just so much. He grabs Jisung’s ankles and presses his legs down on his chest. He gropes Jisung’s ass, he pulls his cheeks apart and watches as the excess lube drips out of his hole. 

“So wet for me, I knew you were gonna love this. You look like the type, no offense. It’s a surprise to me that no one’s done this to you before with the way you walk around town in these skimpy dresses.” The guy takes his mask off and Jisung can finally see what he looks like. Jisung blinks a few tears away and curses himself for thinking that his assaulter is attractive. Very attractive.

“Want it, hm? You want Daddy to ruin your cunt? Tell me how much you want it,” the guy cocks an eyebrow, clicking his tongue as he rubs his cock against Jisung’s entrance and Jisung fully sobs, shaking his head no. His body wants to scream yes, but his mind is telling him no. No matter how turned on he is, no matter how hot this perverted stranger is –  it’s still not right to him. He didn’t want this, the guy is forcing himself onto Jisung.

“I already opened you up, sweetheart. Don’t let it go to waste, no one’s gonna want to fuck a loose hole anyway. No one but me.”

He positions himself to Jisung’s hole, but he still doesn’t push inside. He places Jisung’s legs around his waist and leans down, smacking him across the face hard, making Jisung’s head spin.

“We both know that you want this, so quit this act. Beg for it. Beg me to rape your little virgin cunt.”

Jisung can feel the thick tip of his cock slowly stretching out his rim and he gasps. “P-please.”

“Please what? Please who? Are you actually fucking stupid?” The guy straight up laughs at him and Jisung flushes even more, still too ashamed to admit how much the situation is turning him on. 

“Da– Daddy, please– mmhh, please rape me,” Jisung sobs when he finally utters the words, refusing to believe that he got to this point, that he succumbed to the pleasure instead of fighting against it. “Please use me, use my body Daddy.”

“Good girl, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” The guy praises Jisung as he finally starts to push into him, the loud squelching sound of the excessive amount of lube slowly filling up the room as he bottoms out. Jisung’s legs tremble around the guy’s waist and he’s so full he thinks he can feel his cock all the way in his belly.

“H-hurts, you’re s-so– hah–“ Jisung gasps when the guy starts moving, not really wasting any time on letting Jisung adjust to his length. “S-so big, Daddy– take it out, ple– please!”

“You flatter me, princess. You’ll get used to it soon.” The guy pulls Jisung’s hips impossibly close as he drills into him, making his back arch off the bed with each thrust. Jisung lets out a loud moan as the guy’s cock stretches him out forcibly. The lube drips out of his hole with every snap of his hips against Jisung’s, making him see stars every time he hears the loud smacking sound of wet skin against wet skin, reminding him of how he didn’t want this in the first place and how he’s so turned on now that he’s barely able to breathe.

Jisung desperately tries to cover his cock by pulling the dress down as much as he can, the ribbon is soft around his wrists but it’s also tight enough to make everything more difficult for him.

“It’ll stop hurting soon, pretty baby. Daddy’s gonna take care of you.” The guy pulls out of him and Jisung’s eyes snap open, he sniffles and blinks away a few of his tears as he looks at him moving to sit against the headboard of his bed. 

Jisung does nothing, laying completely still until he hears the guy groan and shift behind his head before he feels a hand in his hair, yanking him up. “I really don’t want to hurt you, but you’re being so difficult,” the guy pouts at him and Jisung only sobs harder because the hand in his hair is still there, pulling really hard. He sits up on his knees and shuffles towards him until he’s straddling him.

“Daddy’s gonna teach you how to feel good. Are you excited, baby?” The guy finally lets go of Jisung’s hair and grabs his own cock, positioning it to Jisung’s hole before he grabs his waist with both hands and forces Jisung down on his length. Jisung’s thighs tremble as he feels the guy’s thick cock stretching him out again, his eyes cross when the guy starts moving him up and down on his cock like a ragdoll.

“My baby’s already turning dumb on my cock. Can’t even answer my questions because you’re too busy moaning,” he grabs his jaw and before Jisung can even register that he’s actually started moving on his own, the guy slaps him across the face, making him let out an inhumane sound as his eyes shut close. “Look at me and answer my question. Are you excited to learn how to feel good?”

“Y-Yeah, yesyes– please, Daddy– fuck!” Jisung’s eyes snap open, his thighs burn and shake as he rides him, moaning loudly as he feels his entire length deep inside of him. “Please– wanna learn, mmhm– ‘m so dumb. Wan’ Daddy to teach me er– everything!”

“I will, princess. I’ll turn you into my perfect little fuckdoll, always ready to take my cock,” the guy latches himself onto his neck and Jisung wails, his cock starts filling up again underneath his dress and he sniffles, helplessly trying to push it down and hide it somehow before the guy notices.

Jisung grips the guy’s shirt with his sweaty hands while he grinds his hips down, eyes rolling to the back of his head as the guy bucks his hips into him, meeting him halfway. Jisung cries harder as the guy leaves bites on the sensitive skin of his neck, sniffling when he pulls away and slaps him across the face again.

“W-why? Daddy, why m-me?” Jisung sobs, his hands shaking when the guy grabs his waist again and stills him completely before he thrusts up into him, making him gasp and moan. 

“Because you’re as careless as you are pretty. I’ve been following you for weeks and you didn’t notice. It’s like you wanted it as much as I did.” The guy lifts his dress up and takes his cock in his hand again. “Sweet girl, you’re so wet for me. You like being raped that much?”

“N-no, I-I don’t,” Jisung blurts out and the guy tsks disapprovingly, letting go of his cock only to slap it once, making a spurt of precum land right on his shirt. The sound that leaves Jisung’s throat is like nothing before, it’s something between a sob and a moan and his entire body trembles. He bites his tongue to stop himself from asking for more slaps.

“Try again, stupid girl. Do you like being raped this much? Or you want to lie to me again?”

The guy squeezes Jisung’s cock as a warning as he drills into him at a brutal pace, waiting for an answer. “Ji– Jisungie likes it– I like it, Daddy. I-I like being raped, please– I can’t –“ Jisung loses his mind completely, babbling incoherent words as the guy manhandles him back into the bed, with his face pressed down into the matress and his ass pulled up in the air. 

“Please, p-please Daddy– gimme your cock. Want to– wanna feel it inside,” Jisung turns his face slightly so the guy can hear him begging to be fucked again like how he begged him to stop and let him go just minutes ago.

“Oh, baby. You’re so gone. You just told me your name,” the guy shoves his cock into Jisung again, with barely any resistance this time as he continues his merciless pace from before. Jisung feels his hand in his hair again and his body pressed into his back as he pulls him up, breathing right into his ear.

Jisungie, cry for Daddy.”

The guy shoves his face back into the mattress and Jisung just sobs louder, making a mess of tears and snot all over his sheets. He pushes his hips back, fucking himself on the guy’s cock, his entire body shuddering as he feels more lube seeping out of his hole. He straightens up and grabs Jisung’s ass with both hands, spreading it and humming as he looks down at his hole sucking him all in.

“Such a pretty pussy and it’s all mine. Wish you could see how well you’re taking me in, princess,” the guy smacks one of Jisung’s ass cheeks and Jisung feels his cock twitch again from where it’s hanging, hard and heavy between his legs.

“Daddy’s gonna come soon, angel. Gonna breed you full of my cum, gonna put a baby in you.” Jisung feels dizzy at the words that leave the guy’s mouth, it’s like he’s fully convinced himself that Jisung is a woman capable of getting pregnant.

“Beg for it, beg for Daddy’s cum.”

Jisung moves his head slightly so he can speak, using his remaining energy to open his mouth slightly. “P-please fill me up, Daddy. Wan– wanna give you a baby– want to be your pretty wife–“

“You’re so easy, sweetheart. You were begging me to stop earlier and look at you know,” the guy’s hips stutter slightly and Jisung figures that he’s close, so he pushes his hips back and moans even louder.

“Don’t worry, Daddy’s gonna give you what you want.”

Three more thrusts and the guy lets out a moan as he stills his hips, buried deep inside of Jisung when he finally comes. Jisung moans when he feels the warm cum filling him up, whimpering as the guy’s cock twitches inside of him. The guy hisses as he pulls out, spreading Jisung’s hole with his thumbs and watching as it clenches around nothing, pushing the cum out.

Jisung’s legs almost give out, but the guy pulls him up by the hips just before he falls down on the bed. He shoves three fingers into him and Jisung wails, his cock twitching pathetically as the guy pushes his fingers right against his prostate.

“Want you to come again for me, sweetheart.” He says, leaning down to press a wet kiss on one of Jisung’s ass cheeks as he pumps his fingers in and out of him, the mixture of lube and cum making the slide easy. “Are you going to be a good little girl for Daddy, hm?”

“Y-Yeah– mhmm–“ Jisung’s voice breaks, his words come out barely coherent. He yelps when the guy smacks him across the ass. “Puh– please!”

The guy flips him over on his back, his fingers still plunged deep inside of him. Jisung’s eyes cross again when the guy presses his palm on his lower abdomen, his brain turns to mush and he starts shaking his head. He’s so close but he also feels like something else might come out if the guy doesn’t stop pushing down right on his bladder.

“Da– Daddy, nuh- no, please–“ Jisung’s entire body convulses and the guy stops pressing his bladder. He wraps his hand around his cock instead, jerking him to the rhythm of his thrusts. “I– I’m gonna– pleaseplease–“

“You’re gonna what, baby? You’re gonna squirt for me, aren’t you? Want Daddy to press down on your tummy again?” The guy laughs at him, his fingers not slowing down even for a second. Jisung thrashes against the sheets helplessly, his hands gripping the hem of his dress as his entire body just keeps shaking.

“D-Don’t wanna– Daddy please don’t!” Jisung squeezes his eyes shut, still shaking his head no when the guy thumbs at his slit and the tight feeling in his stomach finally snaps, his orgasm ripping out of him once again, thick drops of cum adding more stains to his dress. “S-stop, Daddy– y-you have to stop–“

Jisung’s pleas are completely useless because the guy just keeps fucking him with his fingers while still jerking him off. He doesn’t stop even when there’s no more cum spurting out of Jisung’s cock, chuckling when Jisung’s upper body shoots up from the bed, he waves his tied up hands in his face as a warning before he inevitably gives up and flops back down in the bed.

“Come on, I know you have more in there for me. Don’t be shy,” a wicked smile spreads on the guy’s face as he feels Jisung tensing up even more underneath him. “Daddy likes it dirty. Let go for me, princess.”

Jisung mewls, his body locking in and giving up as the first spurt of piss comes out of him. He tries to fight it, to hold it back in but it’s too late. The guy’s movements haven’t stopped and Jisung feels like he’s floating as he lets go completely, shame and humiliation washing all over his body as he starts pissing all over himself and the guy’s hand.

“Good girl, my dirty girl,” the guy purrs as he coaxes more and more piss out of him, pulling his fingers out of Jisung while he still jerks his cock slowly. He doesn’t stop until Jisung’s done, until his cheap dress is stuck to his skin, drenched in his own release. 

“My pretty girl, look at yourself. Look at the mess you made for Daddy,” the guy finally pulls his hands away from Jisung, looking down at his trembling body as he smiles to himself. Jisung’s breathing is still unsteady when he looks down at himself through half-lidded eyes, eyelashes fluttering before he looks away, too embarrassed by his state to keep looking.

“D-dirty girl,” he closes his eyes, mumbling under his breath, repeating the phrase to himself as if reminding himself of what he truly is. He raises his upper arms up weakly, pulling slightly. 

Hyung, ‘m done– please.”

Donghyuck bites down on his bottom lip as he unties the ribbon from Jisung’s wrists, letting it fall down before he pulls his wrists up to his face and places a soft kiss on each one. He lets go of Jisung’s wrist and grabs the hem of his dress, trying to peel it off his body but Jisung grabs his hands weakly. 

“It’s dirty– hyung it’s so gross– I’m gross, j-just don’t–“ Jisung sniffles, his eyes still closed as Donghyuck shushes him and stands up from the bed. “I-I didn’t think I would,” Jisung continues but Donghyuck leans down close to his face and kisses his nose.

“It’s fine baby. You were so good for me, so perfect. Hyung likes it when you get desperate,” he reassures him and Jisung cries harder, unable to move as Donghyuck shushes him and pets his hair. 

“Let’s get you out of this, angel. I’ll run you a nice bath and we can order some food,” Donghyuck moves around and reaches out to pull Jisung up. Jisung grimaces when he looks down at the mess that’s all over his body and bed. “Waterproof sheets, baby. Don’t worry your pretty head about it, I’ll clean everything up.”

Jisung stands up from the bed a little bit too fast, almost stumbling back down. His legs feel like jelly and he’s pretty sure he looks like a fawn taking its first steps. Donghyuck’s there to catch him in his arms and Jisung’s eyes widen when he scoops him up in his arms and carries him out of the room like a princess.

“Hyung– you’ll get dirty too,” Jisung whines, burying his head in the crook of Donghyuck’s neck, but the older only shushes him. “We own a washing machine baby. I told you not to worry about stuff like that,” Donghyuck sets Jisung down on their bathroom counter and he starts filling up the tub, adding some of Jisung’s favorite products so he can make his bubble bath extra relaxing after their intense scene.

He helps Jisung out of the wet clothes and drops them on the ground as Jisung steps in the tub. The entire bathroom smells like lavender and Jisung takes a deep breath, closing his eyes as he slips further into the tub, until the water is up to his neck. Donghyuck leaves the bathroom for a moment and when he comes back he’s got a black plastic bag in his hand and he packs up the dirty clothes from the ground. 

“Want me to order some food, baby?” Donghyuck drops the bag on the floor before he kneels in front of the tub, reaching out to cup Jisung’s cheek. Jisung blinks at him, a slight frown appearing on his face as he lifts one of his hands above the water and tugs at Donghyuck’s shirt.

“Want you here, with me.” 

Donghyuck can’t help but smile at his cute boyfriend before he straightens up, discarding his own dirty clothes on the ground before he hops in the bathtub, settling down behind Jisung. Their tub is big enough for the both of them, but Jisung still has to bend his long legs a little bit when they’re both inside.

Jisung melts into Donghyuck’s hold, sighing softly when he feels one of his hands massaging his scalp. Donghyuck lets Jisung relax for a few more minutes before he starts washing his hair and his body. Jisung protests as he usually does, saying that he can do it on his own but Donghyuck doesn’t let him. He never lets him do anything by himself when they do intense scenes like the one they did today. 

“Let me– I wanna wash your hair too,” Jisung turns around, pouting at him and Donghyuck really can’t resist him. He turns his back to Jisung and lets him wash his hair, relaxing as Jisung works his fingers into his scalp. 

They stay cuddled up until the water starts getting cold, Donghyuck dresses Jisung up in his bathrobe and wraps a towel around his own waist before he leads them both out to their living room. He disappears into their bedroom and cleans up the mess in there. He lights up a candle so the room smells nice when Jisung is ready to sleep. 

“Hyung, I’m ordering chicken,” Jisung calls out to him, his voice sounding a bit hoarse from all the crying. Donghyuck puts on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt before he joins Jisung on the couch. Jisung has a gameplay video playing on their TV, not even paying attention to it as he scrolls through his phone.

 

Their food arrives shortly after and they eat before Jisung announces that he’s ready for bed. Donghyuck cleans everything up and when he goes to their bedroom, Jisung’s already laying down under the fresh sheets, looking up at him through sleepy eyes.

Donghyuck settles down next to him, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close to his chest. “Hyung, are you sure that was all okay? I feel like I didn’t resist it enough. Like I gave up too easily but uh– it felt too good,” Jisung says after he yawns, cuddling up closer to Donghyuck.

“You were perfect, Jisungie. Hyung wasn’t too rough, hm? I didn’t push you too far, did I?” Donghyuck asks, even though he already knows the answer that’s about to come out of Jisung’s mouth.

“You could’ve done worse. You were scary with the mask and dressed in all black, especially on the train.” Jisung says, as expected. Donghyuck is always afraid that he’s going too far, but it’s like Jisung has no limits when it comes to these things. He just begs him to go harder, hit him more, fuck him faster. 

“I’ll make sure I’m scarier next time then. Go to sleep now, Jisungie. I love you.” Donghyuck kisses him on the cheek and Jisung practically purrs in his hold. 

“Love you too, hyung,” Jisung finally closes his eyes, melting into Donghyuck’s arms.

“Mhmm, hyung’s gonna wake you up with a surprise tomorrow. Good girls get rewarded.”

Jisung’s head shoots up, but Donghyuck pulls him back down, chuckling when he hears Jisung let out a whimper into the crook of his neck.

Notes:

already thinking about my next cnc pair…

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