Danger | Han Jisung x Reader

Skin

Y/N:

"You wanna help me try these on?"

Han looked at you with a dropped jaw before following with the words "hell yeah!"

You sat down on the bench and took your shoes off as Han took the thigh-highs out of their box. He knelt down in front of you and moved to where he was sort of in between your legs. Let's just say that it did not look very PG. 

He grabbed your ankle and then lightly dragged his fingers up your leg until he got his hand behind your knee. He looked at you with bedroom eyes sending shivers up your spine. You exhaled a shaky breath causing him to smirk before sliding on the boots. 

Once he was done putting both of the boots on you. He moved his hands up to your bare thighs, shifting all of his weight onto them before standing up. As he stood up, he kept his body close to yours, leaning his face towards yours. You could feel his hands sliding up a little before he stopped putting pressure on your thighs, dragging his fingers over your skin as he completely stood up, turning away afterwards. 

You looked down at your thighs and saw his hands imprinted on your skin from him shifting his weight onto your thighs and your cheeks reddened. You aren't really sure if you wanted him to stop there. Honestly, you wanted him to keep going.

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Jisung:

He turned around to see you staring at his handprints on your thighs. His heart started to race seeing his marks on you. Even if they were only temporary. He took his jacket off and handed it to you, turning his head away in embarrassment.

You took it and tied it around your waist as you stood up, watching Jisung cautiously putting the boots into the basket. He also turned around and grabbed some black pumps that were your size and stuck them in the basket as well before saying that the both of you should head back home. You nodded in agreement as the both of you silently walked to the cashier.

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Y/N:

The both of you walked to the car after paying awkwardly. The heat from Jisung's skin was still imprinted into your memory like it just happened. 

You walked over to your trunk with the basket to put your clothes and shoes and a few other products that you had bought into the trunk. Han walked over to you to help. He walked from the driver's side of the car to your left side, putting his hand in the small of your back as he crossed behind you to your right side. 

You shivered at his touch once again. You closed your eyes and exhaled, keeping the feeling for as long as you could until it naturally faded away. 

He noticed your frozen state and smiled to himself, loving the way he could send sparks flying through you with just his simple touch. He grabbed your arm and took the clothes in your hand to throw them in your trunk before he made you sit down on the edge of your car. He stood in front of you and held your face, lifting your chin up to where your eyes met his. 

You stood up to be closer, which he was not expecting, and his arms slowly moved down. Trailing his fingers along your neck, then your shoulders, down your arms, and gently moving his hands to your waist. You grabbed his belt loops on his jeans and pulled him closer. 

Han couldn't take this anymore.

He smashed his lips into yours, keeping one hand at your waist and the other holding the side of your face. You removed your hands from his beltloops and trailed them up slowly to his chest, gripping his shirt. 

He moved his lips onto your neck and trailed down to your collarbone to find your sweet spot. You didn't know what he was doing but you were surprised when you let out a moan when he found it. 

You ran your hand through his hair and lightly tugged as the feeling got even more stimulating than it started off to be. He moaned softly against your skin at the tug. 

He pulled away and stared into your eyes before planting a soft passionate kiss. "We should go now. I mean, we are in a parking lot." He said, shoving aside all of his urges.

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The drive home was silent and all you could think about was how good Han could make you feel with just a simple touch, let alone an entire make out session. The tension in the air was so thick that you'd need more than a knife to cut through it. 

He pulled into your driveway, and you noticed your parents weren't home. This made it easier for you to load all of your new clothes into the house with Han's help without your mother questioning what you bought.

Han helped you carry all of your things into the house in one run. You went up the stairs and into your bedroom to put your things away. Han looked over to where he sat when you were stitching him up and saw small bloodstains on the carpet. "Sorry," he said with a blank face. 

You didn't know what he was talking about until you saw what he was looking at. "It's okay. It's not like you meant to bleed. It's just something that happens." You said reassuringly. "Since we're on that topic, I need to see your stitches to see how well they're doing."

He didn't hesitate to rip off his shirt. You walked closer to him and examined the stitches on his back before walking around to his other side to examine the ones on his shoulder and collarbone. 

"I think it just needs some disinfecting and then you'll be okay for a while." You said, smiling.

You grabbed some rubbing alcohol from underneath your bathroom sink and some cotton balls from your vanity and disinfected his wounds.

You had just finished when you heard your mother yell from downstairs signaling that she's home. Han was one step ahead of you and was already outside your window. "See you at the party tomorrow."

He climbed down and ran over to his house, waving at you before walking into his house. 

You walked over to your bed and realized that Han's shirt was still on your bed. You folded it up and stuck it underneath your pillow smiling to yourself.

"See you at the party tomorrow."