Author's note:Hi guys! Just wanted to say that this one is kind of spicy I guess? I don't really know what happened, I got a little carried away haha. As you know I have like a ton of drafts and some of them are a little more spicy so I will put one to three 🌶️ emojis up front (I don't think I have one that I would rate three chillies but who knows what the future holds.) This One Shot gets one and a half lol.
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Jisung had been on tour for months, traveling from city to city, stage to stage, performing for thousands of adoring fans every night. The tour had been a whirlwind of lights, music, and endless energy, but it had also been grueling—long hours, exhausting travel, and the constant pressure to give everything he had on stage. Through it all, one thing had kept him going: the thought of coming home to you.
Now, that moment had finally arrived. The door creaks open, and before you can even register the sound, he's there, standing in the doorway, looking more tired than you've ever seen him but also so incredibly alive. Jisung's eyes lock onto yours, and in that moment, everything else fades away—the waiting, the loneliness, the distance. It all disappears as he steps forward, closing the space between you in an instant.
"Y/N—" he barely gets your name out before he's crashing into you, his hands cupping your face as his lips meet yours with a fierce intensity. It's as if the months apart have all been leading up to this moment, every ounce of longing and desire pouring into this kiss. You feel it in the way his lips move against yours, desperate and needy, like he's been starving for you.
He pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips, "I missed you so much." His voice is breathless, his forehead resting against yours as he catches his breath, but there's no time to respond before he's kissing you again, deeper this time, more insistent. "I love you," he murmurs between kisses, the words melting into your skin as he trails his lips down your neck.
Your heart swells at his words, the ones you've been aching to hear, and you can't help but pull him closer, fingers tangling in his hair as you press yourself against him. "I love you too," you manage to breathe out, though it's hard to focus on anything other than the way his hands are roaming your body, rediscovering every inch of you.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you," he confesses, his voice low and rough as he kisses along your jaw, his lips moving with a mixture of urgency and tenderness. "Every night... every morning... all I wanted was to be here with you."
Your response is lost in the sensation of his lips returning to yours, his hands gripping your waist as if he's afraid you might disappear if he lets go. You feel the same—like you need to be as close to him as possible, like the months apart have left an ache inside you that only he can fill. His fingers dig into your hips, pulling you even closer, and a shiver runs through you as his touch becomes more urgent, more insistent.
He lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you toward the bedroom. Every step is punctuated by a kiss, a gasp, a whispered word of love and longing. You barely notice the walls and furniture you bump into, too lost in the heat of the moment, too consumed by the need to be with him, to feel him.
Clothes are discarded hastily, your desire for each other too intense to bother with patience or finesse. His shirt is the first to go, quickly followed by yours, and then his hands are on your bare skin, mapping out every inch of you as if he's rediscovering a long-lost treasure. Your fingers fumble with the button of his jeans, desperate to feel more, to be closer.
He groans softly as your hands brush against him, and the sound sends a thrill through you, making you even more eager. His lips are everywhere—your mouth, your neck, your collarbone—leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His touch is both rough and tender, the perfect mix of urgency and affection, and it drives you wild.
Somehow, you both manage to stumble towards the bed, your lips never parting for more than a second, your bodies pressed tightly together. You don't even make it fully onto the bed, collapsing onto the edge in a tangle of limbs and heated kisses. His hands are everywhere, exploring, caressing, driving you to the brink of madness with their insistence.
He pulls back just long enough to look into your eyes, his gaze intense and filled with love. "I want you," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "I want you so much."
Your response is immediate, your hands pulling him back down to you, your lips finding his once more. "I'm yours," you breathe out between kisses, your voice trembling with the intensity of your emotions. "I've always been yours."
The words seem to ignite something in him, and the next moments are a blur of sensation and need. You move together with a frantic, almost desperate rhythm, every touch, every kiss, every breath a testament to the months you've spent apart. It's rough and unrestrained, a powerful surge of emotion and physicality that leaves you both breathless and overwhelmed.
When you finally come apart, the world goes quiet around you, leaving only the sound of your ragged breaths and the warmth of his body pressed against yours. Jisung's hand is still resting on your waist, his thumb brushing lazy circles against your skin as he tries to catch his breath. You're both still tangled in each other's arms, the intensity of what just happened leaving you both speechless.
But as the quiet settles, you start to laugh—a soft, breathless sound that bubbles up from deep within you. Jisung pulls back slightly, looking at you with a mix of confusion and amusement.
"What's so funny?" he asks, though he's already starting to smile, the corners of his lips quirking up as he watches you.
"We just—" You laugh again, shaking your head as the absurdity of the situation hits you. "We barely made it to the bed... We were like—like animals or something."
Jisung chuckles, the sound low and warm, and you can feel the tension easing out of both of you. "I guess we couldn't help ourselves," he says, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I just missed you so much."
You smile up at him, feeling the love and warmth radiating between you. "I missed you too," you say, your voice softer now, more tender. "But maybe next time, we can at least say hello before we, you know... lose control."
He laughs again, the sound filling the room and making everything feel lighter. "Deal," he agrees, pulling you closer. "But I can't make any promises."
You both laugh, the sound mingling together as you settle into each other's arms, the comfort of being together again washing over you. And as the night stretches on, you talk about everything—the tour, the things you missed, the plans for the future. But no matter what you say, it always comes back to the same thing: the love that brought you back together, stronger than ever.
