Mischief Managed (Stray Kids Oneshots)

Burning Desire | Han Jisung ❤️‍🔥

The rain had come out of nowhere, turning the evening into a quiet, intimate storm. The rhythmic patter of raindrops against the windows mirrored the rapid beating of your heart as you sat on the couch, lost in your own thoughts, yet acutely aware of the presence sitting beside you.

Jisung was next to you, his usual playful energy subdued tonight. He was different—quieter, more introspective, but there was an undeniable intensity in the way his eyes lingered on you. Every glance felt like it carried weight, a silent promise, a tension that neither of you could escape.

His head was tilted back against the couch, his lips parted slightly as if he was trying to catch his breath. He glanced at you, the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. His eyes were warm, but there was something darker beneath the surface—something that made you shiver.

"Hey," Jisung's voice broke the silence, low and soft. It was almost a whisper, yet it carried enough weight to make your breath catch in your throat. He turned his head toward you, locking eyes. "You feel that too, don't you?"

You swallowed, feeling your pulse quicken. The air between you two was thick, charged with something unspoken, something dangerous and exciting. You nodded slowly, unable to put the emotions into words. There was no need to, because he knew. You both knew.

"I don't know why I'm feeling this way," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. His gaze never left yours, and his words were raw, honest. "I've been trying to ignore it, trying to push it down... but I can't anymore. I can't hide how badly I want you."

Your breath caught in your throat, the vulnerability in his voice catching you off guard. Jisung was never one to open up easily, especially not about things that were so... personal. But tonight, something in him was different. Something in both of you had shifted.

The space between you two had become unbearable. The pull was undeniable, a force that neither of you could resist. Slowly, you leaned forward, your body moving toward his without thinking, drawn in by the magnetic energy between you.

When your lips met, it was everything you'd been denying for so long. It was fiery and passionate, full of desperate need. The kiss was urgent, messy, as if you both were trying to taste all the things you had been holding back. Jisung's hand moved to your cheek, his fingers trembling slightly as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. His other hand tangled in your hair, tugging you into him as if he couldn't get close enough.

Every inch of you burned under his touch, your heart racing as your hands explored the familiar terrain of his body. You felt the heat of him through the fabric of your clothes, the strong, steady pulse beneath his skin that mirrored the rapid beat of your own heart.

He broke the kiss just for a moment, both of you gasping for air, and looked down at you with eyes darkened with desire. There was a hunger in his gaze that made your stomach flip, a burning desire that was mirrored in the way your own body ached for him.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," Jisung whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I've been holding back, trying to be patient, but I can't anymore. I need you."

Your heart thundered in your chest as you pressed your lips to his neck, trailing soft, burning kisses along his skin. He let out a soft gasp, his hands gripping your waist as he tilted his head back, giving you full access. The sensation of his skin beneath your lips sent waves of heat through your body, and the more you kissed him, the more desperate the need became.

His hands moved, sliding under your shirt, his touch hot and trembling as he pulled it over your head. You shivered as the cool air hit your skin, the contrast only fueling the fire between you. He looked at you for a moment, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt, but all he found was the same fiery desire that was burning in him.

With a low growl, he pulled you back into him, his lips crashing against yours again, this time with more urgency. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch of you, as if memorizing the feel of your skin beneath his fingertips. The heat between you two was suffocating, and every kiss, every touch, sent a shock of electricity through your body.

You responded eagerly, your hands pulling at his shirt, wanting more, wanting to feel all of him. Jisung helped you remove his shirt, tossing it aside without breaking the kiss. His chest was warm and hard against yours, his skin radiating heat as your hands traced the contours of his muscles.

There was a fire between you two that couldn't be extinguished, a hunger that was too fierce to ignore. Every movement, every touch, was an act of passion, an act of surrender to the emotions you both had been denying for so long.

Jisung's hands moved lower, sliding under the waistband of your jeans, and you gasped at the contact. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Your body arched into him, your hands gripping his shoulders as the intensity of the moment overwhelmed you.

"Jisung..." you breathed, your voice barely audible, but he heard you. He always did. His name was a plea, a confession, a surrender to everything you had been holding back.

He paused for a moment, his forehead resting against yours, his breath ragged. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice hoarse. There was tenderness in his words, a care that made your heart flutter.

You nodded, your hands pulling him closer, the intensity between you undeniable. "Yes. I need you."

That was all he needed. He kissed you again, and this time, it was everything. Every touch was an act of connection, of belonging. The room spun around you, the world outside fading away as you became lost in each other.

The storm outside continued to rage, but inside, there was only the two of you, consumed by the passion that had been building for so long. The intensity of the moment, the raw emotion, the undeniable connection—it was everything you had been waiting for. And when it was over, when the storm of passion finally subsided, you lay together in the aftermath, your bodies tangled, hearts still racing.

Jisung pulled you closer, his arm wrapped around you as he kissed your forehead. "That was..." he started, his voice soft and full of wonder.

"Yeah," you whispered, your hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingers. "It was everything."

And in that moment, with him in your arms, you knew that whatever had sparked between you two wasn't just a fleeting moment. It was a connection, a bond that would continue to burn, hot and passionate, long after the storm had passed.