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Thinkin of you.. | 17 | Jisol Smut

ok so im writing this kinda creepy ass but whatever JISOL

Home alone, for once... You'd think it'd hard to be alone with 12 other people living there, but all it took was "cough cough I sick thank you."

"Honestly, Hansol, you can just say you don't wanna go shopping... Tch, seeya after." Seungcheol peeked his head out the door to look at him condescendingly, then left.

He sat on the couch silently for a few minutes, scrolling through his instagram. Fffffuuuuuucckk. Hansol never realized how boring it was without his other members annoying him. Without Jisoo.

It was a somewhat quiet Saturday, and it was the day all the members decided to go mega-grocery shopping.

Do it. You have at least five hours, kid. Doooooo iiiiiiiit.

Next thing he knew, he was laying down on Jisoo's bed, thinking about him, his smile, his bod- his... Hair. Yeah. Dude no, Hansol thought, not on his bed..

Shoot, he was thinking about Joshua's body again. Soft shoulders, soft skin, his - Shit. Who cares.

He slipped off his jeans, pulled off his sweater, and laid down on the bed, feeling Jisoo's sheets. He flipped over on to his stomach and closed his eyes. Hansol thought of Jisoo's body, and even though he had never seen it so bare, he could imagine it so vividly.

Hansol rolled back over, imagining Jisoo And his... His.. Hansol blushed, thinking about being with him. His hands wandered down to his boxers. Jisoo's smell was all around him, on the sheets, on him. He imagined Jisoo on top of him, cuddling and rubbing against him.

Jisoo's eyes would probably be the greatest thing to see if he was on top of him. Rolling back, scrunching up, even just being closed, they were hot. The little corners of his mouth turning up in a smirk, his eyes half closed, it was too much.

By this point, he could fully imagine it. Jisoo, on top of him, taking all of Hansol in. In reality, Hansol had thrown off his boxers, and began rubbing up and down as he imagined Jisoo on him. He could feel Jisoo on top of him, and just going faster up and down him.

Hansol turned over, still pumping, with his eyes closed and his mouth open. He started to move his hips as well, as if therebwas someone in front of him. Jisoo's delicate white blanket was pulled on, over Hansol's leg. Hansol imagined each tiny detail like moans, breaths, and the feeling of Jisoo's ass right there on the bed.

"F-fuck.. J- jisoo.." He moaned lowly, not caring for the sheets below him or the black t shirt he was wearing. At this moment, he only cared about Jisoo. His other hand occupied his own hole, trying to poke at the sweet spot. He turned on his back and jerked his hips up, sending large amounts of... Stuff Hansol would prefer not to say, on Jisoo's blanket, and on the black Tshirt.

LOL NOPE