Seat 14B
nsfw ahead, 18+ only ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚
pairings: sleepy!han jisung x fem!reader, established relationship
tags/warnings: nsfw, smut, teasing, begging!jisung and sleepy jisung, jisung is very needy, desperate and whiny, begging, bj, public sex (more or less), riding, nicknames, humour, sleepy voice, turbulences, food
note: thank you guys so so much for the love that my first fanfic received, i was so surprised!! Also to everyone that voted on my poll (thank you!): i went with what got voted for more honestly. Sooo because i liked both ideas a lot i can still make a strangers version if yall want to, i’d just change it a bit, please let me know!!
word count: like a bit over 4k
On a late-night flight, you sit next to your boyfriend Jisung, who’s half-asleep, flustered, and already desperate, making your heart race. Between turbulence, cramped seats, and the thrill of not getting caught, the long flight quickly becomes an intimate game of teasing and tension.
Walking down the aisle, you and jisung were searching for your seats, silently hoping not to spot any babies along the way, a twelve-hour flight with screaming and crying would be a nightmare. Not to mention that your boyfriend would go mental, he’s already nervous enough.
You even offered to buy him some cheesecake at one of those overpriced cafés and the airport, hoping it would help him calm down but he turned it down. Han Jisung saying no to cheesecake. What the fuck?
When you finally reached your row, you point “here - 14 A, B, C.”
“Oh, thank God, middle of the plane,” he muttered, visibly relaxing as he slid into 14B. “That’s, like, the safest part statistically, right?” You laughed, dropping your bag under 14C and sitting down beside him. “You’ve clearly done your research.”
“I may or may not have watched three documentaries about airplane engineering last night,” he mumbled, fumbling with his seatbelt. You shook your head, smiling. “You’re hopeless.” But seeing jisung so adorably nervous makes your heart skip a beat.
He glanced over, eyes flicking to the small seat label near you - 14C- and a grin started to form, the nervous edge melting into something playful.
“14C, huh?” he said, leaning a little closer with that familiar spark returning to his eyes. “Yeah… makes total sense.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Ji, what are you talking about? It’s a seat.” But you could tell by the look in his eyes that he’s about to say something so cringy.
He tilted his head, eyes twinkling, and gave a little grin with a wink. “It fits perfectly… because you’re the one (1) for (4) me… and a total Cutie.”
You groan, covering your face. “Really ji? That’s your airplane pickup line? You’ve officially lost it”, you say while shaking your head, still you can’t help a smile escaping your lips.
Jisung fidgeted beside you. “Twelve hours in this seat… hope you’re ready for all of me.” Little did you know, that by all of him, he meant all of him.
Luckily seat 14A remained empty, so the both of you had more room for your bags for example. Yeah, your bags.
The flight attendant walked down the aisle, demonstrating seatbelts and safety instructions, catching both of your attention. Jisung’s eyes followed every move, wide and slightly panicked.
A few minutes later, looking over to him you can see him putting on his headphones, you guess he put his favorite atrists on, their songs always help him relax. A few minutes later the plane took off and the 12 hours flight began…
At some point during the flight you must have fallen asleep. Glancing at your phone the screen reads 1:00 am. You groan, stiff from sitting too long, these plane seats are really uncomfortable. Looking to your right you can see jisung fast asleep. Mouth slightly open, cheeks puffy, head slightly tilted in your direction. It takes everything in you not to just squeeze his whole face and place a thousand kisses on it.
Needing to stretch (and, you admit, a quick bathroom break), you carefully stand up, trying not to wake him. Just as you step into the aisle, turbulence hits. You lose your balance for a moment - and before you can react, you stumble right onto him.
Your body lands awkwardly across his thighs, one hand instinctively shooting out to steady yourself and presses against the front of his pants, right over the bulge of his cock, feeling the sudden warmth and firness beneath the fabric as it twitches under your palm.
He shifts under you, still half-asleep, eyes barely open and clouded with confusion. “U-uh wha- what? What are you uh doing?” he mumbles, voice thick and sleepy. God his sleepy voice. That hardness in his pants swells noticeably against your hand, pulsing with a lazy throb as if even in his fogged state. A soft pink spreads across his cheeks, eyes unfocused and blinking slowly, trying to make sense of the warmth of your body draped over him.
He shallows thickly “I-” he mumbles , voice trailing off into a quiet sigh. He stays there, still zoned out and flustered, not moving away, just letting you be pressed against him for a moment. “y/n-” he tries again but you cut him off, not looking into his eyes out of embarrassment “i’m sorry I- I- the turbulences they- and then I slipped and-” but before you can say even more his hips twitching faintly upward, pressing his thickening length more firmly into your grip while he remains lost in that sleepy, flustered daze, too out of it off to pull away or push you off. You froze, not knowing what to say or do.
The airplane's hum and the lingering turbulence fade into the background, leaving only the warmth of your body against his and the insistent press of his cock straining harder in your palm. He looks utterly gone, chest rising and falling in slow, even breaths, but then a low rumble escapes his lips, barely audible over the engines.
“Ugh- yes, y/n..” he mutters, voice a whisper, thick with drowsiness. His hips shift lazily, grinding his thickening shaft into your hand without any real intent, just instinctive need bubbling up from his subconscious. He let’s out a soft needy “mmmm” as your fingers squeeze gently around the bulge, feeling it twitch and pulse under the fabric.
The sight of him like this makes you drool, bed hair, mouth slightly open, pinkish cheeks. You guess he doesn’t take much liking to airplane seats either, because the side of his tummy is exposed (from shifting around you guess) and you can see his tattoo. You gulp, tattoos are your weakness. And his especially, the way they linger around his toned abs, you’re definitely gonna convince him to get even more.
God, he doesn’t know what those tattoos do to you, you could get yourself off just by looking at them. Thinking about the noises he made while getting them. Jisung whines easily, it doesn’t matter if it’s in pain or pleasure. Sometimes you resist on kissing him during sex, so you could hear his noises. If only he knew that they drive you insane.
He doesn't wake, doesn't completely open his eyes, but his body responds - thighs parting slightly, inviting more contact. Another breathless mutter slips out "feels sooo good mmm don't stop" his cheeks flush deeper, a rosy heat spreading down his neck, and his free hand twitches at his side, fingers curling.
And to your surprise you wanted this. You wanted to see how far you can push, how bold he can remain knowing you’re stuck for another 6 hours on this plane. You press your thighs together. Unsure of what to do.
Before anything else can happen, you hear footsteps coming from down the aile towards you, you pushing your hands off, looking up seeing a flight attended coming your way. Sliding out of the row, cheeks burning, pretending as if nothing happened, trying to act casual, while your panties are dripping wet and you don’t know how to calm down again. “This is going to be a long flight” you mumble under your breathe, as you closed the WC door.
2.30 am. You couldn’t sleep. You wrapped a blanket around yourself, luckily you took one with you, who knew airplanes could get so chilly at night. Scrolling through instagram, thinking it will eventually make you tired and distract you from the heat building between your legs.
You took your panties off when you were in the bathroom, they were so slick and wet there was no use in wearing them anymore. You stuffed them into the pocket of your sweatpants and left them there.
Suddenly you hear a soft sleepy murmur from jisung “hnn..mmm”, his hand lazily drifts to rub his face as he shifts, still half-asleep.
“Can’t sleep baby?”, he asks, his eyes barely open, and he shifts slightly in the seat.
“Yeah.. can’t sleep” you admit, cheeks heating.
“Mhmm.. me too, i had this dream and it felt so realistic. You were there and then you mhmm and i didn’t want you to stop but you did and now i can’t think straight and going back to sleep is impossible i’m so hard can you touch me?” he rambles in one go. Cheeks slightly pink, voice deep, sleepy and desperate.
The confession hangs in the air, raw and unfiltered, his body betraying him completely - chest rising and falling quicker now, a faint sheen of sweat on his brow.
You wanted to be the smarter one here. You’re in an airplane anyone could see if they woke up or a flight attendant came across. But your body’s betraying you. You’re so wet it’s unbearable.
“Ji-” but before you can say more he leans closer, head on your shoulder, his breath tickling your neck, you shiver slightly and then he whispers, raw and sleepy.
“Please baby, it won’t take long i promise. I’m already so hard i could cum any moment…please just help me out a bit. I won’t make any noises, no one’s gonna know i swear please just- just touch me, i need you.”
You shallow. You don’t know what to do. Just when you were about to tell him that this isn’t a good idea, you turn to look at him and see him staring at you with those lustful sleepy boba eyes. How could you ever say no to them?
“Fine, but be quick okay, i really don’t want us to get caught” you mutter slightly embarrassed.
“Yes yes baby don’t worry i’ll be so quick you won’t even remember that this happened thank you thank you thank you”he whispers and gives you a quick kiss on your cheek.
Your fingers curl around the outline of his cock through his sweatpants , squeezing gently as his rambling words fade into a needy whimper. Jisung's eyes flutter half-shut, his body slumping back into the seat, too sleepy “p-please” he whispers voice whiny and thick, lips parting on a shaky breath.
You glance around - the seats are dim, most passengers lost in sleep - and put the thin blanket over both your laps, creating a shield. Your hand slips under the fabric,sliding his waistband down a little, he helps clumsily, lifting his hips just enough for you to tug it down enough to free his cock from his boxers.
It springs out, hot and heavy in your palm, the shaft veined and throbbing, pre-cum already beading at the flushed tip. Jisung's breath hitches, a quiet whine slipping out as you wrap your fingers around him, stroking from base to head in slow, firm pulls.
“Mmmph... y-yes, like that” he mumbles, head against the headrest, his free hand gripping the armrest to keep from thrusting too obviously. The blanket slightly over his lap, hiding the way your fist glides up and down his length, slicking him with his own leaking cum. His cock pulses in your grip, growing even harder, the sleepy haze making his reactions lazy but desperate “don’t t-tease”, thighs trembling.
He tries to stay quiet, but soft, whiny gasps escape him with each stroke, his face twisting in flushed frustration as he fights the urge to moan aloud. The plane tilts slightly, making a soft creak, but Jisung’s attention is elsewhere, caught up in the heat.
After a few minutes of your steady pumping, his hand finds your wrist under the blanket, squeezing weakly. “N-not enough p-please, I need- I need your mouth baby” he begs in a sleepy, whiny plea, eyes glassy and pleading as he looks at you. His cock twitches in your hand, begging for more, and you feel the shift in him - the sleepiness fueling his boldness, making him push for what he craves.
Heart pounding, you nod, sliding off his lap with careful movements, the space between seats so cramped your knees press against the seat in front.
You duck under the blanket, the fabric pooling over Jisung's spread thighs like he's just adjusting for comfort. It's tight down here - your shoulders brush his legs, the air warm and musky with his scent- but you manage, knees digging into the carpeted floor as you position yourself between his knees. His cock stands rigid before you, tip glistening, and you lean in, parting your lips to take him inside.
Jisung's hand flies to his mouth, muffling a whiny groan as your tongue swirls around the head, tasting the salty pre-cum before you sink down further, lips stretching around him. You suck steadily, hollowing your cheeks, your head bobbing in the confined space while one hand strokes what you can't fit.
He tastes thick and urgent, his shaft pulsing against your tongue with every wet slide. Above the blanke, he looks completely messy - hair all over the place, cheeks flushed, legs spread out, but innocent enough, like he's just resting uncomfortably.
“Oh God... s-so good” he whimpers softly, voice barely audible, his hips twitching upward to fuck shallowly into your mouth. Muffled whines escape him, his free hand tangling in the blanket's edge to anchor himself. You're careful, keeping the rhythm discreet, saliva coating him as you take him deeper.
Then, footsteps approach down the aisle, and a soft voice cuts through. “Sir? Are you alright? You look a bit flushed - do you need anything? Water, perhaps?” the flight attendant leans in, her shadow falling over Jisung's seat.
Jisung freezes, his cock buried halfway in your mouth, throbbing wildly as panic flashes in his eyes. “I-I'm f-fine” he stammers, voice strained and whiny despite his effort to sound normal. He clears his throat, forcing a weak smile. “Just... just couldn't sleep. Turbulence earlier, you know?”
Before she can respond, the plane jolts hard - turbulence hitting without warning. Your body shifts forward involuntarily, driving Jisung's cock deep into your throat in one unexpected thrust. He chokes on a gasp, eyes widening as the tight heat overwhelms him fully, your gag reflex kicking in but holding as you swallow around him. “Ahh-” the sound comes out as a strangled cough, his hand clamping over his mouth again.
The attendant pauses, concern showing on her face. “Are you sure? That sounded rough. Let me get you some te-”
“N-no, really, I'm good” jisung manages, voice pitching higher, whiny edges weakening his composure as you pull back slightly, only to suck him deeper on the rebound from the shake. His cock leaks steadily now, pulsing against your tongue, and he bites his knuckle to stifle the moan building in his chest. Sweat beads on his forehead, his sleepy desire and the fear of being caught clash inside him, making every word feel like a struggle “th-thanks, though. Jus-Just.. need to rest”.
She nods hesitantly, lingering a second longer before moving on, her footsteps fading. Jisung exhales shakily, his hand dropping to press the blanket down, hips jerking once as the adrenaline spikes his need. “F-fuck... don't stop please baby, you’re unreal” he whispers desperately, voice a needy whine.
Your mouth works him relentlessly under the blanket, tongue pressing flat against the underside of his cock as you bob faster, the tight space forcing you to angle your head just right. Jisung's thighs tense around you, his whiny breaths escaping him. “C-close... oh God, ‘m gon- gonna-” he whimpers softly, voice speepy, hips stuttering upward in shallow thrusts that push him deeper into the wet heat of your throat.
The first burst hits without warning, thick ropes of cum flooding your mouth as his shaft pulses hard. “Aaah- ‘mmm gonna uhhh babyyy” you swallow greedily around him, the salty bitterness coating your tongue while you milk every drop with firm sucks, your lips sealed tight to catch it all. Jisung's body shudders, a choked whine escaping as he grips the seat edge, knuckles white, his cock twitching until he's completely done, softening slightly in the aftermath. You pull back slowly, licking him clean with a final swirl, the blanket shifting just enough to let you resurface, face flushed and lips swollen.
He slumps deeper into the seat, eyes heavy lidded and dazed, but that needy spark lingers in his gaze as it drops to your lap. The blanket's still draped over you both, and in the dim cabin light, he notices the way your thighs press together, the subtle dampness seeping through your sweatpants. “Y-you're... wet” he murmurs, voice whiny and thick. "I can see it - you're soaked. Let me... please?" Before you can respond, his hand slips inside the waistband, bold and insistent.
His fingers brush against your bare pussy, and he freezes for a split second, eyes widening. “No panties? Fuck, you're killing me” he breathes, his voice a desperate rasp, head falling back. The realization hits him hard - your slick folds exposed, dripping from the thrill of sucking him off right there in public. His cock twitches in his pants again, already half-hard despite just cumming.
“Baby you’re sitting here next to me bare underneath, sucking me off while soaking your sweatpants?” he continues “baby i can feel it, how wet you are… let me... wanna make you feel good too. P-Please?” he begs.
Jisung's fingers dive in without hesitation, parting your wet lips and sliding along your clit. He circles it slowly at first, then presses harder, his touch needy and uncoordinated from sleep and lust. “Gonna make you feel good too mmmm” he murmurs, leaning close so his breath fans your ear. “You deserve it after that. So wet for me... please, let me finger this pretty pussy y/n”
You bite your lip to stifle a gasp as he pushes two fingers inside you, curling them just right to hit that spot that makes your thighs clench. “Ji…” you murmur breathless. The plane's hum masks the soft, wet sounds of him thrusting in and out, but every whimper that escapes his lips feels dangerously loud. He's desperate, hips shifting subtly as he works you, his free hand gripping the armrest.
“Jisung, shh” you whisper, glancing around at the dozing seats. But he doesn't stop - his fingers pump faster, thumb rubbing your clit in frantic circles. His whines grow louder, sleepy pleas tumbling out. “Feels so good... you're clenching around me. Ne-need to be inside you. Please baby just the tip. It'll feel amazing baby, I promise. Won't move much, just... f-fuck, I need your pussy on my cock please y/n” he says in a desperate voice.
His begging turns into full-on whimpers, high and needy, as he begs to fuck you right there in his seat. 14B. “Quietly, yeah? No one will know. Just slide down a little and let me push in. Please baby, i’m so hard again. It'll be quick, make you cum so hard, you deserve it please baby” his fingers twist deeper inside you, and you feel your walls flutter around him.
The convincing works, his sleepy begging too endearing to deny. Heart racing, you nod, glancing around the dark cabin - no one's stirring at this hour.
“Just the tip" you murmur, echoing his earlier beg, but taking control. “Yes baby just the tip” he repeats voice deeper than usual. You tug his pants down, freeing his hardening cock, still slick from your mouth. It's thick, the head flushed and leaking.
Shifting in the cramped seats, you straddle him carefully, the blanket tenting over your joined bodies. Your sweatpants are shoved down enough to expose your bare pussy. Looking at jisung’s eyes still sleepy but he’s eyeing you up and down, shallowing, lust growing in them. You hover above him, guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance, rubbing it along your slit to tease. “D-don’t” he whispers. Slowly, you lower yourself “y-yeah, like that” he breathes, voice a needy whine, hands on your hips guiding you down just enough to let the head breach you, stretching your entrance with a delicious burn.
You sink onto just the tip, rocking shallowly, the blanket hiding the intimate connection as his thickness teases your walls. Jisung bites his lip, stifling a groan, his sleepy eyes rolling back at the tight grip of your pussy clenching around him. “F-fuck, so warm... k-keep going, feels amazing baby” he whispers. “Just like this yeahhh baby, ride the tip” his voice is needy, eyes rolling back.
Then, without warning, the plane jolts violently - turbulence hitting like a sudden storm. The cabin shakes, seatbelt signs flickering on as the aircraft dips and bucks. In the chaos, your balance falters, and you drop fully onto him, his entire cock slamming deep into your pussy in one unintended thrust. The sudden fullness rips a gasp from your throat, your walls clenching around his full length.
Jisung's eyes fly open wide, a loud, unrestrained moan bursting from his lips “Ah, f-fuck! S-so deep” his voice carrying too far in the quiet cabin. The turbulence tosses you both, but his hips buck up instinctively, burying himself even harder as the plane levels out. Panic surges through you, a few heads nearby stir, murmuring about the bump.
Jisung's face twists in overwhelmed pleasure, sleepy whines mixing with the plane's groans as he fights to stay silent, hips bucking up instinctively to chase the friction.
“Jisung!” you hiss, clamping a hand over his mouth, but he's lost in it now, whines turning into desperate, throaty cries muffled against your palm. “Too much... y-you're taking all of me, y/n. Can’t-t fuck, gonna c-cum already.” his cock pulses inside you, thick.
Heart pounding, you snatch the damp panties from your pocket - the ones you'd removed earlier, soaked with your juices - and put them into his open mouth mid-whimper.
Jisung's eyes go wide, muffled moans vibrating against the fabric as he sucks on them instinctively. The taste of you on the cloth only makes him hornier, his dick slamming into your pussy harder now, desperate to please. You grind down on him, the confined space making every movement intense.
His hands dig into your ass, pulling you down as he thrusts up, the turbulence forgotten in the haze of lust. You bounce faster, clit grinding against his base. Jisung's body trembles beneath you, his gagged whimpers growing frantic, cock swelling as he nears the edge. You rub your clit furiously, the pressure building until your orgasm crashes over you - walls spasming around him, milking his length as you bite back your own cry.
He follows seconds later, hips jerking wildly as he floods your pussy with hot cum, thick spurts coating your insides. The panties soak up his excess drool and muffled sounds, his body going slack as you both pant through the aftershocks. Slowly, you lift off, his spent cock slipping free with a wet pop, cum trickling down your thigh. You pull the panties from his mouth, damp and stretched, and he licks his lips, dazed and sated.
“Fuck... that was insane” he whispers, voice wrecked, putting himself together again and head on your shoulder. Still sleepy.
He grinned, hair a total mess, you decide to tease him a bit “so… still nervous about flying?” you ask with a shy smile
He laughs softly “guess turbulences aren’t so bad after all”
“Next time, we’re using the bathroom,” you mumble, adjusting in your seat with a groan. “These seats are way too small.”
His lips curve into a sleepy grin. “Next time?” he teases, voice low and rough with exhaustion.
Your face heats instantly. “Shut up,” you mutter, swatting his arm before curling back against him.
He chuckles quietly, eyes already fluttering shut. “Wake me up if they serve snacks, seat 14B” he whispers, a small smile tugging at his lips.
“It’s not even four am why would they serve snacks now sungie?” you mumble, glancing at him - but he’s already drifted off, mouth slightly open, breathing soft and steady. You sigh, smiling to yourself before finally letting your eyes close too.
