Imagine Roommate! 3racha Coming Back From The Gym To U In One Of Their Rooms Trying On Lingerie Bc I

imagine roommate! 3racha coming back from the gym to u in one of their rooms trying on lingerie bc “i don’t have a full length mirror in mine :(((“ literally been on my mind all day

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finally finished this one🥳🥳

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warnings: smut, sexual explicit content, foursome, gets kinda nasty with a side of fluff, jisung x reader leaning lol

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It was the first and last time you’d ever go shopping with Jisung. He was the only one of your three roommates that was currently available to accompany you. As fashionable as the boy is, he couldn’t give a single valuable opinion for his life. Everything you showed him, he’d give you either a thumbs up or tell you that “it’s your body. If you like it, you like it.”

You’d been at the mall with him for almost two hours when you’d given up asking him. It was obvious when Jisung started to run out of social battery, he’d tell you he’d wait on a bench outside whatever store while you looked around. By the time you’d come to the last store you wanted to check out, Jisung was practically drained.

“Wait outside. I’ll be quick,” you told him, already heading towards the lingerie store without looking back at him. What you didn’t see was his head perking up at the sight of you entering the much flashier and… adult… store. But he did as you asked, taking a seat outside and swinging his legs until you returned.

While inside, you browsed around and picked out a few pieces that stood out. One in particular that really caught your eye was a light blue babydoll set, feminine and frilly and so out of your comfort zone. There was no one you had to wear it for, but it was just so cute. It was also very different compared to the usual black and nude lingerie you typically stuck to. All the courage you had to even walk in the store and pick up the babydoll set evaporated as soon as one of the employees came up and offered to show you where the dressing rooms were, all with a judgemental look on her face. “Is that your boyfriend outside?” She asked, head pointed straight at Jisung, who watched you fiddling with the fabric between your fingers.

In an attempt to ward off her disapproving energy, you replied, “yeah, he is. I don’t need the fitting rooms, I think he’ll like this.” You walked towards the register without another word from her.

You probably should’ve taken up her offer on trying the set on before you got home, but for some reason, the way she looked at Jisung and how she stared at you sparked a sort of jealousy. Upon purchasing it, you instantly strode back over to your friend and took his arm, pulling him from the store and walking away.

He didn’t question your interaction with the store employee or why you’d dragged him away so quickly, but his mind didn’t stop racing at the idea of you wearing lingerie. Little to your knowledge, he had been crushing on you for the longest time. But you were also very, very off limits. It was a rule that he and your other two roommates agreed on when you moved in. You were their friend first, roommate second, and object of their sexual desires at the very end of the list.

However, he just had to tell Chan and Changbin of what he witnessed. So when the two of you arrived home and they invited you both to work out, Jisung jumped at the opportunity while you politely declined and used the excuse that you were tired. In all honesty, you just wanted a reason to stay home and try on your newest addition to your underwear drawer. As soon as they’d left, you locked yourself in your room and stripped, taking your time to put on the outfit. You’d taken off the tag without knowing if it would even fit or not, sighing at your own recklessness. But as you slowly slid on the light colored panties and draped the incredibly sheer top over your head, you came to the realization that you didn’t even have a mirror in your room– not a full length one, anyways. Your little vanity that you usually used wasn’t big enough to get the full view of your new set.

You were on a roll today, acting without thinking as you moved to unlock your door and peak your head outside into the hallway. Checking up and down the hall as well as listening for any movements, you quietly padded around the house looking for any sort of reflection that could show you how you truly looked. The bathroom mirror was a bust, too tall so that you only saw from your diaphragm and up. It was still too bright outside to see anything in the reflection of the sliding door that led to the balcony. Your only other option was perhaps one of the boy’s rooms.

Cursing under your breath at your own ignorance, you mentally noted to grab a full length mirror the next time you went out.

The house still seemed to be empty, but out of anxiety you treadded silently back towards the hallway where the four bedrooms were. You were lucky enough for your room to be next to Jisung’s, who was the quietest of the three boys when alone in their respective spaces. But he was also one of the more private ones, meaning his door was locked. You still checked, of course, but with no luck. Across from him was Chan, also very private and also very much locked. Changbin’s door directly across from yours was your last hope.

And voila! You were met with the overwhelming smell of spice and linen clearly left behind from his cologne and laundry detergent. His walls were painted a dark navy blue, complimenting the pale gray sheets that were messily spread across his bed. There wasn’t much else in his room besides the dresser, a few dumbbells, a desk that acted also as his bedside table, and a closet. There was no mirror that you could see, but upon further inspection, you opened the closet door and found just that.

With your back to the entrance of his room, you smoothed out the top of the lingerie set, tilting your head and twisting to see all the different angles. You had to admit, you looked good. Despite it being entirely different from what you were used to, it was nice to know that you could pull off other colors and other styles. So for a while, you just admired your body in his bedroom mirror.

Jisung had rushed Chan and Changbin out of the house, whispering in their ears that he had something important to share with them. The three of them were already in the gym of their apartment building and starting their routine when Jisung had realized he’d forgotten his pre workout drink. “I’ll be right back,” he said and rushed back upstairs before he could even tell them about you and the lingerie store. He’d jogged to his locked bedroom and found his drink sitting on the desk, taking a couple swigs of it before exiting to find Changbin’s door open. And you in all your glory.

You didn’t even hear him come in let alone notice him, jaw almost to the floor as your hands ran over your curves. Still looking at yourself in the mirror, you turned your hips to see how your butt looked in the baby blue. Immaculate, of course.

“Wow,” Jisung said, a lot louder than he’d intended to.

You jumped, seeing his reflections standing in the doorway with a dumbfounded look. It took you a second to remember your current state, hands flying to cover your chest and private parts. “Wha– I thought you were supposed to be at the gym?” Blood rushed to your cheeks as your eyes darted around aimlessly. When he didn’t respond, you turned to face him.

Jisung looked down at the drink in his hand, “I forgot s– something.” You followed his gaze downward, seeing the bottle. But you kept going, only now noticing his figure in the shadow of the hallway light. The sleeves of his shirt were cut off, drawing your attention to his sculpted arms. But how tiny his shorts were made your mouth water. You’d almost forgotten to breathe once you noticed a tent starting to rise.

You’d briefly thought back to the interaction with the store employee, thinking harder back to how Jisung was watching you like a hawk.

Grazing over his body again, your eyes met his. With the most innocent look you could conjure, “I don’t have a mirror in my room. What do you think, Sungie?” At a snail’s pace, you removed your hands from your chest and core, placing them behind your back and tilting your head.

He’d short circuited, unable to think about anything besides the way your tits peaked through the material of the lingerie. He didn’t even care that he was completely hard and almost to the point of throbbing. Not a single ounce of shame lingered in him as he took a step into Changbin’s room. “Really… really… something,” was all he could compute.

It felt so wrong, like you breaking a whole variety of rules that could get you into some deep shit with your other housemates. But the way his eyes were completely blown out and how good he looked, you couldn’t get yourself to care. So you took a step closer to him, looking up and smiling devilishly.

“Yeah?” You noticed the way his breath hitched in his throat the nearer you got. It gave you a surge of confidence, “wanna take a closer look?”

Jisung nodded embarrassingly fast, followed by dropping the bottle and pulling you in for a kiss even faster. Your head spun at how quickly things escalated. One second you were standing in the middle of Changbin’s room, the next you were spread out on his bed with Jisung hovering over you. His kisses were ravaging, sloppy but still heated as he made his way down your neck, only stopping to breathe. Your hands traveled through his thick hair, carding and pulling it in between moans as he continued further down.

Over the baby blue material, he kissed the tops of your breasts and licked across your nipple, making it perk more and leaving dark wet marks. The more your hands caressed him, the more he soaked your new clothes. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you in this,” he mumbled into you, leaving peppered kisses down your stomach. As he reached the hemline of your frilly underwear you arched into his touch, mind wandering to how smug you felt leaving the store earlier hand in hand with him. “Just had to tell the guys about how hot you looked.”

You didn’t expect it from yourself, aroused by the idea of both Jisung and your other two roommates fawning over you in lingerie. It made you practically shove his face towards your cunt, wet spot growing larger the longer he stared up into your eyes. “Please,” you whimpered, unsure of what you were truly asking for.

He didn’t wait any longer before just pushing the material to the side and letting his tongue run up through your folds. The warmth of the wet muscle made you groan, eyes shutting as your head fell back into the sheets. The fact that you weren’t in either of your own beds only added to the forbiddenness of the situation, how risky and taboo it was to be doing this in your roommate’s domain.

Jisung was good with his tongue, flicking your sensitive bundle of nerves with the tip and alternating to suctioning you in. You let out a particularly loud moan when he sucked harder and let his fingers circle your entrance.

You were so immersed in the sensation that you didn’t see the body standing in the doorway. “And when I thought today couldn’t get any weirder,” Chan stood, dumbfounded at the sight before him.

Seeing him in complete awe of you and Jisung set shocks through you, unable to stop yourself from shoving his head harder into you and mewling out. You kept your eyes locked on Chan’s face as Jisung continued to eat you out like a man starved. The absolute bliss your body writhed in sent blood rushing straight to the watcher’s cock, arms flexing in restraint. But then you pried one hand from Jisung’s hair, bringing it up to stick two fingers into your mouth.

As you swirled your tongue around your fingers and the man between your knees continued to ravish you, Chan was already stripping his shirt off and walking to the side of the bed closest to your head. Despite Jisung wanting you all for himself, he enjoyed the show you’d put on as you popped your fingers from your mouth and pulled Chan in by the back of his hair for a messy kiss. It fueled his need to prove himself to you, so he circled your entrance for a second to collect your dripping essence, pushing two digits into your relaxing hole. The sudden intrusion made you cry into Chan’s mouth.

Hearing your sweet noises made the older pull away from you and tug his shorts down, tugging lazily at his fully erect cock. As Jisung continued to suck at your clit and stroke his fingers into you, Chan stood tall. He looked down at you with an expression that told you he wanted only one thing. But to get you to how he wanted, he grabbed the base of his cock and tapped it against your cheek.

“Open,” he commanded, intentionally missing your tongue that was now sticking out. It was slightly humiliating, Jisung having witnessed the whole thing as well. But you were so close to your release, unable to care about how dumb you must’ve looked.

Jisung could feel how tightly you were contracting around his fingers, your hips bucking up and using the handle on his hair to grind harder into his tongue. He enjoyed himself, much more than he’d ever admit, how you used him to chase your own pleasure, so sure he was leaking precum through his shorts. Laundry was definitely going to need to be done.

But just as you were at your tipping point, needing just a little more to get over, Chan gathered a pool of saliva in his mouth, letting it drip from his tongue. He’d meant to slather it onto his dick, but with how erratically the lower half of your body moved he missed, smearing it across your lips and cheek. It was such a filthy sight and an even filthier feeling, forcing your orgasm to rip through you and clench your thighs around Jisung’s head. Just as your eyes shut and mouth opened to cry out, the man standing over you easily shut you up by shoving his cock into your mouth, immediately muffling you. The vibrations from your moans traveled through Chan’s body, making him groan out as well.

Reaching down to find a grip on your hair, he gently thrusted into you, taking his time. Jisung, still clamped between your legs, almost refused to detach from your cunt. But you’d released him and pulled him up by the hair. “She tastes so fucking good. Wanna try, hyung?” he playfully asked, watching the older screw his eyes shut in pleasure as he climbed to his knees between your quivering legs.

“Yeah. C’mere,” Chan breathed out, looking at Jisung and pulling him in by the collar of his shirt for a kiss. He even surprised himself by the action, letting his tongue glide over the other boy’s as he took in the taste and scent of your high. You, mouth still full of Chan’s cock and legs wrapping around Jisung’ s waist, watched as the two boys above you temporarily forgot about your surging needs. You’d gotten their attention again by digging the tip of your own tongue into Chan’s slit, making him push the younger away and rip another moan from his chest. “Fuck– he’s right. You’re fucking delicious.”

You reached up to grab the base of his cock and pop him from your mouth for a split second to say, “bet you taste even better.”

You could hardly process what occurred in the next few moments. Chan pushed you harshly into the bed and took a step away, “want front or back?” He asked the younger.

For a moment, he pondered. “Front.” Just as Chan was lifting you back up– completely contradicting the mean way he’d treated you a few seconds before– another set of footsteps echoed through the house. Less than a minute later, your third roommate stood sweating and out of breath in the doorway. The three of you were unashamed, uncaring that you’d been using Changbin’s bed without him there or without his permission. He watched Chan lift and settle you with your back to his chest while Jisung selfishly blocked the view of your cunt by quickly undressing, slipping off your panties, and gliding his cock between your used folds.

“I’ve talked about a foursome for how fucking long and you all decide to do it while I’m not even here?” Changbin exclaimed, strutting into his bedroom towards the desk and opening a drawer. “If you’re gonna go doubles, at least use some lube. Idiots,” he popped the lid of the bottle open and handed it to Chan.

“Binnie,” you dreamily called out, extending your hand towards him. Excited, he stood before you, letting you grab his shirt and pull him down for a kiss as well. He was already hard, the second he walked in on the scene all the blood rushed to his cock.

It was experimental for you, sort of new because you weren’t used to taking something in both holes at the same time. Sure, you’d tried anal before, but that was with a toy and with a partner who’d known what they were doing. Chan was kissing the back of your neck and whispering encouraging words in your ear while he dumped a generous amount of the liquid over his cock, using his fingers to pick some up and spread it around your hole. With Jisung toying with your clit and Changbin now pushing his shorts down, you were more than aroused.

But you were growing impatient, mewling as Chan pushed one finger in to test the waters and Changbin lazily stroking his cock before you. All of them were well endowed, Jisung perfectly hooked and Chan on the longer side. Changbin, however, was girthier than most, unsure how well you’d be able to take him in your mouth.

Jisung flicked your clit rather hard, making you arch into Chan’s hand and whimper again. “More,” you managed to say. The youngest looked to Chan over your shoulder, giving him a nod to enter first.

He went slow, gently letting you sink onto his cock inch by inch and get used to the feeling. The way he’d felt was nothing like your toys, hard but also fleshy and soft, much warmer than any piece of plastic. Your head fell back against his shoulder, biting your lip to keep from groaning at the unfamiliarity. Chan was holding back his own moans, the stretch burning for a few moments until you could completely relax. In the meantime, all you could hear were their sweet praises and the rushing of your blood in your ears. When you looked at Jisung, you gave him the okay to slide into you.

When he did, his head immediately fell back and eyes shut, but your jaw went slack. You felt so full as the youngest bottomed out, reaching out blindly for Changbin’s hand to pull him closer.

“Fuck— can barely move, she’s so tight,” Jisung mumbled through his teeth, fighting against the instinct to pound into you.

“I’d be okay with dying right now,” Chan joked to ease the tension, kissing your shoulder.

Changbin pumped himself in front of your face, hand petting through your hair, “I would’ve appreciated being invited to the party.”

Your body clenched at the thought of having your mouth stuffed as well, making Chan moan and hips stutter into you. “Jesus, I’ll blow if you do that again,” he gripped your waist tighter. “Me too, Bin. Found Jisung eating her out for lunch.”

The man standing looked down at you with a sweet smile, tugging his aching dick harder and tangling his fingers in your hair. “Really now? What were you doing here, little one?” The grip on your head pulled back harshly, making you clench again.

“Trying on this slutty lingerie I was telling you guys about,” Jisung answered for you, hand trailing up your belly to push the garment over your breasts and tweak your nipple. He twisted the nub, your brain hazing over with every passing second.

Changbin’s handle on your hair forced you to look at him, mouth still hanging open. When you stuck your tongue out, all his inhibitions went out the window. “Pretty little thing wants all her holes filled, hm? Why don’t you let our friends play with you for a bit, then you can taste.” Whimpering quietly, you nodded and reached a hand back to card through Chan’s hair. It encouraged him to move, gently pulling out before lazily pushing back in, breath hitching as the tight ring of muscles contracted around him.

Jisung followed, setting his pace opposite of the man under you. Wet sounds echoed throughout the bedroom, the only other noise falling from your mouths as the feeling of two cocks in you made your eyes glaze over. It was such a strangely wonderful experience, you didn’t know how good it would feel to be filled from both ends. You also didn’t realize how dirty of a mouth Changbin had.

He stared down at you condescendingly, eyes flittering between your fucked out face and lewd cunt. “Who knew our pretty princess could take two cocks so well. Wish you could see yourself, you look so filthy. Bet they’re hitting all the right spots, hm? Could probably feel Channie hyung’s dick rubbing against Jisungie, isn’t that right?” All spat at you while he swiped some of the lube dripping from your ass, using it to make the glide of his hand along his own cock easier. But he was right. As the two took turns pulling out and pushing into you, you could feel the undersides of their dicks scraping against one another. It made your head spin even more.

Through the immense pleasure you felt, you were able to breathe out, “want you, too.”

“Give the princess what she wants,” Jisung managed to say. His hands ran up and down your thighs, eventually keeping you spread open by hooking his arms under the crooks of your knees.

“You want my cock? Want your mouth stuffed, too, little one?” Changbin cooed just before he shoved his thumb into your mouth. You hummed around his digit, trying your hardest to focus on him through the heat rising in your gut.

The weight of his thumb on your tongue was enough to make your walls pulse around the two men, both moaning out as you did.

Chan’s arms snaked tighter around your midsection. “Fuck, fuck, fuck— I’m gonna cum.” He used his last few thrusts to hammer up into you, pulling out and letting his cock smack against the inside of your leg as he released all over your stomach with a long sigh. Jisung stilled in your cunt, seeing you covered in cum being a deep rooted fantasy that he’d never thought he’d get to see.

The older continued to let out spurts of his seed, thick and hot against your skin as your hands soothingly rubbed over his. “So good. So, so good for me,” he whispered into your ear, just loud enough for only you to hear. His praises were like music, arousal electrifying your body.

“Already, hyung?” Changbin joked to the older.

“You feel her back here and see how long you last.”

You watched his cum drip off the sides of your body, unaware of how intently you were staring at it.

“I think our pretty little princess likes being messy,” Changbin teased. His voice broke your attention away from the sticky white fluid, making you look up at him with your bottom lip between your teeth.

Jisung’s balls tightened at the sight of you, eyes blown wide and looking up at his older, much more attractive friend like he’d hung the stars. Despite being the one balls deep inside you, he was jealous. So with your attention on Changbin, he started to pound into you, skin slapping skin. You instantly snapped your head at him, seeing his eyebrows furrowing together as his eyes stared into your own. Leaning over you to the side Chan wasn’t on, he whispered, “I don’t like sharing.” You cried out when you felt a pair of fingers rub against your clit.

Just as quickly as you’d found yourself in this position, you felt Jisung pulling out and yanking you off of Chan. He flipped you on your stomach, pulling you up so you were on all fours. The older chuckled, scooting out of the way so that Changbin could take his place in front of you. Before you could even think about sucking him off, Jisung entered you again, using the fatty flesh of your ass as leverage to slam you into him again and again.

Your mouth dropped, eyes shutting as tears stung behind your waterline. The man in front of you brushed your hair back, creating a makeshift ponytail with his hand as he guided your head down and onto his cock. You moaned louder into him, making Changbin shiver.

Almost unable to concentrate with the way Jisung continually abused your cunt, Chan helped you out by gathering his cum from your stomach with two fingers and bringing it to your mouth. Popping off Changbin’s cock for a second, you took his fingers in with a sigh, tasting the bitter-salty liquid. As soon as he pulled away, you were back on Changbin, tasting both his cock and Chan’s cum.

“How’s it taste?” Chan chuckled, smearing his saliva covered fingers over your cheeks. All you could do was moan, in return making Changbin do so as well.

You used your hand to pump whatever was left of Changbin’s cock that couldn't fit in your mouth, swirling your tongue and pressing harder into the ridge where the head met the length. “What the fu—“

Changbin couldn’t finish his sentence, too lost in the feeling of your warmth.

Jisung was unrelenting, fighting off his high every time you squeezed around him, enticing him to fill you with more cum. But he was buzzing, too much energy for his body for him to handle and making him thrust without taking a second to savor you and your velvety walls.

Your lips cupped around the tip of Changbin’s head, sucking him in as his stomach rapidly contracted. He used the grip on your hair to roughly push you back down, tip hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. Typically, you hated the guys that would push your head. But with how nasty the things he was saying to you earlier were, you couldn’t find it in you to care. You just wanted to make him cum.

So you let him abuse your throat, sure that it’ll be sore tomorrow. But you moaned as Jisung reached around to toy with your clit again, vibrating the entire length of Changbin’s dick. He used your hair to lift and slam your head onto him until eventually holding you completely still so he could buck up and fuck your throat. He was rough like this for a few more seconds before he dropped his hips and pushed your head down onto him, holding your nose to his pelvis as he shot his load down your throat. You hummed around him as he came, guttural groans falling from his lips.

Chan laughed, teasing Changbin about coming too quickly as well. You attempted to swallow with his cock still in your mouth, pulling a few overstimulated whimpers out of him until he tugged you off by your hair again.

With his cum dribbling from the corners of your mouth, Changbin pulled you in for a nasty kiss, bouncing against his lips as Jisung still searched for that satisfying high he craved.

Sure, he could’ve blown by now. But he’d been pining after you for so long and he felt like he was running on pure adrenaline. If he were to cum now, he’d be wasting so much potential. So he kept fucking into you, pulling your hips into him so hard that you were sure there would be bruises on your ass from where his hip bones hit.

Chan and Changbin sat back and enjoyed the show, loving how dumb and sloppy you were now that you were drenched in their seed. The third boy was loving it just as much, thriving off his name falling from your lips like it was all you could think of.

To be fair, it was. Jisung has been the focal point of your sexual desires all day, starting from that incident at the store. How hungrily he watched you, then caught you in another boy’s room wearing the sluttiest thing you owned. And those tiny fucking shorts— there was no way you could conjure up a single thought that wasn’t Jisung, Jisung, Jisung.

The two older roommates continued to call you the lewdest things, “cum princess,” “pocket rocket,” “fuck toy,” “cum dumpster.” Jisung almost forgot that they were even there, entranced by how he would disappear into your swollen pussy.

He was close now, as were you. Your walls pulsed and fluttered and almost sucked him in as the heat rising your stomach burned so painfully good. Jisung took your hair from Changbin, who was playing with it mockingly. He yanked you up, pressing your back to his chest. The change of angle made you whimper, tears steadily streaming down your face as his other hand made its way around your cum covered torso. “This is the last time I’m sharing you. Enjoy seeing them in the post nut glow you caused. You’re mine now,” he growled in your ear.

The possessiveness unexpectedly made you shudder, eyes rolling back without a single thought other than to cum.

“Look at that. Finally broke you,” Jisung laughed, shoving your upper body back into Changbin and focusing on his release.

You didn’t need him to worry about you coming, his words did you in as you slumped into your roommate. Vision going white, holding onto Changbin’s biceps so hard that you left crescent shaped marks into his skin, your orgasm took over your body. Heat suffocated your skin as your ankles locked into Jisung’s legs, the shivering of your pussy pushing him over the edge as well.

He delivered a few more deep, hard thrusts, making sure to milk himself and give you everything he had.

It took you a few minutes to catch your breath, head still dizzy but light as air. Chan and Changbin smiled down at you fondly, stroking your hair and giving you nonstop praises whereas Jisung stayed rock hard and lodged inside your cunt, unable to pull away from the warm and slick hole.

Eventually, he managed to get himself together, stealing you away from the two to bring you into an embrace. He kissed the top of your head while your roommates ran off to get things to clean you up.

“Are you okay?” Jisung whispered, wiping the sweat from your forehead with the back of his hand. All you could do was nod and nuzzle tighter into his arms. “I meant it. I really, really don’t like sharing.”

Your eyes threatened to shut, “no more kissing Chan.”

He laughed, “okay. No more kissing Chan.”

Sleep was so close to taking over you, but still, you felt yourself being lifted and carried to a different place, gently being placed into what felt like clean sheets. For a minute, it was just you in the silence. But then you heard shuffling in the distance, voices speaking to one another until footsteps lightly trekked through the room again.

“Is it okay if I clean you up a bit?” Jisung’s voice asked quietly. Eyes still closed, you nodded, completely exhausted. You could hear him giggle, hands gently guided you onto your back and spreading your legs. He ran a warm, wet towel up your center, apologizing as you winced and continued to wipe down the rest of your body.

When you couldn’t feel him on you anymore, you opened your eyes groggily, searching for him. Jisung reappeared in the room not a moment later, silly smiling. You made grabby hands at him, wanting someone to hold on to. “Okay, okay. Cuddles,” he jumped into bed next to you, holding you as if you were made of glass.

You rolled onto your side, his chest against your back. But when you shifted your hips, you felt someone poking at the back of your thigh. Immediately, your eyes opened. “Jisung?”

“I had too much pre work out,” he said, slightly ashamed that he was still rock hard. But you flipped back over and deviously smiled, suddenly full of energy again.

“Oh god, don’t look at me like that,” he muttered. Before he could protest further, you leaned in to kiss him. The kiss started to become slightly more heated until he pulled away. “Can I come with you in the store next time?”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his request, nodding and connecting your lips again. It was going to be a long day.

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A/N: wasn’t really sure how i wanted to go about this buuut i enjoyed writing it!! not gonna lie, those pre work out drinks are fucking crazy. I had some to keep me up while studying for final exams...got lots of studying done..o_o

send me more requests! this was so fun and im more than happy to do them!!!

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Help me out (pt.1)

Pairing - Lee Felix x Fem! Reader

Genre - Smut , Fluff

word count - 2,7k

Warnings - mature content ahead! Dom/Sub themes, thigh riding, grinding, hot make out session, voice kink, unprotected sex (stay safe y'all), slight humiliation, Felix switches from soft to hard dom pretty quickly.

A/n - It’s not new that Felix is my biggest turn on. also, I hope you will enjoy this as much as I did.. hope it’s not shitty either :’)

Part 2 ➾ here

“come on, Y/n.. you know you want it” Felix’s deep voice sent shivers down your spine and straight to your core, Although the situation is not quite as it seems to be.

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“Babe, you can have a drink with us. Would definitely help you loosen up a little bit.” You hate it. You absolutely despise it whenever he calls you that. Because – it confuses you.

SYNOPSIS: Between university stress and additional shifts at your job, there’s one more factor that’s getting on your nerves the most – Han Jisung, your obnoxiously loud, absolutely lazy and annoyingly attractive roommate.

🦋 GENRE: smut, fluff; nonidol!au, roommates!au

🫧 WORD COUNT: 6.4K

🍥 CONTENT INFO: jisung x afab!reader, a bit of chan x afab!reader (I can’t help it); enemy!jisung, roommate!jisung, 3Racha is a friend group that produces music in their free time, basically jisung is an annoying roommate, mutual pining

🌸 CONTENT WARNING: jealousy, jisung is mean to reader, alcohol comsumption

🎆 SMUT WARNING: softdom!jisung, sub!reader; masturbation (f), accidental exhibitionism (getting caught lol), fingering, oral (f receiving), piv, unprotected sex (pls don’t be stupid), marking, praise, dumbification, name calling (babygirl, angel, good girl, slut)

💓 AUTHOR’S NOTE: OBVIOUSLY there’s no 1k followers special without the one and only han jisung ?? PLUS two of my absolute cliché tropes combined et voilà bon appetit that’s what you get <3 SO THANK YOU SO MUCH 💕 I still can’t believe I’ve reached this milestone but thank you for all the support over these past months; as always apologising for the repetition of the first paragraph :,)

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“For fuck’s sake, Jisung!” You shout, screaming for your roommate but apparently he isn’t here at the moment or at least the absence of an answer tells you that. “Why can’t he clean up his stuff for once?!”

You leave the kitchen, searching for a dustpan and a broom, trying to get rid of the mess he’s left. The corridor is empty, the bathroom door slightly open, making it easier to get the utilities you are looking for. When the chaos is gone, you decide to drop down on the big cozy couch in the living room, aware that your Friday afternoon could deserve some comfort.

You leave the kitchen, searching for a dustpan and a broom, trying to get rid of the mess he’s left. The corridor is empty, the bathroom door slightly open, making it easier to get the utilities you are looking for. When the chaos is gone, you decide to drop down on the big cozy couch in the living room, aware that your Friday afternoon could deserve some comfort.

You leave the kitchen, searching for a dustpan and a broom, trying to get rid of the mess he’s left. The corridor is empty, the bathroom door slightly open, making it easier to get the utilities you are looking for. When the chaos is gone, you decide to drop down on the big cozy couch in the living room, aware that your Friday afternoon could deserve some comfort.

But none other than your target from a few minutes ago is sitting there, manspreading and crunching on some tortilla crisps, a can of energy drink in one hand and his phone in the other while some ridiculous show on Netflix plays in the distance. He lets out a loud and annoying laugh, not even noticing you’ve entered his space, well, it’s both your apartment but he sometimes makes it seem as if the living room is his own territory.

“Han Jisung,” you begin, trying to get him focused on you, your voice now increasing in volume as you try your best to assert some dominance, “why on earth do you destroy a glass in the kitchen and not clean up the mess?! Someone could get hurt, you idiot.”

He visibly rolls his eyes, a loud scoff leaving his mouth, as he sinks deeper down on the sofa. “Chill, I would have cleaned it later, don’t make such a fuss about it, calm down.”

“Of course, I’m complaining, Jisung, that’s not the first time something like this has happened,” you interfere, leaning against the door frame, whilst your arms are crossed in front of your chest. Your roommate finds it mostly pathetic, he doesn’t take you seriously, not in a hundred years. Sometimes he wonders if the student union cut off their logical thinking when they’ve paired up the two of you in one dorm apartment.

“Y/N, you’re so stuck up, you really must be fun at parties,” he bickers to which you just roll your eyes in annoyance, exactly like he did earlier. “Speaking of,” he begins again, “my friends will be coming over tonight, the apartment will be a bit crowded so I’ll suggest you go to the library. That was probably your plan for a Friday night anyway, right?”

Your jaw drops at his boldness – where the fuck does he get the audacity from?!

“This is both our apartment, you can’t just invite people and tell me to piss off.”

He takes the last sip of his energy drink, downing the rest of the sugary liquid, until the metal lands on the couch table with a loud thud. “Babe, I would have invited you as well but let’s be real, you would have declined anyway. Of course, you can have a drink with us. Would definitely help you loosen up a little bit.”

You hate it. You absolutely despise it whenever he calls you that. Because – it confuses you. But that’s a topic for another time. Right now you are exasperated because of none other than Han Jisung. This guy is definitely setting your last teeth on edge, shattering your nerves into a thousand pieces just like he did with the glass earlier.

You hate him. You detest him. You absolutely do.

So you slam the door close behind you, once you’ve left the living room. Jisung chuckles in the distance, inaudible for you to catch his noises.

♡

What’s the most aggravating part of all of this is the fact your stupid roommate was right. Going to the library was your actual plan for tonight, knowing the campus won’t be crowded at this time. 

You’ve been skimming through some pages you have to read, working on a few statistics exercises, calculator in one hand, pencil in the other, all while your iced coffee is waiting for you to take a break, keeping you awake to get stuff done. 

But it’s worthless. Your emotions are controlling your mind. It takes you more than fifteen minutes to get through a single paragraph, since you forget what it’s about merely seconds after you’ve read it. Checking the time, you realise it’s almost past midnight and counting everything together, you decide to leisurely leave the building. It’ll take you some minutes to get to the apartment anyway, hopefully most guests will already be gone by then.

Spoiler: most guests are still there, contrary to your patience, when the first person almost accidentally spills their beer all over your books that you’re holding in your hands. Making a straight line, you sprint to your room, just to realise you’ve forgotten to lock it. After getting rid of the couple currently groping each other’s bodies on your bed, you shut the door behind you and sink down onto the soft cushion.

Changing into some more comfortable clothes that still look somewhat decent for possibly approaching guests in the kitchen, you leave the room again to get a cold glass of water. This will probably do. Hopefully. Ease your mind, calm you down, whatever.

Even though you’ve spent some hours doing those math exercises earlier, you’re still not good at calculating and predicting when it comes to social situations. The kitchen is occupied by none other than your roommate, busy pressing some random girl against your kitchen counter. Yes, your kitchen counter. The one you make breakfast, lunch and dinner on.

“Thanks for ruining the mood,” he says after disconnecting his lips from hers, his eyes now trailing down your body, judging the outfit you’re wearing. “You have a bedroom here, use it,” you counter, busy with getting the beverage of your choice. The girl is still awkwardly standing between him and the furniture, unsure what to do, until Jisung tells her, “Pretty, why don’t you wait in the living room for me? I won’t need long.”

Once she’s out of sight, he gets closer to you, annoyance spread all over his visage. “I thought you were going to the library?”

“I did. I’m back now. What’s the matter? Can’t I use the kitchen I’m paying rent for?” The cold water splashes into the glass you’ve just grabbed from the upper cabinet.

“Why do you always have to ruin stuff, huh? It’s not my fault you can’t find anyone to get you laid but stop invading my space,” he mutters.

What has gotten into him?!

You ignore his insult.

“Invade your space? I repeat, this is my apartment as well. It would have been no problem if you'd announced your event earlier, then I would have made some different plans as well.”

Unbelievable. Fucking unbelievable.

“God damn– you’re so stuck up, just shut the fuck up and go to your room or whatever, stop annoying me,” he uses the same phrases he always does when you for some reason upset him.

“This is not how you should speak to others, Jisung,” a male voice resounds behind you. One of your roommates friend’s stands there, you believe his name is Chan or something.

“Dude, it’s none of your business, okay?” Jisung says now, already making his way out of the kitchen, sensing the situation is useless.

“It’s alright, he’s always like this,” you tell Chan once the other one is gone. “Yeah, he can be annoying but he’s definitely crossed some lines here,” he says, getting a bit closer to you and your heartbeat starts increasing its pace but you soon realise he is just trying to get some more booze, located in the bottles behind you.

“How much of the conversation have you heard?” You ask him.

“Most of it, sorry, I didn’t want to spy on you, just searching for more beer. Speaking of– do you want some? And, oh, sorry, hello first, I didn’t realise you were here as well,” Chan rambles.

“Of course Jisung said I would go to the library, I knew it,” you murmur mostly to yourself. A hissing sound echoes through the room, once Chan opens a beer bottle with a lighter he’s had stored in his jeans pockets. “No, he didn’t say that. I just haven’t seen you until now, that’s all.” You do feel a bit dumb now. “Beer?” He asks again.

You take the bottle in your hands, as your fingers slightly brush his and it’s almost embarrassing that the slightest touch almost makes your head spin.

Get yourself together, Y/N. You definitely have to get laid, Jisung was in fact right about that. Yes, Jisung. That annoying brat. 

But it’s for sure only the fact you haven’t had sex in a long time, as your studies and work merely allow you even a second of free time. It’s for sure just that, not the tension between you and your roommate – the way he always walks around the apartment when he gets back from the gym, the way he was grinding against that girl earlier, the way he always calls you by those pet names to get a reaction out of–

“You good?” Chan asks, severely considering if something is going on.

“Yeah, sorry, just a long exhausting day,” you half-lie. It is true, mostly. 

“That’s okay, you’re here now to relax, hm?” He tells you, as he positions the underside of his forearm on the countertop, making it a bit easier to scoot closer to you and tilt his head.

“Y-Yeah,” is all you’re able to let out. It is pathetic how those simple gestures make you question your sanity. “You deserve it, you work and study a lot. You deserve some rest and a good time.”

Yep. He is definitely trying to hit on you but that’s alright. It would have been cheesy, almost clingy if any other guy did that but since you know Chan on a somewhat acquaintance-level, it’s okay he is so straightforward. 

What you don’t know is, he’s not here to simply get his hands between your legs for a night, he’s a gentleman, planning to take his time with you. He’s found you interesting for some time now, but has never had the courage to approach you. Well, how would it have been possible, anyway? Whenever he’s at your place, Changbin and Jisung are there as well, working on some songs. And he’s still so unsure if the latter really hates you, as he always states, or if it’s just some twisted behaviour to hide that he likes you.

And Chan is respectful, always has been. So he won’t get any closer with you, he will have you waiting, wondering if you will take the chance once he’s got your roommate’s permission.

♡

You wake up earlier than you would have liked, but there’s no way that you can stay in your deep slumber when the doorbell shrills through the whole apartment without a sign of stopping.

Of course, it’s none other than Jisung who went out some minutes ago and forgot his keys, like he always does. By now you believe it’s on purpose, as if he’s trying to get a reaction out of you, trying to destroy your one morning of rest, your few hours without any responsibilities or duties.

But today you ignore it, you simply let him in and disappear behind your door again before you sink down on your desk chair. After all, you’re still upset about the way he spoke to you yesterday.

Since you’re too wide awake to fall asleep again, you decide to get some work done so you’ll be able to meet up with your best friend in the evening.

The day goes by faster than you would have thought and some hours later you find yourself in front of your mirror, getting ready for tonight. Chaeryeong and you have planned to go to this new alternative club downtown, since you’ve seen the ad on Instagram.

You’re ready to leave, purse already hanging on your shoulder as the last touch up, putting on that dark red lipstick, still needs to be finished, before you enter the corridor to put on your shoes. Jisung is busy running around the house, bringing snacks and alcohol from the kitchen to the living room. You remember now he’s invited Changbin and Chan, wanting to work on some of their stupid songs.

On one hand you’re glad you won’t be at home tonight – the three of them can get annoyingly loud when their rap music and booze is involved – but on the other hand you’re missing out on your chance to see Chan again. You could have sworn there were some sparks between the both of you as he was talking to you, still, you’re left unsure he didn’t do much more than flirt with you.

But that’s none of your problem now, you’re going out with your best friend tonight, you should focus on that and not on any boy problems. 

“Where are you going?” Jisung asks you out of the blue, as he halts in place once he witnesses your outfit – a tight black dress having troubles to keep your boobs in place paired with stockings.

“Out,” you say, trying to avoid his gaze so he doesn’t make fun of you. He’s never seen you in clothing like this and you can already sense his rude comments.

“With who?” He questions further. God damn, why is he out of a sudden so interested in your life?

“Chaeryeong.”

He clears his throat and feels relieved for a second, when he finds out you’re not going on a date and will just spend an evening with your friend. Until he gets reminded of your outfit again, so he asks more, “Where are you going exactly?”

You sigh under your breath, trying to tie the laces of your boots. “Some club– Why does it matter tho? It’s none of your business. Besides, shouldn’t you get the apartment ready for your own friends?”

He nods at your question, even though you aren’t even looking at him. Jisung decides to just brush it off and get back to his current tasks.

Approximately an hour later you find yourself inside the new club, the first drink already in your hand. The bass is creeping into your skull, echoing through your ears, synchronising with your heartbeat. Chaeryeong drags you to the dance floor, almost spilling her drink in the process but you don’t complain.

So, there’s good and bad news about this club. The good thing is, the alcohol isn’t expensive and they actually pour some good amount in those cocktails. The bad thing is, well, the music sucks. It’s awful. They advertised this place as an alternative venue, meaning, you would have expected them to play some indie music, maybe some metal or hardcore, hell, even pop-rock music would be alright.

But it’s far from that and you can’t lie, it’s boring and Chaeryeong agrees with you on this. In addition to that, your best friend has told you from the start it won’t be a long night for her. You’re not mad at her, she’s allowed to go home early but you’ve waited for this evening some time now, cancelling wasn’t an option either.

Some hours later, the booze reigns over your body, making it easier to listen to these songs and out of a sudden you chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” Chaeryoung asks or rather screams through the club. 

“I just realised that this music is even worse than some of the songs my roommate has produced with his friends.”

You can’t help it, yes, you’re here for a night out which was supposed to get your mind off of him, but this annoying guy always finds his way inside your head.

“Jisung? I thought you were finally over him,” she scoffs.

You don’t know what has gotten into you, maybe the amount of those stupidly cheap vodka slush ice drinks they sell here, but what you say next surprises both you and your best friend, “To be honest, I’d rather be under him.”

Chaeryoung bursts out into laughter, trying to balance her body by placing a hand on your shoulder, as she sinks down from giggling. 

“What are you waiting for?”

You scoff at her bluntness, not believing she’s so straightforward. “He doesn’t like me…” Your stomach does a weird turn and you’re unsure if it’s from the vodka or your pent up emotions.

“Ugh, as if. I bet he’s just being mean to you because, plot twist, he likes you.”

Ignoring her assumptions you continue dancing, trying to focus on those awful sounds, until she grabs your wrist, “Y/N, besides that, I’m already tired and not as shit-faced as you are,” rude but she is correct, “so I should bring you home and go to sleep, is that alright?“

You nod, since nothing really is holding you at this venue anyway, your ears will be thankful once those noises dissolve. 

♡

The drive home and a little nap on Chaeryeong’s shoulder helps you sober up a bit, luckily, you’ve bought some water on your way and by the time you enter your apartment, after saying goodbye to your best friend, the plastic bottle is completely empty.

To your surprise, since it’s already past 2:30 AM, there are still sounds coming from the living room, the door slightly ajar, so in your half-tipsy state you decide to get inside to greet your roommate and his friends.

“Hey guys,” you say. The three are slightly surprised, usually you don't really talk to them, rather spending time alone in your room whilst trying to ignore their loud music.

“How was your night?” Chan is the first one to speak, trying to carry the conversation and, of course, he likes talking to you. “The club was shit but we still had fun, thank you. But I guess I’m gonna go to sleep now, I’m tired. Just wanted to say hi.”

The boys look at you with empathy, all of them trying their best to focus on anything else than your tight outfit since the dress has ridden up a bit, showing off most of your thighs.

“We’re trying not to be too loud,” Jisung interferes now, all friendly and it’s confusing you. A lot. But you’re too exhausted to care. “Don’t worry, Ji. Have fun,” you reassure him and you blame it on the bit of alcohol that’s still swimming in your veins when you wink at him and wave goodbye, your eyes fixated on your roommate, his face blushing like a tomato.

♡

“Ji, what I wanted to ask you,” Chan begins once you disappeared to your room and Changbin went to the bathroom, “is there something going on between you and, you know, Y/N?”

“No, why would you think that?” Jisung brushes it off. 

Sure, he’s a bit tipsy and hasn’t been able to focus on anything else than the fact you went out in that dress and that there’s a possibility some guy could have taken you home. Fortunately, this didn’t happen but he’s still distracted.

“I-I don’t know, maybe the way you’re teasing her and all, thought you might like her,” Chan explains, taking a sip from his drink.

Shit. He’s noticed, Jisung thinks to himself. Was it really that obvious?

“Yeah and what if? She doesn’t like me back anyway. I’m too annoying for her and she’s not into someone like me. You and her would probably make a better couple,” he sighs, eyes fixated on his fingers fidgeting out of nervousness, as he’s trying to calm down.

“Bro, listen,” Chan starts again, laying his hand on his friend’s shoulder, “my initial request was to get your permission to ask her on a date but now that I’m thinking about it, it would be better if you asked her.”

Jisung’s head snaps up, searching for help since he’s definitely been caught and now there’s no escaping anymore. He’s never been good at lying and hiding, especially when it comes to Chan. But he still decides to try, “Why?! What, why would I do that?” 

“You’ve just admitted it, Ji. You like her,” the elder teases him.

“Just shut the fuck up,” Jisung scoffs.

“Watch your manners.”

♡

When you grab your phone from inside your purse, wanting to charge it overnight, your device gets connected to the Wi-Fi just now and you come to the realization you must have put it into flight mode while in the club, probably Chaeryeong’s idea to keep you away from drunk texting.

Then an ongoing buzzing sound fills your room, as the phone gets bombarded with notifications, some of them just memes friends have tagged you in but four of them coming from none other than your roommate.

Jisung (10:02 PM) : how is it going? Sorry if I was being weird earlier. Chan and Changbin are coming over later but we will try to tone it down in case we’re still up when you get back.

Since when does he apologise? Especially for something he’s done. Usually, your roommate blames everything on you, even his own faults.

Jisung (11:56 PM) : Are you okay? Maybe it’s my phone glitching but somehow my message haven’t reached you

Why on earth would he double text you?

Jisung (1:55 AM): please text or call me if something is going on or if someone is acting sketchy, I will pick you up, just tell me ok? I’ve had some alcohol but I can just get a taxi or something 

A third message?! He hasn’t interacted that much in the last two weeks combined and now he has even offered to rescue you from possible danger?

Jisung (2:17 AM): Y/N, please just tell me you’re alright, I’m worried. I called Chaeryeong as well but I guess she didn’t hear it. Please stay safe, okay?

Once you’ve finished reading his last text, your eyes give up and you fall into a deep slumber.

♡

You wake up with the worst headache you’ve had in a while. It seems as if your pulse is echoing inside your skull, you can feel your blood rush through your veins and shivers run down your spine, whenever you try to get up. Exactly fifteen minutes later you’ve managed to crawl out of your bed, still trying to remember how you got home yesterday.

You brush those riddles off, deciding to take a hot shower first because this has always helped you. On today’s breakfast or rather lunch menu are instant ramen and gallons of orange juice, hoping the vitamin c will help your body come alive again.

Once you feel a bit fresher and wait for the water to boil, you scroll through your phone for the first time today. When you read Chaeryeong’s messages it all makes sense again and some tiny bits and pieces of yesterday help you gain back your memories. 

Shit. Yes. Those texts from Jisung. You’ve almost forgotten about them and now they’re back in your mind again. For fuck’s sake. You were trying to get over him. Does he find all of this funny? Acting as if he cares about you?

But you can’t help it, you try your best but he’s already possessing your thoughts again and after you’ve finished your five star michelin meal, you decide to get back to your room. Jisung must have left the house some time ago, his bedroom door is open and the shoes he usually wears aren’t in front of the apartment’s entrance. 

For once and for all you get some rest to yourself. You need it, you really do.

But, unfortunately, with all these messages he’s sent you still lingering on your mind and the fact that this stupid image from two days ago when he was kissing that girl hasn’t left you up until now, makes it way harder to focus on anything else than him.

And sooner than you’re able to realise, you find yourself laying on your bed, legs spread and one of your hands creeping inside your pyjama shorts.

It’s embarrassing to admit that this is not the first time that you’re thinking of your roommate while pleasuring yourself, it’s embarrassing to admit that this has happened before and it’s even more embarrassing to admit that you’ve soaked through the silk fabric just because you’ve thought about him for a second.

Smearing your liquids all over your folds, you close your eyes to fully get lost in this moment – swearing this will be the last time this is happening, just like you did the time before.

Two fingers instantly find their way inside, filling you but not enough for your liking, so you decide to think of Jisung’s fingers instead and how they would feel touching your walls, all whilst his name slips out of your mouth on accident, your other hand coming to rub your clit, the built up is getting more and more intense, squelching sound echoing through the room–

“Look what we’ve got here.”

Oh, no.

Oh, no no no no no.

It can’t be.

He went outside. Why is he here? What is he doing? Why is he in your bedroom?

“Babe, you could have just told me that you need some help,” Jisung adds, as he painfully slowly approaches you.

In an instant, you grab your blanket to cover yourself just to realise your fingers are absolutely drenched after pulling them out, coated in your precum. Unsure if you should, embarrassingly enough, just grab a tissue to clean them, you realise it’s too late anyway. He’s caught you. Jisung has caught you touching yourself while you moaned out his name.

So you reach for the paper located inside your nightstand table, until Jisung stops you by grabbing you by your wrist.

“Nah, we don’t want to waste anything, do we?” He asks rhetorically before his tongue starts circling your digits, tingling your skin as he takes them all in, sucking them clean before he pulls them out again with a loud ‘plop’.

“You taste so good, just how I’ve imagined,” Jisung admits, his half-lidded eyes burning right into your skull with the utmost amount of lust. It’s captivating, he could hypnotise you just by his stare.

“You’ve imagined?” You dare speak now, your voice so quiet you could be able to hear a pin drop onto the carpet.

“It surprises me you’re realising all this just now, sweetheart,” he says, all whilst his hand slowly but tenderly wanders up your thighs, those thighs that have crossed his mind at least seven times today, especially after witnessing your figure enveloped in this tiny dark fabric yesterday.

“What about those messages last night?” You ask. Jisung wants to get going, mark you as his, make you go absolutely mindless but your ongoing talks traverse his plans.

The image of you laying on your bed, legs sprawled just for him even though he shouldn’t have seen it, pussy lips being spread by your fingers, wishing they were his – the fact he’s just watched all of this a barely a few minutes ago and haven’t cum in his pants from this sight yet, even though he was crucially near, gives him enough confidence.

“I was worried,” he continues. His skin lays on yours, fireworks shooting through your whole body at the sensation he leaves there. Jisung’s fingers travel further until they brush the hem of your pyjama shorts.

“I was a bit jealous of course,” he says, ”imagining you’re grinding your pretty ass against some stranger.” The pants are pushed aside and you curse yourself for not wearing anything underneath.

“Fuck– you’re soaked, babygirl,” he speaks, mostly to himself, as his digits graze over your heat. He takes his time with you, trying to rile you up some more even though you’re practically already under his spell.

This is all you have been waiting for, it has been weeks and months of pent up sexual frustration, partly caused by your stress but mainly caused by Jisung and his teasing, Jisung and his name calling, Jisung and his perfect arms, Jisung and–

“Fuck–“ you cry out, once he finally slides one of his fingers inside without any effort, as your juices are still dripping out of you from arousal. Expertly, his thumb draws circles onto your sensitive clit, whilst he adds another digit, pulling it in and out again.

His eyes stay focused on your already fucked out visage and he feels triumph ruling over his own body, making him wanton in his acts and needs. The moans escaping your lips are crawling into his ears and he swears it’s the prettiest melody he’s ever listened to. So, Jisung takes a mental note to record your voice some other time.

The built up feeling gets intense and you sense the rope tighten into a knot in your lower stomach, that’s why you can’t help but fall back a bit, still capable of landing and balancing yourself on your elbows.

“Hm, how does it feel, angel? Does this feel good?” He asks, whilst curling his fingers so he’s brushing that spot inside you. Oh, he knows what he’s doing.

“I’ve asked you something. Speak when you're spoken to,” he orders, suddenly decreasing his pace.

“Ji– just keep going and stop talking,” you counter, trying to not fully give in yet.

“Nah, do you really think you’re the one in charge here, huh?” You enjoy the teasing going back and forth like a game of ping pong. Still, you prefer his softer nature a bit more, since those thoughts about the messages are still occupying your mind.

“Is this how you treat your girl, when she asks for something?” You prop up yourself a bit, spreading your legs wider in order to seduce him more even though you’ve got him right under your spell by now too. You’ve had him from the beginning, he simply hasn’t shown it up until now.

“Fuck,” he curses, now destined to cater you to your every whim. He’s wondering if those texts came off weird but once he gets reminded how he’s found you here – helpless and eager for only him – he gains back his confidence.

That’s why he scoots even closer, until his nose touches yours all so softly.

That’s why he kisses you for the first time and it’s so different and much better than anyone you’ve kissed before. His mouth feels as if it fits perfectly with yours, as if he was made for you and you were made for him. It doesn’t take long for the movements to get rougher, increase in passion and it’s all you’ve ever longed for.

That’s why his head ends up between your thighs some minutes later, his lips busy with placing soft kisses on them, switching in their roughness since his plan is to create his personal signature right there. By now, you’re both completely naked and you are constantly trapped between shutting your eyes close in satisfaction and trying to keep them open to admire his body.

His fingers are still buried deep inside you, continuing with a moderate pace but his thumb has been replaced by the tip of his tongue, tingling your clit and instantly shooting that pleasurable feeling throughout your lower stomach. The knot gets tighter and tighter, your legs are starting to shake when he picks up the pace, mercilessly thrusting his fingers into your squelching walls.

“So good, such a good girl,” he breathes against your wetness, just a few seconds before you come undone, completely coating his tongue, chin and fingers in your liquids, but when you hear him let out a moan, you know he’s enjoying it too.

Once Jisung has made sure you’re ready for more and has gotten rid of all the clothing that were still covering your bodies, he positions himself on top of you, as his gaze finds your own again. And you’re desperate. You’re desperate for more and tired of waiting. It’s as if all of the things that have ever happened between you are instantly forgotten, in the blink of an eye.

Still, you want to make sure he’s not playing with you, that he’s not taking advantage.

“Ji–“ you begin but your words are cut off in your throat.

“Yeah, what is it? Are you okay? Want me to stop?” His softer side is present in the room again and it’s the same Jisung that asked you yesterday if everything was alright, the same Jisung that cares for you, making your doubts fade away.

“N-No, it’s just– I don’t want this to be a one time thing,” you admit, your eyes trying to avoid his gaze but he brings two fingers under your chin, correcting your head’s posture so you’re looking at him again.

Then he chuckles, “Angel, I think we’ve crossed that line already, haven’t we?”

He confuses you, well, the whole situation steals your ability to think straight. The way he’s towering over you, keeping your face in place, so near that you can hear him breathe – it’s just too much for you to gather a single logical thought.

“What do you mean? Because you’ve kissed me?” You ask, still wondering what he’s referring to.

“No, Y/N, because I like you and I care about you. I’m just not confident enough to tell you, that’s why I’ve been teasing you,” he confesses now.

You're relieved, deeply relieved. Not only about the fact he likes you back but also about the way he words his feelings – so honest, respectful and for once without teasing you, letting you know he really means it.

“I l-like you too, Jisung,” you admit. A bright smile decorates his face and you giggle at how shy he looks.

Until his demeanour switches again and he’s back to where he was a minute ago.

“So, sweetheart, I would love nothing more than to fuck you, if you allow me to,” he whispers, a wink following.

“Ji– you’re such a romantic.”

In an instant, he teases your entrance by aligning the tip of his cock where you need him the most. Jisung takes his time with you, smearing the glistening precum over your folds. 

It’s indescribable, how it feels when he slides in for the first time, all while looking down at you with hooded eyes, before he asks, “You good, angel?”

Han Jisung, you will be the death of me.

“P-Perfect, please, keep going,” you tell him once you’ve adjusted to his size. He starts slow, knowing otherwise he won't be able to continue for long if he starts with a fast pace as well. After all, that’s all he’s been dreaming of since he’s got paired in this dorm apartment with you and it’s all he’s imagined all these nights alone in his room.

“F-Feels so good, Ji– you’re so good at this,” you compliment him. His lips come in contact with yours and you moan against him, when he hits that spot inside you, pounding into you at a satisfying speed by now.

“F-Fuck, say my name, just like that, baby, such a good slut for me,” Jisung orders and praises at once and you can’t help but crave more of him. It’s a moment of completeness and you wish time would stand still, allowing you to stay in it forever.

“Jisung– please,” is all you’re able to let out and every syllable that follows after turns into mindless babbling. He’s turned you into a moaning mess by now and the fact his fingers have traveled between your legs, brushing over your clit, doesn’t make it any easier.

His groaning fills the room, echoing through the apartment for the whole building to hear, but he doesn’t care. All he cares about is to make you crumble underneath him, help you reach that sweet relief again before he wants to mark you as yours in the most intimate way possible. 

Incomprehensible sounds leave your mouth, a pathetic attempt of speaking to him all while your brain is far gone, completely possessed by the sensation of his cock filling you to the brim. “Have I fucked my pretty baby dumb, huh?” Jisung asks, rather rhetorically.

A giggle escapes your lips, as your eyelids flutter shut at the pleasure he’s granting you and faster than you’re able to realise, your body is already preparing for your climax.

Of course, the man on top of you senses it without hesitation, “Look at you, you’re such a slut for my cock, would have never expected that.”

“Jisung, please–“ you cry out, begging for nothing in particular but he knows what you need right now.

That’s why he picks up his pace, thrusting sharply into you at a merciless speed, “Angel, who’s making you feel that good, hm? Keep your eyes open– I want you to look at me when you cum, so your brain will always remember who you belong to.”

To your surprise, you somehow still manage to follow suit, your gaze glued on his face, when your orgasm rushes through your whole body. Curses and a chain of Jisung’s name are slipping out of your mouth, as your whole body is shaking. You hear his praises in the distance, the repetition of calling you his good girl, as you let the feeling take over your body.

Whilst he is helping you ride out your high, you still allow him to rail you into oblivion, knowing he's close himself. Jisung has been withstanding it for so long, almost too long, but when you walls clench around his cock, he can’t help it and cums inside you, white spurts seeping into you, mixing together with your own liquids.

He collapses on top of you but still watches out in order not to hurt you, before he slowly pulls out, as the juices leak out of you. The mattress shifts, when he lays down next to you for a second.

When Jisung has made sure he’s breathing at a normal rate again, he wastes no time in cleaning you up, bringing you fresh clothes and tugging you under the covers while he joins you. 

“You’re not as annoying as I thought, you know?” You tell him, your fingers playing with his hair.

“No, I can be pretty annoying but now you finally know a way to shut me up, just in case,” he says.

Thesis: He likes you.

Thesis confirmed.

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pairing: chan x fem!reader genre: smut, fluff, roommates to lovers, soft!dom chan. content: 18+ minors dni. warnings below cut. word count: 4.3k

summary: your roommate is a very physically affectionate person, you’re not. after brushing him off over and over it takes him going on a successful date for you to realise maybe the thought of him touching someone else like he did you was worse than anything. clashing love languages, jealousy and mutual pining.

a/n: i hit 500 followers a few days ago so i just wanted to say how grateful i am for the support! i created this sideblog to share a spur of the moment attempt at writing [prompted by the taste performance] and i didn’t expect so much positivity. i definitely wouldn’t have given it another go and kept writing more otherwise so thank you so much for letting me know you liked it! hope you like this too!

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“I’ve got you right where I want you, angel,” Jisung says. He takes a few steps forward, getting closer to you until your body is caged between his and the cold wall. “Who would have thought I’d finally have you all to myself?”

SYNOPSIS: It’s finally time to celebrate your birthday and the atmosphere is beyond belief – until your best friend’s annoying little brother shows up, having one specific plan on his to-do list: you.

⚡️ GENRE: smut, fluff if you squint

🧶 WORD COUNT: 7.3k

🥃 CONTENT INFO: jisung x afab reader, nonidol!au, stoner!jisung, bestfriendsbrother, frenemies2lovers, bestfriend!changbin, jisung and changbin are brothers, reader is the same age as changbin, playing poker, reader is referred to as ‘girl’ a few times

🍁 WARNING: smoking weed, short mention of selling drugs, alcohol consumption

🔥 SMUT WARNING: dom!jisung, sub!reader, brattamer!jisung but he’s a tease himself too, brat!reader, technically sex under the influence but they’re practically sober again by the time, fingering, piv, unprotected sex (pls don’t be stupid), choking, spanking, marking, dacryphilia, kinda possessive jisung, praise, degrading, dumbification, name calling (babygirl, angel, brat, slut, good girl)

🌇 AUTHOR’S NOTE: happy birthday @ myself lol 🥳 so I thought about a gift for my readers instead and who would fit more to celebrate another year around the sun than han jisung aka the love of my life <3 anyway, I hope you’ll like this one and if you enjoy, please consider leaving a comment and/or reblogging this, it would mean a lot 🧡 thanks for all the support!!

The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Also minors do not interact, this post contains mature themes. By clicking on “read more” you consent to nsfw content.

The smell of burnt candles. The taste of the first bite of your birthday cake. The view of the led lights hanging on the wall. The noise of the bass spilling out of that speaker playing your favourite song. The feeling of the glass of champagne in your hand, still ice cold from its time sitting in the fridge, patiently waiting for midnight.

The smell of burnt candles. The taste of the first bite of your birthday cake. The view of the led lights hanging on the wall. The noise of the bass spilling out of that speaker playing your favourite song. The feeling of the glass of champagne in your hand, still ice cold from its time sitting in the fridge, patiently waiting for midnight.

The smell of burnt candles. The taste of the first bite of your birthday cake. The view of the led lights hanging on the wall. The noise of the bass spilling out of that speaker playing your favourite song. The feeling of the glass of champagne in your hand, still ice cold from its time sitting in the fridge, patiently waiting for midnight.

The smell of burnt candles. The taste of the first bite of your birthday cake. The view of the led lights hanging on the wall. The noise of the bass spilling out of that speaker playing your favourite song. The feeling of the glass of champagne in your hand, still ice cold from its time sitting in the fridge, patiently waiting for midnight.

The smell of burnt candles. The taste of the first bite of your birthday cake. The view of the led lights hanging on the wall. The noise of the bass spilling out of that speaker playing your favourite song. The feeling of the glass of champagne in your hand, still ice cold from its time sitting in the fridge, patiently waiting for midnight.

That’s all you feel right now. It’s fast. It’s slow. The world is spinning but you don’t mind.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” the voice right beside you finds their way into your ears. A smile erupts on your face, before you take another sip from that sparkling drink.

“This is for you, happy birthday, dear,” Changbin whispers almost inaudibly, one hand on your lower back the other one holding the present that’s for you.

“Thank you,” you reply before pulling him into a tight hug. “Not for that. It’s what best friends are for, right?”

You nod, a warm expression decorating your face now. It’s perfect – the whole scene. Your friends gathered together tonight, patiently waiting for the clock to strike midnight so they can wish you their best on your special day.

It’s all you could have asked for. The right amount of calmness blended with a sprinkle of disaster, considering Seungmin’s mixing skills. But you don’t mind, you feel safe, you feel at ease, you simply feel good.

Even though some hours have already passed since they all arrived, the night is still so young. Another empty bottle, another song to swing your hips to and another chance to get closer to the one you’ve been keeping tabs on since the beginning of the party.

His long dark hair lays majestically on his shoulders, as he keeps staring holes through the room. Apart from all the amazing presents you’ve already got from your friends, he would be the number one gift you’d like to unwrap. As if he’s able to read your mind, he takes a step towards your direction. The loud sounds of the music drown out any disturbing noises, whilst he gets closer to you.

In the blink of an eye his big hands catch your hips, spinning you around in an instant until your hips sway synchronised to his own. Your ass is pressed against his crotch and everything’s happening too fast. Over the whole night he hasn’t really paid any attention to you and now all of a sudden Hyunjin is all over you?

You try to push the second guesses away, letting yourself soak in every moment of the party.

Until the shrill sound of the door bell startles you.

Who’s that? You didn’t order anything. Who on earth would show up at this time?

Changbin heads to the door as he notices you’re busy with something or, correction, someone else. 

The annoying laugh quickly floods into your ears, footsteps getting closer to your living room until he stands there – hair disheveled, a backpack in one of his hands and a bottle of wine in the other. At least he remembered your favourite kind.

“Welcome – there’s no real party without Han Jisung, right?!”

His voice echoes through the room as his eyes hastily search for you, the centre of tonight’s attention.

“Happy birthday,” he says while getting closer. Hyunjin lets go of your hips but he doesn’t seem that sad about it. “Thank you,” you reply, taking the bottle of wine in your hand as he pulls you into a quick, rushed hug. “You’re late.”

“That is correct. I may be late, but I have an excuse. There was some important business stealing some time in my schedule,” he giggles to which you just roll your eyes in disbelief.

“What could someone like you be busy with? Sleeping, playing video games and watching hentai or whatever kind of porn you like?”

He scoffs, not under his breath but loud enough for you to hear, deciding to ignore your insult. “Sure. Be thankful I’ve even brought some stuff to your party. It’s a birthday deal for you, sweetheart. You won’t even have to pay for it but can thank me differently later if you want to.”

You hiss at him, telling him to watch the volume of his voice.

“Shut up. What if Changbin hears you?”

Jisung chuckles, getting a bit closer to you until he’s able to whisper into your ear.

“Oh, that’s the first thing coming to your little head? So my brother is the only one holding you back from letting my hand slip under your pretty black dress?”

“Just stop it already. I was busy with something else anyway before you decided to show up,” you explain, now searching with your eyes through the room for the boy who was dancing with you a few minutes ago.

“You’re still into Hyunjin? You know he’s head over heels in love with Laura, right?”

You know he’s right. But you’re also aware he’s telling you this to tease you, to be mean to you. So, you’re not going any deeper into the topic, deciding to switch what you’re talking about. Jisung looks at you with that annoying smirk of his, one eyebrow raised as he’s waiting for you to say something.

It’s only now when looking into Jisung’s eyes for the first time you notice that common glow colouring the supposed to be white parts in a shade of red. “Did you smoke before getting here?”

He scratches the back of his head, being caught off guard by your assumptions. “Yeah sorry, that’s actually what took me a little longer to come here.”

At least he’s honest now, finally. Even though it’s only half of the truth – he doesn’t tell you that you are the reason he decided to do so, he always gets nervous when you’re around. The tight and short outfit barely covering your ass doesn’t do any good to him either, so he hopes to ease his mind with the intoxication already flooding through his veins. Maybe a drink in addition will do.

“Y/N, ‘nother round of shots?” Yeji babbles, giving you the idea her own idea isn’t the best one. But you don’t care. You just want to get the thought of Hyunjin out of your mind.

♡

“Yeah, I’ve told you. Y/N and I used to make these funny YouTube vids but unfortunately we never got famous,” Changbin laughs, downing the rest of his drink.

“Maybe you weren’t successful because you were too funny,” Jisung bickers, holding the paper between his fingers as he evenly spreads his self called good stuff on it.

You watch each and every move he makes, not quite understanding why it’s so hypnotising to you – but when his tongue darts out, aiming for the thin material in his hands, licking the paper in order to secure everything, your breath hitches.

Y/N, what the fuck is going on? Get yourself together.

To your demise, Jisung catches you ogling him but fortunately just mistakes it for eagerness for the joint he’s preparing. In an instant, he decides to pat the free space on the carpet next to him a few times, offering to sit right next to him. And so you do.

Giving up your seat next to Hyunjin – let’s be real you decided to forget about him anyway – you sink down on the floor again.

“Look who’s decided to show up,” he says, searching for something in his jeans pocket. Once he’s found it, he places the joint behind his ear, opening a bottle of beer first the lighter. His eyes are glued on your nervous expression and he likes being a tease whenever he’s got the chance.

Especially now. Jisung knows and hates you only see him as your best friend’s little brother, struggling to get anything serious in life done because he’s overall just busy doing some stupid shit.

And the innocent image you try to constantly convince all of your friends of adds to the current situation’s tension. Sure, the both of you have smoked together before but one thing is different tonight – all the other times Changbin was closer to you than Jisung currently is. So this now feels like a private thing between you and him, even though everyone else is still in the room.

Besides that, Jisung knows damn well how rare and uncommon it is for you, making this all so much more alluring.

Once he’s finally decided to bring the lighter to the object everyone currently has their eyes on, he places the tip between his lips, lightening the other end while inhaling deeply. The smoke travels down until it lingers in his lungs and a few more seconds pass before he exhales again.

You must look like the most inexperienced and innocent person ever, admiring his actions and his beautiful face– wait WHAT?!

Y/N, fucking get yourself together. What’s going on?!

At least Jisung is so deeply absorbed in his current doing, he doesn’t notice you staring at him, blood rushing up your head.

He guides the bud to your hand, slightly brushing your fingertips in the process as he makes sure to keep his eyes glued to yours. Fireworks start shooting through your body from that slightest touch, almost letting you drop the burning object.

You place the joint between your parted lips, as he watches every move you make. Slowly, you take a deep drag from it and hold your breath for a few seconds, closing your eyes in the process. Inhaling once more, making sure to get the smoke deep into your lungs, you let out all the air again whilst soaking in every tiny piece of this moment.

When you look up, you notice Jisung still looking at you but his eyes have become so dark, you’re convinced a demon is staring right into your soul.

What you don't know is that it turns him on even more – someone like you finally deciding to lose some control, especially after Jisung has been the one to initiate it. You’re always so perfect and playing all innocent, especially in front of his brother and he’s had enough of it.

There has never been anything none-platonic between you and Changbin but the fact he gets to spend so much time with you, makes Jisung incomprehensibly furious. And after all these years you still mistake his behaviour as simple teasing – hopefully tonight will finally change it, he’s more than your best friend’s little brother.

So once the joint has found its way to him again, Jisung takes a drag, inhaling the smoke deeply until it crashes into his lungs as he already feels himself getting a little less tense.

In the meantime, you’re trying to get your mind off of Jisung. Well, at least you’re not hopelessly thinking about Hyunjin anymore, that's for sure but why on earth have you started simping for your best friend’s little brother instead?

You can’t help it – the way the joint enlightens in a glow at its end whenever he takes a deep puff from it, makes your knees turn into jelly – and you’re sure it’s definitely not from the few substances currently flooding through your veins.

You’ve always had a weak spot for Jisung smoking, no matter if we’re talking cigarettes or more. Normally, you find it anything but attractive but it's different with him. The chaotic evil part that adds to his persona as the forbidden fruit makes you lose your last piece of resistance.

♡

If it’s one thing – a clear taboo would be the combination of letters to describe the desires you’re experiencing tonight. The way he’s been darting holes inside your skull throughout the whole evening has left your brain absolutely dizzy. Still not from the weed, you barely sense any effect from it. His simple touch earlier, the fingertips grazing over your skin, goosebumps erupting in the process, still lingers on your body.

But you know one thing – you have to get out of here or else you’ll lose your mind, that is for sure. Clearly. 

Some hours have passed by and if you’re honest, you don’t really feel anything from the weed you’ve smoked. It either hasn’t been enough or Jisung has bought low quality shit again, maybe you should scold him for–

Shut the fuck up, brain.

Get him off of your mind.

The kitchen seems like the best option at this moment, the overflowing desires convince you to step into the room. Your hand finds the upper cabinets first, hastily searching for a fresh glass to immediately fill it with ice cold tap water. Hopefully, this will calm down your nerves.

The liquid hits your throat, runs down until it lands in your stomach, warming your whole body, and you smash the empty object on the counter with a loud thud. If you weren’t so occupied in your own thoughts, the noise would have startled you. 

But instead, a different sound makes your head snap to the other side of the kitchen.

“Are you trying to escape me?”

That fucking annoying voice again. 

“Ugh, you wish, Jisung,” you scoff back at him, refilling your glass with more water.

“Come on, you can stop playing around, sweetheart, I’ve noticed your glances.” The quicker you’re able to realise, he’s already standing right beside you. Turning around on your feet, you head towards the window until he’s behind you, pressing his body to yours.

“Jisung, stop dreaming, I know you’re just trying to get on my nerves with your behaviour,” you tell him now, trying to withstand that feeling of his hot breath lingering on your neck.

“You were the one thinking about my favourite porn category after all, so stop with playing all innocent already,” he chuckles, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear so he’s got better access to place a kiss on your skin right underneath – so soft and totally opposite to his demeanour.

"Don't let this get to your head– I know what you’re trying to do here, trying to annoy me just to make fun of me,” you tell him, closing your eyes in order to withstand the sensation of his body so close to yours.

“Well, if that's what you think, continue believing it,” he says before taking a few steps back and getting out of the kitchen, leaving you there with a heartbeat as loud as fireworks and as fast as the speed of light.

♡

“So, what are the rules again?” Jeongin asks, a confused look on his face.

“Since Changbin invented the game, maybe he should explain it. Right, hyung?” Jisung replies, slightly disinterested. Until you show up and sit across from him. This is his chance.

“It was your idea to play it, little brother, so you should tell us more about the rules,” Changbin says.

“Alright,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes in the process. “Well, it’s basically a version of poker but there’s more emphasis on the real game after the game. The winner gets to spend some good time with a person of their choice, if you know what I mean.”

“Oh, I like that,” Hyunjin says, biting his thumb with his thief whilst his lips form into a devilish grin. 

Hyunjin likes the concept. That’s your chance of a lifetime – buy you feel as if you’re on the fence, unsure if it's such a good idea. It would be kinda pathetic in some way. If the case occurs of you winning the game, it’d be stupid to ask Hyunjin to spend time with you. But there’s no one else in this room slightly interesting to you.

At least that’s what you’re telling yourself as you blatantly keep lying and denying.

But this would be the stupidest idea on earth – Jisung would see it as a triumph and the fact you’re even thinking about the opportunity verifies that he’s already got you wrapped around his finger without doing much.

Unless…

The rules only state a good time together, they never explicitly said it had to be sex. Maybe you can come up with another idea and choose one of the boys just to convince them to do whatever. You’ll develop a plan while playing.

“Shall we start?” You ask and Jisung’s gaze snaps at you at lightning speed, eyes almost falling out in surprise. But you don’t notice, too busy with looking in Hyunjin’s direction.

“Sure,” he says while giving the cards a shuffle before handing each of you the same amount of them. 

The game starts slowly and you’re not as focused as the others, since you don’t care about how the game will turn out. The worst case scenario is Hyunjin or Laura winning and either of them takes the other one home.

Unless – there’s an even worse case scenario you haven’t thought about. What if Jisung wins?!

He will probably choose you, just to tease you and get a reaction out of you. The boy only cares about annoying the shit out of you and his older brother – it has always felt as if he has a problem with your and Changbin’s friendship. He probably thinks you're stealing his brother from him or something.

Now that you think about it, deeply observed in your daydreaming, you realise that Jisung has particularly behaved like this once you’ve gotten older and you really can’t picture why. You’ve never been like this to him – what’s his reason for teasing you? It’s so annoying how he’s always so–

“We have a winner!” Ryujin shouts. Your eyes instantly shoot up again, searching for all the faces surrounding you.

“I’ve told you I’m good at this, it was my idea to play this game after all,” Jisung grins, before downing the remaining drops of his drink.

Shit. It’s him. Jisung won this fucking stupid game.

Say goodbye to your pride, Y/N. Say goodbye to your sanity.

“So, Ji, who’s the lucky one?” Jeongin asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Well, you know, I have a favourite candidate here if I’m honest but I’m afraid my brother won’t allow it,” he sighs, a faux whine escaping his pouty lips.

“Dude, we’re old enough, you shouldn’t care what I think,” Changbin is quick to reply and by the way he stumbles over his words while speaking you know he’s more than shit faced from all the drinks he’s had. “Also, unless you want to continue discussing who you virgin want to choose I’ll excuse myself to the bathroom,” he adds, getting up while almost tripping over his own feet.

“I am not a virgin!” The noises subside when Jisung’s gaze flickers through the room, as he’s dragging his decision. At least he’s pretending to do so. He chose his victim a long time ago. To be more precise, his choice was the reason to start this game at all.

“Who’s your admired candidate?” Lia asks, her sentence getting interrupted by a long yawn and judging the other guests the party will most definitely be over soon.

“You know, maybe it’s a bit over the top but I’d love to give our birthday girl a good time. Y/N really deserves it.”

You almost spill your drink out, downing the rest of your beer right now hasn’t been the smartest idea.

“And how does this work together exactly? You and a good time for Y/N doesn’t necessarily add up to me,” Hyunjin interferes now all of a sudden.

Your friend group starts giggling, said boy and his little fling are the loudest and once his words are clicking in your head, the tiny voice tells you to do the exact opposite of what Hyunjin expects.

Let go, Y/N.

Also, the way Jisung and you have been teasing each other throughout the whole night has been getting on your nerves – so much that you’re practically waiting for him to snap.

And, god, how his face looks in the dim lights and his button up shirt clings onto his upper body makes you wonder what he has to offer underneath – it makes you want to unwrap him like a present and after all, it’s your birthday.

“Okay but I guess rules are rules after all,” you say and slightly surprise Jisung who’s only now coming to the realisation he should have put more effort into making a proper plan.

There’s no going back now, he tells himself, you’ve got everything you’ve ever waited for.

“A-Alright,” he sheeply stutters, gulping before he gets up. After walking a bit closer to him, you take him by his hand and guide him to your bedroom, waving goodbye to your friends in case they will want to leave in the meantime. Everyone’s too wasted anyway – you’re just gonna text them in the morning a big thank you for the night and all the gifts.

Also, that’s the last thing that’s on your mind. You’re going to your bedroom. With Han Jisung. The Han Jisung that’s been annoying you all these past years whenever you’ve been in the same room. 

A part of you tells you he’ll just continue being annoying and mean to you once you close the door behind you. He doesn’t really like you after all.

But another part of you tells you he's being all serious.

And the seductive look on his face makes you believe he didn’t choose you because of the first theory. 

It’s only the both of you in the room now. Jisung has made sure to lock the door and the butterfly led lights enlighten the dark surroundings, leaving a shimmery orange glow on his face. The infamous devilish smirk appears on his face again, once he sees the expression you make – full of eagerness about what will happen next.

Filthy ideas and desires are bubbling in your mind, thoughts running around with a thousand miles per second. The picture of his hands all over your body instantly shoots up to your head until it transforms into a tingling sensation flooding down straight to your core.

“I’ve got you right where I want you, angel,” Jisung says. He takes a few steps forward, getting closer to you until your body is caged between his and the cold wall. “Who would have thought I’d have you all to myself finally?”

His sudden change in demeanour startles you to be frank, you’ve never expected him to have the serious reason for choosing you.

One of his fingers comes up and lays on your cheek, slowly caressing the skin until he catches a strand of your hair to play with it. You look up at him, once he places said finger under your chin.

“You’re always such a tease, babygirl. Swaying your hips around to seduce me– I’ve seen the look on your face throughout the night, you can’t fool me anymore.”

You swallow the lump that’s been building up inside your dry throat. Jisung’s eyes burn with lust, shooting holes into your skull and you’re at a loss for words how much his whole demeanour is affecting you.

Every cell in your body is screaming for more, screaming for him to ruin you. And you’re ready for it. The anticipation is killing you by now, so you decide to take part in the game as well.

“And you’re a tease yourself, always only talking but never doing anything about it. The fact you can’t even speak to me when you’re sober because you get nervous is just pathetic,” you chuckle, putting emphasis on the last word of your sentence. As you part your lips, Jisung is able to witness your tongue meeting your upper teeth, decorating that devilish smirk of yours.

The next thing you sense is your back crashing further into the wall from his body weight pressing against you and your cheeks being squished together by his hand. He’s furious about you calling him weak – the exact reaction you were hoping for. 

“Call me pathetic one more time and you’re gonna regret it.”

“Ji,” you rather moan out his name now in order to provoke him some more, “you’re just too much of a coward to come and talk to me. Is it because I’m your older brother's best friend, hm?”

He simply chuckles, his hand finding its way around your throat, just adding a little bit of pressure while he tilts his head.

“I didn’t expect you to be so dumb, babygirl.”

That fucking nickname. It’ll be the death of you. Whenever he calls you that, lust instantly streams down between your legs. 

“I’m right, am I?”

You push your thighs together, creating a little friction in hopes to deal with the feeling he’s causing. His eyes wander down to your all so slightly visible movements but Jisung decides to ignore it for now, rather sticking to his initial plan.

“Doesn’t matter. I’ve told you to watch your fucking mouth so shut the fuck up now,” he gets a bit intense and so does the grip on your neck.

“Ji– come on, why don’t you just make me, huh?” You ask, all innocently playing with the buttons on his shirt and in an instant the back of his free hand slowly caresses your cheek again, all so softly.

For a second you are hoping for him to finally kiss you but instead his fingers are now grazing over your lower lip, asking for entrance. You look at him with big doll eyes and decide to follow suit. His digits slide in, as your tongue starts dancing around them, getting them all wet and drippy, exactly like your underwear by now.

“Now apologise before I replace those fingers with my cock, darling,” he whispers before pulling them out again. Saliva drools out of your mouth, making a mess all over your chin.

Two can play a game and it's a paradox that continuing with your bratty behaviour will get you exactly what you long for. Jisung knows it, that’s the whole reason he’s saying all this – to rile you up, to tease you, to make you crumble underneath him.

“There’s nothing to apologise for, Ji,” you quietly say, as you seductively play with his shirt again.

“Pretty dumb thing, you do remember I’m making the rules tonight, dont you? I’ve won this game earlier.”

Shit. Yes, you clearly do remember now.

But, now that you think about it – this makes everything a hundred times better. The idea of Jisung controlling your actions, movements and hopefully your mind once he’s done with you, makes you get eager for more.

So, the full time mode of the brat finally enters your body, possessing your inner thoughts and decisions. “You may be making the rules but that doesn’t mean I’ll follow them.” You look up at him again, a smirk plastered all over your face as a signal that you’re playing along.

“Okay, so you wanna play the hard way, angel? Take off your clothes now. Everything. I wanna see all of you,” he orders and this time you actually behave.

Pulling the tight black fabric over your head, you stand there only in your lingerie now – a fitting red pair, squeezing your breasts together in the most sensual way possible. 

The dress gets thrown on the floor and you lean against the wall again, staring at Jisung and patiently waiting for a reaction.

“I said everything. Can’t you even follow one simple command?”

You simply shake your head no before adding a loud evil laugh at his attempt of trying to gain dominance. But your voice is cut off quickly and so is the air entering and leaving your lungs, when his hand is seized around your throat again, this time a bit tighter.

“I’ve had enough of you, brat. Turn around. You need to be punished first so you learn how to be a good girl.”

I’d love nothing more than that.

You turn around on your tiptoes, making sure to arch your back in a way so your ass is pressed against Jisung’s clothed crotch – making you aware of his palpable prominent bulge. Oh, god.

Until a stinging feeling appears on your half naked butt, when his hand collides with your flesh.

“One,” he begins, rubbing the skin he’s just tortured, “you decided to learn the rules the hard way, babygirl. So you’re gonna count now. Do you understand that? What’s your colour, angel?”

“Green!” You hastily nod, waiting for him to continue. Smack. His palm meets your cheek another time. “Two,” you breathe out, leaning your upper body against the wall. Smack. Another one. “Three.”

The minutes pass by as the numbers of spanks increase and the confidence of your voice subsides with each one he adds to your skin. The vibrations are echoing through the room and Jisung’s evil laugh gets louder with every slap that meets your almost numb cheek.

“T-Twenty-five,” you cry out now and Jisung finally decides to stop with his teaching session as his wishes have been heard – you’re finally obeying. 

“Angel, you’re being so good for me, I’m proud of you.”

The praise. It shouldn’t be. It really shouldn’t be the one thing that's causing you to lose your mind even more – as if the ongoing slapping over the past minutes hasn’t already absolutely destroyed your sanity.

“What do we say when we’re getting rewarded with compliments, hm?”

He’s got you. He’s definitely got you right where he wants you by now. And you’ll let him.

“T-Thank you,” you whisper, almost inaudibly. In an instant, Jisung has turned you around again so that you’re facing him.

Everything happens so fast and the next thing you realise are his soft lips laying on yours, as he’s pressing your back against the wall. Completely caught off guard for a second, your breath hitches until you lean in to the kiss, returning his actions.

And it’s everything. 

Fireworks. Sparkles. Lightning. Addiction. Hypnose. Glow.

The smell of his perfume lingering on his neck. The look of his dark eyes filled with lust staring into your own whenever you disconnect for a second. The sound of both your moans while trying to catch your breath. The feeling of his hands holding onto your hips in order to pull you even closer. The taste of his tongue dancing with your own.

It feels like eternity passes by, the both of you try to gain the upper hand in this whilst simultaneously wanting more and more. You’ve never kissed someone so passionately yet smoothly and you’re convinced his lips were made to lay on yours.

After some time, you both let go from one another, lungs empty and in need of oxygen even though you’re already believing he’s the only scent you ever want to breathe in again.

But Jisung has another step on his master plan, impatiently looking at you.

With the position you’re in, it’s easier for him to finally strip down your bra and panties. Your tits now on full display, the buds already hardened, he captures your neck. Making his way down, his hands are busy massaging both your breasts, playing with and pinching the sensitive centres from time to time.

You’re already so absorbed in all the pleasure he’s granting you that you already miss his fingers traveling down your stomach until they softly lay between your legs. You spread them for him all obediently, as Jisung slowly brushes your slit, his finger already wet from just one little touch.

“Look at yourself, pathetic little thing got absolutely soaked from all the kissing and getting her pretty ass spanked,” he chuckles and for a second you're unsure if he’s saying this to you in particular or merely because he’s turned on himself.

“Ji– come on, stop with the teasing already,” you snap now, tired of waiting so long. As a reaction, he gives your ass another smack, the noise filling your bedroom.

“Patience, I thought I had finally taught you well.”

The small touches continue, as he spreads your folds just to find your bundle of nerves. Steadily, he begins drawing circles, whilst his lips are back busy with your neck again, as he’s concurrently focused on leaving a pretty little memory on there – an artwork that’ll show everyone else who’s made you feel so good, who you belong to.

In the blink of an eye, one of his fingers enters your heat, since there’s no need to wet them first – your juices by now practically dripping out of you are doing a pretty great job at that part.

Jisung, on the other hand, still can’t believe all of this is finally happening. He’s waited for this moment for years now, simping for you in silence since you haven’t been able to get the hints and he hasn’t been confident enough.

“Jisung– fuck, right there,” you moan once he brushes that spot inside you for the first time. He adds another finger to stretch you out all nicely, curling his digits whenever they enter deeply and fill you up.

“Who’s making you feel that good, angel?”

He’s getting on your nerves again, even though you long for his possessive behaviour – now that you’re thinking about it and with all the conversations shared throughout the night, it does make sense and it finally hits you and clicks.

Jisung has never been annoyed at you, he has never hated you – he was simply craving your intention because he likes you. And with the way his behaviour over these past hours and reminiscing all the encounters before that, you’re slowly coming to the conclusion you may have been hiding your inner true feelings as well.

But your ongoing chains of thoughts are interrupted, cut through and thrown away when he decides to slide in a third finger, his thumb still busy with rubbing your clit.

“I’ve asked you something. Answer.”

The squelching sounds coming from between your legs don't necessarily help you focus on his order, so he gives your ass another slight smack. 

“Fuck– Jisung, it’s you, okay? You’re the one making me feel so good.”

The boy chuckles and, unfortunately, in the dim lights of the room you’re unable to witness the pink blush decorating his cheeks. But the shy demeanor switches again, when you moan out his name another time, as you're getting closer to your relief.

“Fucking finally, angel. You’re finally admitting that I’m the one for you. Pretty girl has teased me way too long.”

His words are drowned out since the deafening sound of your heartbeat is pulsating inside your ears. And when he curls his digits again, catching your lips with his own in the meantime, you cream all over his fingers – completely surprised about yourself.

Jisung hasn’t expected you to cum so quickly either but he is proud of himself, not even aware of the fact he’s the first man to bring you to your orgasm so fast. He’s still staring at you, when you’re already getting impatient again.

“Jisung– just take me already and stop with all the teasing,” you whine, rolling your eyes in annoyance.

With this specific sentence, his behaviour does a one hundred and eighty degree turn again. And you welcome it.

“Hm, is that it? Babygirl wants me to fuck her right against the wall so all the other guests finally find out what a slut she is?”

The picture of his suggestion makes you go crazy and you decide to save the idea for later, making a mental note for yourself, but for now you’d rather allow him to have you somewhere else.

“Ji– please, is this how you’re gonna treat your girl?”

His girl.

“You’re not the one making the rules tonight, sweetheart,” he says but opposite to his words he still decides at the last minute to carry you on top of the bed instead.

The mattress slightly shifts under your weight, as your back hits the soft material. Jisung is already hovering over you like a starving man finally catching his prey.

His eyes are trailing your form and just now you get aware of the fact he’s still completely dressed – but this just adds to the sinful nature of this situation.

Jisung notices your impatient behaviour, so he stands up from the bed for a second and gets rid of his clothes in record time, leaving you absolutely dumbfounded.

Oh yeah, he wants you without a single doubt.

“Patience, babygirl,” he whispers once he’s on top of you again, his hands laying right beside your head, as he’s towering over you. He’s so deeply hypnotised in the moment that he doesn’t see your gaze wandering down his body, eyes in shock when you look at his grown erection for the first time.

All so obediently, you spread your legs for him, waiting for Jisung to continue. One of your hands starts massaging your breast in an attempt to make him hurry, since the anticipation by now is beyond belief.

The boy is mesmerised because of your actions and for a second he gets nervous – which you witness.

“Ji– come on, I want you,” you reassure him. And that's all he needs to hear.

His demeanour switches in an instant again, his eyes become dark and filled with the utmost desire for you. A smirk appears on his lips, a chuckle escaping a few seconds later and he’s right back on track.

Once he’s in the right position, he kisses your jawline, leaving bites and marks all over your neck. One of his hands finds your throat again but the pressure isn’t that high, he’s more so holding you in place. The other one is giving his length a few pumps, getting ready for what’s yet to come.

Jisung starts teasing your clit with his glossy tip, juices are mixing together, as he smears the liquids all over your entrance.

“Fuck– what are you waiting for?” You get impatient now, you’ve had enough of his behaviour.

And Jisung has had enough of yours. All of his actions come to a halt, his hands find your waist and he's spinning you around as if you weigh nothing. Your stomach lies flat against the mattress now, face buried into the pillows.

He doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t need to – it's embarrassing how he hasn’t even done anything yet and he’s already in full control. At this point you’ll let him do anything to you, just so that he will stop with that teasing.

As if your prayers have been heard, he helps you get in a different position so that you’re now on all fours. Jisung’s hands land on your ass another time, a loud smack echoing through the room as he just chuckles about your helplessness. His tip finds your clit again and he continues what he was doing mere seconds ago.

“Babygirl, what do we have to say when we’re all needy and waiting for more?”

Who is the brat here again?

“Jisung, please, just fuck me already.”

Well, that is enough for him. That's enough for him to slide right into you, going deeper and deeper until he bottoms you out completely. In an instant, your walls clench around him and you can already feel the tears pricking at your lower lash line from the satisfaction his length and thickness are granting you.

“Please– keep going,” you beg now, once you’ve finally adjusted to his cock.

And so he does. At this point he doesn’t even bother starting at a slow pace, you both have had the other one waiting for way too long. His thrusts are sharp and Jisung decides to keep you in balance by placing one hand on your hips – so he has better access for spanking you – and the other one at the back of your neck.

Each time he thrusts into you, your face gets buried deeper into the soft cushion underneath. The feeling that’s by now possessing your whole body is indescribable, you’re simply at a loss for words but it's not as if you care anyway.

And when he hits that spot again, brushing over it with his cock another time, you can sense you’re at defeat. 

The pillow underneath your head is practically soaked by now from all the tears running down your cheeks and all the drool flooding out your mouth.

You don't quite get how you’re even functioning at this point anymore – Jisung is basically fucking all the oxygen out of your lungs and the thoughts out of your brain, leaving you a helpless mess, turning dumb by the way his cock continues pounding deep into you.

You can’t help it anymore, you want to speak and beg him – without even knowing what you’re asking for exactly. But it doesn’t matter, since only mindless babble escapes your lips, the only two syllables you’re able to cry out are his name by now.

“Have I fucked my pretty girl dumb, huh? All eager and confident when we started this but look at you now, what a pathetic needy little slut you are.”

“Y-Yes,” you manage to scream out.

“Just tell me whose good slut you are and you’ll get what you want,” he tells you and by the way his movements are getting sloppier you sense he won’t last that long either.

So you give in. You finally decide to give in completely.

“Yours, Ji– I’m only yours.”

His fingers land between your legs, rubbing over your clit for a few seconds but he can already feel it won’t need that long for you to reach that sweet relief.

“Good girl, go on, I’ve got you.”

And as if he’s controlling your mind and body, you do as you’re told. Making a mess all over his cock, stars and sparkles fill your whole vision. Your legs keep shaking and you’re afraid you will fall down into the mattress but, thank god, Jisung is holding you.

With the way you’re clenching tightly around him, he tips over the edge as well, your walls milking his cock empty. Jisung carefully pulls out of you and once he witnesses the mixture of your liquids running down your inner thighs, he pushes them back in with his fingers, not wanting to waste even a single drop.

You’re lying completely exhausted on the bed by now, mind still far gone as you are only half aware that Jisung is cleaning you, helping you change into fresh clothes and tucking you under the sheets. He stays right next to you, holding you so close to him that you’re able to listen to the sound of his heart.

“I’ve meant it, by the way,” you tell him now, still all dizzy. The boy gets confused, not sure what you’re talking about.

“You’ve ruined me for anyone else, Ji, I’m yours,” you giggle. He’s definitely at a loss for words, unable to speak. “Of course, only if you want me to,” you add.

“How is it your birthday but I got the best present of my whole life?” He says now, making you chuckle. “Yes, of course I want you!”

Jisung’s lips softly lay on your forehead, as he watches you doze off into sleep.

♡

“Where’s Y/N? Did everyone already leave? Sorry man, I kinda fell asleep in the bathroom, I really should stop drinking,” Changbin says when he enters the living room again, unaware of the fact he hasn’t been away that long, almost all the others have just simply left in the meantime.

“She’s busy in her bedroom, you know,” Jeongin explains, already preparing for his older friend to get louder.

“With Jisung?” Jeongin shyly nods, regretting he’s just spilled that information but he’s never been necessarily good at lying.

“Thank god”, Changbin continues, “finally, it was about time for the both of them to fuck, I couldn’t stand this tense atmosphere anymore.”

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