HAN JISUNG Roommate Perv! X Reader

HAN JISUNG roommate perv! x reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: perverted behavior, betrayal of trust, masturbation

18+ pls minors dni!

You and Han are best friends, so it was only natural for him to offer to rent out his spare room to you when you were apartment searching (he was looking for a new roommate anyway). You had spent a lot of time together, so living in the same house wasn't much different from how it's always been. Honestly, with how often you hung around his place, he should have started charging you rent a long time ago.

A new aspect of your relationship was that he got impossibly more familiar with you. Like how you always need him to keep you company while folding laundry or it wouldn't get done, or how you played a specific song right before going to sleep every night (the walls were thin).

With constant exposure to you, he was forced to face his not-so friendly thoughts. He had well acknowledged that you were attractive, but always tried to prevent himself from catching feelings because of your best friend status.

He can't help but look when you wear booty shorts or a crop top around the house, but he gave himself the benefit of the doubt and figured that was just an impulsive act (at first).

Within a month, he started giving in to his more perverted thoughts. He stopped holding back from looking at your figure when you wore little clothing around the house. Stopped holding back from admiring the way your lips cutely wrapped around your toothbrush when you were holding it in place without a hand on it.

By the second month, he had joined in on helping you fold and put away your laundry "to make the process quicker" - he had even offered to start doing your laundry for you. "I know how much you hate doing it." He would say sweetly. He would do your laundry, sure, but he would lose a few panties (and knee-highs) in the process.

By the third month, he completely gave in to his perversion. He was no better than the creep you came home and told him about one day, the one who blatantly couldn't stop staring at your chest the entire train ride home. Jisung was just as bad as that so-called creep... just less obvious.

He instead opted to sneak looks at you during movie nights. He knew that you were never the biggest fan of horror films, but would never turn one down if he suggested it. There you sat on the couch in the living room, sharing the same blanket that was draped across your laps and pressed up directly against him. You opted for a tank top, as you commonly did during nights in.

The only light coming from the tv screen, Jisung had all the privacy he needed to catch glimpses of you. The way your face scrunched up in genuine concern for the main character (how cute, he thought). The way your nipples had hardened underneath the material of your thin tank top about halfway through the movie. Needless to say, he had absolutely no idea what was going on in the movie.

At one point you caught him staring. "What?" You ask. "Nothing. You're just cute when you're scared." Obviously not knowing how to respond to what he said, you turned your head back towards the screen without reacting to his comment. Fuck, he thought. He couldn't believe that was his cover. The more he thought about it, the more he spiraled. What a weird thing to say.

He couldn't deny it though. The way you lightly flinched and grabbed a handful of the blanket whenever a jumpscare occurred had given him a semi more than once, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

It's not like he's into seeing you scared or anything. He's just so reactive because it's you.

In fact, you've made him hard countless times for no reason at all.

You make a hum in appreciation at his cooking? He accidentally burns his own plate because he was too focused on palming himself through his pants while facing the stove. He sees your plain white cotton underwear with the little bow (his personal favorite) in your laundry basket? You won't see it for another week. You wear one of his T-shirts to bed? He'll put it over his face while he jerks off to your scent until it no longer smells like you.

Don't get him started on when you got the sex toy. He was putting your laundry away one day while you were out (since he's such a good roommate who definitely isn't imagining you in every single pair of panties as he folds them) when he saw something buried towards the back of the drawer. To his surprise, he pulled out a silicone dildo. It must be new, he thought to himself, because he knew every inch of your room. He was guilty of trying to find your dirty little secrets - and now he had finally found one.

From that day on, he made sure to never put his headphones in at night like he usually would to fall asleep. On the third day of waiting, his patience had finally paid off.

When he started hearing faint noises from the other side of the wall, he practically jumped out of his bed. Fuck, he thought, she's definitely using it now. He sat up against his headboard and pressed his ear to the wall. He took in your shaky breaths and closed his eyes. Imagining how the pretty pink dildo would look slipping in and out of your pussy, he pulled his hardening length out of his sweatpants. He kept his eyes closed, to in a way deny the truth, which was the fact that he was about to jerk off to the sound of his best friend pleasuring herself.

Not creepy at all, he thinks to himself. But he has had enough. Enough of your skimpy clothes, your seemingly innocent cuddles - enough of your teasing.

You must have known deep down that he was a pervert from the jokes he's made over the years. She knows and she willingly decided to share a space with me. She knows what she's in for, he says to himself, trying to justify the immoral act he was actively committing.

On the other side of the wall, you stop moving for a few seconds, then continue. Your breathing had become significantly more choppy, and you were at this point letting out soft moans. She must've changed to a new position, he thought. He wondered what it was. Would you want him to fuck into you with your legs over his shoulders? Or perhaps you'd rather be ass up with your face shoved into the pillows as he rams you into the mattress.

He started focusing his strokes to his tip. He was already leaking with precum, but he wanted to make sure he came with you, and it seemed like you were close.

After a minute, he was edging himself until you were ready. He looked out for any signs of you hitting your climax, and he finally got it... but it wasn't what he thought it would be. "Please... please fu... Ji!!" He hears you say through the wall. It was under your breath but clear enough for him to be sure that's what you said.

He froze, hand resting on the base of his cock. His heart started beating impossibly faster, and he felt his ears start burning up. All of a sudden, he had started his climax. Hearing his name - his nickname at that - had kickstarted his orgasm. He almost forgot to start moving his hand again. He helped himself ride out the latter half of his orgasm, mind still on the fact that you had called his name mid-climax.

He took his ear off the wall and slumped down against his pillows. Fuck. He was in deep.

Part 1? Let's hope I get around to writing part 2 T_T

cross-listed on @h4nj1sungfics !

the arms make yet another appearance.....rip to @skzfaker and me

Hellohello luv :> been having some fluffy thoughts about skz and okok hear me out:

Them calling a friend/member talking about you but being unaware that you speak Korean and accidentally confessing-

Thats all thank you for your attention mwah kthxbyee <3

omg omg omg idk why but this is so Channie coded to me

Like his phone would ring while you're hanging out and he gets up, trying to at least walk a little ways away before he picks up. But Jisung's voice is still more than loud enough for you to hear where you're on the sofa.

"Jisung-ah?"

"Hi Channie-hyung, I won't disturb you for long, but we're about to head to the studio and we don't know where you keep the hard drive. We wanted to work on that one song from months ago."

"It's all good, top drawer of the desk in my room."

Silence, the sounds of rummaging.

"Got it! Thanks, hyung!"

"Don't lose it, Jisung, I swear."

A silly little giggle.

"Don't worry, Changbin-hyung is here, too, and he will supervise"

"Okay, good."

"No need to worry while you hang out with your future wife."

"Jisung!"

"What! She can't hear me! Or understand me!"

"She's not my future wife."

"Awwww, Channie don't sound so sad. I'm telling you, she likes you, too. You just need to find the confidence to tell her."

I agree, Changbin yells from the back somewhere and Jisung makes a triumphant noise.

"See, Changbin-hyung thinks so, too. Plus, we've seen you together. You're like, meant to be. Two peas in a pod. I can see you already, just like you said, apartment in Seoul, a big, happy dog, small wedding, mind-blowing sex every night until maybe one day you put a baby in her, preferably a little girl ..."

"Jisung, oh my god please," Chan whines and turns around to check on you. You're just scrolling through your phone. He chuckles painfully and digs the heel of his palm into his eyes.

"What are you guys doing right now?"

"Nothing much, eating sushi, watching a movie. She ... She looks very pretty and smells really good."

"Oh, you're so cute, Channie-hyung! So just, you know, do the usual. Put your arm around her, pull her in, put those big old lips to good use. Just make sure you wash your mouth out before you do, sushi breath is stinky."

"I'm never telling you anything ever again, Jisung," Chan deadpans and Jisung laughs, but takes the hint.

"Fine, fine, stew in your unrequited puppy love for the rest of your life, then, see if I care ... which I do, of course, it's the only reason I'm saying all of this."

"I'm hanging up now, Jisung."

"Fine, fine, I'll see you tomorrow!"

"Bye, Jisung."

Chan heaves out a giant sigh and takes a moment to collect himself before he turns around and makes his way back to the sofa

"Sorry," he says in English, "Jisung needed a hard drive, him and Changbin have been working on this older song again and he didn't know where it was."

You just nod, looking at him in a way that makes his cheeks heat up. When you open your mouth, he's pretty sure he can feel his heart fall into his ass.

"I'm more of a cat person," you say, your Korean solid, but definitely a little accented, "but I'd definitely also want a girl. And an apartment in the city, that would be a dream."

His heart is thundering in his fucking ears as he watches you, your cheeks flushed with nerves, clutching your phone in your hands until your knuckles turn white. Wait, did you just ...

He leans in, pushing you back until you're splayed out on the sofa underneath him.

"I really fucking like you," he says, in English again. He loves the way your breath hitches, the corners of your mouth ticking upwards.

"I really fucking like you, too," you breathe and that's all he needs before he leans down and presses his lips to yours, sushi breath be damned. And it's a perfectly imperfect kiss, just like you, just like him.

Later he will scold you for never telling him you understood Korean. Later he will give a very confused Jisung a hug and shake him slightly. And at your wedding he will reenact the whole story, with Jisung right next to him, playing himself.

⭑ Minho moments that live in my head rent free 58/?? ⭑

An unimpressed Minbin for @snug-gyu ♡