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jellyleggz

1 year ago

CHILL (18+!) 1K followers special

“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 :,)

“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.

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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milan’s reads 💖📖 skz han Augh I just love this fic!!! He’s a little mean but he’s a little in love HAHA That Channie crumb tho 🤭 Idk Jisung is down bad but he just doesn’t want to admit it He’s so cute thoo The way reader gets caught 😮 Very cute and sexy 💖💖💖

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