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pairing: han jisung x reader

summary: you join jisung for a producing session

genre: fluff, idol! au, comfort, crack, chill jisung

a/n: han would be so much fun to produce with and you can't change my mind

The producing studio was filled with the soft hum of equipment as you sat across from Jisung, both of you focused intensely on the computer screen. The blank canvas of the rather large music project felt daunting, but Jisung’s limitless energy was infectious, putting you at ease. He'd come into the studio with two iced Americanos, a million-watt smile, a pair of cute glasses, and a head full of amazing ideas.

Only the 4th gen ace, you had thought to yourself amusedly as he'd settled down.

“Okay, let’s try something new,” Jisung suggested, his eyes lighting up as he adjusted his headphones. He took a swig of his iced Americano before setting it down carefully on the side table. “I want to hear what you’ve got.”

You hesitated, unsure if your ideas were on par with his. But Jisung, ever the encourager, nudged you gently.

“There’s no right or wrong here, yeah? It’s about creating something that feels like us. Something that feels unique and special.”

You nodded, picking up your bass, hands a little clammy, and tentatively played a chord progression you had been working on. To your complete and utter surprise, Jisung’s face broke into a grin.

“That’s fire!” he exclaimed, fingers already moving over his keyboard to add a beat.

The time seemed to blur and fly by as the two of you worked together, layering melodies and harmonies, Jisung with practiced, flowing ease, and you with slight hesitance and intrigue. Jisung hummed softly for a few seconds, then suddenly broke into a rap, the flow raw and unpolished but electric, his hands waving energetically in what you could only assume was a flurry of rapper gestures. You couldn’t help but laugh at the unfamiliarity of his movements.

“Don’t laugh! I’m serious,” he teased, but his eyes twinkled with amusement. The atmosphere was light and collaborative, professional yet comfortable, filled with shared laughter, occasional banter, and back-and-forth teasing.

Hours passed without notice, but the track was taking shape. The sounds you created together were vibrant, a reflection of your combined, juxtaposing music styles and tastes. Jisung leaned back, so far incredibly satisfied with the progress.

“See?” he said softly, a satisfied smile on his lips. “We make a great team.”

You couldn’t help but agree as you looked at him, realizing that not only was he an incredible artist and producer, but someone who made the process feel like magic. He was so easy to work with and talk to, taking your ideas on board and adding his own flair to it while allowing your unique visions to shine throughout.

You made a mental note to gatecrash 3RACHA's producing sessions more often in the future.

a/n: yay new dividers ! thanks to @anitalenia

A MODERN LOVE STORY.

this is smut, do not interact if under 18

when your tinder date who was supposed to be just a hook up becomes your boyfriend within a week.

pairing: han jisung x f!reader genre/tags: pwp, smut, fluff, jisung is such a gentleman, fingering, oral (m receiving), piv, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), major size kink, slight daddy kink (not surprised), jisung has huge dick, jisung cums on readers face, i think that's it Imk if i missed any o_0 words: 4.5k

**old repost from my deleted blog

Dating apps were never really your thing, you’ve always been an “old fashioned” kind of girl. You’ve secretly dreamt of meeting your lover in a grocery store or bumping into them at a library where you instantly fall in love. Unfortunately, you can’t be delusional forever, your Prince Charming isn’t going to just come knocking for you at your doorstep. Unless…you find someone who can come to your doorstep but through an app, Tinder. You decided to give it a try and see what all the hype was about after your best friend Ryujin raved about all the hot guys she was meeting— and banging.

You often found yourself quite jealous of all the good sex she was getting, she could have anything she wanted all at her fingertips. You were always horny and looking for the next toy to play with but you decided maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to try and find a cute guy to hook up with and relieve some quick stress. You may be old fashioned but you weren’t too uptight to have a hook up once in a while.

You downloaded Tinder for once in your lifetime and wrote in all your info, chose your best photos, and made a silly little bio. Your bio was just ‘looking for a fun time, need someone who can break my back, not my heart’ you know it super lame but most guys like corny shit like that anyway. You swiped for ages and ages, barely giving anyone a right swipe because you were way too picky. They had to be top tier in the visual department even if they were just a one night stand, you’ll always have standards. You were getting tired of swiping and just about to call it a night up until you swiped on the next profile. His name was Han and he only lived 2.5 miles from you.

As you were scrolling through his profile, you couldn’t stop thinking how hot he was, his hair was blonde, and he always wore the same cross necklace in his all photos. You read his profile some more and saw that he has a dog named Bbama and you smiled at how adorable his dog was. You instantly swiped right after seeing the dog pics and you couldn’t believe you matched with him already. Your heart kind of skipped a beat for a second and you closed the app immediately. You didn’t think he’d be so quick to match with you and you wanted to message him but your pride got in the way. You figured he’s way too fine to even message you back, he probably gets floods of messages from girls asking. You decide to play it cool and not say anything, instead you took a screenshot of his profile and sent it to Ryujin.

She texts you back a couple minutes later and says she thinks he’s really hot, you’re glad she approves but you’re not surprised that she wouldn’t. You go through his profile again and see that he has his Instagram linked to his Tinder, you go to his Instagram account and continue your stalking spree. You see a bunch of pics of his dog, food, and mostly outdoorsy stuff. You didn’t figure him to be the wilderness type of guy but he was, he’s been hiking all over different mountains and has photos of him at the very top. You were in awe of how fearless this man was, you were swayed already by how he presented himself.

Your phone buzzes with a new notification.

‘Han sent you a message’ Tinder alerts you of 2 new notifications from him. You open the messages immediately, a huge grin plastered on your face as you read what he said to you.

‘Hi y/n’

‘What’s your favorite food?’

‘I’m taking notes on where I need to take you on our first date’

That was very smooth but also straightforward, you liked him already.

‘Pho, I could eat it everyday’

‘You’re already planning our date? lol’

You sent the messages and texted Ryujin straight away, telling her how much of a success this was already going. She tells you how much she was right all along and how you’ve been missing out this whole time, you just giggle at her shenanigans.

You get another notification from Tinder and it’s from your favorite new guy already.

‘Yes, how could I not? You’re a 10/10’

You smile to yourself when reading at that comment, you never really saw yourself as a perfect 10 but if someone this highly attractive sees you that way then you must be a smokeshow. Han sends you another message,

‘I can pick you up tmrw at 5? Dinner is on me babe so no need to bring a wallet ;)’

You bit your lip at that last sentence, who would’ve known someone this sexy could be your sugar daddy AND fuck buddy? Ok well maybe the sugar daddy part was just a joke. It definitely turned you on knowing that he’s willing to spend his money on you without you feeling guilt about it though.

‘See you at 5 <3’ you reply to him.

The very next day you’re in the car going to your date with Han. The moment you laid eyes on him there was a lustful nature that came out of you. You didn’t even think it could be possible but he looked even better in person, the pictures didn’t do him justice whatsoever. His jawline was insane, it was sharp and looked absolutely perfect from his side profile. His hair was a little messy but in a really cute way, he had a small silver stud in his ear and wore his cross necklace like the one in his photos. You couldn’t believe it was really him in your driveway, he had to be the most beautiful you’ve ever seen. He wore a plain black T-shirt with baggy jeans and converse, he looked effortlessly cool. He was driving with one hand on the wheel and the other was playing with his radio. He was trying to get the Aux cord to work properly but it just wasn’t cooperating with him, he decides to just leave it alone.

“So uh.. anyway is this your first Tinder date?” He asks trying to break the awkward silence.

“Yeah, actually it is,” you tell him “I’m not the hugest fan of dating apps but I decided why not give it a shot.” You say as your shrug your shoulders.

“Ah I see, well you met me so that’s a good sign so far right?” He asks with a goofy grin on his face, you couldn’t help but giggle at his quirkiness.

You talk for a bit more in the car and get to know each other, as you’re getting nearer to the destination he comes to a stop into a parking lot. He gets out of the car first and opens the door for you on your side.

“M’lady,” Han says in a funny voice, taking your hand in his as you get out the car. You’re loving his silly and fun energy so far, it’s definitely bringing your mood up as you had no expectations for how this would go.

The date ended up going extremely well, you both couldn’t stop laughing and cracking jokes together. Everything felt super lighthearted and easygoing with Han, you felt like you could say just about anything with him, feeling like you’ve known him for much longer than a couple of hours. He bought so much expensive meat for the both of you at the restaurant and the pho was fantastic. You’ve never been to this particular restaurant before as it was a bit too out of your price range, you were surprised when he told you he ate here frequently. You wanted to ask him what he does for a living but you don’t want to seem rude. You ate as much as you could and he definitely ate way more than you, lightly making fun at the way you eat. You do eat pretty slow so you aren’t shocked by the way he’s noticing that already.

You like the way Han eats because he stores food in his cheeks like a squirrel, usually that action would give you the ick but with him you find it quite endearing. Once you both finish eating at the restaurant he takes you to a pier where there’s pretty lights near the water. It was a nice day to go out on a walk so he grabbed your hand and led the way down the path. You guys talked so much for hours about any and everything, you talked for so long that you ended up watching the sunset together, then looked at the stars. When you looked down and noticed that you’ve been holding hands with him this whole time, but you didn’t want to point it out to Han incase he’d let go.

You’ve spent a total of only 5 hours with this man but you really do feel as though you’ve known him your whole life. He was so fun to talk to, handsome, and literally the sweetest person ever, it made you question how someone this perfect could even be single. You really couldn’t wait any longer for him to end up in your bed tonight and that’s exactly what you planned to happen. As the night progresses you ask him if he wants to come back to your place for the night. He looks surprised yet obliges and drives back to your apartment. It was pretty late at night and you only had your tiny lamp in the kitchen on, so you couldn’t see much of where you were going. You turn around to face Han who’s been staring you up and down this whole time.

You didn’t even have much time to take off your jacket before Han’s lips were all over yours. His hands roamed all over your body and yours were now tangled in his messy blonde hair. He startles you for a second when he picks you up and lifts you onto the marble kitchen countertop, not breaking the kiss once. He bites down on your lower lip slightly, making you gasp so he can easily slip his tongue in you. His movements were gentle and he kisses you so passionately, one of his hands comes up behind your neck and the other is stroking the apex of your thigh. As you both pull away from kissing, he stops to stare at you for the longest second.

“You are so beautiful y/n,” he says, stroking your hair and tucking some behind your ear, then he kisses your ear and licks it. He continues peppering a few more kisses downwards and to your neck, beginning to suck lightly, causing you to let out a quiet moan. He leaves a couple small hickies around your neck and kisses your lips once again. You tug at his T-shirt and motion for him to take it off, he does as he’s told and removes it from his body. You get a faint look at his chest since it’s a such little bit of light in the kitchen, from what you can see however, he looks perfect. When he comes closer, you can feel his rock solid abs, you know he works out but you weren’t expecting him to be this fit.

You go back to making out for awhile and his hands are now laid on your chest. He cups both of your boobs in his hands and kneads them through your thin shirt, he realizes this isn’t enough for him so he slides his hands underneath your shirt. He ran his fingers against your nipples and starts to pinch them lightly, making you moan directly into his mouth. He groans when you bring your hand lower to his pelvis, trying to locate his belt so you can tell him to take it off. You finally reach something you presume to be leather and you grab it, bringing his body closer to you in the process.

“You want me to take this off huh?” Han asks, pointing to his belt but all you see is his erect dick print through his jeans.

You nod your head profusely, “yes pleasee, right now!”

He grins at you while slowly taking off his belt, throwing it down on the floor and now he’s stroking his cock through his pants. You hear him groan a little bit as you can see him palming himself, wanting to take him in your mouth so bad.

“Let me give you head,” you say almost desperately, you didn’t mean for it to sound so needy but you really wanted— no needed his cock.

“Okay,” he says smiling back at you, “sounds great to me.”

You get up from the kitchen counter and now position yourself on the floor, on your knees. You never pictured yourself to be the one sucking a random guy off Tinder’s dick but hey, things just so happen to turn out that way. You unzip Han’s pants and gently pull them down, he was wearing pink supreme boxers and you expected nothing less from him. You pull down his boxers too and his erect cock springs up out of them like a slinky. Eyes growing wide in awe as you couldn’t wait for his giant, thick cock to go into your mouth. You start to stroke his length and realize that one hand won’t be enough to do the job, you have to use two to get a good firm grasp around it and even then it’s still a few inches off.

You contemplate how you’re even going to fit all of him into your mouth but you think of the consequences later. You continue pumping his cock with your hands and he moans lowly under his breath. You lick the tip of his cock and he winces a little, that must be his sensitive spot. You suck on the tip and guide your mouth to slowly take in more of his cock, keeping a suction-tight grip on him as you keep lowering your head. You get to a point where you start to physically choke and gag on his cock, your saliva was getting everywhere now, all over your chin, your chest, his cock, and some even spilled on the floor. You know you have to be a good girl and take all of him but you never had someone this big before.

“You have such a nice dick,” you blurt out while taking a break, wanting to please him more than anything.

“Thank you baby,” Han smiles down at you while you bring his cock back into your mouth, this time breathing through your nose you have a better chance at taking him all. You were successful and managed to get most of it inside your mouth, maybe just a couple centimeters off. You kept at it, sucking his cock like your life literally depended on it, shooting your head back and forth making you feel dizzy.

“Mmm yeah… that’s it baby… just like that-” Han moans out for you with his eyes closed shut and head thrown back, you’re making him feel so good right now.

“I think I’m gonna cum y/n…”

You continue what you’ve been doing for the past 15 minutes or so, sucking his cock at an even faster rate. You look up at him and give him a sultry look with your eyes, you need to feel his cum all over you.

“Please cum on my face daddy,” you tell him, you used to let your ex cum on your face all the time and you were craving for that kind of thing at the moment. You keep deepthroating him and making gagging noises in the process, wanting him to know just how hard you’re working for his cum. He lets out a long moan and keeps saying he’s about to cum, you tap his dick on your tongue so you can get a taste of his load shooting out and then… you suddenly go blind. Han’s load comes out so fast that it got everywhere, causing some of it to get into your eye. You couldn’t see for a bit and rubbed your eye, feeling a thick, sticky substance on your left cheek. Han’s cum was now painted all over your face, some even got on your shoulder and landed on the floor. You smiled at how much cum you caused to come out his dick, feeling awfully proud of yourself.

You get up from your knees and start kissing again, he brings you back to the counter you were originally sitting on and he toys with the waistband of your skirt. He pulls your skirt down and begins rubbing your pussy through your underwear, dragging his fingers along your slit and teasing you. You whimper as you buck your hips up, wanting to feel his fingers on your clit. He finally moves your panties to the side and starts rubbing his middle finger against your swollen clit.

“Damn, you’re wet as fuck…” he says, looking at your glistening, wet pussy. He circles your clit and spits on it, mixing your juices with his saliva. He then dips his finger inside your hole, you let out a moan as he starts pushing his finger in and out. The sound of his fingers going in your wet pussy sound so dirty yet so blissful. He kisses you as he keeps fingering you, spreading you open with another finger. You’re such a moaning mess and it’s all thanks to Han’s wonderful fingers. You were arching your back at the sensation you were feeling, his thumb is now rubbing your clit while two of his fingers are still inside. You wanted his cock so badly, but you were going to have to ask nicely for it.

“I need you…” you whine to Han, you don’t know why you were too shy to say what you needed the most though.

“Need what baby?” He asks with his fingers still deep inside your sopping cunt, you were aching for something bigger and it’s making you go crazy.

“Your cock… need your cock, please!” You practically beg at this point for it. Han’s smile grew wider as he saw how needy you were already acting for him.

“As you wish pretty girl,” he says, taking his fingers out and licking the juices off of them one by one. He takes his cock in his hand and rubs it along your folds, he feels how soaking wet you are and it’s already enough to make him want to burst. He doesn’t think he’s a fast cummer (is that a word?) but for you, he’d nut instantly. He slides his thick, long cock into your little pussy, making you audibly gasp in pain and pleasure.

The size of him is enough to make you want to never be able to walk again, but you think once he’s done with you he’ll be leaving you permanently bed ridden.

“Just relax baby, you can take it all trust me..” Han assures you as he continues to slide his length inside, your wetness mixed with the sounds of his dick makes for the perfect porn audio. Your legs were spreading wide open and rested on his shoulders, he was taking nice and slow strokes at first. He wants you to become more adjusted to his size, he’s finally able to get all of himself in. You look down at your stomach to see a giant bulge, his cock was so big that he practically took up half of your torso.

“Ready baby?” Han whispers in your ear, asking for the okay to start thrusting deeper into you. You nod as you were finally getting used to him, he goes a little faster and starts to build a steady pace. His cock is hitting the back of your walls nicely and you feel every inch of him inside you. The cross necklace he was still wearing dangled over you, which was pretty ironic for the sinful act you two were committing at the moment. Wrapping your arms around his neck as he moves deeper into you, stretching you out like the little whore you are. You feel yourself growing wetter with each thrust and he’s grabbing your waist tightly with both hands.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good… my god..” Han says moaning, his eyes are closed again as he keeps fucking your tight pussy. You took his cock so well, you were so proud of yourself.

“Your cock feels amazing daddy,” you whimper out to him as you continue moaning his name, feeling like you’re about to cum already. Han’s breath becomes more irregular and his strokes are getting messier, you can tell he’s reaching his climax as well.

“Let’s cum together.” Han coaxes, holding your hand while fucking into you, his cock fits all the way inside without hurting you now and all you feel is immense pleasure. You nod your head in agreement with him and focus on reaching your high. A wave of ecstasy washes over you as Han hits a certain spot in you, his dick is so big that it can reach little places you never felt before, it’s an incredible feeling. Your head swings back as you feel your orgasm approaching, you let out a few curse words and catch your breath. Han feels his release coming too and quickly pulls out, he pumps his cock for a little bit with his right hand and watches his load shoot out onto your stomach. He lets out an erotic groan as he finishes off his last bit of cum and strokes his cock a little more.

“Fuck that was the best sex I’ve ever had..” Han says while panting, grabbing your face to pull into you a breathless kiss.

“Yeah, that was definitely amazing,” you respond after pulling away, smiling at his first impressions of you.

It was now midnight and you were both exhausted, you two were too fucked out to do anything else and Han was way too tired to head home that night. You didn’t mind Han staying over at your place, to be honest, it felt pretty normal. As you both got into bed he gave you tons of forehead kisses and cradled you to sleep, his embrace felt safe and protecting. You never wanted to leave his presence and neither did he.

It was the early hours of the morning and the sun is beaming on your face through the sheer white curtains. You wake up to a familiar smell coming from your kitchen, it was the smell of eggs and pancakes cooking. You put on some clothes quickly to head to your kitchen, you see Han in nothing but his underwear cooking you breakfast. You looked at the clock and saw that it was only 7:04 am, how is he already awake at this time of the morning? You make your way on over to him and give him a chaste kiss, telling him good morning. He finishes up cooking and grabs some plates for the both of you. You couldn’t believe your eyes right now, your Tinder date that you just hooked up with last night is now cooking you breakfast. You want to feel like you’re living in a dream but the more you keep blinking the more real this situation feels.

“Ready to eat babe?” Han asks, handing you a plate full of food. You nod, still trying to process everything that’s going on but you don’t want to keep questioning it. You sit at the table with Han and eat your food. You both talk as though everything is normal, still making little jokes with each other like yesterday’s date. The food he made was pretty good and you were wondering what other hidden skills he may have been hiding. You’re now questioning what could be wrong with him since he’s so perfect, why hasn’t someone like him not been snatched up yet? As you finish eating you head back upstairs, Han follows you.

“What’re you doing?” You ask him, turning around to face him in confusion.

“Im just following where you’re going,” he admits sheepishly.

“But why?” You genuinely want to know why he’s considered still being here and isn’t fleeing after finally getting what he wanted.

“I want to stay here for a while,” he says while looking away at something else, he was a bit shy to ask if he could stay over for another day.

“For how long?” You ask, wondering if he’s serious about his infatuation with you.

“I- I don’t know, can I just stay for one more night? Please y/n?” He holds your hand, gently caressing and rubbing it.

You feel conflicted, on one hand you want someone you can feel connected to on a deeper level but the other hand is making you want to keep this relationship as no strings attached. You sigh as you see the glint in his eyes, his eyes were all it took for you to give into him.

“Okay” you say, he smiles as he hears your swift response. He presses a soft kiss against your lips and lets you lead the way back to your room.

Four days have passed and Han is still staying in your apartment with you. You decided you didn’t actually hate his company and that it was just the fear of commitment that made you reluctant. Han was different though, he brought a side out of you that no one else has. He brings you flowers, makes you laugh until your stomach hurts, listens to your problems/needs/wants/desires, shuts up when he’s supposed to, and does anything you say at the drop of a hat.

He’s the perfect guy for you and you met him on something you wouldn’t have tried if it wasn’t for your best friend. You’re still in shock by how you and Han are basically in a relationship now, I mean who stays at someone’s house for almost a week if they weren’t falling in love? You should be happy yet you’re nervous, you’re nervous about telling Ryujin, what if she thinks you’re moving too fast? You didn’t tell anyone about this “relationship” yet since you’ve never rushed into things this quickly with someone.

Han was a great person and you knew that with every fiber of your being, you just didn’t know if others would see that through just a few days of talking. You know you’re going to have to do it at some point since you’re actually thinking about getting serious with him. Han has been nothing more than amazing to you and if everyone else doesn’t see that then they’re crazy, you can’t convince everyone to like him but you start to feel as though it won’t be an issue for him. You think he’ll fit in just fine with everyone in due time ♡

FIRST TIME’S A CHARM.

this is smut, do not interact if under 18

pairing: sports au, football jock!boyfriend!han jisung x cheerleader!fem!reader genre/tags: smut, fluff, light angst (if you squint), reader is so in love with jisung it makes everyone sick, reader is a virgin, oral (f. receiving), fingering, piv, protected sex, use of pet names (baby, princess, etc.), typical nervousness of first time sex, cherry popping, multiple orgasms, spitting, dirty talk words: 5.1k

**old repost from my deleted blog

Feelings of melancholy plagued your heart this morning. You miss him. You want to touch him, talk to him, breathe the same air as him. Your boyfriend Han was your world. He hasn’t replied to your usual ‘good morning’ text yet and the waiting game was slowly eating you up. You have to get ready for cheer practice since tomorrow is game day but you were hoping that your boyfriend could walk you to the gymnasium. You dread going to practice sometimes but Han would always find a way to lift your spirits and make your mood instantly better.

“You need to give him some space y/n.. you know he’s busy, we can just walk together it’ll be fine!” Karina attempts to snap you into a reality check.

She was your roommate and also on your cheer team, she’s been one of your closest friends since you transferred to this school a few months ago.

“But he always walks with me! I’ll just wait for him to reply, what if he texts me while we’re walking there and then he-“

“Jesus Christ y/n, you should hear yourself talk the way you go on and on about this boy! Don’t you think you’re a little too obsessed?” Karina retorts, “Let’s get a move on, we don’t need to be late to practice for the third time in a row!”

Grabbing your arm in the process, Karina heads out the door with you to get going. You wanted to whine and complain some more but you decided to let it go since you don’t want to annoy your friend with anymore talk of your boyfriend. You could talk about him all day long, you never get sick of being around him, he’s just always so busy with football and other things that it’s hard to see him sometimes. Since the gym you were practicing at was near the football field, you’d hope to eventually run into him later.

Your boyfriend did ultimately text you back but not until your cheer practice was over. You kept messing up the routine and Mrs. Park, your coach was getting irritated by your lack of coordination.

“Y/n, what’s with you today?! I know you can do way better than this!” She snaps in front of everyone, your whole team was looking at you and the embarrassment fully sunk in.

You didn’t have much to say other than a simple “I’m sorry” and “I’ll try harder”, it was your fault that you let your inner thoughts cloud your ability of performing. You gave yourself a couple minutes to recuperate and stretch to join the team again, you couldn’t let them down since the stunt you had to do needed to be executed perfectly.

After cheer practice you read the texts Han sent you:

‘Heyyy babe, so sorry for the late reply :( I’ve been practicing all morning and didn’t get a chance to check my phone!’

‘I just finished, wanna meet in a bit? I’m with Chan and Changbin rn’

You were now grinning ear to ear from his reply, you’ve been waiting all day to see him. It didn’t take long for you to respond back to him enthusiastically.

‘Yes! Where are you??’

‘Still on the field but at the bleachers, meet me there’

‘Ok, coming now!!’

‘See you in a few ;)’

With almost lightning speed you make a dash for the locker rooms and changed out of your cheer clothes to go find your boyfriend. Karina wanted to tag along since she secretly has a crush on Changbin but doesn’t quite want to admit it just yet. Making your way to the football field, you see some figures in the distance sitting on the bleachers; presuming to be your boyfriend and his two friends. You picked up your pace practically sprinting at this point to go hug your boyfriend who was still in mid-conversation with Chan and Changbin. You didn’t even acknowledge or say hi to either of them, only focusing on the man in front of you now. You’ve been craving to see him all day and finally being able to hug him made the sadness you felt this morning dissipate.

“How’s my pretty princess feeling today?” Han says, still having you wrapped tight in a bear hug. His fingers stroked your hair as he felt you against him, words couldn’t describe how happy you were in this moment.

“I’m okay now that I’m with you!” You exclaim, nuzzling your chin into his broad shoulder.

Everytime he hugged or held you, it felt like the warmest place you could be. Nothing compared to his embrace, it electrified you in so many ways that couldn’t be spoken into words.

“Ugh! Could you guys get a damn room already? I’m sick of seeing you act all lovey dovey, makes me depressed that I’m still single!” Changbin teases the both of you. You know he was only joking but it made you want to be even more of a nuisance.

“Then turn around and look the other way, we’re not going anywhere!” Han fires back, now bringing his face towards you to kiss him. He plants his lips on yours and gives you a soft kiss, delighting you with the taste of his minty flavored chapstick.

“Mmm… that flavor tastes good Hannie, could kiss your lips all day!” You go back in for another kiss, completely forgetting that Chan, Changbin, and Karina were right there watching this whole thing go down.

“Alright, enough!” Chan interrupts you and your boyfriends almost near make-out sesh with a reminder of previous plans. “Are we still going back to my place for movie night? I didn’t buy popcorn and snacks for no reason!”

“Ah shit, I totally forgot about movie night…” Han face palms from the lack of remembrance.

“Can I join?!” You chime in, hoping that Chan will allow you in the group so you can spend more time with Han.

“Could I come too?” Karina asks, sitting next to Chan trying her best not to make eye contact with Changbin.

“Yeah sure, the more the merrier I guess!” He shrugs his shoulders.

You were glad Chan let the both of you come along since you didn’t know him that well, you only talked to him on a few different occasions but each time he seemed pretty chill. He was the football quarterback and was loved by pretty much the entire university, he was practically the leader of the football team and looked after everyone. Your boyfriend was also a very popular guy and was well-liked by all his pupils, he was a really good defense and took his athletic skills seriously. You were so proud of your boyfriend and everything that he’s accomplished so far.

“Alright, let’s get going shall we? My dorms not that far from here, should only be a 10 minute walk!” Chan says while standing up.

Everyone gets up from the bleachers to start heading in the direction of the dorms and Han takes your hand in his.

“You cold babe?” Han asks while walking, he sees you shivering a bit from the sudden cool breeze of the wind.

You were wearing a short sleeve t-shirt which probably wasn’t the best idea but you were rushing this morning. You simply nod your head to his ask, you could feel the goosebumps rising on your delicate skin.

“Don’t worry, here you go darling.” Han quickly takes the letterman varsity jacket off his body to bring onto yours. The jacket weighs you down a bit and it was completely drowning you but you didn’t care.

“You look so adorable in my jacket babe, always look so cute wearing my things.” He compliments you while holding your hand tighter.

You could smell Han’s scent on the fabric, everything about him felt like home to you. You’ve been dating for 4 months now, you transferred to this new university thinking you wouldn’t make any friends at all. As soon as you became a cheerleader Han noticed you straight away, he asked a few of the girls about you but you were new so they didn’t know much. He wanted to get to know you more so he went in to shoot his shot and ended up being successful, now you’re both dating and are essentially the school’s power couple. The most popular jock dating the new pretty cheerleader was the perfect recipe to get everyone around the school talking.

“We’re here guys!” Chan says while coming to a stop in front of the dormitory.

He opens the door to lead the way for you all and Han has his arms wrapped behind you plastering small kisses to your cheek. You giggle as you walk inside to see more people sitting on the couch. It was some more members from the football team who joined for movie night but you and Han weren’t actually planning to watch movies with the rest of them.

“Let’s go somewhere else, yeah?” Han whispers in your ear, his voice sending a chill down your spine.

You agree to his ask and Han tells everyone that you’ll both be back before the movie starts getting good. Chan couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the fact you both casually go into his room, he adds one last piece of advice, “make sure to use protection guys!”

Han doesn’t comment back at that, only reacting with a chuckle and heading towards the bedroom.

Chan’s room was your typical early twenties, frat-boy style living quarters. Clothes spread all on the floor, a couple posters adorned the walls, and the bed was unmade with a few textbooks on top. It was everything you’d imagine it would be, nothing in the slightest bit romantic.

“Wow, what a lovely choice to make our grand escape!” You said sarcastically, looking around at the tornado of a room it was.

“Hey, mine is way worse and you don’t even complain!” Han retorts, throwing the textbooks off the bed.

“That’s because I clean your room every time I come over!”

You sat on the bed with Han beside you, he snaked his arm over to wrap you into another tight hug. You feel the hardness of his chest against you and the sounds of his heartbeat produced butterflies in your stomach. You’ve been waiting to be alone with your boyfriend all day and now that the time has come you can’t keep your lips off him. You brought your face closer to his and sealed his lips to yours, his short brown locks tickled your forehead in the process.

You’ve been thinking about the next big step in your relationship— sex. Sex was what built the foundation of (most) relationships, it only proved how much you love your partner deeply. You wanted to give Han your everything, you’ve never wanted to do something more in your life. As you slowly break away from the kiss, you make sincere eye contact with your boyfriend, his eyes shown nothing but endearment for you.

“So I’ve been thinking about stuff lately…” you trailed your eyes away for a second, not feeling so confident in yourself anymore.

“Thinking about what?” He asks attentively, his eyes were still glued onto you, you could feel the intensity of his stare.

You had either two options: tell him how you really feel and what you actually want or you can save this for another time. You went with the latter and chose to keep it to yourself.

“Never mind… I’ll tell you later maybe, or another time.”

This doesn’t sit too well with Han. He likes when you’re open with him, honesty has always been a huge thing for him and when you act reclusive towards him he gets worried.

“No babe, just tell me. I promise I won’t judge you— I never do! I just want you to feel comfortable and be able to share anything with me.” His hand rubbed your thigh gently which made you feel more at ease and much calmer.

“I think I’m ready to take the next step with you.”

“Next step?” Han replies with confusion, “You mean as in like getting married? I think we’re a bit too young for that right no-“

“No Ji, I meant like I’m ready to have sex!” You finally admit, the look on his face became utterly priceless.

“Oh— really? What made you decide that?” He wonders curiously.

He knew for a long time that he was ready to have sex with you but just never mentioned it until you gave him the green light. He’s never pressured you into doing anything you didn’t want to do, make-out sessions with him would get super hot and heavy sometimes but that still didn’t stop him from not pushing your boundaries. He knew you were a virgin and that it would take time for you to make a decision as the relationship progresses.

“I just love you so fucking much Ji, I wanna give you my whole body, want you to be my first.” You bring your hand to his, moving it to your breasts for him to feel you.

His hand squeezes your boob gently, causing you to gasp at the light action. He cups his whole hand around it and juggles it in his palm, smiling at your beauty.

“You have the most perfect tits.” Han says in almost a whisper, still admiring your presence.

Both of his hands now playing with your boobs as he massages them through your t-shirt, you couldn’t help but go back and kiss his soft lips. The kiss grew more passionate as time went on, you couldn’t stop kissing those precious lips of his, you wanted your face attached to his 24/7. You got on top of him now, tangling your fingers through his luscious hair whilst your tongues glide against each other. He removed one of his hands from your breast to go grab your ass, squeezing your left cheek firmly.

“Lay on your back princess” Han says, instructing you as you lye back down on the bed. You aren’t sure what he has in mind but it can’t be anything innocent.

“What do you want to do to me?” You ask, pressing your thighs together to feel something.

“I want to make you feel really good…” He continues in a sultry tone, “I’m going to make you feel so amazing baby.”

His mouth goes back onto yours, kissing almost roughly this time. Something was taking over your boyfriend and it was turning you on incredibly. He plastered a few more wet kisses to your chin and neck, leaving trails of his glistening saliva all over you. Not a doubt was going through your mind, just undying love and devotion to your boyfriend.

“I love you so much y/n, you know that?” Han says reassuringly, you know he loves you but hearing it still made your heart flutter every time.

“I love you so much Hannie!” You probably loved him more than yourself at this point.

His hands roamed your half naked body once he rid you of your t-shirt and sports bra. His soft, tender touch was enough to drive you crazy and he’s barely done anything yet. You held your breath as his fingers danced across your skin, your brain was completely fuzzy and only filled with desire. You tugged at the end of his shirt so he could take it off and he obliged, pulling it from the top and lifting it over his head. You get a full clear view of body, that beautiful body of his, you wonder how a man can be shaped so gracefully. He had the most broad shoulders, chiselled abs and muscles, but his waist was so pretty and tiny. It didn’t make sense how one could be built such a way but he was perfect, his physique truly mesmerized you.

You go in to feel his muscles, his biceps were absolutely to die for, every time he flexed you swear you could hear your kitty purring down there. He was just so hot, you needed to taste each and every inch of him.

“Want you so bad…” you trace the lines of body, fully enamored by your gorgeous boyfriend.

“I’m all yours babe.”

Han lazily brung his hand to the waistband of your pants, fumbling with the button to take them off but was struggling a bit.

“Here, let me help you.” You guide him in the right direction and he successfully unbuttons them.

Once your pants are off he slides your underwear down past your knees, his face lights up at the sight beneath him. You were nervous but didn’t want to tell him that incase he stops, feeling a lump in your throat now forming.

“Let me know if you want me to stop at anytime.” You loved that he was always making sure you were 100% okay with everything he did.

You nod and let him continue doing his thing, he captures his lips with yours one more time before a hand creeps up your inner thigh. His fingers lightly brush your folds and you shudder from the sensitivity. He smirks into the kiss as he presses a single digit against it, gathering your slick nicely.

“Your pussy feels so wet, I can’t wait to be inside you darling.” Han says after parting from the kiss.

His finger glides between your wet folds, feeling your warm juices gush onto him. He makes a V shape with his fingers to spread you open now, getting a better look at your heat. He licks his lips at the sight, wanting nothing more than to get a taste of you. He inches his head closer to your core and spits on it, watching the saliva run down as he licks a long, slow stripe to your cunt.

His mouth becomes suctioned to your clit as he runs his tongue all over it, slobbering against you whilst holding your hips in place.

“Fuck! So good, so good, so good…” you couldn’t stop moaning, the pleasure was just hitting you all at once.

Your eyes were about to roll to the back of your head and your legs were shaking from Han’s insane pussy eating skills. You felt your chest cave in from all the intense pleasure and just when you thought it couldn’t get any better than this, you were in for hell of a treat. One of his digits entered you, now fingerfucking you. You elicit another moan for him as his tongue picks up a quicker pace, his tongue flicks your nub viciously. His finger slips in and out slowly and adds another digit to make you gasp louder. The feeling of your boyfriend stretching you out for him was amazing, you felt your release coming by the second.

“I- I feel weird Ji..” you try to explain how you feel right now but you just can’t describe it. It felt as though you had to pee but you know you didn’t actually need to.

“It’s okay princess, it’s normal. Trust me, just let go. I promise you’ll feel so much better after baby.” He stopped what he was doing for a moment to encourage you.

His words made you instantly let go, you whimpered from the feeling of his mouth on your clit again. You rocked your hips forward to grind against him while he ate you out, playing with his hair and slightly pulling it once you felt yourself cumming. Your hips shook rapidly around him, his eye contact never broke off with you and it made you lose your mind. You mumble under your breath, trying your best to contain your orgasm but everything came crashing down violently. Han could taste your sweet essence on his tongue as he lapped up all your juices, not letting any of you go to waste. He kept himself buried between your shaky legs and pulled his fingers out, leaving you with an empty feeling.

“You ready for my cock babe?” He finally lifts his head up from your dripping cunt, his face fully soaked from the action he just performed.

“Yes, need you so bad Ji.. want you to pop my cherry.”

You looked at him with the most seductive eyes, he bit down his lip at what you just said. You know exactly how to make him feel the most special, he was special to you though, this whole moment meant everything to you.

“I’ll be gentle with you princess, I’ll try and make this as painless as possible for you.” He kisses your forehead and captures your lips in his.

He gets up momentarily to go find a condom in one of Chan’s drawers and quickly comes back. He undoes his pants to pull them off along with his boxers, opening the wrapper with his teeth and pulling the condom out to slide it on.

“I don’t usually like condoms,” Han explains “but since this is our first time I don’t want to scare you.”

You giggle at that comment, you don’t know the first thing about sex and all of this is so new to you. You’re just glad you have an experienced boyfriend that can help make this easier for you, it made you feel a lot less awkward.

“I guess I’ll have to get on birth control soon then?” You were willing to do anything for him at this point.

“It’s your body y/n, I’m not going to tell you what to do. You make your own choices.”

It was sweet how even right now he’s only thinking about how you feel, he really does care so much about you. Han repositioned himself to be between your legs again, his cock was now pressed along your folds. He gives you another kiss before asking one last time,

“You ready to do this?”

“Yes! Please hurry, I’m getting impatient!” You whine, wanting to finally feel what it’s like to take dick.

“Okay, okay, I’m just making sure you really want to do this!”

He rubs his cock against you, sliding it up and down to collect more of your wetness. You bite down on your lip, waiting for the real moment to transpire. His hand rests on the end of his cock, guiding it to your entrance, he prods your hole gently. A rush of pain inflicts your body from the feeling of just the tip stretching you, you could only close your eyes at the sensation.

“Let me know if I’m hurting you at all.” Han continues pushing himself in.

The more he inched inside you, the more painful it became. It felt as though your whole body was on fire, everything felt so strange to you. You endured the pain in hopes of it becoming better soon, you didn’t want to worry your boyfriend. You feel the size of his cock growing in you, the constant throbbing was making you dizzy. You held onto him tightly, not wanting to let ever go of him. You clench around him as he attempts to fully fit his entire cock but you wince at only half of him inside you.

“Fuck, you alright baby? Did I hurt you?” He studies you with concern, stopping immediately to gauge your body language.

“You’re so fucking tight, even though you’re soaking wet I can still barely fit my cock inside.”

Your face turns red as a tomato, you don’t know what to say and you’re getting too flustered.

“Awe, is my little princess feeling nervous? I told you it’s okay, I’ll be here with you every step of the way, I got you.”

He holds your hand in his, tentatively caressing the inside of your palm, he brings your hand up to kiss it and gave you a warm smile. He continues sliding more of his cock in and is eventually able to get most of himself settled. Your mouth is wide open once he begins slowly thrusting in you. The pain was starting to go away now, just slightly. You focus on the feeling of his length in you, you try to relax your muscles the best way you could. You feel so full, so stuffed, his cock fully immersed in your sweet cunt.

“You feel so good around me princess, just wanna fuck your tight pussy all night long..” he groans while picking up his pace, the discomfort comes back to you now, you wriggle around to make the burning sensation go away.

“Is it supposed to feel like this Ji?” You croak, trying your best to be good for him.

You know that Han would never judge you but you still felt insecure about your performance in the bedroom.

“It’s only going to hurt for a little bit, just keep thinking about me darling, think only thoughts of me.”

You can feel a knot in your stomach form now, his cock slamming into you deeply was making you see stars. You gnaw at his neck to bite down softly, you couldn’t hold in your emotions anymore. The pain was now fully gone again, the intense pleasure washing over you like a tsunami. You kept your eyes tightly shut to feel all of him, focusing on what he told you when he said to think only thoughts of him.

“Your cock feels good Ji, I love how feel inside me!” You cry out to him, arching your back against the bed.

You’ve never felt anything like this before, it all felt too good to be real. He increases his rhythm as he thrusts into you, fucking into your little virgin cunt harder. Your pussy twitches around his cock, you feel that need to pee like when he was eating you out.

“I- I think I’m gonna… cumming…” you could barely get a coherent sentence out. All you could do was continue digging your nails in his back and moan out his name.

“You gonna cum for me princess? Do it. Want us to cum together for our first time.” Han throws his head back as he keeps fucking you. He was bucking his hips in a sloppier motion now, indicating that he was getting close like you. It only took a few more pumps of his cock to get you to form a large ‘O’ with your mouth, your jaw stayed locked in place. Your walls contract around his thick cock and you gasped for air as you lose your breath.

“Ah, fuck y/n!” Han almost says with a growl, his chest feels heavy as he releases his load into the condom.

He continues thrusting slowly into you while gently massaging your breasts. You let go and feel your second orgasm approach, feeling waves of ecstasy throughout your whole body. You were both heavily panting, staring at each other with nothing but complete passion. Han collapses onto you, his sticky and sweaty body rested on yours. His cock was still buried in your cunt, you didn’t want this moment to ever be over.

“So how would you rate your first time?” Han asks while propping his head up, “on a scale of 1 to 10?”

“I’d say a 100/10, I’ll remember this day forever.”

You snuggle up against him, completely forgetting that you had your first time with Han in Chan’s bedroom.

“Well… maybe it could’ve been better if we did this in our rooms.”

“I agree, but hey there’s always next time!” Han finally pulls out of you and notices tiny droplets of blood on the condom.

“Oh my god babe, I popped your cherry!”

You were shocked that even happened since you didn’t feel anything inside you tearing, guess it was a myth that you could feel your cherry pop. Han looked so stoked by this discovery and you wish you could engrain the look on his face in your brain. You just giggle at his actions and give him another chaste kiss, cuddling with him and forgetting the rest of the world around you.

“I think we should head back out soon, they’re probably thinking what the hell we’ve been doing in here for so long.” Han gets up from the bed to go and put his clothes back on.

“I hope we weren’t too loud!” You say, grabbing your clothes to get changed too.

“If they heard us don’t worry about it, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. They’ll probably congratulate me by how much noise you were making!”

You blush once again by what he said, you can’t believe you just lost your virginity, you don’t feel any different physically but you feel way closer to your boyfriend than ever before. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world to have such a loving, healthy, and supportive relationship. Han Jisung really was the light of your life.

Coming out of Chan’s room felt the walk of shame. You couldn’t face any of his friends or Karina in the living room, they all instantly turned their heads to face you. Changbin started clapping loudly and everyone else followed suit after, you knew this was going to be embarrassing but this just felt like pure torture.

“Congratulations bro! It was about time you finally both got some!” Han’s friend/teammate Minho shouts.

Your biggest fear came true, everyone heard absolutely everything.

“Did you guys really have to fuck in my bed though? I just washed those sheets last week!” Chan exclaimed, giving him the evil eye.

“Hey, I don’t kiss and tell! Whatever happened in that room stays in that room.” Han brings his hand to his lips to make it look like he sealed them.

All the guys keep teasing him and you couldn’t stop blushing, maybe you should’ve waited to have sex in one of your dorms since Chan will probably never let him live this one down.

“You missed the movie anyway, might as well just leave and go for round 2!” Chan jokes.

“That actually doesn’t seem like a bad idea… thanks. Let’s go y/n!” Han links your arm around his and speed walks out the door.

Now that you were no longer a virgin, it didn’t feel all that odd to you as you thought it would be. It actually felt nice knowing you lost it to someone you love so much, someone you care so deeply out. It may not have been in the most romantic atmosphere which you’ve always pictured losing your virginity in a much better setting. However, you’ll cherish this special day with Han because even if it wasn’t the ideal scenery you had in mind, it was still a reminder that you had such a strong, beautiful connection with your lover.

hiii, im back again!! I’m totally inlove with your part 2 of the bet !! I just thought of another angst (I know sorry 😭) but what about stray kids pushing reader away, avoiding them at all costs because of something (idk😭) and reader thought the wrong idea and started to overthink but reader ended up going on a walk but ran into a friend and started to talk to them, not noticing the time, the sun setting, And their phone blowing up with miss calls and messages from their lover. They totally forgot about everything. Then reader finally heads home after their friend telling them they have to go and once they walk in they see their worried/sobbing significant other.

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sry that this took so long anon😭I've just been real lazy as always

Needed Space

Pairing: Han Jisung x gn!reader Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/comfort Warnings: Yelling, crying, language, i think that's it Summary: You give Han the space he wanted so badly and he grows worried. A.N.: Hehe 🧈 anon…. I got lazy again as u can see but I’m finally done😭

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This was the week of the comeback so you knew it’d be busier and Han would be more stressed. But even so, you didn’t expect him to distance himself this far.

It got to the point where only a few words were exchanged and you only saw him about twice a week.

One day, Han decided to take a quick break. It wasn’t really a break since he was still working on different pieces of music, but at least he got to stay at home.

“Hey… Hannie? Have you had something to eat yet?” You timidly asked as you stepped into the room. “Hi, baby. I’ll eat in a bit. Just let me finish this real quick.” You softly sigh, walking up to him and made him look at you. “You already said that hours ago. You need some food in your system to finish your work.”

He shoved you away, nearly knocking you off you’re feet. “Look. I already told you I’ll eat later! I don’t have time to humor you so just leave me the fuck alone.” Your boyfriend didn’t even spare you another look before returning to his work.

You could only nod your head slowly. You slipped out of the room and grabbed your things. You knew he was just stressed but you couldn’t help the tears that pricked your eyes.

You thought about tell Han that you’d be out for a minute, but he did tell you to leave him alone. So you just left the house. ~~~ You didn’t even notice the amount of time that had passed until the sun began to set. Your phone had died a while back but you wanted to spend a bit more time by yourself.

Seeing the sun set, you knew it was time to finally return home. You hoped that Han would have cooled down down by the time you got back.

You didn’t really want to return to an angry Han so you trudged your way home. The pebbles and leaves seemed so much more interesting all of a sudden.

There was still a good distance between you and your home when you heard someone running towards you. Your terrified eyes quickly softened when a very disheveled Han stopped in front of you.

He wrapped his arms around you and cried into your shoulder. Pushing you away a bit roughly, checking your sides to make sure you weren’t injured.

“Wh-where were you? I got so scared.” He asked, still worried.

Your eyes held the softest comfort in you for him. “I was just at the corner cafe, baby.”

“We’re you going to leave me? I saw that all your most important assets were gone and I began to think that I finally scared you away for good.” He threaded his fingers through his hair rapidly before continuing to ramble to you. “I didn’t mean to yell at you, sweetheart. I was just so so stressed and frustrated. I know that’s no excuse to treat you the way I did. But I’m just trying to explain to you because… because… because I’m scared you’ll leave me and I just really want you to stay by my side.”

“Hannie…”

“Please don’t leave me…”

“Hannie…”

“I’ll do anything.”

“Hannieeee….”

“You mean everything to me and I really don’t want to lose you.”

“Hannie!!”

He slightly jumped as his eyes met yours. “Y-yes?”

“You’re rambling again. It’s fine. I know you were stressed and that’s why I gave you the space to calm down. You mean a lot to me and I wouldn’t risk losing you over a small argument.”

Han let out a breath of relief with a smile before hugging you. “Thank you for forgiving me. I’m so sorry. I can’t promise but I’ll try to be better for you.”

The two of you walked back home together. You were glad that he was by your side and so was he.

Want cute? 🐈

Whatever you want

Req by @intrikatie

Pairings: Minsung (It is not mentioned as a ship,you can put it as whatever you want but i think its best friends.i guess.)

Genre: Fluff,comfort,a tiny bit angst if you squint

Summary: finally a day off at the beach. Minho and jisung are looking forward to some peace and fun. just lots of silly little cutie fluff

a/n:a little minsung drabble ( i wanted to post it at stay birthday,but i weren't feeling well so i post it today,one day later <3) requested by @intrikatie. Hope you like it! As always take care of yourself,go drink some water and have a great day.💖

"Give me ten more minutes"Minho whines. "No min,you already had twenty minutes to say bye to soonie,doongie and dori.its only a day" Jisung said,rolling his eyes.He had a annoyed undertone in his voice,also if he couldn't entirely hide that he found it cute when minho got all clingy and whiny about his cats.Especially since he usually wasn't very affectionate. Jisung pulled minho to his feet and dragged him to the car.Minho tried to free himself from jisungs grip,wanting to kiss his cats one last time.

"Nooo,my babies will miss me! I love you soonie doongie and dori!" He screams through the last open door slot.Jisung giggles and opens the car door.He sits down in the driversseat with a amused smile.With a pout minho sits down besides him,crossing his arms.Jisung only gigles at that.

"They will miss their dad"

"They will survive"

"I wanna drive"

"We talked about that"

"I hate you.and the babies hate you too." minho says stubbornly,looking through the window.

"I know you don't" Han giggles,squishing minhos cheeks.

"Yah!Look at the street!"

Jisung only continues giggling at minhos pouty attitude.He knows that he is looking forward to a day at the beach just as much as himself.They could relax,have fun and enjoy the warm,sunny weather,wich was a welcome change to all the stress

When they were at the beach jisung parked.Minho jumped out of the car,pulling the bags they brought out. Jisung also got out.he inhaled deeply.the fresh ocean breeze was relaxing and felt good in his usually always stressed mind. Minho pinched his side. "Ready to go down to the beach,or do you need time to process the air cause you don't know how it is outside the studio?"Minho smirks and runs down on the sandy beach.Jisung yells after him,following him with tiny runs. He acts annoyed as always but he enjoys finally seeing minho relax too.The comeback was exhausting for them all,and they all spent a lot of work and effort into it.It was a big relief that they had done it now,and that stays liked it so much. The others stayed at the dorms,wanting to do a live later.

When jisung approached minho he was laying the picnic blanket they brought,down on the warm sand. Jisung started packing out the food (Minho insisted on cooking himself besides bringing little snacks) and his little digitalcamera. "You still have this little thing?Isn't the quality extremly low?" Minho asks,taking out the ramen he had made earlier.

"Yeah but low quality is the best quality.It gives the pictures a little vintage touch."Jisung prudly says,standing up to take a picture of the ocean with his camera.Minho pats at the place he sat before and says: "Sit down sungie,i wanna eat and if you dont take your ramen i will eat them myslef." Jisung quickly sits down and takes the little box of noodles minho gives him.

They both quietly eat,looking at the soothing waves.

After a while minho speaks up: " Also if my babies will miss me the day long,this is really nice. Relaxing now that the comeback is finished. To just sit here and not having to do something for the camera" Jisung finishes his ramen and smiles at him. "You are right min.but you now when you won't be so relaxed anymore?" Minho looks confused now,but before he can answer something jisung jumps up,takes his shirt off and runs towards the water. "When i win the race who is first at the water."he yells,laughing. Minho doesn't hesitate to also take his shirt off and chase after jisung. They both land in the cool waves,laughing and almost choking at the water.

They splashed water at each other,not noticing that they went further and further into the deep water.Suddenly a big wave came.It was quick there and minho and jisung got pressed underwater.Minho immediately came back to the surface of the water.He coughed a bit and almost started laughing again but then he noticed that jisung was nowhere in sight.He looked around,but when jisung wasn't anywhere near to find minho got a bad feeling.

"Sungie? Han?" anxiety immediately filled his body.that couldn't happen...

He didn't hesitate when he dived into the water. He opened his eyes and after a few seconds he saw jisung.His foot was stuck betweent two rocks and he was anxiously trying to free himself.Minho dived down.His own air was getting less to but somehow he managed to pull the rock away,and jisung back to the surface.They dragged themself back to the warm sand.

Jisung coughed a little bit water out,that he swallowed when he panicked.

"Are you okay hannie? Oh god i was so scared.W-when the wave came and pulled us u-underwater and i immediately was at the surface again,but you w-weren't near and i...i thought you drowned or w-worse and-"

Jisung stopped the anxious rambling from minho, by putting his hand over minhos mouth.

"Min it's okay,i'm fine alright?" Jisung said with his voice a bit hoarse from the salt water but a smile in it.

Minho let out a shaky exhale,noticing he hadn't breathed. He leaned nearer to jisung,who wrapped his arms around him.

"Why are you comforting me now?"Minho asks skeptically,but laying down his head on jisungs shoulder.He was glad nothing happened to jisung.

Jisung chuckled. "You are like a little cat,you always need comfort and someone who tells you that things are alright"

Minho snorted. A little cat? Jisung had a courage to say that.He was the one always acting like a baby.Altough minho liked being a bit babied and cared for secretly.

They both went back to their things.trying to dry their clothes.After a good sun bath,one more snack time and a bunch of jokes it's time to go home.

"It's getting dark we should drive back to the dorms"Minho says,starting to pack up the things. Han nods and also starts packing things.But then he remembers something. "Min!Will you make a pic with me with the digitalcamera? I make pictures with is since our debut so i can remember every good moment we all have." Minhos gaze softens when he sees the excitement so bright in jisungs eyes. He sits down besides jisung,and together they make a few pictures,of them with the ocean on it. Jisung kindly smiles when he looks through the photos. He loved collecting memories. At the sight of him smiling at simple photos made minhos heart melt.Jisung was a pure guy.

but suddenly minho gets distracted.Jisung almost had a heart attack when suddenly minho jumped up and ran a few steps and then crouched down in the sand.

Oh no.Jisung knew that pose.It was his look-what-a-cute-cat-i-found pose.That meant they wouldn't be able to drive home for the next thirty minutes.

"Give me the cat food from my jacket"Minho demands and jisung sighs and walks over to him and the cat, with the food.

Minhos eyes sparkle.It looks like suddenly the cat put a thousands stars in them.Exactly like when jisung looks at his pictures. Jisung had to hold back his laughter,minhos felt the same with cats that he felt when he looked at memories.he really could be a weird but a really kind guy. But also,Jisung liked when his eyes were like this.They looked deeper than the deepest spot in the ocean,prettier than all the stars on the sky.Jisung would give the world just so that spark never gets lost.Jisung smiled and looked at the cat.

"It's really cute"

"Yeah right?! I wanna take it home but soonie doongie and dori don't want another brother." Minho says with excitement but thena little pout steals its way on his face. Jisung only laughs at it. "Come on min,you fed the cat well,it will survive but your real babies miss you.or did you forget them already?" Jisung faked a dramatic gasp. " I will drive home alone then and give them to felix." He said,sounding sad and dramatic. He walked to the car but minho ran after him,getting in first.

"Noone trades my cats."

Jisung laughs at the pouting boy.

"Whatever you want min."

We're not better off as friends.

Pairing: Han Jisung x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.4k

Summary: after months of basically drifting apart, your best friend asks you to come with him to his family's cabin and on the first night, things already take an unexpected turn, leaving you questioning if friends is all you want to be.

Warnings/Tags: non!idol au, best friends to lovers (sorta), reader's first time, semi-angst, semi-fluff, explicit content, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, slight dirty talking, somewhat praising, Han's pull out game is pretty good.

SMUT WARNING MDNI

Ever since the day you were paired up with Han for a grade 6 science project, the two of you were inseparable. At first, he was awfully annoying because he refused to leave you alone at recess, but it wasn't until you actually asked him, way too harshly, why the hell he didn't go and bother someone else, that you found out why. 

You'll never forget the way he looked at you that day when he said you're his only friend. You were guilt-ridden and disgusted with yourself for how you treated him. You were a friend in his eyes but to you, he was just plain annoying, so you took him under your wing the very next day. 

You discovered things in Han during your ever-growing friendship that you'd never seen or known from anyone else you've ever met, things that made you feel like you really picked up a good package of a best friend. 

He was supportive of everything you did, even when he didn't agree with it. He made you feel like your feelings were valid no matter how many outbursts he fell victim to, and he never ever, not once, made you question his loyalty towards you. 

In the middle stages of high school, just like every other girl who was straight and had a guy best friend, you also woke up one day and found him to be somewhat attractive. Which was purely hormones because when you look back at the yearbook, he wasn't nearly as mind-blowing as he is today. 

But nevertheless, something about him gave you excited little shivers whenever he came over, a warm, fluttering in your belly igniting when he gave you a hug or when you guys had sleepovers and he'd refuse to sleep alone in the guest room. 

Your parents loved him, and his loved you too so there was never anything strange about the two of you sleeping in the same bed, but for you, it was pure torture to feel his body up against yours if he spooned you when you knew you would never be able to satisfy your attraction for him. 

High school came and went, and you found yourself settling into the realization that things with Han would never develop into anything more, which was a sad and disappointing reality but one you had to face nonetheless, and when college came and the two of you split up to different campuses, that's when you started exploring. 

You didn't go through a phase like your other friends did; you didn't feel the need to fuck everything that moved. You had your few boyfriends, whom you made to wait many, many lonely nights until you allowed them to even try anything with you. Only one made it past second base, also known as making out, and it wasn't a pleasant experience anyway. 

You felt chemistry with him, but for some stupid reason, none of them matched the attraction you had towards Han. It had nothing to do with their looks, they just didn't make you feel as safe and accepted as Han did. So in order to stop trying to fill the void, you gave up on dating and enjoyed the single life. 

You and Han still met up regularly, and by the sounds of it, his experience in the dating realm was very much like yours, except the major difference being that he had a lot more relationships than you did, but he could never provide you a reason why he didn't just stick to being single. 

It didn't make him an asshole surprisingly, but it did make him distant. He became less affectionate with you whenever he was in a relationship, which you told him you understood and respected, but of course, the little girl in you missed those cuddles with your best friend. You held onto those moments when they did occur though in the few times he was single throughout that time period of his young adult life. 

But during your and Han's second year in college, he changed. Not just physically going from a bit scrawny and more bone than flesh to working out every day and building a body Calvin Klein would want as their front cover, but also internally. 

Han started to enjoy being by himself. He didn't feel the need to be in any kind of relationship to feel better about himself and his confidence grew enough for him to be sure of who he is, without being a dickhead about it. 

You were glad he'd found contentment, and you were even more glad that he was glowing as a person. But even though it's been 8 months since his last relationship, Han hasn't been as affectionate as he always was with you, and it broke your heart to see him preferring to sleep on the couch than in your bed when he came over. 

You weren't sure why he'd changed, and you weren't sure you wanted to know either. You'd also…changed throughout the years, but besides your boobs getting bigger, gaining some form of body shape, and not wearing your hair in a bun every day, you were basically the same. 

You tried reaching out to Han, inviting him to festivals and camping with your other mutual friends, but he always rejected it. Until he finally reached out one day and asked if you'd like to go with him to his parent's house back home. 

You grabbed at the opportunity the moment it rose, saving up enough from your sideline hustle working down at the coffee shop on weekends to be able to pay for your flight and help towards groceries. The trip was set out for a month before he told you but you found yourself counting down the days till you could see him. 

You were incomprehensibly shaken by how much he had changed when you met up with him at the airport the morning of your flight. His hair wasn't straight or black as you last remembered it, it was blonde instead and even a bit longer than you recall. His skin was beyond flawless, not a single scar of acne, which you always envied of him. 

His body had changed even more than you could remember, you felt it when he wrapped his arms around you in greeting how much stronger they'd become, how defined his chest was, and just how tiny his waist really was. 

He looked phenomenal with his black jeans and tucked-in vest that looked like it could've been another layer of skin, and his jewelry topped it off in ways you didn't know would look as good as it did on him. 

Glimpses of the old Han appeared on your trip. He hugged you more than once, and he even stayed close beside you when walking through the flood of people to the boarding gate. He carried your duffle bag and he spoke almost as much as he used to. But something about him was still holding back, you just couldn't figure it out yet, but hopefully, the time away from the norm would relax him enough to open up to you. 

The flight was long and rather exhausting, but fun nonetheless because you had good company beside you. You and Han spent most of the time talking about what you'd been getting up to the last while. You discovered that Han did change a lot, even his eyes seemed to sparkle differently than they used to, but it wasn't entirely a bad thing. 

You found yourself getting sleepy after hours of talking and unknowingly rested your head on his shoulder when you fell asleep. You woke up to a stretched neck muscle, but feeling Han's warmth spread to your body under the blanket he must've thrown over you two, did a great job lulling you back to sleep again, you faintly remember the tingling feeling of his hand resting on your knee. 

Han’s parents hadn’t changed since you last saw them two years ago, but you could tell they were getting older. They were welcoming as always, immediately inviting you in for dinner even if you and Han were going to be sleeping in the cabin just a few yards away from the main property. His mom told you you’d grown up so beautifully since she last saw you, and so did his dad, and when you mindlessly looked across the table, Han was already looking at you with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“How’s it feel to be back home?” You ask Han as you walk onto the porch of the cabin you’re going to be sleeping in. The sun was about to dive under the horizon, the air cool and crisp.

You know it shouldn’t have made your stomach churn when you opened the door and saw only one double bed in the open-plan cottage, but somehow, maybe due to the unsettling distance Han has shown to you the last while, it was almost nerve-wracking to think about sharing a bed with someone you don’t even hug that much anymore, let alone share a room with for a week. 

“Feels good, I missed my parents,” He replies, straightening up and clearing his throat the moment you brush his shoulder. 

You glance over the green hills forming waves on the surface of the earth in front of you. The house is located in one of the most tropical parts of the country, and it has the prettiest view from up here in the mountains. 

“I missed you.” 

Han’s words make you face him, the depth of his eyes when he looks at you causing an awkward bubbling to arise in your throat, and you instantly reach out to nudge his arm with your fist as you chuckle, “Missed you too, Hannie.” 

You couldn’t understand why you were feeling so awkward. You were never the type to struggle with nervousness or awkwardness, but yet here you are, struggling to even look Han in the eyes as you settle down for the night. 

You'd taken a shower and put on your pajamas, joining him on the bed as he lay scrolling through his phone that he clicked off the moment you joined him. Your eyes drifted to his arms momentarily, and then up to his bare shoulders, your core pulling tight at the realization that he's topless. 

"You okay?" He asks, his voice bringing your eyes to the warmth of his. They widen when his eyes fall to your silk tank top busy slipping down your shoulder, the curve of your breast peeking out. 

You mumble a mhm, turning on your side to face the opposite way. You're just going to have to stick it out by avoiding him physically - at least just for tonight while your hormones are being so inconsiderate.

The room darkens as Han switches off the bedside lamp and you feel the bed dipping as he shuffles into place, a relieved sigh escaping from your chest. But then you hear the ruffling of the sheets behind you, and then the careful fingertips walking over your waist. 

"Can I hold you?" He whispers, his voice closer than you thought. A smidget of your sanity screams not to let him hold you - you don't trust yourself enough and the idea of going to bed with soaked panties makes you cringe. Still, the majority of your shameless insanity wins and you lift yourself to be brought flush to his bare chest as his strong arms curl around you and pull you closer. 

Your breath gets stuck in your throat when you feel him against you. His warm chest solid and firm behind you, his arm heavy and secure in the way it holds you in place. You wish your body wouldn't react this way to something you used to platonically do every single weekend, but your core leaves you devastated by the way your thighs slip over each other already. 

"You sure you're okay?" He asks again, "You're so tense." 

Fuck. 

" 'm fine," Your voice is a little bit more strangled than you thought but you hope it's enough to deter him from your deceiving body language. 

"I'm sorry I haven't been myself with you lately," He sighs, his voice is gentle, his breath warm against the back of your neck running shivers down your spine, "I just- it's hard for me sometimes." 

His fingers innocently play with the hem of your shirt while you try to remember how to focus on his words. The stupid crush you've harbored for your best friend since high school that you were absolutely certain had disintegrated, reappearing so rapidly in the past few hours that you wonder if it ever left at all and if the distance was just making you focus on something else instead. 

"It-it's okay Hannie," You manage once you've finally taken a few breaths, "People change all the time. I'm just glad I could be here with you now." 

Han is quiet after that, and you wonder if he's actually fallen asleep even though his heartbeat against your back is still loud as thunder. 

"Can I ask you something?" You whisper, refusing to turn around but allowing your fingers to reach down to his forearm, gently grazing over his silky skin. 

"Mhm?" His breathing is deeper than it was moments ago, and you hear him swallowing when you shift yourself to be able to lean up slightly.

"Why did you drift away from me?" 

He takes a moment before he answers, his voice barely a whisper, "Guilt, I guess." 

"I missed you when we separated for college. Not having you around had me searching for someone else to make me feel the same way you did. I kept looking, but none of them passed the test I didn't even know I put out. Until I realized that it was because they weren't you. But at that point, I also realized that I hurt you with how I was behaving, I knew it hurt when I became distant; I didn't know how to say sorry or fix it, so I guess I just decided to stop searching and wait." 

His words feel like an anchor in your chest, the unspoken apology for the hurt you didn't know he noticed instantly lightening the somewhat hidden disappointment you felt towards him. 

You realize something in his words, the confession to the very same thing you'd been struggling with during all of your relationships too, "What do you mean no one made you feel the same way I did? How do I- I mean, how did I make you feel?" 

Han's breathing stills, his body gradually tensing behind you, "Not how a best friend should."

You frown, finally turning over so that you can see him, not realizing how close he actually is to you. You can see his eyelashes casting shadows over the apples of his cheeks as he looks down at you, his hair lazily draped over his forehead. 

"What do you mean?" Your voice is gentle, careful not to break the crystal clear webs of electricity you feel between the two of you when your faces are this close to each other, your legs intertwined and your chests nearly touching, briefly wondering if you're the only one who feels it between the two of you. 

Han's hand finds yours underneath the covers and he turns it to place it flat on his chest, the rapid drumming of his heartbeat tapping on the heated pad of your palm. 

"Is-is this normal?" He asks, his eyes flickering between yours at the speed of light, big boba eyes widening. 

You chuckle at him, he's never failed to be cute even in the most heartfelt of moments, and bring a smile to your face. He chuckles with you after a few moments, until you catch his eyes looking down at your lips, his legs curling around yours even tighter as he hesitantly draws you closer. 

The air is deafeningly silent, the only sound being your breathing and the creatures of the night buzzing with life. 

“I’ve also started to feel guilty because of how hot I think you are,” He whispers, and even though you don’t want it to, a nervous giggle breaks through your chest. 

“Me? You think I’m hot?” 

“Are you kidding? You’ve had one of the best glow-ups I’ve ever seen. You turn me on way too much for me not to feel guilty about it. Which is partly why I just stayed away completely.”

It bothers you that this is the reason why you drifted apart. As best friends who should share everything with each other, you kept your biggest secret from each other for who knows how long. 

“That’s ridiculous,” You blurt out, “We drifted because of the attraction we have for each other?” 

“Each other?” His voice is small, eyes shiny in the little slither of moonlight provided through the slightly open curtains, “You- think I’m hot too?”

You sigh, subconsciously cursing the guard you never have up in front of your mouth, “Maybe a bit too much.”

Both of you chuckle at the confession you just made, and for a moment you feel nothing but content and satisfied, relief washing over your chest and warming you when your laughter dies down and you find yourself looking at Han in a comfortable closeness. You had no idea confessing would feel this relieving, you feared awkwardness and guilt or even regret.

His hand reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his forehead hesitantly resting on yours when he draws closer, "I’ve always wondered what it would be like to kiss you," He whispers, his hand cautiously walking to your waist as he waits with a held breath, "Can I?" 

Your breathing stops, and it feels like your heart does too, but your words come out instinctively, "You don't have to ask." 

You close your eyes the moment your words fall from your lips before you can catch them again, your permission dangling in the air as a few beats of your heart thump in your ears. Then you feel the pillow underneath your head shift as Han moves, and gently, the tip of his nose against your own before his lips are pressed to yours. 

The breath he releases is shaky and so is yours, his hands brought up to hold your face as he takes your breath away with how he kisses you. 

You feel like you're floating. Like this is a vision, a dream some might say, that you would cry if you had to wake up from, yet he feels so real - so warm and so perfect. 

He draws back, swallowing before licking his lips smoothly, "More?" He asks, your instantaneous and excited nod cut short by his lips once again.

Han kisses you deeper this time, the movements of his head causing yours to tip back but he holds you firm with his hand on the nape of your neck. 

Your body, along with the guidance of Han's hands, guides you to messily climb on top of him while trying to kiss in between, your stomach churning the moment your core connects to his bulge in the motions. 

"Fuck," He curses with a hiss, his eyes darting down to where you're connected, "This still okay with you?" 

"I- uhm. W-would we still be friends after this? I mean, is-is this going to ruin our friendship?" You're embarrassingly breathless only after a few minutes of making out, but it doesn't phase you that much seeing as Han is just as breathless as you. 

"I don't know. D-do you wanna stop?" He asks in return, concern laced in his words. 

You realize at this moment that it might be best for your friendship to stop before it gets too far. You could always just be friends that kissed that one time. 

But what if you regret not taking this moment and running with it like your gut says you should? What if you regret not indulging in this moment? 

"No… I-I want this," Your voice is uncertain, there's a part of you that still is. But the majority of you feels like this is how it should be, "Do you? Do you want this too?" 

Han blinks up at you, looking deliriously beautiful with his hair fanning out beside his face, his skin glowing. His fingers walk up the exposed skin of your legs, curling around your hips as he holds you in place and gently rocks up, the bulge in his boxers hard and solid when it connects to your clit in the gentlest nudge, "What d'you think?" 

Another nervous laugh ripples through your chest, “I think you got a problem.”

“Yeah, I like you too much,” He chuckles.

His hands on your face pull you down to kiss him again before you respond, and he manages to smoothly switch your positions, him towering above you with the beautiful silver glow of the moon. His fingers tug on your shirt, and you sit up to help him remove it.

“Holy shit,” He breathes, “You’re gorgeous.”

His lips immediately dive down to place kisses all over your chest, settling on his belly as he looks up at you before taking one of your nipples in between his lips. Your body bursts out in goosebumps, temperature rising each second. 

He alternates between the two of them, watching you cautiously as you squirm underneath his lips, they suckle and tug on the hardening buds and it feels way too good for you to comprehend he’s only teasing your nipples. 

His lips disconnect from your chest, trailing slowly down your torso and halting when he’s at your shorts, his presence so close to your heat making you aware of how aroused you actually are. 

“Can I take these off?” He whispers, his fingers hooking under the elastic of your shorts and you lift yourself for him to remove them. 

Your knees suddenly draw closer, insecurities creeping under your skin like worms, “I-I’ve never, uhm. You’d be the first.”

The way you looks at you from between your legs that opened the instant his hand slid in between makes your chest pull tight, this eyes are warm and generous, gentle despite the hazy undertone, “I’ve got you, do you trust me?”

You nod your head, swallowing thickly. None of your exes have ever gotten to this point, some even begged to be where Han is now, but yet you spread your legs even further for him when his lips trail kisses down your inner thighs. 

You’d heard about being going down on and how good it feels, but you’ve never experienced it before and you’re sure the instant Han’s lips kiss your clit like he kissed you you’d never want to unknow that feeling. 

A tingling ripple shoots down your spine when his tongue darts out of his mouth and licks a stripe through your folds, a gasp ripping through your chest as your head falls back. 

“You taste fucking incredible baby,” He whispers, and when you look down you see him focused intently on your throbbing core as if he’s in a trance, “Been waiting so long, fuck.”

Baby. 

Something you'd been called before, but never has it mattered as much as it does now, you throw your head back as Han's tongue dips inside of you, squealing with delight at how it tingles. 

He sucks on your clit messily, the sounds so sinful as he laps at your folds and groans and grunts right into your flesh, all adding to the building pleasure deep in your core. 

His fingers clamp down on your thighs, creating dents as he holds you in place with no choice but to take the violent flicks of his tongue against your hardening bundle of nerves. Your hand flies down to grip his hair in warning, you've never been this close this quick before. 

"Holy shit, 'm gonna cum already," You warn him, your hips instinctively bucking up to chase after your high, but he gives it to you just right by pulling you down and keeping you there, and with a final suck of his lips paired with flicks of his tongue, he makes you cum with a loud yelp rippling through your chest. Your hand flies over your mouth to cover your cries, slightly embarrassed at how loud you got.

It's pleasure one second and nearly overstimulation the next, your body shuddering as you gasp, but you don't come down far enough, stuck in a state of haziness. Han makes you feel intoxicated with lust, with something brewing in your chest that you've never felt before. Could it have been purposeful that you never let any guy get close to you? Were you waiting for Han all this time? 

He sits upright, the tent in his boxers unreal in size with a pretty little dot of darkness where he's begun to leak. "H-how far do you wanna go?" He asks hesitantly, "I don't want to, uhm, I mean I do. But I don't want to hurt you, or, or y'know I-" He's so breathless, his chest heaving while his face glistens from your arousal, his hair messy and his face even messier, but there's a glow to him - a satisfaction. 

"A-All the way?" You're just as breathless, both of you deciding stupidly that now, being slightly fucked out and adrenaline-pumped, is the time to talk about this, "If you wanna, of course."

"Fuck I-I so badly want to," Han nearly whispers, messily sliding his boxers down the curve of his ass as he drops them to the floor to join your clothes, and you involuntarily gasp when you see his dick. It's beautiful, one that you should actually take pictures of and use online as a model for toys or something. Pretty veins throb underneath the skin, he's solid and you know it's gonna be a stretch to take him. 

"Are you sure you want this?" Han asks after shuffling closer and hooking your legs around his, his hands travelling up your waist reassuringly. You nod your head confidently, "I do, I really do." 

He smiles at you, the first sign of being present and not sucked into the tentacles of lust that is easily blamed for something like this, he's genuine and sincere when he looks at you like this. 

"I'll go slow okay? Tell me if it hurts too much." 

And ever so gently, he slowly brings his tip to kiss your entrance, lazily dragging himself through your folds for that extra slickness just to ensure he doesn't hurt you, his jaw clenches with a hiss, "You're so warm." 

It makes your stomach churn the way he's so gentle, so slow and so compassionate and focused on your heat as if it's the prettiest painting he's ever seen. You'd always known he was gentle, but you've never truly seen just how far his gentleness stretches until now. 

His hand on your hip finds yours as he interlocks his fingers with yours, eyes still focused on his cock and the way it's being welcomed by your body, you squeeze on his hand when the tip nudges in, hissing at the foreign feeling yet loving how it makes you clench in anticipation while he fills you up. 

"Okay, I'm in," He whispers after a while, his forehead beginning to shimmer with sweat in the moonlight while you wonder if it's from holding back or the actual humidity in the air. 

"You can move," You give him the green light once you've gotten used to the feeling of being this full, your muscles still clenching repeatedly at the newfound sensation. Gently, Han slides out of you and then leans forward to stilt himself on his hands as he begins to set a pace. 

It's a deep, slow, and controlled pace and it's making you feel delirious with pleasure, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the sensation of each and every one of your spots that you didn't even know existed, being stimulated all at once. 

"Fuck, you're so tight," Han whimpers, his hips stuttering along with his words. 

"D-Does it feel good, Hannie?" You whisper, your fingers combing through his hair and he hisses at your words, arms nearly caving in as he moans a beautifully whimpered mhm. 

His pace picks up, skin making contact now beginning to flood the room along with your and his rhythmic moans, both basking in the smothering pleasure the other provides. Your moans fill his ears and become fuel, a sound he's always wanted to hear and often found himself wondering too deeply about, yet here you are giving yourself to him like you're made for it. 

"You feel so, so good, holy shit baby," He whines, his hands sliding down to grip your hips as he draws up, instantly speeding his hips up, your hands gripping his thighs as you feel yourself getting closer, pleasure causing your eyes to feel teary. 

“You’re fucking beautiful like this, holy fuck,” He chuckles, and it makes your chest warm with how you’re very aware your hair is probably a mess, your face a little fucked out yet he still finds you beautiful. His head tips back, his neck beautifully on display as the moonlight shines through the slits of the curtains, shiny sweat dewing on his porcelain skin, the veins in his neck throbbing beneath the surface as a groan rumbles through his chest, “ ‘m close, fuck.”

His right-hand slides from your thigh to between your folds, wetting the pad of his thumb as he begins to draw circles over your clit, your legs instantly beginning to tremble, “That’s it baby, clench for me like that.”

His words have your eyes rolling back and your spine arching as your orgasm draws closer your nails scratching marks into his thighs and his sides as you clutch onto anything you can find, “Y-you’re gonna make me cum,” You warn, and it’s as if something ticks in his mind because Han begins to thrust into you even faster, drawing more elicit sounds from not only between your legs but from your lips too.

“Gonna cum with me, baby?” 

You nod profusely, purposefully holding back on your threatening orgasm. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, c-cum with me baby, please.” 

The band in your belly snaps the moment he says those words to you, the strokes of his cock just too much to handle and you finally let go with a cry almost as loud as a scream. You feel Han shudder and grunt on top of you, letting go of your clit and pulling out instead, stroking vigorously until his head falls back, his chest heaving heavily until he locks eyes with you, eyebrows draw together as he paints the skin of your torso with his release. 

He squeezes his tip, ensuring he’s empty before gently slipping back into you, his arms trembling along with your thighs, a shuddering exhale escaping between his lips, “Holy shit.” 

Your arms wrap around him as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, the movement of your breathing causing chest against chest to brush against each other. 

He leans up, looking at you before connecting his lips to yours. He kisses you deeply, passionately and it feels so euphoric that you feel envious of any other soul that got to see him like this before you.

Gently, he slips out of you, “Stay here for me?” 

He returns from the bathroom just a minute later and wipes with what you assume is a warm cloth everywhere that you’re beginning to feel sticky, even endearingly cupping your heat to clean you everywhere. Each of his actions has you yearning with an ache in your chest, a need to always have him like this. 

“You doing okay?” His voice is hoarse but still gentle when he crawls up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he curls into your body, perfectly fitting with yours. 

“Better than I think I’ve ever been,” You chuckle.

“Do you regret it?” 

Your chest pulls tight, your heart tensing up in the confines of your ribcage, “No? Do you?”

“Honestly? I’ve never been more satisfied with a decision I’ve made before. I’ve been waiting for you, and I‘m glad I did.”

He presses a kiss to your shoulder, his lips lingering just a second longer, and you allow your eyes to flutter shut in the warmth of his arms.

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Screen Identity: Mismatched Passion | EP. 1 PAPILIO ULYSSES

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“I know we don’t like each other,” you’ve made that very clear, Y/N, “but I will always make sure you’re safe, yeah?”

[ abstract ]: After a rough break up during semester break, you’re put in a class with none other than your longtime academic rival Han Jisung once university starts again. Things don’t get any easier considering he’s your older brother’s best friend and destiny decides to assign you two to a partner project. Luckily, you can distract yourself a little by chatting with the mysterious guy you met online a couple of months ago, getting closer both emotionally and physically with him, absolutely unaware he might be nearer than you would expect…

[ general ]: jisung + fem reader, gamer + stoner jisung, gamer reader, academic rivals/enemies → lovers, brother’s best friend, minho is reader’s slightly older brother, college au, smut + angst + fluff, accidental online dating, inexperienced jisung + inexperienced reader [ real life ] vs simp jisung + brat reader [ online ] so they act a lot differently while chatting, please refer to series m.list for more info

[ warning ]: explicit sexual scenes [includes sexting and video sexting, masturbation (m + f), reader gets called doll, praise kink, mention of choking ], consumption of alcohol and being drunk, mention of break up, cheating and slut shaming (?)

[ words ]: 7.3K

[ note ]: I'm so sorry for the long wait but the first part of my new series is finally here. In case you liked it make sure to leave a comment, reblog or slide into my asks or DMs. I always appreciate any kind of kind interaction and feedback. Also, make sure to read The Experience Project, my other series that is part of the same universe!! Lots of love, Cece 🩷

— Two months ago —

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: gg

You stare at the message. Why is the person you just beat in the last round texting you privately instead of using the group chat?

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: uhm wrong chat?

You have never talked to them before let alone engaged outside of the huge server you’re on, so it confuses you. It’s nothing out of the ordinary but it still surprises you.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: we’re on the same gaming server and you just won the game again, so gg 

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: why are you texting privately to tell me good game?

Seeing the person typing, you wait for an answer before the notification sound echoes through your bedroom.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: no, not gg as in good game, gg as in good girl ;)

Oh, God. You should have seen it coming. Well, it’s better than the usual insults you get on a daily basis for the lame fact of being a woman and men’s ego—or dick size—being so small they can’t handle a female gamer’s existence. 

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: what if I was a 50 year old dude

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i don’t discriminate by gender or age

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: are you tho

You chuckle. For the first time in several hours. You don’t have a reason today after all. Seojun—your now ex boyfriend—broke up with you out of the blue, not really giving you any good explanations except for it’s not you it’s me or we don’t match as well as I thought.

Since you don’t want to annoy your best friend Hannah who is currently working on her thesis, you decided to drown your sorrows in freshly baked cheesecake, sugary lemonades and a couple of rounds of your current favourite video game.

You feel pathetic but you allow yourself to be that way for some time. It’s better to let feelings out and deal with them before they can turn into a bigger mess or else you end up like your older brother—a wannabe tsundere who starts crying at any slightly emotional scene during a movie marathon.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: No, I’m a woman. That just beat you in a game three times in a row.

You decide to tease that mysterious guy. After all, there’s nothing to lose and you can use a little distraction.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: yeah this is why I decided to text you

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: kinda hot ngl

Perhaps you’re in fact a little pathetic, considering the fact this comment just made you feel flustered.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Thank you? You’re actually the first guy to say that. Usually, I get insulted on here for being a girl. 🥰

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: sorry about that, some men are just insecure I guess 🤷🏻‍♂️ sometimes I am embarrassed about my own species

Okay. So the person is a man.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: how old are you btw?

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: if it’s okay i’m asking ofc 

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: i’m 22 and you?

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: 23 :)

You just decide to trust him here. Sure, there are lots of creeps out there but this guy seems to be rather decent.

Noticing something else—regarding his username—you keep the conversation going.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: What’s your name about?

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: J.Zero-N-E? Is that some hint at 2NE1?

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: j.One. it’s the letter O.

Huh? You catch a closer glimpse of the name on your screen, shining in bright letters on the dark background. This is definitely not an O.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: But you used the number zero.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: perhaps I’m saving that letter O

The hell is he talking about?

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: For what?

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: it’s what your mouth will be shaped into when I make you come on my dick, baby 

What a fool you are for thinking this man wasn’t like all the others. 

It’s funny though. Or your humour is just broken at this point.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: 😂😂😂

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Oh, pretty boy please. Don’t think you have a chance here. Has this ever worked on someone?

He types. Then he stops. He types again and sends his message.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: okay, tbh J.One with an O was already taken. but I’m not. i’m single and ready whenever you are.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Why are you such a simp? Jesus Christ…

For a long time in your life you thought that there’s nothing less attractive than a man that runs after a woman, doing everything to gain her attention while making a fool out of himself.

Until Seojun said something so devastating to you earlier that you realised there’s a worse type in men when it comes to flirting.

Those who make you feel small for your interests and desires. You can instantly sense yourself spiralling again, thinking back to how he told you that you’re too weird and too openly minded all the time, admitting he realised he prefers women who are reserved and perhaps even virgins.

The craziest thing of all this is that you’re inexperienced too. Your body count hasn’t managed to get past the number one but Seojun made it seem as if you were the opposite. He was the one to take your virginity, which just makes this even more fucked up.

But you decide to focus on the conversation with the somewhat funny stranger instead.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: tsk what

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i’m not a simp wdym

Says the simp. He’s entertaining, that j.0ne guy. You should just see where this goes and make the best out of your evening by chatting with this mysterious gamer.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: you are

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: and a pretty bad one lmao

You notice something else now. He’s got a cute little emoji attached to his odd username and you soon realise it’s an animal too, just like your butterfly one.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: why the squirrel tho?

You see him typing while you take a sip from your lemonade and grab a handful of the crisps that you put in a bowl some time ago, soon realising it’s almost empty again.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: I’m fast ;)

A laughter bursts out of you and you almost swish the crisps bowl down the table.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: sexually speaking this isn’t a good thing…

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: oh god this is not what I meant

You can imagine what he looks like right now—face as red as a tomato while the colour reaches up to his ears. Although you have no idea what he looks like in general. Not that it would matter, though. 

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: you’re calling me god already? 😌

You’ve missed this version of you. The teasing, flirty one that only ever comes out when you feel comfortable around a person. With Seojun it was like this in the beginning too, until he became weirder and weirder with every approach you made towards him.

You’ve been pushing those thoughts aside but thinking back—what if there was another reason for both the breakup and his change in behaviour? You don’t want to believe it, but the bubbling pain inside your stomach tells you there might be a slight chance that he has met someone else. Perhaps even dating another person while still being with you.

Nausea takes over your body. You take another sip from the lemonade and from your water bottle that’s on top of your desk as well, before your eyes shift towards the screen again.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: don’t get flustered, doll. you haven’t told me your name after all.

Doll. You hate to admit but you kinda like that he calls you by a pet name instead. This makes this whole situation even more forbidden. Although nothing about this is forbidden at all. You’re single, you don’t have any history with that stranger, so why the ongoing thoughts?

Still, you decide to lead him on some more, rile him up. He for sure doesn’t deserve to know your actual name just now and besides that, you’re always careful with what information you hand out to literal strangers online.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: you’ve gotta earn that. I don’t give such private information out to anyone :)

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: oh? you want me to beg for it?

You gulp. You’ve always thought you’re more on the submissive side. Well, there was a situation when you asked your now ex boyfriend if you could try switching roles and he looked at you as if your words just made his fragile masculinity crack like a raw egg.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: I’m not surprised at all you’re offering that

That j.0ne guy does give off vibes that fit some submissive agenda. You can tell just by this little interaction with him.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i’m not. i usually prefer to be the dominant part, you know.

You laugh out loud. Yet again. Wow, you really didn’t expect some random dude online to distract you from that horrific breakup you went through just half a day ago. You could get used to this.

Okay, calm down. Perhaps anything could put a smile on your face after all this shit.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: I don’t believe you lmao

Because you don’t. Not if this man has been nothing but the textbook definition of a simp so far. Not that you complain, though. It’s nice to have someone to give you all their attention despite how selfish it sounds. You allow yourself to be this way for tonight and j.0ne seems to be willing to grant you exactly this.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: want me to prove it to you?

A smirk forms on your lips.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: isn’t this the most subby thing to say

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i-

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: you’ll see, doll

The use of the name lets adrenaline rush through your veins.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: looking forward to it 🤭

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: well, and until then I’ll just keep calling you doll 😏

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: and show you what I actually mean with being fast

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: fast to make you come

Your ex never called you any pet names—neither when on dates with you nor in bed. If any, he made you feel bad for the kinks you were wanting to explore, always making you feel weird or different about your desires. Almost ashamed, if you’re honest. A shiver runs down your spine at the thought of it. How he made you feel humiliated—not in the good way as you suggested to him, rather mentally and not sexually speaking at all.

You’ve been wondering if something is wrong with you and you’re aware that this guy you’ve been chatting with for—a quick glimpse at the time—half an hour can’t answer that question for you either. But you first wanna start with finding yourself again and trying to figure out what it is that you want in your life. Generally speaking but also from a potential future partner that hopefully isn’t anything like Seojun.

It would be ridiculous to say that you think of j.0ne that way. You literally met thirty minutes ago, he could be lying about his whole identity and live on Pluto for what you know. So, you decide to slow it down, always with the idea lingering in the back of your mind that you want to keep this conversation going for just a little longer.

Despite the fact that this little use of pet names and teasing does in fact turn you on. God, Y/N, you’re touch deprived as it seems. Not surprising at all after these past weeks with your ex.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: what happened to getting to know each other first?

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: why not both?

— Today —

You feel as if someone injected bleach straight into your veins. Perhaps, this would hurt even less than the scene that your eyes are currently witnessing.

His arm is snug around her shoulder, pulling the beautiful girl towards him as if they’ve done this a thousand times before. It seems as if this gesture is familiar, common to them.

You should have known. Well, deep down you did know. Especially since Hannah has been telling you nothing but these exact suspicions for the past two months. Then why is the pain so humiliating if you’ve already grasped it?

Seojun didn’t just break up with you because you didn’t match. He ended things because, apparently, he’s already had another girlfriend. Sure, you can’t prove that he cheated on you and you feel your insides turn out at the sheer thought of it but it hurts nonetheless.

Kim Nabi. Yes, her name means nothing else than butterfly. Your favourite animals. And it seems as if you weren’t good enough for Seojun. But how are you supposed to compete with a girl that looks like a literal fairy and is an A+ medical student?

Meanwhile you’re here, barely passing your classes and cursing yourself for majoring in music production. It’s lots of fun, sure, but you could have done something that’s less exhausting and time consuming for sure.

But Y/L/N Y/N never takes the easy path. And you know you’re gonna be okay. Regarding your studies. Regarding Seojun. Regarding anything else.

“Watch where you’re going,” you hear a familiar male voice spit out, right after the source of the noise bumps his shoulder right into yours, fully on purpose.

You roll your eyes and scoff, “Good morning to you too, Han.”

Calling your brother’s friend by anything but his family name is weird. It’s not as if you’re trying to be extraordinarily formal with him but he should know that you’re nothing close at all besides the fact that he’s been besties with Minho since you all were in kindergarten.

Han Jisung has many faces and personalities of which all of them manage to annoy you on a daily basis. When you were children, he used to either steal your plushies and hide them or tug your hair just for the fun of it. Once you were older, entering your teenage years, he started becoming both a bit distant but also began his manipulative strategies that included scaring off any male individual that came too close to you. Whenever you called him out on it, he babbled something along the lines that your older brother told him to do that. Since Minho isn’t that fascinated about you—his younger and oh so innocent sister—having a boyfriend either, he played along.

So, now you find yourself here, in your third year of college, severely confused and fed up about the fact that the only guy you’ve ever been in a relationship with and went beyond kissing is Seojun. Yikes. Perhaps, if Minho and Jisung had allowed you to have some dumb and even hurtful experience a few years ago you would be a bit better at categorising which men to date and which to stay away from. And you for sure wouldn’t spend all your nights chatting and sexting with a stranger on Discord for the past two months.

“Is he bothering you again?”

Your best friend has been standing next to you for God knows how many minutes but you didn’t notice her.

“What’s new?” you say, rolling your eyes.

Hannah pulls you into a quick but thoughtful hug, “How’re you, dear?”

“Just… I just saw Seojun holding hands with Nabi,” you blurt out, knowing that you won’t be able to hide any emotions or secrets from your best friend. Except for a single one. A very particular one that includes a certain guy you met online and whom you haven’t told anyone in your close circle about.

“What a fucking asshole, I swear if I see him–“

“No violence, Hannah,” you interrupt her.

She gasps. “Who are you and what did you do to my best friend?”

“Funny. Shall we get to class?”

“Sure,” she giggles before she reaches for your hand and intertwines it with yours, pulling you towards the lecture hall.

Once you’re there, you place your bag down and tell your best friend that you need a minute in the bathroom. It could have been an illusion—you wouldn’t be surprised—but you think you received a message from the one and only j.0ne on Discord and for sure you have to see what he’s up to. Since he’s a college student too, school is starting for him today as well and you’ve been thinking about a naughty little gesture that should motivate him to get him through the day. After all, you’re very thankful for what he’s given you these past weeks—endless talks about anything bothering you in life but also hot pics and videos that made it kind of hard for you to not slip your fingers past your pyjama shorts whenever you’ve been having trouble falling asleep at night.

You disappear inside one of the stalls and reach for your phone. You were right. He texted you and it takes every strength inside you to not start giggling in a public place.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: have a good first day of uni, doll 🩵

Conversations with him have been kind of versatile. User j.0ne has many faces and personalities of which all of them manage to excite you on a daily basis. Sometimes the two of you are teasing each other with no end, then you get back to philosophising about life. He’s helped you a lot regarding getting over your ex these past weeks and you wouldn’t want to miss it.

That’s why you’ve prepared something for him. You open your phone gallery and choose the media in question, before you hit ‘send’.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: [ attached image ]

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: you too 😘

It doesn’t take him less than half a minute to bombard you with text messages.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: doll

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: fuck me

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: I’m in the middle of a lecture are you fucking kidding me

Goal achieved.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: you’re welcome ;)

You wait for him to reply again and what follows is everything you ever needed from your number one SIMP. It’s not as if you have anything going on with anyone else, but receiving attention from j.0ne keeps you excited, no questions.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i indeed am 🥵

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: you’re literally unreal 😫

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: a gift sent from heaven

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: supernatural almost

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: should start calling you an angel instead 😇 

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: or a witch regarding the fact I’m trying hard (pun intended) to hide my boner in class 🫣

A smirk is plastered all over your face and you wished you could see him right now, sitting in a lecture, cheeks and ears flushed red, his cock definitely hard as rock being neglected inside his pants and there’s nothing he can do. Because you’re not there and you won’t be. Besides the fact that you both realise that you live in the same city, you haven’t agreed on meeting—yet. Which makes this even more fun to tease him.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: that red lingerie suits you best

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: everything suits you best tbh with those pretty tits 🤤

The boost this gives for your ego—especially after seeing Seojun and Nabi—is out of this world. However, you shouldn’t miss your own lecture either, so you wrap this up and decide to come back to him later.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: pay attention to the class, j.0ne 🙂

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: text you later!! ❤️

When you get back to the lecture hall, Hannah is already waiting for you, her gaze fixated on a certain someone.

“What the fuck is this idiot doing here?” she asks, pointing at Chan in the distance who is just about to approach you two.

“Your brother?”

“Yeah, or do you see someone else who qualifies for that position?”

“Since Minho isn’t here, no,” you reply.

“We will forever suffer as the younger sisters, hm?”

You probably will. Perhaps, this is one of the reasons Hannah and you get along so well since you both know the struggles too damn much.

“Hey, Hannah,” Chan says, getting closer, “hey, Y/N, how’re you?”

“Fine, fine,” you answer, meaning it. While Hannah—for obvious reasons—doesn’t get along with her older brother that well, Chan and you have been becoming friends throughout the last year since he is helping you a lot with uni because he majored in the same field as you. You’re glad to have him in your life, it’s almost as if he is your older brother too. Not in a way that Minho is, for sure, because you talk about topics with Chan that your actual brother isn’t aware of—for instance the Seojun drama.

“You’re still up for studying tomorrow?”

“Yeah, sure! I didn’t forget in case you’re implying that,” you say with a wink.

Chan places the palm of his hand on his chest, “I would never. Also, just to clear things—I’m here because I work as a tutor with the class that you guys have to take for this lecture and that’s why I listen to the lecture as well.”

Hannah’s older brother has already graduated college, now working as a tutor while partaking in his PhD programme. You look up to him, without a doubt. You barely know anyone who is as hardworking and talented as him and you can always learn a lot from Chan. He says a quick goodbye to you, before he approaches the professor that has now reached the lecture hall and starts discussing something with him.

“So,” Hannah starts, once her brother is out of sight, “you’re up for drinks tonight? The other girls are there, too.”

You’re not sure. On one hand, you love nothing more than a girl’s night. On the other hand, it still feels so fresh to go outside and live life again after the breakup. But perhaps that’s what you need to do to finally get over your ex.

“Count me in.”

“It’s so fucking loud in here, I can barely hear the shit you’re saying,” you scream into Yuna’s ear and she nods. Your choice of words isn’t the prettiest but all the alcohol in your system does your thinking tonight. After all, you saw Seojun and Nabi again, which resulted in your friend group and you changing clubs and heading to this crowded place instead. It's loud, your boots are sticking to the floor and you’ve been dangerously close—three times—to getting someone’s beverages downed all over your black dress.

“Sure, I’ll get another drink for you, darling!” Yuna yells before she leaves you standing there.

Yeah. She obviously did not understand anything you said but you’re not here to complain. You’re already a few too many drinks into the night. Another one won’t do any much more harm, right?

You decide to take a step away from the crowd, walking towards the entrance of the club to go outside for a bit and catch some air. In order for Hannah and Yuna to not worry about you, you text a quick message to the three friends group chat with a weird name. Yunjin, Lily and Minjeong already left half an hour ago, being the responsible part of the group while your best friend, your roommate and you decided to stay here a little longer.

Once you’ve made it outside, you take a deep breath, closing your eyes. It’s nice to calm down for a bit. The situation with your ex let the common anxiety bubble up in your stomach and head but the amount of alcohol managed to push it away for some time. Until you’re sober again tomorrow.

“Y/N.”

You open your eyes again just to roll them in annoyance when you see him. Of course, he had to be here too. Perhaps, your brother isn’t straying that far from him either. It sometimes really feels as if he’s following you and trying to keep an eye on what you’re doing. Chan and his friends aren’t like that. You envy Hannah for that.

“Han,” you say in a monotone voice.

He scoffs, his arms crossed in front of his chest and you can see—thanks to the tank top he’s wearing—that he’s been hitting the gym more often with Minho again. “Still calling me by my family's name after all these years?”

“Well, I wasn’t aware we’re friends,” you shrug your shoulders and look away in the distance.

Jisung chuckles and takes a few steps towards you, until you’re almost caged between the brick wall behind you and his body. You gulp, watching the reflection of the moonlight inside his eyes. Or perhaps it’s just a streetlight. What the hell do you know when you’re in a state like this?

“We’re not? That’s devastating to know,” he bluffs, giving you a pout. Jisung loves the makeup you’re wearing tonight. He always adores all the creative things you do with your face—from the black thick eyeliner wings to the glitter that often decorate your face, but it’s the bright red lipstick that’s threatening to hypnotise him tonight. Fuck, what he’d do to kiss those pretty lips of yours, just to shut you up for once whenever you talk back to him.

Jisung and your history goes far back, almost as old as his friendship with your brother. Despite all the teasing stuff and pranks he’s pulled, your brother’s best friend and you have always been in some rival dynamic. Similar hobbies when growing up and now majoring in the same field made you stay together, soon becoming something other people call enemies. You’re constantly competing with one another and you’re sure most of your motivation in college comes solely from your desire to be better than him in everything.

However, during the past years there has been blooming another aspect between you that’s a bit different. Sexual tension. Although none of you two would ever admit that. Not even while being as drunk as you are right now.

You roll your eyes again. “What d’you want, hm?”

His demeanour suddenly shifts, and does a full turn. Jisung blinks a few times and takes a closer look at your face.

“Fuck, how many drinks did you have?”

“Uhm, three?” You question, while holding up four fingers and squinting one of your eyes.

“God. Drink this here,” he hands you his glass.

“What’s it? Vodka?”

You just take a sip without waiting for an answer, realising his choice of beverage tastes pretty bland.

“Close. Water. I’ll go find Yuna and Hannah,” he says while tilting his head towards the entrance of the club.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom in the meantime,” you announce, before a hick up follows.

“Okay, then wait there, yeah?”

“Okay, Ji,” you say, nodding.

He gulps, before he reaches for your hand and brings the two of you inside the building again.

Once you’re in the bathroom and inside a stall, you grab out your phone and send a message to the man who’s been occupying your mind for some weeks now.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: heyyy you’re up?

You immediately get a few messages back.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: sorry I’ll be right back doll

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i’m out with friends and one of them needs my help

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: doesn’t know how to handle drinks and all

J.0ne could really be the man of your dreams. Or that’s just the alcohol talking. You wonder what he would be like if he took care of you that way. You’re sure you’d instantly feel safe in his presence. You’re sure he’d make you feel comfortable. You’re sure he’d protect you from all the evil in this world.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: you’re such a sweetie sometimes j.0ne

You can feel heat rising to your cheeks, thinking about him.

Until he sends two more texts and the being flustered gets turned into pure jealousy.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i’m literally doing the bare minimum

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: she’s had too much and i’m looking for her friends

Hm. So he’s got someone in real life to take care of the way he should be protecting you, huh?

Your toxic thoughts get interrupted, when Yuna and Hannah find you—also severely drunk—ready to take you home. Catching a last glimpse of Jisung—not expecting him to be the one to get help for you of all people—you wave goodbye to him and leave the venue.

Once you reach your shared apartment, Yuna and you take off your makeup and head to each of your bedrooms. When you plug your phone into the charger, you realise you received a message some time ago, probably when you were still at the club.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i’m back doll

Perhaps it’s the fact you’re still drunk and over emotional from today, but you’re in the mood to start a fight. And user j.0ne is your victim.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: why you textin me when you have a gf

You know this is unreasonable of you but you want to know how he reacts, as fucked up as it sounds.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: gf?

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i don’t have a gf?

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: why do you say this?

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: The friend you’re takin caer of

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Is she nt your gf

You feel ashamed. But you’ll apologise in the morning.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: doll…

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: 1) she’s just a friend and I’m just doing the bare minimum so that no men will take advantage of her when she’s wasted in a bar. i won’t be justifying myself for this.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: 2) you’re drunk too aren’t you?

You immediately feel bad for being like this. You feel sorry.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: 1) I’m soryr this was shitty of me. Youer rgiht yea 

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: 2) no I’m as sobre as tomato 

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: the fuck is that supposed to mean??

Well, if you only knew. But nothing makes sense any more after all the emotional torture you’ve been put in and all the intoxication swimming inside your veins.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: I don’t know my head s sipnning lol 

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: Drink some water.

Your Discord man rarely texts with correct grammar and in combination with the dominant vibes he’s giving off, you could get used to such behaviour. Fuck. Why are you getting turned onby some gamer boy telling you to drink water? Is this really how low you've dropped, Y/N?

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: I like wehn you get domniant kike this yu know ;)

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: Doll, I think I just had a stroke reading this sentence.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: Despite that, stop flirting with me when you’re drunk.

You let out a laugh and blame it on being drunk. However, you’re also sad about the rejection you’re receiving although the—currently absent—rational part of your brain tells you it’s the right decision.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Why???? ;(

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: The fact I have to explain this to you. No sexual comments whatsoever if you’re under the influence, okay? We have an agreement.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: What a shame ;( wuold lov to be with yu rn ngl 

During the past two months there have been some occasions of the both of you dropping hints here and there that you should meet. Still, you haven’t managed to see each other in real life since j.0ne and you are too shy to do that.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: Yeah, me too, so I can make you drink some water and sober up.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: One question: are you at home or still out?

You roll around in your bed, reaching for your pillow.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: At home ;) wear8ng that skimpy red pyjama that yiu love and nothin underneth 

You still can’t live a day without teasing him.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: I’ll ignore this one.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: Do you have some water with you?

There’s a full bottle on your nightstand table which is why you snap a quick pic of it and send it to him.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: [attached image]

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: Okay, drink all of it.

You do as you’re told, chugging down tthe liquid, as you start panting once you’re done. This was a great idea. Your head will thank you for it tomorrow morning. You decide to add another pic of the now empty bottle to the chat with the mysterious guy.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: [attached image]

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Done!!

And the next message from him starts sparking something inside you—if you weren’t both so drunk and tired.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: Good girl.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: You’re mean J ;((

He is. He knows what he’s doing.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: J? You’re calling me J now?

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Hmm you like it??

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: I’d like it more if you put yourself under your blanket so you don’t catch a cold and go to sleep. We can always talk tomorrow, okay?

You roll your eyes but do as you’re told.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Okay fine,,, then I’ll go to sleep and the j.0ne thta alway visits my draems will take care of me isntead hihi 

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: Sweet dreams, baby ❤️

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Goodnight 🦋😇

You wake up with the worst headache known to mankind and you don’t wanna imagine what it would feel like if you didn’t have the bottle of water before falling asleep.

Unfortunately, you still remember everything. How you saw Seojun and Nabi at the bar. How Jisung talked to you. How your friends brought you home. And how you started a fight with j.0ne for no reason.

You reach for your phone and open the chat, staring at the letters before you switch down the brightness of the screen and activate ‘night shift’ mode.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: good morning

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: I wanna apologise

Of course he’s online, already texting you back.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: for what?

You take a deep breath before your fingers start hitting the phone screen.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: for the comment i made about you having a gf. i was drunk and a little jealous but i’m super happy you’re helping your friend like that. i shouldn’t get jealous over you just doing something any man should do in a situation like this. you did everything right and i hope your friend is okay??

It doesn’t take him long to answer.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: thank you, doll

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: she’s fine, no worries. her best friend brought her home.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: how are you tho?

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: hungover 😅

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: but it’s fine

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: what about you??

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i’m always in a good mood whenever we’re texting

You roll your eyes while a smirk is decorating your face.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: simp

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: and not even ashamed of it 😌

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i have something for you

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: a little revenge for what you pulled yesterday morning

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: [attached image]

He put a spoiler warning over the message, so that you only see what picture he sent once you tap on it. Which is what you do. You get surprised with a view that should be forbidden. It’s a picture of him—his toned and tanned abs are visible, while he’s groping his bulge through the grey sweatpants, visibly hard.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: holy shit

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: i have to get up and get ready for uni 

However the hell you’re supposed to do that in the state you’re in and your Discord boy sending you semi-nudes.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: me too baby but i thought this would help you wake up

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: i’m very much awake now thank you

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: fuck look at those abs

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: i’m also very much horny now thank you for that one too

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: that makes two of us

It seems as if j.0ne is always horny. At least whenever he texts you. But you don’t mind. It’s great to finally have someone to live up to your fantasies and dark desires, although it’s not happening in real life. He’s helped you a lot with your… sexual frustration and insecurities that Seojun has caused and you’re thankful for that. In many ways.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: not even surprised tbh

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: you wanna make up for yesterday?

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: i didn’t do anything wrong 😇

You don’t even notice how much you’re grinning, as you turn around on your back and impatiently wait for another text.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: we both know that’s a lie

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i thought you wanted to be a good girl for me at all times hm

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: and now look at you being a brat

Oh, if he could only see the pout on your pretty face right now.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: i’m not a brat !!

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: just desperate :(

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: always here to help you darling

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: why don’t you touch yourself a little for me hm

You get up, still sitting on your bed as your ass crashes down on your calves and your knees hit the mattress. Opening your camera app, you switch to selfie mode and guide the focus to your upper body. One hand comes up and starts squeezing one of your tits, while you snap a picture.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: anything for you ☺️

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: [attached image]

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: fucking hell

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: take that thing off

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i need to see the full view

Just a little bit—you tug down the fabric, revealing your naked chest to the camera.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: [attached image]

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: like this? :)

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: yeah

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: oh god

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: what id do to have my face squished right between these two

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: simp

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: but my favourite one 

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i need more pls

You know that user j.0ne is already stroking his pretty cock—you’ve done this a couple of times before by now.

Adjusting your position, you lean back and part your legs, placing your phone against your blanket that’s turned into a makeshift wall to stabilise the device on its own. You click on ‘video’ and start filming yourself for a few seconds. The touch of your own fingers will do, at least you hope so, when you start grazing over your mound and wander down to brush over your soaked but covered pussy. 

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: [attached image]

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: you’ve been warned

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: fuck you’re soaking

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: drenched

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: absolutely wet

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: for me hm?

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: just for you

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: [attached video]

Another video follows, you’ve pushed the pyjama shorts aside and j.0ne can watch you play with yourself, just like he asked you to.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: baby

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: what you’re doin to me should be illegal 🥵🥵

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: i wish it was your fingers inside me :(

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: [attached video]

The squelching sounds are echoing through your room and in the video, as you’re trying to fit a finger after another, soon realising it won’t ever be enough. He could make you feel so much better with his pretty hands—one of them pleasuring your pussy while the other is wrapped around your throat, adding pressure to the sides. What you’d do for this to happen in real life.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i’m so hard doll

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: [attached video]

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: need your lips wrapped around my dick

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: you’d look so pretty choking on it

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: your eyes watering while you’re drooling all over it

The video is like a free five star meal. The grey sweatpants are pulled down enough for his erection to spring free and j.0ne doesn’t waste any time to start stroking his length, squeezing it and letting out little whimpers and moans.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: id make you come so fast i promise

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: over and over again

You keep rubbing your clit with your thumb while three of your fingers are dipping inside your hole, stretching you out just right.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: video call?

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: [incoming video call]

Your heart stops.

But your brain has turned into mush and you can’t think properly anymore. So, you accept.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: yes please

A live version of all those videos is even better. You keep fingering yourself as you watch him stroke his dick faster and less than a minute later, he is the one to observe you coming all over your hand. You let out the prettiest moan his ears have ever witnessed, triggering his own orgasm in the process and you wish he was in the same room with you right now, so you could fully take care of each other.

Heavy panting is reaching the microphones, before he ends the call again.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: sorry for ending the call so abruptly 

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i’m still shy and all

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: you just came all over your stomach for me and call yourself shy??

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: with talking, doll

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: yeah makes sense :D

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: it’s okay don’t worry

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: we will do everything at our pace yeah?

It’s not as if you are ready yet, either. You adore what the both of you have.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: of course

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: you were so good for me btw

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: such a good girl

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: good luck with uni and have a nice day, baby ❤️

A smile forms on your lips.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: thank you 😇

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: you too ❤️

You’re somewhat normal again when you reach the classroom of your first course today. Sure, the hangover is still unbearable but you’ll manage to get through the day. There are already many people when you arrive, so you just drop down on one of the chairs in the back of the room that isn’t taken.

“How are you?”

Oh, fuck. Perhaps you should have paid at least a little attention when choosing a seat, since you are now right next to Han Jisung.

“Uhm, I feel like shit,” you confess. “Thank you for last night, though.”

It feels weird to be kind to him. Jisung and you don’t like each other. But you think back to what j.0ne said and maybe you’re apologising for your own sake and because you still feel bad for starting a useless fight with the other man.

“Don’t thank me for that. It’s the bare minimum. I know we don’t like each other,” you’ve made that very clear, Y/N, “but I will always make sure you’re safe, yeah?”

Before you have a chance to react, the prof storms into the class and starts with the lesson.

However, you don’t seem to be able to focus at any time during those ninety minutes. Your head is way too far gone—the hangover is getting the best of you, j.0ne is still on your mind and Jisung sitting next to you is confusing you a little too.

Your gaze switches towards his fingers, while you’re watching him take notes. His hands are… pretty. You’ve never noticed. Until now. He keeps tapping the wooden surface and at any normal moment you would be annoyed—after all this is Jisung doing something distracting.

“So, now that you know about the task and project for this class,” you hear the professor speaking, “I want you to pair up with whoever is sitting next to you and come up with a concept by next week.”

You look to your right, noticing only Jisung is sitting next to you since the chair on the other side is empty.

Oh, fuck. This is gonna be an annoying semester.

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“Then dare me,” you continue. “Dare me to do whatever you want.”

[ abstract ]: After a rough break up during semester break, you’re put in a class with none other than your longtime academic rival Han Jisung once university starts again. Things don’t get any easier considering he’s your older brother’s best friend and destiny decides to assign you two to a partner project. Luckily, you can distract yourself a little by chatting with the mysterious guy you met online a couple of months ago, getting closer both emotionally and physically with him, absolutely unaware he might be nearer than you would expect…

[ general ]: jisung + fem reader, gamer + stoner jisung, gamer reader, academic rivals/enemies → lovers, brother’s best friend, minho is reader’s slightly older brother, college au, smut + angst + fluff, accidental online dating, inexperienced jisung + inexperienced reader [ real life ] vs simp jisung + brat reader [ online ] so they act a lot differently while chatting, please refer to series m.list for more info

[ warning ]: explicit sexual scenes [includes sexting and video sexting, masturbation (m + f), reader gets called doll, switch dynamics, mention of choking, one small makeout session ], consumption of alcohol, a lot of jealousy from both of them, mention of perv behaviour (jisung)

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[ note ]: I'm back with the next chapter!! Thank you for the INSANE suport on the first part, I love and appreciate you guys s much. If you liked this episode too, I'd be very grateful about any kind reblog, comment, ask or DM!! Also, make sure to read The Experience Project, my other series that is part of the same universe!! Lots of love, Cece 🩷

“What on earth?”

You wake up to your roommate Yuna screaming through the shared apartment. Before your eyes open in order to take in the mess, your ears are already able to witness what’s going on. With whatever strength you’ve left—being ripped out of a very pleasant dream about j.0ne—you swing your legs to the side.

You get up and toddle towards where the screeching sound of your friend’s voice evaporated from, just for your feet to come in contact with water. On the floor of your kitchen and bathroom.

“W-What happened?” you ask, half-awake.

“We’ve got a burst pipe. I can’t seem to find a way to stop it,” she says, hysterically although she looks rather calm.

“We can solve this. It’s okay. I’ll call the emergency janitor service.”

Your sleep for the night ends at this point since Yuna and you have to be evacuated from the chaos that is now your apartment. A duffel bag and another backpack is what you take with you, before your roommate and you rush to Hannah who is living on the other side of the city.

The first two days are alright but you soon realise that your best friend’s apartment is way too tiny to fit the three of you. So, you suggest finding another place—despite the protests—telling them you could just stay at your brother’s flat. Sure, it won’t be ideal, regarding the fact that he’s as busy as you and double the amount of annoying, but Yuna doesn’t have another place to be at as long as your shared one is being repaired.

With your bags sticking to your body, you climb up the stairs and ring the doorbell.

“The fuck are you doing here?”

What a welcoming melody.

“Where’s Minho? And why are you here?”

Jisung rolls his eyes. “Taking a shower.”

“Great, I’ll let myself in,” you say, before you push your brother’s best friend away and enter the apartment.

Your belongings land on the floor, splattered out on the ground and you keep on wondering how Minho and you could grow up so similarly—and yet be so different. While his place is neat and tidy, yours isn’t that much of a new level chaos wise after the burst pipe, if you’re honest.

You walk towards the little kitchen and grab yourself some water, before you turn around and take a glimpse at Jisung. He’s scrolling through his phone giggling like a little school girl. You wanna be annoyed. Because everything this guy does brings out built up anger inside of you, but when you watch those heart eyes that are practically glued to the dim lit screen, a weird feeling rises inside your chest that you can’t quite categorise.

“Y/N, hey, why’re you here? Is everything okay?”

You turn around and find your older brother, severely worried why you show up at his place without an announcement. You’re the opposite from spontaneous, so this is nothing like you.

“Burst pipe in our apartment. Can I stay here for a bit?”

“Sure,” he immediately says and walks towards you, patting your head and you cringe a little when he destroys the style that you spent a n ungodly amount of time on to create.

“What– but what about me, Minho?” you hear a voice echoing from the distance, perhaps Jisung, your brain has been doing a good job in ignoring his existence.

“Sorry, man. Is it okay if you stay at Felix’s place?”

Jisung wants to complain. He really does. He came here last night for the same reason, searching for a place after a similar issue in his apartment—he lives in the same student dormitory as you after all so perhaps it’s a general thing—and now he’s getting kicked out.

“Yeah, fine. I have to pack my things first, though,” he says with an annoyed voice but it doesn’t differ much from the tone he uses around you on a daily basis.

“I’m sorry,” your brother repeats.

“It’s okay, I get it.” Because he does. Despite the mixed feelings he’s had for you all his life, Jisung understands that Minho would let you live at his place first before him. After all, he can just go to Felix’s and his roommate’s apartment and sleep on their couch.

Minho gives him a smile, “Cool, thanks, bro.”

“No biggie. I wanted to try out this new DLC with Felix anyway,” Jisung explains.

Your brother’s attention gets caught, as he averts his gaze towards his best friend again. “Ah, great! Let me know what it’s like so I know if I should buy it once I've got more time for gaming again.”

“Which new DLC?” you interrupt them, wanting to know too. You hate when Jisung pretends you’re not in the room when he talks about video games with Minho while being fully aware it’s one of your hobbies too.

“The game is called Levanter. You wouldn’t understand,” Jisung says with a wink.

That bastard. You’re not sure if he knows but it’s one of your favourites too and Minho must have mentioned it at some point when these two were together, right? Or, well, perhaps you’re not necessarily the centre of topics when they’re together. Obviously.

“The fuck you mean? I play this game too,” you tell him.

“Cool,” is all he says before he brings his focus back to your brother. “Ah, Min. I can also ask the girl I’ve been talking to. She said she’s interested as well.”

What? Jisung has been talking to someone? While there’s this odd sensation inside your belly again, you can’t lose an opportunity to mock him.

You get a bit closer, your arms crossed in front of your chest, “A girl? A girl is talking to you? How much are you paying her per hour?”

Jisung rolls his eyes, before he takes a step towards you. Suddenly—when Minho decides to leave the conversation and get back to the kitchen—the atmosphere from a few nights ago at the club is back. You don’t remember much but you have a memory of your brother’s best friend and you standing outside the building, dangerously close to the brick wall. It’s the same again this time. He’s almost towering over you, making your body hit the wall behind you.

His lips are right at your ear now, making you paralysed, as he whispers, “Very funny, Y/N. You won’t believe it but we’re doing a lot more than talking. Just this morning she sent me another pic of herself while arching her back in front of a mirror and wearing nothing but lingerie—just for me.”

That feeling is back again. Eating you alive from the inside. Anger. Fury. Annoyance. All of the above. The jealousy you’re feeling is so harsh that your brain successfully manages to push away the fact that Jisung is talking to someone online, too. Just like you.

So, you decide to play it cool, when you look him in the eyes and scoff, “Who on earth would be so desperate to send nudes to you?”

All he does is laugh, while you watch him click his tongue. You gulp but try to hide it. What is this weird feeling that’s bubbling up inside your stomach? You’re not jealous of Jisung again, are you? You thought you left the stage of crushing on your brother’s best friend in highschool. That’s why you agreed on even going on a date with Seojun when you were finally ready. Well, for nothing.

But you’ve got j.0ne now. He will help you get over whatever feelings are trying to rise up to the surface of your heart again.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” you announce, before you make a turn and head to the bathroom.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: doll

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: how was your day?

The message reaches you when you’re sitting on the couch with Minho in the evening, but you still decide to reply. Your brother doesn’t seem to notice anyway.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Chaotic and stressful

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: But I’m fine

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Now that you’re texting me

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: simp

You giggle. And for a second you fear that Minho hears it but he doesn’t. He’s too occupied with texting as well. Whoever the hell he’s talking to.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Talking about yourself?

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: I have a little something for you

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: make sure to open it in private

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: [attached picture]

You rush to the bathroom, noticing that Minho is now deeply focused on the animal documentary playing on his TV.

Once you’re out of sight for your brother, you open the message and are greeted with a sweet treat after this long and exhausting day.

J.0ne isn’t wearing a shirt—once again—his abs glistening in the dim light of what seems to be his bathroom. Another video follows, almost the same scene, but this time he’s guiding the camera downwards, revealing he’s only got a towel wrapped around his hips.

Until he hasn’t anymore.

The fabric drops down in an instant, revealing his hardening cock to the mirror and his phone. Fuck. You shouldn’t be watching this while being in Minho’s bathroom.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: you’re such a tease, j

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: been thinking about you all day, doll ;)

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: I even had to skip my lecture and go to one of the bathrooms on campus

You can’t believe he decided to touch himself in a public—although hidden—space because of you. The idea of it gets you going and you notice how you're squeezing your legs together.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: and such a pervert.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: I just can’t help myself

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: you sent that pretty picture this morning

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: how am I supposed to think straight hm

This is so wrong. But you can’t help yourself either.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: look what you do to me

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: [attached video]

Fuck. In order to gain some consciousness, you drop down on the chair inside Minho’s bathroom, before you bring your focus back to the chat.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: pls, doll, pls

You like this version of j.0ne too. You’ve learnt a lot about him—and yourself—during these past weeks. He can be the submissive one too, as it seems. And he enjoys it a lot, just as much as you do.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Please, what?

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: You need to be a bit more specific.

You like taking the lead as well, especially whenever he’s so desperate for you. It’s a whole different setting but that’s what you adore so much about him. It’s never boring and always so… right. It just feels right, whatever you do with him. As if you’ve known each other for ages.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i need to touch myself

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i’m thinking of you

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: what you’d do with me if i was with you right now

You double check if the door is locked and come back to the chair. You’re not able to help yourself—so while one hand is busy typing another message, the other one wanders inside your pyjama pants.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Tell me more

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Come on, pretty boy

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: I need all the details

Because you do. You want this to be as immersive as possible.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: you’d be sitting on my face

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: riding it

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: until I can’t breathe anymore

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: you’d taste so good on my lips and tongue

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: when you come all over my face

Oh, God. Your fingers have passed your underwear, two of them slipping inside your aching hole without any effort—that’s the effect he has on you.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: More, baby

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: I’m not quite convinced yet

Your thumb is busy stimulating your clit, while you continue to read all his messages.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: then you’d ride me

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: choke me

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: and kiss me stupid

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: but I can’t think properly anymore

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: because your pussy would feel so goddamn good around my dick

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: You’d be a good boy for me, hm?

Oh, of course he would.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: yeah

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i promise

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i’d make you come so many times

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: make you moan my name

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: and you’d keep riding me

Your pyjama shorts and panties are pooling around your ankles now, so you have better access. You keep pleasuring yourself, completely surprised about how easily you’re getting turned on today but you blame it on all the stress.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: fuck

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i need to

You click on the button.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: [incoming video call]

He accepts it.

You watch him stroke his pretty cock and you don’t know if it’s the camera angle, but he looks bigger than usual. And rock hard. Just for you.

You try to drown out your moans but some whimpers still make it to the microphone, when you keep touching yourself, spreading your cunt open while you watch j.0ne getting dangerously close to his high.

It happens in the blink of an eye—hot white spurts of cum land on the mirror in front of him, as his pretty groans fill his bathroom. You reach your climax a little later, trying to desperately drown out all the noises, before you end the call again.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: you were oddly silent today

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: getting shy again , doll?

It’s a mystery to you how he can switch personas so easily.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: I’m at a family member’s place. So I had to be a little quiet.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: hmm

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: such a needy girl

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: can’t even get through one day without touching herself to the thought of me

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: You’re one to say that, J

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: thank you for tonight, baby

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Thank you too 🥰🥰

“Y/N,” Jisung says when he sees you entering the study room he’s booked for you.

“Han,” you reply.

Your enemy rolls his eyes when you pick his family’s name again to refer to him but he brushes it off, before he pulls the chair next to him away from the table for you to sit down.

“Wow, what a gentleman you are.”

He takes a closer look at you once you’re beside him and Jisung can feel his breath get stuck in his throat. His eyes widen but you don’t seem to notice. However, he has observed a certain detail that makes his head spin. Usually, he isn’t that quick with grasping things like this but this can’t be a coincidence, right? He’d remember that jewellery out of a thousand anywhere.

You’re wearing that necklace. That butterfly shaped pendant.

That same one that baby_butt3fly is wearing in all the nudes she sent him. Jisung quickly shakes his head, pushing away the occuring thoughts inside his head. This can’t be, right?

“Han? Are you listening?”

He’s dragged out of his spiral of thoughts, when your voice finds his ears. He shakes his head, trying to gain focus again. “Y-Yeah. Sorry. I’m here.”

When he tilts his head and witnesses your expression, Jisung can tell you’re already annoyed with him.

“Good. Whatever the hell is going on in your stoner head again.” You scroll to the next page of the text you’re currently reading. “Any topic ideas?”

Right, he’s here for the uni project the two of you got assigned to. He’s not here to wonder if there might be a very clear connection between you and the girl he’s been texting.

“What is the class about again? Current problems of the music industry, right?”

You roll your eyes. Wow. He seems to be very prepared for your study meeting. “Yeah.”

“How about something related to AI?” he instantly proposes, surprising you with how quick he has an idea. An idea that you actually find useful.

“Oh, I like that, I constantly complain about it too,” you agree. “Maybe compared with overconsumption. Perhaps, how consumers crave more and more content in a much shorter span of time and artists barely can keep up. You have to be faster and better every day.”

He nods, giving you a smile which you try to ignore, “Love that. Throw in some TikTokification of the creative industry and we’re already there.”

Sometimes it feels as if the two of you share some brain cells. At least considering artsy and creative processes. It’s the same whenever you hang out with Chan in the studio. Your best friend’s brother, Jisung and another shared friend of theirs—Changbin—work part time for a music production firm while you are an employee for the same company—just for a different team with Hannah and Yunjin. So, it’s nothing unusual that you decide to work together from time to time. And you’ve noticed it before, music wise speaking, Jisung and you seem to be on the same page pretty often.

“Wow. I’m surprised that we have a common ground for once in our life,” you still say, ignoring the inner monologue you just had.

“That’s a lie, Y/N,” Jisung replies. Obviously, he must be thinking about all the hours spent inside the studio.

“Hm?”

“Have you forgotten how much we both used to enjoy daring each other with the stupidest shit when we were younger?”

Oh, you remember that one too. Although you didn’t expect him to go this way.

It started out rather harmless, when Jisung had just turned five and you were still four—he will forever make fun of you for being just slightly younger than him, not even a full year—and you were sitting outside in the huge garden behind the house you grew up in. Minho’s father and your mother had just gotten married, giving you a new step brother who made it his new goal in life to always protect you. However, Minho was in bed that day, having caught a bad fever, and when Jisung came over to play there was just you who was there.

You didn’t get along right from the beginning—which hasn’t quite changed until this day—perhaps solely based on the fact of both being rather shy children and not speaking much. Until Jisung told you how his older brother said that girls can’t climb up trees. Fury sparkled inside your eyes and you made your first bet. He dared you to clamber up that old zelkova in the backyard which you did with no effort. From that day on, he kind of admired you although he would never admit that. You looked like a pretty butterfly up there between the limbs and leaves.

“I could never forget about them. After all, I won more often than you,” you tease him, clicking your tongue.

Jisung pretends to be offended although it could be real too. “Excuse me—what? Nah, you’re the loser when it comes to this.”

“Ah, really?”

You lean closer and Jisung can feel his heart drop down to his stomach. He senses his pulse pumping through his veins and he prays for his life that his blood won’t rush down to his dick at any second. But how can he stay normal when you’re so close, wearing that short dress combined with a tight sweater that gives him a nice idea of what you might look like under the fabric. Get it together, Jisung.

“Then dare me,” you continue. “Dare me to do whatever you want.”

Jisung gulps. Fuck. Rationally speaking, he knows you didn’t mean it like this. But he wishes you said this to him in a much more forbidden situation. He shushes the thoughts away, especially when he thinks about the fact that he’s finally got a crush on another girl after all these years of silently and secretly simping for you—his best friend's younger sister. The girl he met online has done a great job to bring his attention away from you and to her. And thinking about you the way he’s done since his teenage years feels utterly wrong, almost like cheating although he’s not in a serious relationship with user baby_butt3rfly. Well, he doesn’t even know what she fully looks like. Or what her name is.

“You want me to dare you to do anything?”

You raise one of your eyebrows. It’s still so much fun to tease Jisung like that. “Hm, anything.”

Until you see his gaze darken.

“I’ve got something for you. Little Miss Innocent.”

“Innocent?”

“Hm, at least that’s what everyone thinks you are. Chan, Minho, Changbin. And I think they’re right. I’ve never seen you with a guy or a girl.”

The dagger that he shoves inside your heart—unaware of the fact that you’re reminded of both Seojun and the fact that he seems to perceive you in a way that differs a lot from reality—hurts and you get thrown off the wagon for a second. But only until you remind yourself that you’re betting with Jisung.

“Not everyone shares their escapades, just so you know,” you say with a wink. You’re not lying. After all, you came in front of your computer camera three nights in a row, while a stranger—Discord user j.0ne—was either calling you his good girl or begged you to call him your good boy with no end. “And you also don’t have to think I’m anything like you, Jisung. I’ve never seen you with anyone either.”

“Alright,” he says, “then whoever finds someone first to passionately make out with tonight at the semester opening party, wins the bet.”

“What’s the loser gonna do?” you ask, leaning back on your chair.

“Oh, you mean, what are you gonna have to do after I win? Uhm, let’s see,” he starts, his eyes wandering around in the study room, as he pretends to brainstorm, “how about, whoever loses the bet has to do 75% of our shared project?”

That seems fair. Although it’s not. But you’re so confident about this bet that you won’t worry. “Ugh, whatever, I’m fine with that. After all, it doesn’t concern me anyway since I’m gonna win.”

Jisung smirks, reaching out his hand and finding yours, palms meeting one another.

“Good luck, Y/N,” he says.

“To you too, Han.”

A few hours later you find yourself on campus with your close friends, a drink in one hand and your phone in the other one, currently taking silly selfies with Yunjin. It’s nice to forget about all the struggles that have been harassing your mind for the past minutes—the drama with Seojun, your apartment issues, the project you have to do with Jisung. Tonight is only about having fun.

And winning a bet.

Well, yeah, speaking of winning a bet—you thought about just making out with one of your female friends but you know that Jisung won’t let that one slide. You wonder if it’s the same thing if you kissed Changbin or Chan, considering they are your friends too, but you’re sure that he’d count that. As dumb and heteronormative as it is. But you have a much higher trust level with your girlfriends than with Hannah’s older brother, that is for sure. So, if you want to make it believable without kissing some stranger because you don’t feel like doing that, Chan might be your victim of the night.

But you push that idea aside, after all you still have time. Jisung is busy buying another round of beers for his friends and himself, when you decide to approach him—confidence being induced by the beverages you’ve had so far.

“Hey, loser,” you greet your brother’s best friend.

He rolls his eyes when he sees you, before taking a sip from his beer, “What are you? A high school bully that wants my lunch money?”

“Duh, I’m calling you a loser because I’m about to win this little game that we’re playing,” you remind him.

He tilts his head. “I told you kissing one of your friends doesn’t count.”

“And kissing one of your friends?”

Faster than Jisung is able to react, he watches you storm off in the distance, searching for a certain someone. Perhaps, it’s not necessarily a friend of his that you have in mind but they for sure are part of the same friend group.

You take a look all over campus, finding a friend that studies the same minor as you. Hwang Hyunjin. He would definitely be down to make out with you. Even more. You’ve never thought you’d get that desperate since you’ve never viewed him in anything but a platonic light but if you wanna win this bet this will do.

But you know that Jisung despises him for whatever reason that you can’t explain. And wouldn’t it be a blast to make out with your enemy’s enemy?

Then you see a girl approach Hyunjin, getting dangerously close to him with two new drinks and he places his lips on her neck. Yeah, screw that. You thought you could count on him but you guess you were wrong.

Okay, abort that mission.

You consider searching for some stranger again but the idea doesn’t really faze you. You’ve never been into one night stands and such—yes, this is only about a little kiss but still—so this idea is immediately deleted again. Apart from that, making out with one of Jisung’s friend just sounds like the most diabolical plan you’ve ever had. It’s like hitting three birds with a stone—you win the bet, you can get on Jisung’s last nerve with it and ignore the jealousy driven feeling that’s been bubbling up inside your stomach the whole day.

What would j.0ne think if he saw you like this? Is this being unfaithful? It’s not as if you’re a couple or anything close to that and you’re sure he’s got a hundred other girls lining up and even sending him nudes—although the idea makes you nauseous—so why should you feel bad?

Well, you still own something called a guilty conscience and it doesn’t feel right to make out with some random guy at a party just to video call your Discord boy later. 

But you decide to ignore that part, until another idea enters your mind. You can just ask a friend for help. A certain someone pops up in your mind and you grab your phone from your skirt’s pocket—yes, this one has pockets—to text him. He should be around here too, very likely near Jisung.

[ You ]: Channiiiieee

He immediately responds.

[ Chan 🐺 ]: Yeah?

You type again.

[ You ]: I need a favour 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

[ Chan 🐺 ]: I will not be helping you with any of your dumb bets with Jisung.

How on earth does he know? Jisung must have told him and you’re not even surprised.

[ You ]: Channie pls ):

[ Chan 🐺 ]: What is it this time? Whoever drinks more? Dancing on a table? Something with drugs???

Oh, so he knows about the bet itself but not what it’s about.

[ You ]: No…

[ You ]: Whoever finds someone to make out 

[ You ]: Can you pls help me find a person

[ Chan 🐺 ]: I will not.

You sigh, before you type again.

[ You ]: Channie pls ):

[ Chan 🐺 ]: This won’t get you anywhere, Y/N.

Ugh, you can never count on Mr. Drama-free. Is he sure he’s a Libra man? 

[ Chan 🐺 ]: I’ve got another idea though.

That sparks curiosity. Well, you’ve had that idea before too but you didn’t want to approach your friend that directly, right?

[ You ]: Yeah???

[ Chan 🐺 ]: We can just make out.

You get reminded of the fact that he’s just a man. A very predictable one like all of them. But he’s willing to help a girl out so you don’t complain.

[ You ]: You’re joking aren’t you??

You pretend to be surprised although this just works right into your plan.

[ Chan 🐺 ]: Hey

[ Chan 🐺 ]: Is the idea of kissing me so disgusting??

If you’re honest, you’ve never thought about it. You don’t view Chan in a light like that. But it’ll be okay in order to win the bet.

[ You ]: No

[ You ]: Tbh you have pretty lips 😊

[ Chan 🐺 ]: You too 😌

However, you don’t quite get why he would even propose that idea, now that you think about it. So, you ask further.

[ You ]: What do you get out of this??

[ Chan 🐺 ]: I saw my ex around here. With the guy she told me not to worry about.

This and another reason related to Jisung that he can’t tell you.

[ You ]: Yikes, I’m sorry…

[ Chan 🐺 ]: It’s okay. So we’ve got a deal?

[ You ]: Yes!!

[ You ]: You’re sure that’s okay? it won’t make anything weird?

Ruining this precious friendship with someone like Chan is the last thing you want.

[ Chan 🐺 ]: It won’t, I promise. I’m just doing this to help my good friend.

[ Chan 🐺 ]: Also, we should make sure Hannah doesn’t see us. She can’t know about this.

Fuck, right. Chan is still your best friend’s brother. How in your success-hungry mind could you not remember that?

[ You ]: Oh god obv yes!! I totally forgot about that part 😳😳

[ Chan 🐺 ]: It’s okay.

[ Chan 🐺 ]: Then come here, babygirl.

You burst out into laughter and the people that are standing next to you start looking your way, but you ignore them.

[ You ]: 💀💀 

[ You ]: don’t ever say that again

How on earth are you supposed to stay serious and kiss him when he texts shit like that? Has this ever worked on someone?

[ Chan 🐺 ]: Sorry, it sounded better in my head 😭

[ Chan 🐺 ]: Hurry up now before I change my mind.

Jisung realises that his last drink might have been too much. He gave up on the bet a long time ago, realising that he doesn’t feel like kissing anyone tonight except for you or the girl he’s been talking to online.

God, he’s so pathetic for still having a crush on you after all these years. And here he was thinking that the woman from Discord could maybe distract him a little. The good part about being a bit beyond the level of tipsy is that he forgets about the similarities between you two. That stupid necklace. You’ve probably just bought it on Etsy or somewhere, so it’s just a coincidence that the other girl has it too, right?

He takes a few steps out of the crowd, searching for a garbage can to throw away his empty plastic cup until something crosses his vision that he didn’t want to see at all.

Your lips on Chan’s.

Chan’s lips on yours.

As you two are standing there, he’s grabbing you by the neck, your fingers entangled with his.

You for sure did take the bet seriously. Passionately. That’s what he’d describe this make out session. He wants to drag Chan away from you and replace his lips with his own, showing you who you really belong to although he’s lost his chance a while ago.

Jisung watches you pull away from his older friend, giving him one last peck before Chan whispers something into your ear and leaves you there for a moment. When you turn around, you instantly witness Jisung—after all, you’ve strategically chosen this certain spot to make out with Chan, in the hopes of your enemy to find you.

You chuckle, before you approach him.

“Congrats, Y/N,” he says, avoiding eye contact.

“You’re such a sore loser, Han,” you tease him. And God, you’re so glad that you did what you did. The kiss wasn’t anything spectacular—not that you’ve kissed many people—since Chan and you are nothing more than friends, that’s what you are sure of especially after this kiss. But you seem to be a good actress. On top of that, it helped you get rid of the weird jealousy feeling you’ve been having all day.

“Have a good night,” he says, before he turns around on his feet.

“Jisung, wait–“

That’s all? Something seems off. Perhaps he’s had too much to drink, but when you try to follow him in order to ask him if he’s fine—just like he did with you a couple of days ago—you lose him in the crowd. Fuck. All the calls you leave aren’t answered either.

Meanwhile Jisung is searching for the first exit he finds, fighting for dear life when he feels the tears pricking in his eyes.

You said you were over her.

Get it together, man.

Not in public, do not fucking cry in public, you idiot.

He knows he shouldn’t talk to himself this way but today is just a fucking horrible day, as it seems. The entire subway ride is spent listening to some loud music on his headphones and staring out the window, as Jisung desperately tries to get rid of that scene inside his head of you and Chan kissing.

When he arrives at Felix’s apartment, no one’s at home so he decides to plop down on the couch and turn on the TV.

When Jisung grabs out his phone for the first time, he thinks about texting you. He opens the chat but just stares at the screen for a solid minute, before he closes it again.

Until he receives a notification.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: heyyyy how was your day

Of course, his favourite girl was gonna save the day.

You receive an answer from j.0ne when you’re back home. 

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: absolute shit tbh

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: but how bout you doll?

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: are you fine?

God, you feel sorry that he’s had similar issues today. But maybe comforting him will help you get your mind off whatever the hell that last interaction with Jisung was.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: hmm I should be

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: I went out with friends but idk my mood kinda went down from one sec to another

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: why’s that?

You don’t feel like opening up at the moment. You trust your new friend, you really do, but distraction is what you need right now.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: idk

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: what’s on your mind, doll?

Why does he need to be so… caring? You could fall in love with him right away.

In case this hasn’t happened yet anyway.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: don’t wanna talk about it

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: that’s fine

You decide to turn the conversation around and towards whatever is going on in his life.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: and you? what pissed you off today?

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: nothing important. just a lot of stress rn and a party I went to was shit so I should have just stayed home.

You feel like this would have been the better option, too. What did you get out of tonight? A few hours of fun with your friends and a stupid bet that you could have lived without. Yeah, kissing someone was nice, but you’d rather have j.0ne with you anyway. So, what’s the use in it?

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: yeah, me too

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: then we could have spend some time together you know ;)

One good thing did happen, though. Or, well, it did not happen.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: but hey at least I didn’t see my ex at the party this time

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i’m glad!

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: this guy should stop haunting you

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: or I’m gonna find him and break his nose

You catch your lower lip between your teeth, imagining j.0ne as your knight in shining armour, who protects you from all the evil in this world—Seojun.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: J… I’ve never seen you so violent

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Kinda hot ngl

You are turned on by his sentence, you can’t deny that.

But he switches the conversation around, since he doesn’t seem to be in the mood for anything like this and that’s okay.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: you’re cute

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Cute? You think I’m cute?

You don’t know what he means with that. Whenever Seojun called you cute, he used that word to belittle you, make you feel like an unrealistic dreamer.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i think you’re adorable, doll

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i enjoy talking to you

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: spending time with you

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: not just sexually

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: generally

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: you manage to put a smile on my face every day so thank you for being in my life

Oh, God. You’re gonna cry. How is your heart supposed to survive this?

Is he even real?

You doubt it more every day.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Woah

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Simp

There was no way you were gonna miss this chance.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: 🙄🙄

Still, you decide to show him the same thankfulness.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: I’m kidding

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: I’m glad to have you too J ❤️

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: You’ve helped me so much

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: I can’t talk to anyone the same way that we do

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Not even my closest friends 

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: So, thank you for being here

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: ❤️❤️

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: can I share something with you?

You decide to get a bit more comfortable on the sofa, taking a quick glimpse to the front door of your brother’s apartment but he doesn’t seem to be home yet.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Always, go on

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: before I start, no need to get jealous, yeah? I only have eyes for you but I saw a girl at a party tonight that I used to have a crush on…

Your heart drops down. At least by a kilometre. Although he told you to not get jealous, how are you supposed to just ignore that?

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Oh

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Did… did you talk or?

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: not really

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i saw her kissing one of my friends

Oh, God. That’s awful. That’s even worse than seeing your ex and Nabi holding hands on campus.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Fuck I’m sorry

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: I relate too much with my ex

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Not trying to make this about myself!! 

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Just trying to say that I get what it feels like and I’m sorry

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: You deserve so much better you know that, right?

You realise you’re rambling. You always do that whenever you’re trying to help someone that you like.

That you like?

Yeah, well, J.0ne is a good friend, right?

Although you wished he’d be more to you than some online friend that you occasionally get off with together.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: do I?

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Yeah, J

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: I bet your even better irl

You’re sure about it.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: better?

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Don’t make me say it

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: but I want you to say it

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: come on

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: be a simp for me for once

You roll your eyes but continue texting anyway.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: fine 🙄🙄

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: i bet you’re even more attractive irl

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: i know I’d feel safe around you

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: you know the other night when I was drunk,,, how you immediately ignored all my flirting and all

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: doll

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: that’s the bare fucking minimum. this doesn’t make me better.

Your heart aches a little, knowing he’s right.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: maybe my experiences were shit with men and that’s why I praise you for this

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: but it’s not just that

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: i have a feeling that you’re a wonderful person inside and outside

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: boyfriend material you know

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: boyfriend material? You want me to be your boyfriend?

Yes, the answer is yes. But you should meet him in the real world first, right?

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: maybe…

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: no rush tho

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: we wanted to get to know each other first

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: does this mean you’re ready to meet me irl?

You are. You absolutely are.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: I think I am

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: okay

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: me too

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i’m going on a camping trip with friends this weekend

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: why don’t you join us?

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: there’s another girl with us too and I think you would become friends with her in an instant

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: she’s a good friend of mine

You wonder if he’s talking about the girl he took care of that was drunk. But you don’t care. The idea sounds lovely. You can’t wait to meet him. Finally.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i’ll send you the details tomorrow, doll

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: sweet dreams ❤️

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Okay!!

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Goodnight, J ❤️

Before you decide to get ready for bed, you open the chat with Jisung another time and send him a quick message after contemplating for far too long.

[ You ]: Hey, I hope you made it back home safely. You don’t have to do 75% of our project, we will do this the fair way so don’t worry (:

You wait for a text back. You wait more. And even more. But Jisung never replies to you.

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Boyfriend Series || Han Jisung

How he asked you out:

Well, it first started at school. This little sucker had no idea what high school had in store for him when he joined your new school, but the second he laid eyes on you he felt his heart stop. Cliché I know, but he’s a sucker for romance and once his chocolate orbs landed on yours, he knew you’d be the Juliet to his Romeo.

Months and months would go by of him refusing to make any sort of eye contact with you, but all of that changed when your teacher though it was a good idea to make a new seating arrangement and placed the two of you together. Both of you easily felt the tension whenever you had to work in your table group, which was just the two of you. Jisung was constantly trying not to embarrass himself (thinking that the best way to do it was to pretend that you weren’t there). He would work on one part of the assignment while you would work on the other and in the end, the two of you would just present your parts up in front of the classroom. It ended up working somehow which the teacher noticed, so she assigned a harder task. The two of you would have to play the main characters in (yup, you guessed it) the tragedy Romeo and Juliet.

In Jisung’s mind, this was the best way to win you over, to impress you with his acting and vocal harmonization skills only to have you fall into his arms. He became engulfed in the script and practiced it whenever he could, sometimes even forgetting to do other homework because of it. [my uwus]

Fast forward to the night of the play. The two of you had rehearsed many times, however there was one scene that you pushed away, the kiss scene. Both of you agreed that the best way to do it was to be at the night of the play. Of course, this also meant a complete and utterly embarrassed Jisung when the scene came up. You opened on of your eyes, the one facing farther from the crowd. He looked at you, his eyes sparkling with fear, anxiety, admiration and worry. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him as he placed a sweet chaste kiss upon your lips. You didn’t expect his lips to be warm and gentle, but you found them intoxicating. 

In order to keep the audience on the balls of their feet, he pulled away, placing another on your forehead. His touch lingering. Sniffles could be heard in the audience from impressed and emotional parents (and students wow).

But like, once the curtains closed, you couldn't get up. Your bestie Hyunjin had to help you get up because omg you needed that kiss.

Okay and fast forward to a week after you guys began to talk more. Jisung and you were dorky and all, as usual, but something bothered you all the time. Jisung began to distant himself from you whenever you’re guy friends were around. So you asked him what was up and all he replied with was, “I like you.”

And you guys just happened.

What it’s like:

Every opportunity he gets, he spends it with you. You guys are study buddies but with certain things you guys don’t get, you ask Felix for help.

He likes cute and simple coffee dates and such, with you two sharing a small table and talking about your day which drifts to mindless conversations about school, friends, and crazy conspiracies theories. 

I feel like Jisung would be more into cuddling and watching movies at home rather than being out and about doing crazy dates, but every once in a while he’s oblige.

He’s so cute whenever you’re around him and gets giddy easily. Just your smile alone could make his heart jump a mile even years after you got together.

He’s just a cutie.

Skinship:

Omg this kid never lets go of your hand. Every opportunity he finds, he puts his hand in yours. It’s like when you aren’t holding his, a piece of him is missing and he longs for you whenever. Even at night when the two of you fall asleep in his room playing Felix’s Fortnite game, he ends up always holding your hand. It makes everyone squeal or barf and sometimes both.

He loves to kiss your forehead. Like all the time. In public, at home, in the car, at night, in the kitchen. Literally whenever and wherever. It makes you feel secure and safe.

He’s not too big on PDA but he still will do it whenever he’s in the mood.

With others:

This kid brags about you all the time its sickening to the boys.

“You see her? That’s my girlfriend. Respect her.”

“Omg she’s so cute. You guy’s know we’re dating right?”

“HEY JYP! HAVE YOU ME-” 

He stopped after that.

But like he puts his arms around you whenever hes with the guys. It’s not a territorial thing, but more of a ‘She’s perfect, don’t worry I’m not a douche I love her’ kind of thing.

Overall:

I mean, he’s just a total dork so like, you guy’s will have a lot of fun together.

You make my World Freeze 💙✨💫🫂

Chapter 1 | Mr. & Mrs. Tastebuds

When one of your names is said in conversation, a beaming smile is sure to follow on each of your faces...

You and Han Jisung are best friends, soulmates, the literal Ying to each other's Yang.

But could you be more than that.....

Synopsis: Sarice had moved to Korea to continue to pursue an education at one of the best Universities there. Like any other day, she walks into the local cafe to get her regular "unique" order. When it turns out, it's not just unique to you, but to The 4th Gen Ace himself, Han Jisung; who just so happened to be standing next to her taking his order at the same time as you. From there a friendship bloomed, but other feelings trickled in that may put a thorn in her relationship with him.

Sarice and Han Jisung

When one of their names are said by the other, or by someone else in conversation, a smile that beams brighter than actual light itself appears on each of their faces.

~~

I had moved to Korea years ago to start university and begin pursuing an education in Korean History and language. Growing up in a place like NYC, discovering new cultures was a norm. But my love for learning and my naturally inquistive nature led me to being fascinated with details about any culture, and what made it unique.

So I decided after gaining a degree in Anthropology, it was time to go global. And Korea was number 1 on my list.

Now, I have been a fan of K Pop since 2NE1. CL stole my heart and I wouldn't even attempt to try to get it back from her. Then there was Shinee, Big Bang, Girls Generation, 4 Minute...... the list goes on!

As of today, my Ult Groups are Stray Kids, BTS, Ateez, and Seventeen. I found each of these groups in times in my life where I truly felt it was destiny for me to find them when I did. And for that reason, they all hold special places in my heart.

~~

It was almost the end of my first year in uni. I was honestly expecting myself to struggle a lot, but I managed to pass my classes enough to keep my A- average!

I had gotten an earlier than usual start to my day to make sure I had a bit of extra time to just sit and chill at my new found favorite cafe. It's also conveniently a block away from campus, so it's a win win for me.

I walk inside the cafe and get hit with lavender, cinnamon, and ground coffee in my nostrils. I never get tired of feeling like I'm stepping into a quaint cottage with those scents in the air. Brick walls, stained cedar wood tile floors with matching tables and chairs, and an endless rotation of tropical plants. The cafe screams comfort corner, and it's why it's become my favorite.

I make my way to the cashier and am greeted by Lisa, who always somehow manages to be the one to be at the register when I come in the cafe and place my order. But I ain't complaining, cause I swear she put's magic in the Hazelnut Cold Brews when I order them. She's around my height (5'10"), an asymmetrical bob cut with a shego green color dye, and a slim built. She has a sweet and genuine smile, cause she really loves her job and it shows.

As if by a freak accident, as I'm telling my order to Lisa, a deep but soft voice says word for word my exact same order. It legit took me a moment to realize that my voice wasn't doubled but that there was someone next to me placing their order at the same time I was.

I stare bug eyed at Lisa and I was legit frozen. My social cues went out the window as my anxiety started kicking in. Lisa flashed a reassuring smile and gently motioned her head to the side, signaling for me to turn and look at whoever it was next to me. I took a shuddered deep breathe, and slowly turned to the left to get a look at who apparently, has the same taste in food as me. It was a man. Chocolate brown frays of hair were peeking out from under a black beanie. Black/Brown boba eyes that shined like the reflection of light off a creek in spring time. Cheeks that just made me want to pinch them, they were round and looked so soft (I didn't by the way, even though I REALLY wanted to). He wore an oversized, baggy, black distressed shirt, paired with baggy, flared bottom jeans, and chunky platform converse. My eyes made their way back up to his face, and I realized who I was standing in front of.

Han FUCKING Jisung!

1/3 of 3racha, the production, rapline and Ace of Stray Kids.

I was internally screaming!!

I didn't realize how zoned out I was until a small, deep toned chuckle left his lips.

"I-I I'm sorry. I-I just didn't t-think someone would have the same taste in coffee as me." I somehow manage to get those words out my lips, and I'm mentally slapping myself on the forehead for my stupid stuttering. My eyes went straight to the floor that I wish would just swallow me up at this point.

"Well......" He says with a pause. My head shoots up to see him looking at me with the warmest smile. "That just means we have superior taste buds." He had such a reassuring look in his eyes, that it melted away any bit of embarrasment that was settling in my body. With that, a small smile appears on my face.

"Well Mr. Superior Taste Buds......" I reach my hand over to grab my order from off the counter, that was actually sitting there ready for a few minutes already. "I have a bit of time to spare and would love to hear your take on food, care to join me?" My smile widens and I give him a wink. I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE FUCK THE WINK CAME FROM, BUT A BITCH WAS BEING BOLD THAT DAY.

His eyebrows shoot up and his eyes slightly widen at my sudden showing of boldness. He was quite impressed and deep down inside thankful that she made the first move, cause his heart was RACING.

A small smirk comes across his face. Keeping eye contact with me, he reaches his hand out to pick up his order from the counter. "That would be nice, Mrs. Superior Taste Buds." He winks back at me and puts his hand out for me to grab it.

AXZVXBHEJHOESHVKJSGHR

WHAT DO YOU MEAN MRS.?!?!???!?!

With no hesitation, my hand finds it's way to his. As our palms touch, a warmth surged through my body and my cheeks felt hot. Now me being a black woman, I don't usually have a visible blush.

BUT BABY............ THIS MAN HAD ME MELTING

His thumb gently rubbed over my fingers and knuckles. "I'll take you to my favorite table to sit at." He turns towards the back of the cafe leading the way. I turn my head to quickly steal a look at Lisa who was SHOOK at what just happened in front of her eyes. "WE'RE TALKING ABOUT THIS TOMORROW" she silently mouths to me, and I give her a quick thumbs up, turning my head and my attention back to Han.

~~

From that day at the cafe to 3 years later. I'm in my last year at university and best friends with Han Jisung.

Life has been nothing short of amazing, especially with gaining 7 brothers, aka the other members of Stray Kids. If I'm not hanging out with Han, I'm on facetime with Channie as he's in the studio and I'm studying, spamming Lee Know with Cat memes, roasting red carpet celebrity looks with I.N, having a personalized gym routine made by Changbin and having him occasionally join me in working out, trading obscure recipes with Felix and trying them out together, dance practice video calls with Hyunjin, and Seungmin volunteering himself to be my tutor while he tells me random Korean history facts. Needless to say, these boys have added so much to my life. But with that, there's a burden I've been carrying the whole time.

Han being an idol has its challenges, but we've created a system that still allows us to have quality time with each other. Today is one of the days where I get to chill with him in the studio. What he doesn't know is that I've surprised him with his favorite, his go to order from the cafe that we met at, along with a slice of chocolate cheesecake.

I make my way into the JYP building and greet the different staff members I bump into on the way to the floor the studio he's in is on. I finally make it to the elevator and immediately slump against the wall, a groan of a held in sigh leaves my mouth.

I've been in love with Han Jisung since we met in that damn cafe. It's grown into an overflowing bucket that always tries to make itself known when I'm around him, but I put a lid on it.

I really did try not to fall in love as quickly as I did but..... can you blame me?!?!?!

He laughs with his whole body but makes sure to land gentle touches on me when I'm sitting next to him during one of his laughing fits.

His eyes put fairy lights to shame, when he talks about anything he's passionate about. And it's always followed by deep conversations that I adore.

And he just always knows how I'm feeling; He's fucking psychic I swear!

He knows when to hold my hand, caress my cheek and brush strands of hair out of my face.

AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON HIS HUGS!

Time stops whenever I'm in his arms. He's my safe place.

On nights like tonight, I usually just sit in silence in the background working on assignments, while he's working on a song. Being in silence together is probably one of my favorite things I do with him. But tonight, if there is silence after my plan of pouring out my heart to him..... then I hope to God the earth actually swallows me whole this time.

~~

Hey Guys!

This is my first time writing a story like this, and I'm honestly proud of myself for taking a step into trying something new for myself.

This story was inspired by a Character AI chat I actually have for Han, lol

I accept constructive criticism but rudeness will not be tolerated!

I hope you all enjoyed the story!

TAGLIST:

@adestayskz

@semi-semiisbae

@guqsnfics

𝓛𝓸𝓯𝓲 𝓛𝓾𝓼𝓽 ♡

{ Pairing } - Producer.bf!Jisung x afab.gf!reader

{ Genre } - NSFW; s/f/d(dark)*, PWP, established relationship

{ Synopsis } - Your boyfriend doesn't know any other method of stress relief, other than creating music. He can get so consumed by it, it can become the stressor. So you decide to present him with a new method. That's how you found yourself walking down the street in nothing but lingerie and a long coat.

{ WC } - 2.9k

{ Warnings & Tags } - 18+ MDNI, *forced orgasm/slight dubcon if you squint, everything is consensual but there is begging for more when reader might be at her limit so that's why I'm including dubcon (for those who may find it triggering)*, use of pet names (baby, angel, mine, my love, good girl & Ji), very lowkey needy/soft dom & romantic sub dynamic, worshipping reader, oral (f. recieving), squirting, overstimulation, unprotected piv (do as I say & not as I write, pee after sex too!), creampie, cum feeding & eating, fingers in mouth, pussy worship, I may just have gotten carried away with oral fixations okay? FORGIVE ME.

{ Disclaimer } - This work is in no way associated or depicting the actual life of the members of SKZ. It is a fictional piece of work, and I do not own Stray Kids. All works of fiction are loosely inspired by SKZ, and in no way am I saying it is true to their character.

{ A/N } - I originally was going to post a Hyunjin oneshot next, but I wanted to finish this one in time for Jiji's birthday! It's 2 am on the 14th where I am heheh. Hopefully you all like it. Han producing music will always be hot asf for me personally lmao. Barely proofread.

The air was cool, seeping underneath your long wool coat. In any other circumstance, on a late fall night, the coat would be enough to keep the chill out. Today however, it wouldn't. But you still kept walking, determined to make it to Jisungs studio. 

You focused on the clicking of the heels on the boots you wore. And the sound of the wind picking up, signalling a blustery night ahead. The small sounds calm your nerves. 

You were anxious about Jisung's reaction, he was in one of his moods again. You understand, you truly do. Juggling everything he has to on his plate, it was no easy feat. There were times he'd just let that dark veil take over, and shut everyone out without even meaning to. 

You knew he was in that state again when you hadn't seen or heard from him in three days. It wasn't for lack of effort on your end either. Every phone call sent to voicemail, every text sent by you was met with the same response;

'At the studio, I'll text you after, angel'.

You knew it was time for intervention when Chan texted you that he was only coming home, at 2 in the morning no less, to shower and change. No eating, no resting, just back to the studio afterwards.

This had happened twice before in the almost year you've been dating. Each time you remember talking with him afterwards, he always said the same thing;

'making music is my stress relief.'

That may be true, but it doesn't change the fact that he is also a workaholic. One who easily gets lost in the creative space he has built a career off of. And once that diligence sets in, it's hard to shake off. 

So here you are, ready to try a new approach. Ready to offer a new kind of relief. An alternative. 

You and Jisungs sex life was far from boring. Far from infrequent, you'd say too. But it surely was more... monotonous. You'd never complain about it, and neither would he. There was nothing wrong with it. It just happened at the 'perfect' times in your relationship. 

Before bed, after date nights, on monthly anniversaries, to express massive amounts of love, etc. 

It was never to celebrate happiness, calm anger, or comfort sadness. Never to relieve stress. 

You were determined to change that. There was no reason you could not help him in any way you could. And in this aspect, you knew you could. 

Still, you were nervous. This would be new, he never did well with new. 

Your footsteps stopped, leaving only the sound of the wind in your ears. Until you pressed your badge against the card reader, listening to the beeps, to the gears unlock. 

Once inside the lobby, the clinking of your heels against the vinyl tile filled your ears. Each step matches the thumping in your heart, you find yourself speed walking.

 You smiled and gave a little wave to the staff in the lobby, and they returned it. 

In the elevator, the sound of its melodic music filled your ears next. The whirring background noise the machinery made, stopped, as you reached your desired floor. 

There was silence when you stepped off. The flooring is carpeted now, and soundproof rooms lined the hallway leaving the night quiet. 

You took a deep breath and made your way to the door you knew was your boyfriend's. It was unlocked, thankfully. 

You let yourself in, seeing the silhouette of your boyfriends back facing the door in the blue lighting. 

He was all about ambiance in this facet of life, having LED's lining the ceiling. The only source of light in the room, besides the glowing screens of his monitors. 

He was sat in his chair, headphones on, hood up, head nodding in tandem with his fingers tapping. 

You took the opportunity to slide your boots off. Opting to keep your coat on, you brushed your hair over one shoulder. You took your badge from around your neck, and tossed it on the leather couch that was against the wall. 

Padding your way over to him, you place your hand on his shoulder lightly. He tenses under your touch, and turns his head. He's frowning when he first faces you, eyebrow furrowed together. 

When he sees you though, he softens. The corners of his mouth slightly upturning to a small smile. 

"Baby..." He whispers, sliding his head phones off. Soft lofi music is filling the room from them. 

He grabs your hand off his shoulder, bringing it to his lips. He's pressing soft kisses to your palm, and placing it on his cheek. 

"It's late my angel, why are you here?" He says in a husky voice with more volume. 

Your heart flutters at his gentleness, and you bend down to press your own lips to the top of his head. A musky, yet spicy vanilla scent fills your nostrils. His scent. 

"I'm here to help you baby." You murmur to him softly. 

That caught his attention. He fully swivelled around to face you, taking both of your hands in his. He gazed up into your eyes, a curious look on his face. 

You smiled down on him, feeling nothing but love for this man. You'd relax him in any way you can. You placed a hand on each side of his face, bending down again. No more words were said as you kissed him. As your hands slid down his neck, his found themselves on yours, pulling you closer to him. Matching your eagerness.

You let your hands fully slide off him, and tilted your head to deepen the kiss. Your trembling fingers were working the buttons on your coat. One by one, releasing the fabric from your bare skin. 

You stood up, letting the coat fall from your shoulders.

Jisung lets out a soft gasp, and licks his lips. 

Exposed to him, was his favorite lingerie you owned. It was a bra and panty set, satin and lace. Revealing. 

All white. 

Your boyfriends favorite part. He always said that the contrast against your melanated skin was a work of art. He joked about commissioning Hyunjin, if he didn't have to see you essentially naked.

So here you stood before him, presenting yourself to him. Silently willing him to do as he pleases. To take your body and use you to decompress. You were too nervous to say it.

He traces the swell of your breast with a finger, curving around the delicate lace. It's a simple touch, but it still sends a shiver down your spine. Goosebumps blooming on your skin. 

"So sexy." He mumbles, eyes roving your whole body. 

He stands up, kissing you desperately, and walking you back to the couch. Your knees hit the back of it, and you're forced to sit. Lips ripping away from his, panting at the desire in his eyes. 

All your nerves were gone. New or not, it would never change the fact that Jisung craved you as much as you craved him. 

He held himself up with his hands on the back of the couch, and hovered above you for a moment looking you in the eyes. 

Then he was sinking to the ground, on his knees, between your legs. His hands smooth over your thighs, making them pliant with soft kisses, before he spreads them open. Your pussy is glistening behind the lace, and he licks his lips again. 

His hand glides from your thigh, to your heat. Thumb brushing against that sensitive bud, the friction eliciting a whine from you. 

His eyes snap up to you, and he holds your gaze as his tongue licks a stripe up your clothed core. The tip of it flicking deliciously against your sensitive clit. 

"Mmmm..." He groaned at the taste of you, "All for me?"

You moan at his tongue swiping against you again, and again, "All for you, my love." 

His fingers hook underneath the band of your underwear, and he peels them off you. He's whimpering, watching as strings of your arousal stick to them. The cool air is hitting your sex, before puffs of hot air from his mouth is. And you're shivering again at the sensation. 

A gasp escapes you when his tongue slides between your folds. Lapping up your juices, and suckling at that bundle of nerves. You listen to the wet sounds his mouth is making against you, along with the broken melody coming from his head set. You get lost in it. 

Your hand finds his hair, and you're grinding against his mouth. He's whimpering and moaning with you, one hand palming at his bulge. The other has fingers teasing your entrance. 

You let out a loud moan when two fingers push into you, and your grasp on his hair loosens. He takes the opportunity to get air, panting, mouth hanging open. His cheeks, chin and lips all shine in the dull blue light. 

His fingers continue to pump into you as he watches your face contort for him. He's smiling with lidded eyes, basking in the fact that he's making you feel so good. 

"Ji..." You moan, needing more.

"My beautiful baby, let me worship you a little longer." And he's diving back down.

His tongue focuses on your clit, and fingers coaxing that gummy spot inside you. He's pulling moan after moan from you, making out with your lower lips, bringing you closer to the edge. Your thighs start trembling around his head, and he has to grip the fleshy part of one of them to stop you from squeezing him before he's finished. 

You're spilling over the edge, body alight and your release coating his fingers, and face. He's lapping up every little bit, determined to taste your pleasure on his tongue. Only when you start to whine from constant overstimulation does he stop. 

He's kissing his way up to your lips, leaving a wet trail behind him that you couldn't bring yourself to care about. 

You're not sure when he managed to discard his pants and boxers, but you feel his hard, bare length pressing against your inner thigh. 

He's rubbing his member against your pussy now, letting your slick and his saliva cover him. Kissing your neck as he's rocking against you, he whispers, "Angel, do you have another one for me?"

Of course you did, you knew you did. You needed to feel him, you needed to please him. So you started nodding fervently, eyes rolling in the back of your head when he sucked lightly near your ear and jaw. 

He had a grasp of his cock now, dragging the head through your folds with added pressure. Each squelch of your juices sounds like music to your ears, anticipation building in your body.

"'Gonna make you feel s'good." He's whining into your neck. 

He has your legs around him now, as he fills you slowly, both of you savoring the sensations it brings. Your pussy spasms around him, and it has him grunting. 

"Always feel so good squeezin' me..." He mumbled, letting you adjust, "...exactly what I needed..." 

Then he was pumping into you, and you felt it. All the frustrations he was holding onto, all the stress, all the vexation. He was translating it into the energy he used to pleasure you. Letting go of it all. 

You couldn't hear the soft lofi music coming from his head set anymore, instead the slapping of skin and heavy breathing mixed with moans were filling the room. You'd never be more thankful for a soundproof space. Neither of you were holding back. 

Your moans only being interrupted by quiet curses, and his being peppered in between praises of how good you feel for him. He made it known he was chasing your high before his, begging you to cum for him. 

"Please angel," he whispers against your lips, "need to feel you cumming on my cock."

His pace became quicker as he kissed you, and his hand slithered down to play with your clit. Your back arched off the couch at that, angling him deeper inside you. He groaned, and his thrusts faltered for a second indicating he was close. 

Regardless he was determined to finish you, and his tone grew more demanding, "Be a good girl... cum for me, angel."

And that was all your body and mind needed to let go, legs locking around him and body shaking. Your hands slid under his hoodie, and nails dug into his back. It was the kind of intense orgasm, that your moan got stuck in your throat, instead a rough growl coming out. 

You sounded absolutely feral for him, and you were. 

That was what pushed him over the edge, a slew of curses leaving his mouth as his hips stuttered. With a final harsh thrust, he cums deep inside you. All of the negativity has dispersed from his body, and he collapsed back to his knees. 

You're both panting, trying to catch your breath. You jolt when you feel his fingers in your folds, over sensitivity taking over yet again. He's spreading you open, hypnotized by the way his cum is drooling out of you. 

"So perfect, fuck." He says as he drags his finger through it. 

He's bringing it up to your lips, and your mouth opens instinctively. You're sucking his finger into your mouth, his essence salty but familiar on your tongue. 

His eyes are locked to yours as you work his finger, licking it clean. He slips a second finger in your mouth, letting you cover them in your saliva before he dips back down for a taste himself. 

You're whining around his fingers when his tongue glides against your clit, and your hips try to retract into the couch. Quickly, he has both hands on your hips, securing you in place so he can continue tasting you. 

"We taste so good together, my love..." He's mumbling against you. 

His words will never fail to coax submission out of you.

Your hand flies back to his hair, as good as it feels you're trying to pull him away. He's just burying his face deeper, tongue dipping into your entrance to make sure he's tasting everything. 

"Ji... s'too much... I can't-" You're pleading, even though you feel yourself succumbing to the overwhelming brushes of his tongue.

He hisses when you finally succeed in pulling him off you, "Please angel," He's begging again, "Just one more. I know you have one more for me." 

"Fuck, Ji, I-" 

He silences you with his tongue flat against you, another lick up to your clit "Please, need to hear you cumming one more time for me." He whines and starts leaving sloppy, wet kisses on your pussy. 

You always knew he was more of a giver. That even though it was you who had cum twice, and he only once. He preferred it that way. Even if he was the one needing the release more, he thrived more on your pleasure.

"Just be gentl-" You try to say, but cut yourself off with a groan. 

He's eagerly slurping at your core. Lost in the moment, all he has is your pussy on his mind now. Messily licking and lapping at every inch. He's shaking his head and moaning into it, keeping you pinned in place by your hips. 

You feel another orgasm starting to build quickly, clenching around nothing. He risks you bucking your hips roughly into his face, and takes a hand off your hip. He's pushing two fingers into you yet again, and you're seeing stars. 

His fingers curl, and his lips close around your clit, sucking lightly. You feel your release slip away from you, and your cumming on his face again. Yelling his name. He only grows more determined.

He leans back so he can watch the beautiful, writhing, mess he reduced you to. The thumb of his other hand is replacing his mouth, continuously flicking your bud. He doesn't slow his movements as you ride out your orgasm, instead picking them up. 

Your world turns white, and you feel yourself squirt on his hands. He's watching you in awe, whispering more praise for you as your juices spray over him. 

"So fucking sexy, my good girl."

"That's it, let go for me, let it all go."

"Knew you had one more in you, all for me."

"My perfect angel."

It's when you start to slip into that floaty space that he finally stops. He doesn't want you too gone, he's limited in the care he can provide here.

He's positioning you to lay on the couch, and he's laying behind you. You're both wet and sticky, and heaving for air. Yet, it's blissful. 

You lay there for what could've been minutes or an hour, you weren't sure. You were content in each other's touch. Your arm reaches back to caress his head, fingers combing through his hair. He's humming. 

"I love you." You finally murmur. 

"I love you more, angel. Thank you for this." He says, and kisses your shoulder. 

"You caught on quickly to my idea." You giggled.

He laughed with you, "I caught on halfway through it, actually. I was just beside myself with desire for you." 

You blushed at that, and you were thankful he couldn't see it. 

"I mean you showed up in my favorite set..." He whispers and starts toying with the lace on your bra, his finger slipping underneath to flick your nipple, "In ONLY my favorite set. How could I not show you how much I admire you." 

You felt his length harden against you again, and he rolled his hips slowly as he gripped your hip. 

You knew the night was far from over. 

As for how you were both going to escape and clean up? Well that was a problem for future you. 

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𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: bff!jisung x reader

𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: humor/crack

𝙎𝙎: 12

𝙏𝙒/𝘾𝙒: some curse words, mentioning of losing a grandparent, jisung has a lot of air in his head and is not using his brain 99% of the time

𝘼/𝙉: I got this idea because my bf sends me the most random shit he sees sometimes. So this is inspired by him and random dumb texts I found on pinterest.

⋮ 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

Ⓒ︎ 𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝗗𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵.

♬⋆.˚ 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 — 𝐇𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

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𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: bff!Jisung x fem!reader, friends to lovers

𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: smut, fluff — 𝙈𝘿𝙉𝙄 ⚠︎

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 5.8K — 39 𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 (whoops)

𝙏𝙒/𝘾𝙒: smut, p in v, oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap if before you tap it), creampie, Jisung calling reader princess, pretty and baby a lot, bad grammar and spelling as English is not my first language.

𝘼/𝙉: While I normally don't write smut, I had this idea in my head for a while now. I cringed when I wrote this and actually got the ick when I reread my work so I'm just gonna upload it without editing it. This one is for the people who als struggle with what I depicted in this fic. Hopefully, this gives y’all the representation that’s been lacking a bit in the fanfic community. Last note: i’m not accepting requests regarding smut right now. Might do it in the future, might write some fics with smut or I might not. We’ll see.

⤷ 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘶𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵.

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It was a typical Friday night. You were spending the night at your best friend’s house again, explaining a date gone wrong… again. Hey! It’s not your fault that those men can’t make a woman come or hold out longer than three minutes.

After your failed date on Thursday, you texted Jisung immediately after your date left your house. First, he responded, “Are you stupid?”, before explaining how dangerous it is to invite someone over after the first date, especially as a woman in these times.

I mean, he wasn’t wrong, but can you blame yourself? You just wanted to be satisfied by the hands - and other parts - of someone else for once. As much as your vibrators and other toys could please you, they didn’t always leave you satisfied.

And there lies your next problem: no matter how hard you try, you can’t come more than once per session. And you need time after a session, so for you to be busy for so long, it didn’t always give you the mind-blowing orgasms you’ve heard your girlfriends talk about.

It did make you feel a bit insecure, and you started to question if something was wrong with you.

How could it be that you always hear and read about other women having so many intense and mind-blowing orgasms, and you’re lucky if you even get one, one!

And now you’ve ended up on your best friend’s couch, sipping wine and gossiping about your bad date. And maybe you have bad taste in men in general. By now, this was a tradition for the two of you.

Almost every Friday evening, and sometimes night, was spent together. Most of the time, it was just the two of you, but sometimes some friends joined your wine night.

Decompressing after dates, good and bad, was something you’d always done with Jisung since you’d met.

You met Jisung in college. He walked into the classroom you were in, waiting for the lecture to start. Cute was the first thing that came to mind when you saw him with his messy hair and black glasses.

As the room didn’t have a lot of free seats left, Jisung decided to sit next to you. Smiling shyly, he introduced himself before getting his laptop out of his bag.

You introduced yourself as well, and that’s when the conversation slowly started. You learned that this was the first class he had without his other friends who followed the same course.

When the professor walked in and began his lesson, you heard Jisung curse under his breath. “Is everything okay?” You had asked, and concern was clearly shown on your face. He gulped before slowly closing his laptop.

“Eh, well—,” he started, his boba eyes looking at you. “This is not the professor I’m supposed to have for this class right now. So I’m thinking, just a wild guess, that I’m not in the right class.”

You clasped your hand over your mouth to stifle your giggles while shaking your head. “This is an intro to visual art and film,” you said as your giggles escaped. He let out a sigh and pursed his lips. “I’m supposed to be in the intro to musical arts…” Jisung trailed off as he tried to quietly pack his bag.

You watched him try to gather his things as quietly as he could before standing up. His whole body froze when he stood up, and the chair he sat in scraped against the floor like nails on a chalkboard.

The room fell silent as all eyes turned to the shy brunette boy with the black-framed glasses. From your seat, you saw a pink blush creeping up his neck and face.

“Is there a reason you’re interrupting my class?”, you heard your professor ask Jisung. He didn’t know what to do and remained frozen in his place.

Your hand covered your mouth again before giggling. Quickly, you whispered to him, “You need to walk out of the classroom now, or you need to sit down.” With his eyes locked on yours, he’d hung his head and sat back down, too embarrassed to move his legs and walk out of the room with all eyes on him.

Shaking your head with a smile, you turned your attention back to the professor. His eyes stayed on your neighbour for a few seconds longer before he continued his lesson. You’d decided to write little notes to Jisung in an attempt to get his mind off of the embarrassing position he was in earlier, and it worked.

During the lecture, you kept passing notes back and forth. Eventually, you wrote down your number, quite bashfully, with the words ‘in case you need a study buddy’.

Jisung took you up on that offer and your little study dates (though you wanted them to be real dates) turned into hang-out sessions, which turned into a beautiful friendship with your best friend.

Yes, you’ve wondered about Jisung. A lot. But you couldn’t blame yourself, he was gorgeous and one of the best people in your life. He was funny, and his personality lit up the whole room. He’d make you feel safe and loved, even if it was just platonic.

But, oh, how you wished it could be more. Hiding your feelings deep inside, locked away in your heart with the key thrown out, you’d continued to build this friendship with him. Having him in your life as your platonic best friend was better than not having him in your life at all.

That led you to this moment. Now, sitting on his couch, you tuck your feet under you. You take another sip — or rather, gulp — of your wine.

“I’m telling you, Ji, it was awful,” you let out as you took another sip. Setting your glass back down on the coffee table in front of you, you take out your phone to search for the message your date had left you.

“He finished in a few minutes and didn’t even bother to help me get off,” you said to Jisung. The latter one rolls his eyes at your statement before adding, “Men.” Giving him a knowing look, you continued.

“He luckily went home soon after, because I just couldn’t stand to be around him any longer,” you said again, frustration clear in your voice. You reach for your wine glass again and take another gulp.

“He messaged me later to say it wasn’t going to work out,” you add, rolling your eyes.

“I had a fun time, but I think it was just a one-time thing for us. We just weren’t vibing on the same level, and your sexual performance was not at the standard I am used to from my bed partners. I wish you all the best.”

At these words, Jisung’s eyebrows shoot up. “What?!” He exclaimed, almost spilling his wine out of surprise and, most of all, shock. “He actually said that?”

You nod vigorously before adding, “I know! As if it were my fault, he couldn’t get me off and lasted only a staggering four minutes.” At that, Jisung let out a snort before shaking his head.

“Maybe you just need to use some toys during sex; it does wonders,” Jisung speaks up after a minute. Your head snaps to his with a questioning look. “What? I do it often with my dates,” he shrugs at you before refilling his glass of wine and topping off yours as well.

“I mean, you don’t have to, of course, if you’re not comfortable with it. But in my personal experience, it feels really good.” Again, the questionable look is back on your face as you stare at him. Not trying to let your thoughts run wild about Jisung using sex toys on his partners or himself.

“Like, there is this magic wand, right? You know what that is, right?” He begins to ramble, you giggle softly and nod. Jisung continued, “Okay, so I know a lot of girls like to use that during masturbating, but also during sex. Maybe you should try that out.”

He wasn’t wrong. You have never tried it out during sex because either your partners didn’t want to try it with you, or you had a one-night stand, so you didn’t have your own toys at hand.

Maybe you should try it out sometime. Hopefully, your next bed partner will be open and willing to try with you.

“Okay, so since we’re already spilling the beans here, I mean, I’ve tried a magic wand on myself before,” Jisung spoke up, still sipping on his wine in between words, letting them sink into your mind. “Really?”

“Yeah, I bought one for myself after the first time trying it. Still use it sometimes,” his eyes back on yours, as if he was telling you the most normal thing in the world while your mind ran wild with the thoughts of Jisung pleasuring himself with a sex toy, as he gave you more information from these images in your head.

“Do you also feel it when you’re inside?” You couldn’t help but ask him, intrigued by the way he’s so casual about this. You feel yourself get a little bit aroused, thinking about using sex toys and your best friend telling you how you could use them.

He nods excitedly and says, “I do, I can’t speak for other men, but I love it. It’s a little bit of extra pleasure on top of the pleasure I’m already feeling.” You nod at his words, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as the images of Jisung kept popping up in your head.

“So yes, I definitely recommend that. Maybe it’ll work for you, though.” He is gulping his wine now as he finishes his train of thought about using a magic wand on yourself. Because even though you think he’s so casual about it, Jisung is actually losing his mind.

Yes, you two are best friends, but still. He feels vulnerable with the information he had laid bare, not that you would make fun of him for it. Of course, you wouldn’t do that, ever. But it was a piece of information about himself he’d rather keep to himself.

Why does he have to have a big mouth that speaks before he thinks?

You giggle at the antics of your friend before sipping on your wine again. A comfortable silence falls over the two of you, the Spotify playlist softly playing in the background. The silence makes you fall back into the train of thought you had before coming over to Jisung’s place.

Maybe it was you that was the problem. You can’t come during sex, and even if you masturbate, you often fail to come more than once. It shouldn’t be that hard to do. Even with a sex toy, right?

Maybe you were broken after all.

Just like your ex had said. And the one before him too. Maybe it was your fault that you couldn’t do something so… so natural? Maybe-

“Hey, where did you go?” You feel Jisung nudge you with his hand. His movement made you snap out of your thoughts. “It’s just-,” you started, looking down at the almost empty glass in your hands.

“Maybe it is me that is the problem y’know. Almost nobody has ever made me cum, let alone cum during sex. Maybe it is me,” you whispered out to Jisung.

The words he heard he could not quite believe, hearing you blame yourself. He wants to let you know it’s okay, and that it works differently for everyone else, as all bodies are different.

Perhaps it is a bit more difficult for you to get that relief after building up pleasure, but it seems like you need someone who would be happy to help you with this journey of discovery. Someone like Jisung.

Jisung would be more than willing to help you, his beautiful best friend. From the moment you’d met, he harboured a small crush on you. It might have started as a small crush, but it grew into so much more. Even though he has all these feelings, it seemed like a romance wasn’t in the cards for you two the last few years.

So like the gentleman and good friend he is, he’d bottled up his feelings and continued to love you as a best friend up close and love you as an admirer from afar.

“It’s valid what you’re feeling about how your body works, but don’t think something is wrong with you,” he reassures you, his voice soft. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was just the opening Jisung was waiting for. His words stumble out before his brain can catch on to what is happening.

“I can help you, y’know,” Jisung offers you, his words make you almost choke on the sip of wine you just took. Spluttering your wine out in a not-so-charming way, you try to come up with an answer.

“I’m serious, Y/N,” he continued, setting down his own glass. He subtly scoots closer to you, his hands carefully reaching out to yours. His mind is working in overdrive while his heartbeat speeds up. This newfound adrenaline pushes him to act on the feelings he’s been keeping in for too long.

“Jisung, do you hear yourself? Why— why would you—", you stutter out. Your eyes are finding his, questioning him. His boba eyes just stared back at you and shrugged.

“You’ve been complaining about how no guy can ever satisfy you for so long. I’m just saying, I can help you out.”

Bewildered, you keep staring at your friend, questioning his motives. “And you think you can help me? Really?” You question him out loud. He tuts at your response, shaking his head lightly.

“I’m not trying to stroke my own ego here, really, but most of my bed partners have expressed that I know how to make a girl cum, hard.”

Again, you have thought about it before. Quite a few times, actually, your best friend was gorgeous. Despite the fact that you might not want it because he is still your best friend, it occasionally happens just like that.

Often it was already too late to stop your thoughts and your best friend was starring in your fantasy what helped you come, if it would happen.

“Look, I don’t want to pressure you into something you don’t want to do. I just want to help you out. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you, Y/N. You’re a catch, and everyone is lucky if only you give some of your attention to them. I want to make you realise that you are much more than a hook-up or a few dates.”

His words hang in the air, heavy and charged, but with a hint of excitement. You couldn’t deny the tension that was built up with just a simple statement from Jisung.

I can help you.

He sees your eyes glaze over with lust and his pulse quickens. The words are still swirling through your mind, but your eyes already tell him everything he needs to know. Still, he wants to hear you say it out loud.

“Do you want that too, princess?”

The pet name was rolling off his tongue so easily, that it made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. It also made you wonder what else he could do with his mouth.

Your head already spinning at the thought of what he could possibly do to you, you nod shyly. “Yes, please.”

Scooting closer to you, The side of his body pressed against yours. Your chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. His hand comes up to your face, holding it carefully while searching your eyes for any doubts or signs of distress. “Please, Ji,” you plead. “Please kiss me.”

The sound of your sultry voice asking — begging him — to kiss you went straight to his dick. Lust clouds his mind, and if he wasn’t out of his mind before, he certainly is now.

With his hand still holding your face tenderly, he pulls you in for a soaring kiss. Feeling his lips on yours makes you dizzy, and lustful.

Your hands wander from his neck to his chest, and you feel the muscles under his black shirt that you love so much on him. His hands start to wander, too. First, you feel his hands skim over your breasts, grabbing the flesh as if his life depended on it. His hands wander further down towards your sweatpants.

With his fingers toying with the waistband of your sweatpants, you feel him move past it. With his hand in your sweatpants, he cups your heat over your panties. You let out a gasp against his mouth, before kissing him deeper than before.

Lightly pressing a finger against your clothed core, your body immediately reacts to his featherlight touch. “So responsive,” he purrs against your mouth, before giving you another soaring, open-mouthed kiss that makes you feel butterflies.

“Jisung, please,” you pleaded with him. “I love it when you beg for me, even though I haven’t really done anything to you yet.” In response to his words, you let out another gasp as he finally pulled your panties aside and dipped his fingers between your folds.

“Hm, so wet already, pretty girl?” He teases you with his words, and with his fingertips.

“I haven’t done anything besides kissing you, and you’re already this wet?” He teases you further. You huff out in frustration and wiggle in his embrace. Your hips bucked up to his hands, just to feel his fingers inside of you, or something — anything.

Capturing your lips in another hot kiss, his fingers finally slip fully into your pussy. He immediately gets to work, and he watches as you let out an erotic gasp. The urge to have his way with you became stronger as he felt you clench around his fingers and your eyes roll back. You clung to him as he pumped his fingers in and out, your slick spreading and making obscene noises along with your moans.

You feel your arousal dripping down as Jisung keeps his fingers working you open. “Fuck, Ji,” you cry out in pleasure. As you hold onto him, your back arches from the couch. Jisung pulls your mouth to his again, swallowing all those pretty, erotic noises coming from you.

“I can’t wait to be inside you, pretty girl,” he says, nipping at your mouth, and down to your neck. It felt like your skin was on fire, everywhere his mouth touched it. Blissed out, you look at him with half-lidded eyes. If him fingering you on his couch feels this amazing already, you couldn’t wait for how it would feel if he finally buries himself in your pussy.

“I really want to use a toy on you and your pretty pussy, show you how it can feel. Make you cum with it.” His vulgar words went straight to your wet core. Taking your bottom lip into your mouth, you bit on it, hard. Nodding your head in response to his words.

Jisung occasionally slips out his fingers to rub your clit. The alternation of feeling his fingers stretch you open and putting pressure on your clit made you whine out in arousal. The pleasure keeps building in your lower belly.

Up, up, up...

But still, not enough to have you see stars and give you that orgasm you’ve been thinking about since Jisung started talking about using sex toys.

Jisung sensing your frustration, slows down the pace of his fingers but still gives enough pressure to feel the pleasure of it. “It’s okay, princess. I’m gonna get you there, don’t worry about it, pretty.”

He slips out his fingers, and the loss of contact makes you whine. His eyes remain on yours as he brings his fingers to his lips and sucks them in. His eyes close as he feels the intoxicating, sweet, and tangy taste of your arousal on his tongue. Watching him, you moan at the erotic scene in front of you.

Sliding his fingers out of his mouth with a ‘pop’, he pulls you onto his lap. His eyes were on yours, filled with lust, but also something else you couldn’t decipher yet. His hands wander up your body, and he pulls you to his mouth. His lips capture you in a sweet and heavy kiss, and you taste yourself on his tongue.

Making out with him, still aroused, you start to grind your hips down onto his. His hands quickly grab your hips to help you set the pace, as your already wet and sticky panties become even wetter than before.

With your hands gliding through his hair, you grip it as if your life depended on it. And maybe it does feel that way at that moment because being so close and intimate with Jisung makes you feel tingly all over. It felt like you were floating, and even the slightest friction between your heat and his groin let pleasure ripple through your body.

His hands travel to the hem of your shirt and tug it over your head. Letting him help you out of your shirt, he throws it somewhere in the living room, not caring where it landed at this moment.

He’d ridden himself off his shirt, too, as his mouth was back on yours again. As you try to tug at the waistband of his sweatpants, he parts from your mouth. Heavy breathing is heard, and he softly pushes you off of him.

Feeling the need to hold you and touch your skin, he did so as he stood up from the couch. With his eyes on yours, he pulls down his sweatpants, leaving him in his boxers, the last a layer restraining his cock.

The outline of his cock already has you drooling. Knowing he’s skilled with his fingers makes you very excited to find out what he could do with his cock. And you will find out soon enough.

Lunging forward again to kiss you and hold you, he’d let you back to his bedroom. His hands pull down your sweatpants as you clumsily step out of them, holding onto his muscular shoulders.

Reaching his bedroom, he pushes the door open. Not wasting time, he gets you onto his bed seconds after stepping into the room. Lustful eyes bore into yours as his fingers teasingly pulled your panties down.

Disregarding your panties over his shoulders, he stares in awe at your body. Spreading your legs with his hands, he looks at your body as if you hung the moon and the stars. Getting flustered, you try to hide yourself from him, even though you have nothing to be ashamed or flustered about.

“Don’t hide pretty,” his voice dripping with sweetness and his mouth watering at the sight of your bare pussy in front of him. “Just one taste,” he murmurs before kissing your clit. He sticks his tongue out and flattened it against your wet hole, rolling back his eyes in pleasure.

Seeing Jisung lose himself and feeling his wet muscle against your aching pussy, pleasure shudders through your body. Your hands are gripping his hair, making him groan against your core. The vibration of his groan, together with him licking up all your arousal and eating you out like a starved man, makes your toes curl and your head dizzy.

The familiar pleasure of your orgasm creeps up again, but it still feels so far out of reach. Jisung kept licking and slurping at your aching pussy, and the feeling intensified, but it never seemed to finally snap.

Bucking your hips out of frustration up to his face, almost riding it, Jisung lets you take the lead. Honestly, he was just happy to be here. With his face between your legs, get used by the prettiest girl who has his whole heart, even if you don’t know it, yet.

Seemingly getting more frustrated by the second, as the tension was fading away and the pressure of your orgasm seemed to lessen, Jisung gave you one more lick before parting. He needs to help you get to your high, and show you that you can do it. And he also couldn’t wait any longer to be inside of you.

Wiping his mouth, he speaks up, “On your knees princess, let me take care of you.” He nods his head to turn around. With heavy eyelids and a lust-filled body, you get up and turn around. Jisung quickly turns to his dresser to get the toy he wants to try on you — the magic wand.

Before you can get on your hands and knees, Jisung’s hands softly push you forward. Your elbows catch your upper body as you feel the mattress dip behind you.

You feel his hands run up and down your body, while he leaves hot kisses all over your spine. He grabs at everything he can, your soft skin feels heavenly in his hands.

Then Jisung grabs his cock at the base and slides it between your wet folds. With his thumb, he spreads out the wetness around the head of his cock, before pumping himself a few times.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, princess, make you see stars,” he says huskily, as he lines up his cock with your anticipating entrance.

As he eases his cock into you, a twinge of pain mixes with the overwhelming pleasure. With your eyes rolling back and your mouth agape, he begins to thrust his hips forward softly before bottoming out. “You good baby?”, he asks while his hands hold you softly. You nod and reply with a muffled hmm before Jisung picks up his pace and starts to pound into you.

The sound of skin slapping on skin mixed with your moans, and his groans fill up his room.

His hands roam over your body, from your ass to your shoulders. The touch of his fingertips makes you feel tingles and adds to the pleasure you already feel. You feel his hands push your shoulders down, so now you lay on the bed with your upper body. Your face is in his pillow, catching all your moans.

Pleasure shudders through your whole body as you feel Jisung filling you even deeper than before. His pace doesn’t falter once. With his hands back at your lower back, he pulls you back on his cock.

“Fuck,” he groans out. You turn your head so you can look over your shoulder, just enough to see Jisung throw his head back while biting his lip. His grip on your sides grows stronger as his thrusts become harder and harder. “You’re so fucking tight, princess.”

“Ji, please, please,” you moan out, your hands trying to grab anything they can to hold you steady. Twisting your upper body just enough so you could see him, you see him smirk. Leaning down to kiss his way up your shoulder blades, his right-hand grabs your hair. He pulls just hard enough to lift your head up from his pillow.

“I wanna hear those pretty moans when you come around my cock, princess,” he says, leaving another burning kiss on the back of your neck. “Turn your toy on and press it against your clit baby,” he says — or rather demanded.

Scrambling up on your elbows, his hips still meet yours with sharp thrusts. He doesn’t stop his brutal pace, instead, he keeps going. You gasp out at his thrusts, and you can barely grab the toy. Fiddling with it, you try to find the button to turn it on while pleasure is still soaring through your body.

Finally finding the button to turn it on, you press it and the toy comes to life. The vibrations are already making you feel jittery. You lean forward on his bed again, getting comfortable on your upper body. Your head to the side, while you took your lower lip between your teeth. With shaky hands, you carefully press the toy to your clit.

The feeling of the vibration mixed with Jisung’s cock filling you up just right made your eyes roll back, and your mouth hang open. Jisung never heard a more pornographic moan and couldn’t believe he was the one making you feel this way—with the help of the beloved magic wand.

It might be the alcohol, or maybe the love you’ve always felt for Jisung, but this is the best feeling you’ve ever felt. When he said he’d take care of you — he meant it.

His hands grip your ass as he keeps thrusting into you at a brutal pace. With furrowed eyebrows, you try to listen to your body. Yes, you feel immense pleasure from both being filled up and the vibrations on your clitoris, but you wonder if the feeling of your orgasm will build up anytime soon.

Jisung feels your body stiffen, just a tiny bit. But it was enough for him to notice you aren’t fully letting yourself go and enjoy the pleasure you feel. Slowing his pace down, it changed to sharper and deeper thrusts instead of just pounding.

“Let go, baby, just enjoy the feeling,” he gritted out. And you try, you let the bliss feeling overcome you. The dragging of his cock against your walls feels heavenly, as you focus on the vibrations the toy gave you.

Hearing his groans and feeling his soft hands gripping you so tight it might bruise the next day, you finally feel that familiar feeling building up.

“What do I need to do for you? Hm?” he huffs out, dragging your body back onto his cock. You moan out in satisfaction of the feeling. “How can I make my princess feel good, hm?” He grunts out, grabbing your hair at the back of your head and lifting your head again so he could bite and suck on your neck.

Your flushed face with your mouth hanging open, letting out little gasps of pleasure, imprints on his retina so that he will never forget this sight of you.

Jisung flooded all your senses. His touch, his mouth on your skin, and his hot breath in your ear grunt out your name over and over again, leaving you with goosebumps.

Grabbing the sheets with your free hand, so hard that your knuckles turned white, you moan out, “Just like that, baby.”

Rolling back your eyes and burying your face into his pillow, you feel yourself drool onto his pillowcase. The tension in your lower tummy is becoming stronger and stronger, and you feel your legs beginning to shake. “Jisung, oh god, please— right there.” Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt so close to the edge, and your orgasm was creeping up on you.

“Let go, pretty girl, come all over my cock. Make you feel so good.” keeping his brutal pace, your orgasm suddenly plummets through you. Shaking and mouth-agape, you moan out Jisung’s name like a mantra in a high-pitched moan.

The feeling of being so full with his cock and the vibrations of your toy intensified your orgasm, creating black spots in your vision.

You squeeze your eyes shut at the intense pleasure you feel throughout your whole body, as if ecstasy is running through your veins.

And all because Jisung suggested using a toy to stimulate your clit as he’d fuck you.

You feel like your prayers had been answered, and you finally had someone making you feel so fucking good, and that being Jisung made this experience even better.

Shit, you think. You might be in love with him.

Jisung fucks you through your intense orgasm. Feeling your walls convulse around his cock while he fucks you through your high, the vibrations bring him closer to his release, too. You’d let him use your body to chase after his own release, your walls clenching around his cock.

“Fuck, where do you want me to cum, baby?” He grits out as he keeps his pace. He had rather seen your beautiful face contort in pleasure when you were brought over the edge, but that would happen another time. After feeling you so tight around him, his body begged him for a release.

“Inside Ji, please come inside of me,” you slur out, still dazed from your orgasm. Fully relaxing your body, you feel Jisung thrust roughly into you a few times more, before groaning loudly in your ear. “Fuck-”, his chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as he comes down from his high.

You feel his hot mouth on your back again, leaving soft and gentle kisses while whispering how good you’ve been for him. He caresses your back as he softens and slips out of you. Falling on the mattress, he pulls you close to him, laying on your side. Draping your arm around his chest, you feel your erratic heartbeat calm down.

His release still dripping out of you between your legs, but he doesn’t care if his sheets get stained with it.

“How was that?” Jisung asks you as he presses a soft kiss on the top of your head. He is running his hands through your hair, and getting some of the lost, sticky strands of hair out of your face.

You let out a deep breath and look at him with sleepy, half-lidded eyes. “So good, so, so good, Ji.” At your words, a cocky smile appears on his lips. “I knew I could make you feel good pretty,” he answered as he gave you another kiss on your head.

“Thank you… For doing this,” you rest your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “Always, baby, for you always.”

“If you want to try more things, I’m your guy! But preferably, I would be the only one you’d try them with?” Jisung whispers out the last part, causing your heartbeat, which had just finally become a normal pace after this intense high, to speed up again out of anticipation.

“I’d like that idea, only with you. If you would do those things only with me,” you reply softly, as you gaze up at him. His eyes are staring back at you, full of warmth, and this time you can see the love he holds for you in his eyes as well.

Nodding excitingly, Jisung leans forward to capture your lips once again in a sweet but tender kiss. Pulling away, he lets go of you and climbs out of his bed. Whining at the loss of contact, you pout at him. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll get us cleaned up, and we can cuddle all night long.”

Snuggling back into his bed, you still need some time to process everything that had happened tonight. Who knew that ranting to your best friend about not being able to come during sex turned into the best sex of your life?

You finally feel satisfied. Not only did you finally come during sex, but you also finally have Jisung in more ways than you could ever imagine.

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