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Acquainted

Pairing: Jisung x afab!reader

Word count: 7.7k

Genre: fwb/ enemies to lovers

Warnings: Smut lol smutty smut smut, penetration, blowjob, grinding, making out, tiny bit of degradation, more praise, switch!jisung, switch!reader

Note: This is for my beautiful best friend, happy birthday El @spilledtee! I love you so much so surprise! not really bc you kind of already knew about it but it's now done! I hope you read and enjoy <33

Summary: Jisung was the repulsive, totally arrogant drag racer from your area. You were the mechanic aways willing to fix his bike, but that wasn't the only interactions the two of you had shared.

Your elbow felt rough against the bench next to the register, head resting against the flatness of your palm as you watched the gentle breeze of the earth allow the rustling trees to dance along the street. It was a nice image to trickle over, a playful, yet temporary distraction

“Welcome to Thunderous automobile store, how can I help you?”

The long sigh that wanted to come out and drag across the rest of your shift was closer to becoming a reality. This job paid well, yes. Being a mechanical assistant was an amazing job. Everything you dreamed of after taking over the family business; but today was just not one of those days. The ones filled with polite customers, easy transactions, and helpful coworkers. It seemed to be that nobody was in a good mood, customers were more than angry, and business was slow. You were truly grateful for this, but you would be lying if you were telling yourself that today was going to be a day of joy and excitement.

The statement of welcome was something you repeated almost every 5 minutes. So much to the point that your tone had lost the enthusiasm it once screamed of oh so many years ago. Eyes peered down, you failed to notice who it was that slammed the door open.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite person checking me out right now.”

Your eyes snapped up immediately, noticing the boy you oh so ‘dreaded’ was below, his face very memorable with that god annoying smirk as he looked at your almost lifeless body just standing there.

“Jisung, what are you doing here? The last time I saw you was like two days ago, did you miss me that much?”

“Well,” he chuckled, swiftly jumping and sitting on top of the very dusty counter, “I may or may not have scratched the bumper of my motorcycle wheel after the big drag race last night and you’re so, so good with your hands,” he pauses, spinning his legs around to face you, lifting a hand oh so slightly, allowing the dorsum of his fingers to brush across the heating up flesh of your cheek, “in more ways than one of course, but I really need you to fix it because I have another one tomorrow, do you think you could do that for me?”

Practically everything this man did stuck under your skin, like a permanent layer of bubbling annoyance was built, but his tone made you want to fold. Hence the reason you were in such a predicament. The reason why he knew that you were good at using your hands in more ways than just fixing cars or motorcycles or any automobile for that manner. It was only a couple of times, yes. The cringe that erupted from your stomach and contributed to the aching pain that assembled everytime your memory of being under Jisung resurfaced. You had conditioned yourself to hate him, repulse him even when he wasn’t around. But the temporary amnesia began the moment he walked through those big steel doors, and you’d be lying to yourself if you didn't want him to take you then and there.

“You’re so cocky for someone that just damaged his motorcycle for the 4th time in 2 weeks.”

The ignorance of his unnecessary innuendo’s was grealty noticed by the man who spoke them, scoffing at the way you brushed past his legs and reached for your magical box of tools.

“Fuck you’re so nonchalont today aren’t you?”

You said nothing, standing back up to full length, pretending to pout at him.

“Wow,” he gasped, an over exaggeration the least as he placed a hand to his chest, “this isn’t like you, y/n, usually you’re begging for me by now.”

The muscles on your face visibly changed as your jaw became clenched. This weaponization of your submissive tendencies was his way of getting under your skin, contributing to that building layer that just made you want to shut him up and slam him against the nearest hard surface, fucking him into silence. The workplace was the one environment where anything about your private life was just not on display, Jisung was abusing his power at this very moment.

“Where’s your bike?”

The spanner was in your left hand, the head being waved around, gently hitting your opposite palm in a repetitive motion. Your eyes fixated on him truly for the first time today, pupils dilating at clothing, or lack thereof as he stood in front of you. The black dress pants, white dress shirt combo was something you had never seen Jisung even touch. From the couple of times you had hung out with him, dressing somewhat professional seemed like who he actually was. Not that you were complaining of course. He looked really, really good, and the fact that he had caught you on a bad day was taunting you, making the idea of having some fun something that you were leaning towards.

“Over there baby,” he smiled, pointing to the back left corner of the warehouse, “let me show you where the scratch is.”

He took one stride, stopping before reaching his arm in front of you.

“Beautiful ladies first.”

“Jesus christ,” you scoffed, shaking your head as you walked in front of him. A gasp left your mouth as soon as you saw the thick line grazed across the rim of the back tyre.

“Jisung, are you joking? How the fuck did you manage to do that?”

“I told you baby,” he chuckled, standing right next to you, “it was from the race! Guy had some kind of dagger that stuck out from his bike.”

Your stomach dropped at the thought of Jisung being in the slightest of danger, the feeling catching you off guard. It felt like the color had drained from your face. You didn’t like him, right? No, definitely not. You’re just an empathetic person.

That’s definitely what it was.

“Oh,” was all you managed to say, squatting down and completely over analyzing the damage. Anything but looking at Jisung was enough to distract you from him towering over you, that smirk on his face that you had seen too many times before, especially in, well, other situations. It was so irritating how effective something as basic as his stance had an effect on you. But your pride, your ego, was still intact and too strong to break down. Maybe you did want to give yourself up to him, but it wasn’t going to be easy, and Jisung always liked a challenge.

“So it’s probably going to take me the whole day. You can stay if you like, there's coffee on the pot in the kitchen tea area.”

“Sure thing darling.”

Jisung smiled, crouching down, invading your personal space once more. He felt closer this time however, the warm scent of his always delightful breath fanned across the opening of your neck, sending an aching shiver down your spine, everything about him was so intoxicating. He could simply lift a finger and it would have you on edge. But that was not the task at hand right now. The to-do list was simple: 1. Fix Jisung’s bike damage and 2. Kick him out of the shop as quickly as possible. Two very simple tasks that could be done in a short period of time if you worked hard enough. On the contrary, any rational thought that was previously comprehended in your brain was dissipating the closer he became. You could feel the bareness of his hand snaking across your back, ascending and dipping into the bare exposed skin of your shoulder, playful fingers dipping underneath. His touch felt like an ice cold blade, cooling your aroused body of heat at the right temperature. A soft sigh escaped your lips at his touch, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers began to drabble back and forth along the petite bra strap. You coursed yourself for wearing such an undergarment with limited fabric.

“Hmm,” he hummed, pushing his lips closer to the side of your face, just under your ear as he continued to whisper in a hushed tone, “I’m barely doing anything and you’re already faltering.”

You didn’t reply, brain fuzzy without a coherent thought. All your senses were purely focused on the way Jisung’s touch felt, how his voice sounded. Cognitions of how he tasted were flooding through, drowning the frontal lobe of reason and rationality the less space there was between the two of you.

“Shhhh,” he hushed, pressing his lips to the back of your earlobe, “look at you, so unprofessional, slutting yourself out for me in the middle of work.”

Your eyes snapped open immediately. How could you forget that you weren’t in the privacy of your home? You stood up as you wriggled out of Jisung’s sex trap. Scratching your head, you scoffed, astonished that you fell for his charms so easily.

“There’s some coffee in the tea room out back.”

Your voice was weak, too afraid that if it had volume it would crack. Jisung understood, happily applying himself to the back of the store, thankfully where everyday customers were not visible. He wanted to get on your nerves, yes, and he did so very well and very easily. But he knew not to go too far. In all honesty, he knew you better than he wanted to. In contrast to your denial, Jisung had already moved past that stage. There was something about you that just set his heart on fire, and although the two of you had a long history of competing against each other, especially in the drag race world (one which you had now retired from), but as soon as that tension of supposed hatred faltered into one of sexuality, it was over for him.

**FLASHBACK**

The night was a dark one, the only thing illuminating the group of people skinny dipping in the ocean was the moon. The five people including yourself, Hyunjin, Chan, Felix and Jisung. How you ended up together with them after an intense race you were unsure, most likely due to the copious amount of alcohol consumed in the club after. Nothing but giggles and chuckles filled the air as the five you swam around together, allowing the calmness of the water to consume your intoxicated brains that felt like they were running at the speed of light.

“Let’s play a game,” Jisung shrieked, causing you and Chan to jump away from him.

“Jisung shut the fuck up right now,” you mocked, a bubbly giggle erupting from the rest of the boys, “you talk way too much for my liking.”

“Oh yeah,” he smirked, “I talk too much, what about you? That’s why you fucking lost to me tonight.”

“You guys please,” Felix whined, spinning around in the light waves, “can the two of you not bicker? I’m too drunk for this.”

The both of you ignored Felix’s request, moving closer together as the volume to your voices began to ascend.

“No you fucking idiot,” You scoffed, thowring your hands in the air out of frustration, “I let you win.”

The scene was already unfolding in front of the other three boys. Slowly backing away, they continued to watch this frantic, yet very composed, very uptight and intense interaction between the two of you; the only thing missing was popcorn. They watched as Jisung swam closer to you, a look of promiscuity settling across his features.

“You let me win? What a load of horse shit.”

“Well I did,” you giggle, flicking your fingers against the water, dozens of droplets hitting him across the face. A look of shock horror overcame him, causing him to repeat the same motion. And so it began, the back and forths of splash attack on attack, so much to the point where Jisung grabbed you by the waist, pulling you down under the water to stop you. It worked successfully, and by the time you had come back up, he was right there, no personal space being respected whatsoever. Hands still eagerly gripped to your sides, he looked at you with such hunger, such desire; lust. It was intoxicating, a different type to the one caused by the multitude of shots hours prior. He couldn’t help it, the way your hair was slicked back, and eyes now black, smudged with mascara, it was making him think very, very dirty things that he wanted to do to you, right then, right now.

“You’re such a fucking idiot,” you huffed, “did you really have to just try and drown me to win, again?”

“Shut the fuck up y/n, you love losing to me.”

You moved closer, lips awkwardly brushing the skin next to his lips as you began to speak once more.

“Shut the fuck up huh?”

“You heard me.”

“Make me.”

You watched him turn on his heels, finally walking away from you, and disappearing into the back door. ‘Thank god,’ was all you were thinking, completely grateful that today was a slow day and no one else except for Mina who just happened to be on her break, occupying the store. The distractions were gone, and you could get back to your passion of fixing bikes and making them brand new.

***

The moment you began working on it, buffing out the deep wound, everything fell back into place. This was your passion, and it made you somewhat grateful that he chose to bring his bike to you. He probably came just to get some yes, but you honestly did not mind. If it meant you could get some work done and have something to do on what felt like such a boring day. It was also satisfying how easy it was coming out. You would say your work was about halfway done when you decided it was the right time to take a break. You hung the sign on the door, notifying customers to come back in half an hour after lunch time, taking yourself to the break room. Ignoring the man you loathed sitting in front of you, you turned to smile at Mina, opening the fridge, and taking out your lunch for the day.

“I see you have met Jisung,” you huffed, opening the microwave.

“Yes I have,” she smirked, “why didn’t you introduce him to me sooner?”

“Because,” you replied, a scowl evident on your face as you sat down to wait for your food, “he’s just a customer, nothing else.”

“Ouch,” he mocked, placing a joking hand across his heart, “that hurts.”

“Mhm, yeah sure it does.”

“My break is over now,” Mina pouted, completely ignoring you and staring at Jisung, “it was really, really nice to meet you. We should hang out sometime.”

“Oh,” he smirked, eyes fixated on you as he replied to Mina’s suggestive remark, “sure thing, maybe I’ll ‘accidentally’ ruin my bike again, any excuse to see a pretty girl like you walking around here.”

The pang of jealousy that went straight to your chest was too real. Seriously? Jisung really had the nerve to come into your workplace, get you worked up, flirt with employees, then act like nothing had happened. You did not want to be jealous, or possessive, nothing of the sort. But the way his eyes lingered on Mina’s behind was something that you were refusing to accept. It’s not like he really had any intention to do the things he was saying, but the intention of making you jealous was a mission accomplished; it was written clearly all over your face. The only other time he had even such an expression was the day Chan rocked up to the derby with a new bike that you thought you had destroyed. Your baby, swept away, or so you thought. The furrowing eyebrows and the suppressed lip line was making Jisung’s eyes fill with curiosity. Was that all he needed to have you under him? He was lost in thought when he felt the restless grip of your palm digging into his shoulder.

“Ow,” he mimicked, obviously not in pain, “what was that for?”

“We’re going home now.”

A smirk came back to Jisung’s wanting lips before he replied to your credulous demand.

“Aren’t you in the middle of a shift?”

“Yeah, well,” you hesitated, nerves suddenly taking over your mouth, “it’s my business, and I can tell Mina to close for me, unless you want me to stay so you can leave with her.”

“Oh,” he chuckled, turning his head slightly to face you, taking your chin in his grip, “somebody’s a little jealous.”

You did not know it was possible to want to punch someone in the face and jump their bones simultaneously. The look on his face was so cocky, pride accelerated and ego exuberating, but his tone, the sultriness and sexuality of it made your heart flutter. Usually if you felt such a sudden feeling, you would back away. Knowing that keeping this relationship up with Jisung was not good for you, and Jisung felt like a red flag. You wanted to say no, wanted to reject his advances. But the way he was now standing up, thumbs barely printing into either side of your hip bones as he slowly walked you backwards, waiting until the arch of your back was the only part of your backside that wasn’t touching the wall.

A sharp inhale escaped your lips at intense arousal that peaked when Jisung parted your legs with his own, digging his upper thigh at the ache that had just begun to form. Things were happening fast, and although your original thought to go home was more appropriate, the rationality and common sense was simply just too much to contemplate. Especially when you felt his lips ghost over the crook of your neck. Another small gasp leaving your throat, not used to the innocent, or, well, not so innocent touches your feelings from the man you oh so desired. The featherlike weight tickled across your skin, the tillitating sensation turning you into a desperate woman; begging to be touched by Jisung was looking like a good option already. It was embarrassing, already this needy, wanton girl for him; he’d barely done anything yet you were already melting into a pool that could be considered a flood, full of lust, full of that desire that your partner was reciprocating.

“Listen,” he chuckled, a deep breath through his nostrils following, “I’m not interested in her.”

He paused, attaching his lips to yours for a brief moment, the loud noise of your lips forming into one was too short to notice as he pulled away again.

‘I really, really want you.” Jisung bit down on his lip, leaning forward, nose grating across your left cheek, “If I have to make you a little jealous for you to realize how much you want this, want me, then I don’t regret it.”

His words ignited something in you. A punishment. His round about way of saying it, practically asking for it was too tempting to just slide over.

“I do,” you gasped, “I really do, but not here.”

You pushed him by the chest for a brief moment, swiping your keys from your backpack. Those occupied your left hand while Jisung’s belonged to the other. You tried to speed pass, but Mina knew you like the back of her hand, already standing at the door ready to ask you 20 questions before you left.

“Please Mina, don’t ask any questions, I’ll promise to pay you extra if you close for me and don't say a word to my dad, okay?”

“Yeah yeah whatever,” she huffed, moving away from the door, “don’t do anything that I wouldn’t do.”

“That’s not much,” you yelled, voice shrieking as you were being pulled away by a very eager Jisung.

The car was not far, Jisung practically slamming you against the exterior of it. His attack was imminent, lips sloppily reattaching themselves to your ready lips. A moan came from him, tongue pushing through your lips, finding yours in an instant. The kiss became so much more as he began to grind against you. An exasperated sigh left your mouth as you felt his incoming hard on choking your thighs. It felt good, so so good. Like magic. Everything in the world was normal. You wanted to moan again, over and over for him at the smallest gestures: but giving a cocky bastard like Jisung that satisfaction was not something you were willing to give up, yet at least.

You came back to your senses as you pushed him away once more.

“You’re such a fucking horny bastard,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes as the key went into the car door, “couldn’t wait till we got home, could you?”

He chuckled as he hopped into the passenger seat, waiting for you to walk around and get into the car, “If only someone else was there to witness how you were moaning against me, practically begging for me to fuck you right here, right now.”

Your jaw clenched as the ignition started. He wasn’t wrong. You were totally into it, and you most definitely would have enjoyed being fucked in public. But your pride was too strong, too great to increase his own ego.

The car ride was silent, very silent. The car ignition, however, was the opposite. To say you were speeding home was an understatement. Desperation was increasing, and the longer this car ride took, which already felt like a lifetime plus two, was really starting to be too long for your liking. The music was gentle. Not too loud, not too quiet, just enough to ghost over the steaming tension that was rising by the minute.

Jisung’s frustration was increasing, and the way you kept your eyes strictly on the road was making him mad. He reached over, fingers spread well apart as he rested them against your inner thigh. The action made you jump slightly into your seat, and the god forbidden, devil coated smile came back to his lips; he knew he got you.

“God,” he scoffed, noticing that your destination was here, “you’re so easy to get a reaction out of.”

The feeling of wanting to punch him in the face was coming back, and now, you really had enough. Storming out of the car, you opened his door, grabbing his wrist, practically yanking him out of his seat as you dragged him to the foyer of your apartment complex.

All he did was laugh. In the foyer, in the elevator, as you were opening your door. Enough was enough, and the fact that you already hated this man with a burning passion did not help the way you core ached whenever he pissed you off, intentionally or not. Locking the door behind him, you chuckled, letting go off his wrist and pushing him down onto your couch. His eyes widen with excitement the moment you’re hovering on top of him. Knees on either side of his hips, a sense of power took over you. It tended to be the other way round the several other times you were with him. You wanted to be in charge, and he had already pissed you off, to a very strong point. You were lifting your shirt, shimmering in the way he ogled at your chest, always like the first time he ever had seen you naked.

“Take it off.”

“Why should I?”

“For fucks sake,” you groaned, sitting down on top of his cock, “you really want to make this difficult?”

A stifled groan escapes his hips as you release all your weight onto him, a gentle rhythm of rocking back and forth over his pants.

“fuck,” he whispered, a poor attempt of keep his gratification under his breath. it made you shoulder, truly enjoying the way he folded, and how the tables had turned in an instant l. Your hood was gentle, barely any friction at the center of your bodies, but it was enough to drive Jisung insane. chest pressed against his own, you leaned forward, heavily analyzing the way he was biting into his bottom lip. you lifted a finger, placing it under his chin, and tilting his head in the slightest as you pucker your lips, stealing a quick kiss from his. The goal was to rip his teeth away from the skin. you gasped, seeing the eroded teeth marks that had sunk into the skin just below. for some reason it really turned you on. so much that you rushed forward, taking him into an attack. you moaned into him, the feeling is his tongue maneuvering in such an arousing way sending electricity straight to your core. it made you rut faster, harder against him. Jisung choked, knowing how embarrassingly hard he truly was now.

“mmm,” you hummed against his lips, teeth sinking into his bottom lip, a large pop sound as you pulled away, “are you sure you wanna do this the hard way baby?”

“fuck you’re such a tease,” he huffs. his palms begin to roam, placing themselves perfectly over each ass cheek. a grunt escaped his lips. playing with you ass was one of his favorite things in the world. it was also one of yours. it was intoxicating, watching Jisung have his way with you, the pace now set by him dragging you behind shading his suffocating crotch. It made you frustrated. frustrated that he couldn’t help himself and take control. this was your time. you had the power. it was all up to you how the rest of this sexual encounter was going to proceed.

“uh uh,” you whined, “it’s my turn.”

gripping his wrists simultaneously, you smirked, ripping them away from your body as you lifted your own shirt off your body. no hesitations came to Jisung’s mind as he hooked two fingers behind your back, letting the thin undergarment linger across his chest, his mouth was already watering at your tits. yes he liked your ass, but your tits: the man was in a completely different dimension. He leant forward, attempting to take one into his mouth. but his attempt fell short, leaving you satisfied with how easily he still thought he could have you.

“you don’t listen, do you?”

he declined to answer, mouth opening as you kicked your leg back over, standing up in front him as you walked to your room, one by one, each piece of clothing sliding off your body. By the time you reached the door frame, your ass was the only thing in Jisung’s sight. you turned on your heels, like a ballerina in the air as the look of innocence and naivety pained your features.

“Are you coming?”

he said nothing once more, almost tripping over his own two feet as he ran to catch up to you. He stood over you, lifting his arms up as you did him the honors. once his shirt was off, you were already pouncing onto him. the dips of his beautifully curved muscles on his stomach felt so tender to the touch as his legs hit the edge of the bed. you pushed him gently, giggling as he fell back onto your bed. He sat upright, legs spread far apart as an invitation. you hovered over him, one leg bent with the side of your knee on his left side, the other bent 90 degrees, his right resting against it. Jisung gave you one last gaze, eyes ogling at your lips. He pushed them forward, swiping them across yours in one more swift motion before attacking your neck. a groan that sounded more enthusiastic than you wanted to escape your lips, the tickling sensation of teeth nibbling at such sensitive skin was divine. Jisung moved with intention, a trail of his own spit and marks tricking down the center of your chest, that was until he found himself where he had wanted to be the moment you began to undress; your breasts. he took one in your mouth, circling his tongue vigorously around the sensitive skin that was your nipple. his hands began to roman once more, finding a familiar spot that was your ass as your back arched into him. god, he fucking loved how you did that. your tits made him so rock hard, he wasn’t aware it was even possible. arms wrapped around his neck, you whined, the feeling of his tongue on you too much to go unnoticed. you felt so greedy, taking one hand off of him, grabbing your own breast and pushing his tongue onto it. The feeling was too good not to chase. a continuous string of moans left your mouth as he sucked on your nipples continuously, milking you like his life depended on it.

“fuck,” he mumbled against your skin. the longer you went on like this, the more his groin began to ache. his pants were still on, and he needed something, anything to relieve himself for one moment. He couldn’t help it. seeing you moan on top of him, solely due to his touch turned him on so much.

his left arm escaped your behind, effortlessly unzipping the zipper on his own pants. He pushed past his boxers briefly, still keeping his tongue on you. his motions had become sloppy, whispers and gags of pleasure suffocating his throat as he began to pump himself.

your eyes peeled down, chuckling at his desperateness he had become, so desperate to the point where he couldn’t even ask you to relieve him from the throbbing arousal he was feeling. If anything it was cute, seeing him taking his desperation into his own hands.

“such a naughty boy,” you gasped, a hint of sarcasm in your tone, “you could have just asked me to suck you off.”

his eyes had formed into those of sadness, like a puppy dog waiting to eat it’s dinner. Jisung looked away, somewhat embarrassed by his eagerness. It was surprising. A facial expression you had never seen come across him. You pulled away for a moment, using your index finger to push his chest down lightly. This gave you room to climb back on top of him, repeating his lustrous actions of leaving a trail of wet, deep, kisses along his chest, watching his face contort into a place of sensitivity and stimulation simultaneously. He watched with great intent. The closer and closer you got to his groin, the more he anticipated. It was like he had never been sucked off before. That poor, innocent little boy, practically frozen at the pretty girl underneath him. He felt helpless, but he was lost in the feeling, too distracted by your lips hovering above his boxers.

Your eyes peeked at his boxers, hard on millimeters away from you, before looking back up at him. Your lips formed into a smirk, engrossed in Jisung’s reeking desperation for you to touch him. Opening your mouth, you let your tongue swipe across the bottom of your top teeth, before biting on the waistband of his boxers oh so slightly. A sound of neediness slipped from his tongue. He rose to his feet as he watched with anticipation, analysing you every move.

“Fuck y/n, please,”

“Oh yeah? What do you want, baby?”

“Please don’t make me beg.”

A chuckle left your lips, “fine,” you paused, removing your teeth from his undergarment, “if you didn’t want me to suck you off, you should have said so.”

The attempt to get off your knees was slow, wanting to tease Jisung in the most cruel way possible. It was the least you could do to get revenge on him humiliating you in the workplace. His eyes widened, hands placing themselves on either shoulders, pushing you back down to your knees.

“No,” he blurted, moving his boxers forward desperately, “please, please y/n.”

“Please what?”

“You know,” he mumbled, a sudden shyness taking over his features, “please.”

“Use your words, Jisung.”

It was the most entertaining seeing him like this. In such a submissive space. It only made you want to fuck him more. His lips began to tremble, a gasp escaping his mouth widely, shocked by the way you ripped his panties off in one swift motion. As you inched closer, his breathing hitched, head turning to the side, yet eyes watching from peripheral view, anticipating the immense feeling of relief he would feel the moment your lips touched him, sunk on him, wrapped around him with so much lust, so much desire.

“Please,” he cried, so much desperation to keep you on your knees, “suck me off.”

“Yeah?”

Your smile was unmatched.

“Yes, baby,” he paused, hands snaking around up to your neck and entangled into your scalp, “put those lips on me and suck that cock real good.”

His demeanor had done a 180. As you opened your mouth, his hips bucked forward, tip prodding at your barely parted lips as he looked down on you so pathetically. He couldn’t even believe himself that you caught him in such a vulnerable state. His hand increased with tension as he felt his tip engulf in your mouth, that sigh of relief coming quicker than ever as he felt him fill your mouth to the hilt. His moves were swift, slow, so much want and need flowing through his body the longer he felt his length buried past your lips. This was going to be a battle of dominance, and you didn’t mind playing around for a brief period of time. Anything to boost the ego of a cocky son of a bitch like Jisung.

“Holy fuck,” he groaned, mouth forming into a growl as he looked down at you. Your lips, wrapped around him, eyes so beady, so innocent, so naive, exactly like how you were the first time you met. Jisung loved your eyes, and you loved the way he looked down at you. So much pity, so much appreciation simultaneously as you obediently bopped your head along his cock. It felt good to have him in your mouth; it was something that you craved. You loved to please Jisung. You hated it to admit it, but as soon as you felt his lips on you, his hands on your skin. Any bit of him you craved, and having his cock in your mouth was a personal favorite. Jisung bit down on his bottom lip, giving you that extra motivation he needed to make him feel good. His hips were increasing in pace, the endless strings of curse words and sounds of gratification music to your ears.

“Y/n,” he moaned, “fuck baby, your mouth feels so good.”

A chuckle of enthusiasm bellowed from your chest, the vibration of your humor adding to the infinite pleasure he felt. He delved even further, slowing his speed almost to a halt, before stuffing his length to the maximum, tip hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes grew wide, that familiar sound of precum gurgling in the back of your throat as a euphoric moan of pleasure left Jisung’s lips, and boy, were you enjoying every moment.

His hips were already shuddering, and there, that was your moment of vulnerability to get him back. Take control. Then a gentle shift in demeanor with his eyes closed and his head blown back, this was the moment you would get back to the purpose of this meeting: the punishment.

Your trusted knees helped you rise to his height, watching his head recoil back instantly when he felt your lips on him no longer. He was confused momentarily, but the shrill terror of adrealline that croused through his body took over as he felt himself being pinned down by you. Your palms resting against his, you began to attack his lips again, and he moaned into this kiss, his whines becoming louder when you rocked yourself against his body. You could make him cum untouched.

You pulled away, legs on either side of his waist as you rocked back and forth against him. Your own sigh of relief had now come, your clit feeling like heaven after what felt like hours of throbbing and ungratefulness, grinding along his length. A deep groan left your lips as your hands ascended up your body fingertips dragging up your torso and past your chest, disheveling into your hair. This felt so good, he felt so good.

Jisung was a whimpering mess. You could hear him begging again, but you were too much in your own world of gratification to hear the words that slipped out of his longing mouth.

“Shit,” you groaned, “still wished you interrupted my work?”

“Yes,” he breathed out, “don’t. Regret. Anything.”

“Hmph,” you huffed, hovering over his waist, “we’ll see about that.”

He had no time to respond. All you gave him to concentrate on was the feeling of lowering down into him. That gasp, the simultaneous one that feels nostalgic, like these feelings that you chased in your everyday life had been found. His cock stretched you out so well. Your hands were already firm on his chest as your hips worked back and forth hardly. The smooth rolling of them was sending Jisung into a crazy headspin. He placed his hands on said hips, wanting to feel the fluidity of them himself.

“Fuck,” he cursed, a sharp tone indicating his voice, “your pussy feels so good.”

“I bet it fucking does,” you hissed, a deep moan following, “being filled up had never felt so good.”

There was nothing but truth behind that statement. The longer you straddled his cock, the more hypnotized you became. You eyes were wounded shut very tightly as your concentration focused solely on how good you truly felt in this moment.

What you didn’t notice, however, was the momentous control Jisung was grasping the longer you stayed like this. All wound up from sexual tension and desire. Your movements were already getting sloppy, and Jisung would be an idiot if he did not notice this.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes,” you groaned.

“You like fucking me?”

“Yes baby.”

“Great.”

He paused, fingers digging into your hips, making it impossible for you to move. Your eyes opened with confusion as you looked down at him, a smirk once again plastered across his lips. Uh oh. You were in trouble. However, you had no time to think, Jisung hastily flipping you over, making himself on top. The gesture took you by surprise, a small shriek coming from your lips.

“What are you doing?”

His actions spoke for themselves, quickly lining himself up before burying his length back into you once more. His pace was decent, the type to make you want to grab your sheets profusely, or scream into a pillow. It was exactly what he was going for, but to give him that satisfaction was something you refused to accept.

“You tried to fuck me, and don’t get me wrong, seeing you on top of me was great.”

He paused, a hard thrust coming after his bold statement. He leant forward, body practically falling onto yours a he placed a merciful kiss under your ear lobe. He only moved back slightly, just keeping enough distance to ave his lips resting on the cartilage of your ear.

“But that’s my job.”

“What,” you asked, breath shaky in response.

“I fuck you, you don’t fuck me.”

Your chuckle in an attempt to brush off his claims was weak. He was thrusting at a snail’s pace, but god did it feel good. His concentration on telling you how it was going to be was so large, you were terrified of what would happen if the focus changed to your pussy. You could see the underlying devil that stood in the shadow of the man on top of you. He was being gentle, very cautious right now, but you know exactly what to do to make that devil come to light.

“No,” you whined, grabbing his left wrist, needing something to hold onto, “you can’t d-do that.”

The cocky facial expression changed to one of frustration. His eyes were pooling with darker shades the longer he stared at the bratty individual underneath him.

“No? Hm, you’re so cute when you don’t listen.”

He stopped briefly, freeing himself from your grip as the hand you previously held in your grip wrapped around your throat.

“I’m gonna fuck you into submission, and you’re gonna like it?”

The gentle suppression of air to your throat made it hard for you to say no. The feeling of only Jisung’s throat made you feel this way. Your core began to throb again, the wanton neediness of his cock was the only option that would satisfy you. It was evident on your face, and Jisung knew that was so close to making this so-called dominant exterior of yours tumbling down.

“No,” you choked out, “w-won’t happen.”

“Oh yeah? Watch me.”

He plunged himself all the way into you, letting his cock become burying against your walls. A desolate whine escaped from your lips as he snapped his hips into you. Jisung somehow gained power with each thrust, making you fall apart completely and utterly against him. The range of noises that came from your lips were unconscious and unstoppable. His hand left your throat, instead, lifting your hips in the slightest so the angle of his cock sliding in you was perfect. Your jaw dropped, feeling the perfect spot being hit by the man on top of you.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” was all you could say, and all Jisung could do was smile, pleasing himself, but also content with how much you were enjoying yourself.

“Does that feel good baby?”

“Yes,” you blurted, any conscious thought of dominance dissipating from your body, “so good to m-me you are.”

“Shhh,” he hushed, knowing how difficult it must be for you to speak, “let yourself go for me baby.”

He could see the silent tear blistering at the corner of your left eye. He found it so adorable. Jisung could not be mad at your stubbornness. He knew you wanted to prove yourself, but in his eyes, you didn’t need to. You were already perfect the way you were right now. Seeing you like this was one of his favorite moments he shared with you. It felt so intimate. It’s everything he could have asked for.

He picked his speed up greater. Less snappy and rough, but still fast enough to hear the lewd skin scalping bouncing off of the walls. He was close, you were close. It was obvious. Nevertheless, he never sped up nor slowed down, wanting to keep this same pace, and the same amount of pleasure. One hand left your hips, pushing his thumb, ring finger, and pinky down, leaving his index and middle finger in the air. He brought them to your lips, tapping on them gently.

“Suck.”

You opened your mouth instantly, spitting on his fingers before taking them in your mouth. Your head bopped diligently, waiting to make sure more than enough spit was lathering Jisung’s fingers.

“Ah such a good girl,” he chuckled, “so obedient.”

He withdrew them from your mouth, opening your pussy lips as he placed the saliva coated tips against your clit. Your brain had malfunctioned in its entirety. He knew exactly what buttons to push, and how to drive you to the edge, making you beg for him, have you on your hands and knees, or in this case, on your back, arching for him.

“Jisung,” you moaned, his name slipping out of your mouth over and over, “f-feels so good fuck.”

“It’s okay baby,” he cooed, using his thumb to wipe away the tears that brimmed at the corner of your eyes, “I know it feels so good.”

Jisung’s hip pattern was becoming irregular and even though he knew you wouldn’t last much longer, his self awareness was too great to know that he was just as close. Your breaths were becoming shallow, whines dragging out as you felt the brim coming closer and closer. Jisung hovered over your body once more, pressing an angelic kiss to your lips before looking at your contorted face, analyzing how much more you could really take.

“Are you close, baby?”

“Mm,” was all you could say, knowing that your throat would instantly crack if you tried to speak.

“Do you want to cum?”

He was so soft spoken, making sure to properly care for you at this moment. He knew you were sensitive, very sensitive, and in seconds, he would have you cumming: hard. You nodded in response, biting down on your bottom lip to prevent your jaw from locking in position.

“Okay baby,” he whispered, slowing down his thrusts, but increasing his fingers against your clit in contrast, “cum for me.”

He watched intently as as your legs fell apart, a large moan escaping your lips as you came undone around him, wall clenching around his cock as your pelvis shook involuntarily against him. The clench was enough to make him cum, his warm seed dripping out of your soaked pussy. He collapsed next to you, quickly turning to his side to cater to you.

“Fuck are you okay?”

You sat up, head feeling dizzy for a brief moment, before returning back to normal consciousness.

“Yes I’m okay.”

He sat up to be next to you, a gentle kiss laid on your cheek as he looked at you with so much admiration. He could feel the words bubbling in his chest, and you could tell that he wanted to say something. He looked nervous, which was rare, seeing as you did not know he was capable of such an emotion. All he could do was stare at you.

“Is there something you want to-”

“I love you.”

You could see the instant regret Jisung felt interrupting you with such heavy words. It wasn’t what you were expecting, but it did bring a smile to your face, a rather large one too. You pushed him back onto the mattress, head across his chest as he wrapped you into his embrace. It should have been awkward, seeing as you had not replied to him yet. Nevertheless you laid there in peace for a while, a comfortable silence falling over the room.

You turned your head towards him, grinning at the way he was already looking down at you.

“Jisung?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

Going friends to lovers with the SKZ

STRAY KIDS X READER

A/n: Check out my Hyunjin fic: Renascence . Part 1 is up already.

Bangchan

Being Chan's friend, like a real close friend is a treat. Being with him through thick and thin, even through his emo phase was something. The moment you step foot in Korea he'll rush to meet you and have you meet the rest of the SKZ. Even they would immediately love you, clinging to you "NOONA! NOONA!". Bangchan couldn't help but feel a bit jealous though when Changbin would sit a bit closer to you or you would pay more attention to him than Chan. I bet he'd have a deep thinking with Minho as to why he feels this when they come to a conclusion that he likes you. And everything would start to make more meaning.

Going from friends to lovers with Chan would be smooth because Chan is in general such an affectionate person. But, the hugs would be more random featuring kisses. There would be lots of them. Like, imagine just sitting and talking to Hyunjin about your favourite cafe and you hear squealing and a body dumped on you. Yes it's your adorable boyfriend and he'd talk to you in his baby voice and accent.

Minho

You've been his friend for a long time, since he was in Big hits, it was natural that someone or both would fall eventually. He would however keep it hidden. You would know very well that his tsundere act was just an act, he was a real softy from within even though he liked to show otherwise. But as days go by his feelings get stronger and stronger until one day he'll simply walk up to you and say "lets date". He did that before even realising but he took a deep sigh when you started to smile and said "After all these years you ask me out like this? Lee Minho!”

You both would be awkward at first, you'll have to slowly wait till the point he gets openly soft in front of you shocking everyone and at times you as well. Like how after a long day he naturally walks in a room to find you and cling to you. Or how he loves feeding you when he's eating even though you have told him you're not hungry. But he never backs down to glare if any member dares to tease him.

Changbin

Binnie is a sweetheart in general. Being really good friends with him would involve LOTS and LOTS of teasing and pranks. The two of you would always be at each other's throats yet you can't stay without each other. He would secretly be whipped for you and he'd tease you because he loved to annoy you and get your attention? Childish? Ik. He loves to annoy you but god forbid if someone else gets you upset, he'd beat the shit out of them. He loves to such an extent that caring for you and annoying you comes hand in hand as second nature for him. He'd probably be whining to someone about how cute you looked and how he just falls more and more for you and you'd overhear it only to jump on his back and hug him and say that you like him too.

Being his lover is almost similar but it involves him flirting shamelessly with you. Openly asking for kisses and whining when you don't. Chan and Jisung would call you up if he gets upset or when he would be over working himself. You would always be in his mind rent free. He would probably invite you to the gym to show off and tease you.

Jisung

This goof ball is an adorable friend. Always being the best boy and trying to cheer everyone up. He would probably realise that he's in love with you when he sees you upset and probably crying onetime. That urge of his to annihilate any cause of your sadness. He'd do whatever he can to restore your happy face and know in his heart that he'd do this everyday if required because he loves you. He didn't even plan to confess, he couldn't, even the thought got him all jittery. But you thought he did that because he loved you as he loved his members. So after seeing the two of you pining for each other Lee Know would finally lock the two of you up in a room. "I wont let you out until you both confess". And that was the push "I like you" the two of you blurted out at the same time.

Relationship with Jisung would be just like the saying "never a dull moment". But, he'd be more open to you, he'd let himself be vulnerable around you. He'd trust that you'd catch him if he falls, just like his members. He'd make you laugh and literally would never let you go to sleep upset, even if it was for a fight between you two. Lots of talking, you two would literally not stop. The members would call you if he suddenly gets anxious as even your voice calms him down.

Hyunjin

Having the leader of paboracha as your best friend and crush is difficult. He'd be in denial for years as he was sure you see him only as a friend. Not your fault if he would not get it even after you've dropped numerous hints. Well, he thought you said "I'd surely love to date Hyunjin" during truth and dare because you found him a great friend. So when he took a dare and the members made you kiss and he liked it a bit too much he'd start avoiding you. To point where if he'd see you walking from a direction he'd either hide or walk toward the other way. But when you caught him "HYUNJIN?! WHY ARE YOU AVOIDING ME?" You'd ask. "I am not" he'd reply without even looking at you. No matter what you'd say he would not look at you and say that he "could not" look at you. So you did it, you grabbed him by his neck and pecked his lips. The smile he gave was priceless.

You will always find another body beside you or clinging to you. He loves you dearly and really misses you when you're not there in front of him. He loves it when you bring him americano. Watching him dance would be your favourite hobby, it was before too but now it would include little makeout sessions in the middle, to a level Lee Know threatened to stuff his face with tissues.

Felix

Your personal brand of sunshine. You were always the one to help him face his convictions and insecurities and he loved you for that. Somewhere between a friendly hug and a kiss on the cheek he fell for you. He couldn't help but show more and more affection towards you. Be it hugging you more or saving you extra brownies and cookies when he bakes. But he will be very careful and a set plan to not confess because he thinks you'll never see him that way, never knowing you've been pining for him as much as him for you. Until one day you wont be able to take it and just say "You know what? I really like you" he would almost tear up and kiss you instantly.

Dating felix? Loads of hugs and kisses, that's his love language afterall. He'd just squeal and hug you, seeing you after a long day. He'd love to tease you though, using his deep voice to whisper in your ears giving you goosebumps. He'd love to get you coffee/tea even though ge doesn't like them. He's a literal sunshine and if he ever sees you sad or upset even if it's for him, he'll cry too. He'd help you go through anything literally. He'd also give loving nicknames, he knows his accent and voice is your weakness and he'd use it very well on you.

Seungmin

He is a literal smartass, too smart for your own good. He'll sneakily hide his crush on you, acting very normal. He'd know all about you including your crush on him. He'd flirt very smoothly, so smooth that even you'd have no idea when you gave up the information that you liked him very much. Flirting with you would actually be one of his hobbies, watching you get wide eyed and blushy, he found you endearing. It would be a secret but Seungmin would even let you hug him if you wanted to. You'd often help him in saving him from Hyunjin and Lee know attack of affection, not Chan's though, that's cute. He'd simply corner you and confuse you one day and then end up saying "I love you too, you pabo" and kiss your forehead.

Dating Seungmin is so entertaining especially seeing him have things sorted. A lot of dates especially those quiet ones where the two of you just sit together doing your own thing with a conversation or two from time to time. He knows what the two of you have is special and he would cherish you. Always make sure you're okay, you're comfortable. He'd have huge schemes of getting you to cool if you ever get upset because of him.

Jeongin

The two of you are literally the group's babies. Bangchan has adopted you and Minho has declared you to be his favourite child. Jeongin is a sweetheart and he'd always take care of you as you do the same. He always considered the constant urge to be with you or protect you to be platonic only to find his heart fluttering every time you look at him. "Hyung! I think I'm sick" he'll tell Felix and explain his "sickness". "No Innie, you're in love!" Felix said, and Jeongin went wide eyed. He'll then smile to himself and just get lost in you. At times he felt as if you were all he needed. Him pining for you got more intense and it was getting out of hand for the hyungs to see their maknae simping. So, they coax and force him to tell you because they knew, you had been pining for him too.

Being Jeongin's lover is actually a group activity as it includes the hyungs constantly cooing at the two of you even if your doing something as simple as holding hands. He had a habit of grabbing your hand and putting it inside his pocket together with his. Many a times, Minho had caught him staring at you to an extent where he doesn't respond to someone calling unless they shake him, but when you talk his whole attention is on only you. He sometimes just pulls you into his room and locks the door just to sit and talk to you with out the interference of the elders. All in all, he loves you to pieces.

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Going friends to lovers with the SKZ

STRAY KIDS X READER

A/n: Check out my Hyunjin fic: Renascence . Part 1 is up already.

Bangchan

Being Chan's friend, like a real close friend is a treat. Being with him through thick and thin, even through his emo phase was something. The moment you step foot in Korea he'll rush to meet you and have you meet the rest of the SKZ. Even they would immediately love you, clinging to you "NOONA! NOONA!". Bangchan couldn't help but feel a bit jealous though when Changbin would sit a bit closer to you or you would pay more attention to him than Chan. I bet he'd have a deep thinking with Minho as to why he feels this when they come to a conclusion that he likes you. And everything would start to make more meaning.

Going from friends to lovers with Chan would be smooth because Chan is in general such an affectionate person. But, the hugs would be more random featuring kisses. There would be lots of them. Like, imagine just sitting and talking to Hyunjin about your favourite cafe and you hear squealing and a body dumped on you. Yes it's your adorable boyfriend and he'd talk to you in his baby voice and accent.

Minho

You've been hos friend for a long time, since he was in Big hits, it was natural that someone or both would fall eventually. He would however keep it hidden. You would know very well that his tsundere act was just that an act he was a real softy from within even though he liked to show otherwise. But as days go by his feelings get stronger and stronger until one day he'll simply walk up to you and say "lets date". He did that before even realising but he took a deep sigh when you started to smile and said "After all these years you ask me out like this? Lee Minho!”

You both would be awkward at first, you'll have to slowly wait till the point he gets openly soft in front of you shocking everyone and at times you as well. Like how after a long day he naturally walks in a room to find you and cling to you. Or how he loves feeding you when he's eating even though you have told him you're not hungry. But he never backs down to glare if any member dares to tease him.

Changbin

Binnie is a sweetheart in general. Being really good friends with him would involve LOTS and LOTS of teasing and pranks. The two of you would always be at each other's throats yet you can't stay without each other. He would secretly be whipped for you and he'd tease you because he loved to annoy you and get your attention? Childish? Ik. He loves to annoy you but god forbid if someone else gets you upset, he'd beat the shit out of them. He loves to such an extent that caring for you and annoying you comes hand in hand as second nature for him. He'd probably be whining to someone about how cute you looked and how he just falls more and more for you and you'd overhear it only to jump on his back and hug him and say that you like him too.

Being his lover is almost similar but it involves him flirting shamelessly with you. Openly asking for kisses and whining when you don't. Chan and Jisung would call you up if he gets upset or when he would be over working himself. You would always be in his mind rent free. He would probably invite you to the gym to show off and tease you.

Jisung

This goof ball is an adorable friend. Always being the best boy and trying to cheer everyone up. He would probably realise that he's in love with you when he sees you upset and probably crying onetime. That urge of his to annihilate any cause of your sadness. He'd do whatever he can to restore your happy face and know in his heart that he'd do this everyday if required because he loves you. He didn't even plan to confess, he couldn't, even the thought got him all jittery. But you thought he did that because he loved you as he loved his members. So after seeing the two of you pining for each other Lee Know would finally lock the two of you up in a room. "I wont let you out until you both confess". And that was the push "I like you" the two of you blurted out at the same time.

Relationship with Jisung would be just like the saying "never a dull moment". But, he'd be more open to you, he'd let himself be vulnerable around you. He'd trust that you'd catch him if he falls, just like his members. He'd make you laugh and literally would never let you go to sleep upset, even if it was for a fight between you two. Lots of talking, you two would literally not stop. The members would call you if he suddenly gets anxious as even your voice calms him down.

Hyunjin

Having the leader of paboracha as your best friend and crush is difficult. He'd be in denial for years as he was sure you see him only as a friend. Not your fault if he would not get it even after you've dropped numerous hints. Well, he thought you said "I'd surely love to date Hyunjin" during truth and dare because you found him a great friend. So when he took a dare and the members made you kiss and he liked it a bit too much he'd start avoiding you. To point where if he'd see you walking from a direction he'd either hide or walk toward the other way. But when you caught him "HYUNJIN?! WHY ARE YOU AVOIDING ME?" You'd ask. "I am not" he'd reply without even looking at you. No matter what you'd say he would not look at you and say that he "could not" look at you. So you did it, you grabbed him by his neck and pecked his lips. The smile he gave was priceless.

You will always find another body beside you or clinging to you. He loves you dearly and really misses you when you're not there in front of him. He loves it when you bring him americano. Watching him dance would be your favourite hobby, it was before too but now it would include little makeout sessions in the middle, to a level Lee Know threatened to stuff his face with tissues.

Felix

Your personal brand of sunshine. You were always the one to help him face his convictions and insecurities and he loved you for that. Somewhere between a friendly hug and a kiss on the cheek he fell for you. He couldn't help but show more and more affection towards you. Be it hugging you more or saving you extra brownies and cookies when he bakes. But he will be very careful and a set plan to not confess because he thinks you'll never see him that way, never knowing you've been pining for him as much as him for you. Until one day you wont be able to take it and just say "You know what? I really like you" he would almost tear up and kiss you instantly.

Dating felix? Loads of hugs and kisses, that's his love language afterall. He'd just squeal and hug you, seeing you after a long day. He'd love to tease you though, using his deep voice to whisper in your ears giving you goosebumps. He'd love to get you coffee/tea even though ge doesn't like them. He's a literal sunshine and if he ever sees you sad or upset even if it's for him, he'll cry too. He'd help you go through anything literally. He'd also give loving nicknames, he knows his accent and voice is your weakness and he'd use it very well on you.

Seungmin

He is a literal smartass, too smart for your own good. He'll sneakily hide his crush on you, acting very normal. He'd know all about you including your crush on him. He'd flirt very smoothly, so smooth that even you'd have no idea when you gave up the information that you liked him very much. Flirting with you would actually be one of his hobbies, watching you get wide eyed and blushy, he found you endearing. It would be a secret but Seungmin would even let you hug him if you wanted to. You'd often help him in saving him from Hyunjin and Lee know attack of affection, not Chan's though, that's cute. He'd simply corner you and confuse you one day and then end up saying "I love you too, you pabo" and kiss your forehead.

Dating Seungmin is so entertaining especially seeing him have things sorted. A lot of dates especially those quiet ones where the two of you just sit together doing your own thing with a conversation or two from time to time. He knows what the two of you have is special and he would cherish you. Always make sure you're okay, you're comfortable. He'd have huge schemes of getting you to cool if you ever get upset because of him.

Jeongin

The two of you are literally the group's babies. Bangchan has adopted you and Minho has declared you to be his favourite child. Jeongin is a sweetheart and he'd always take care of you as you do the same. He always considered the constant urge to be with you or protect you to be platonic only to find his heart fluttering every time you look at him. "Hyung! I think I'm sick" he'll tell Felix and explain his "sickness". "No Innie, you're in love!" Felix said, and Jeongin went wide eyed. He'll then smile to himself and just get lost in you. At times he felt as if you were all he needed. Him pining for you got more intense and it was getting out of hand for the hyungs to see their maknae simping. So, they coax and force him to tell you because they knew, you had been pining for him too.

Being Jeongin's lover is actually a group activity as it includes the hyungs constantly cooing at the two of you even if your doing something as simple as holding hands. He had a habit of grabbing your hand and putting it inside his pocket together with his. Many a times, Minho had caught him staring at you to an extent where he doesn't respond to someone calling unless they shake him, but when you talk his whole attention is on only you. He sometimes just pulls you into his room and locks the door just to sit and talk to you with out the interference of the elders. All in all, he loves you to pieces.

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Do you remember that day?

Han Jisung x reader

Summary: To my older self, holding hands with a best friend doesn't necessarily mean something. But for my 14 year old self it meant a lot more.

Warnings: None

Genre: fluff & angst

Word count: 605 words

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I can remember it like it was yesterday. The way I felt that day. It might have not meant much to you, but it did to me. Though, I like to think it meant something to you too.

I think our problem was always our bad timing. When these thoughts crossed your mind, they didn't cross mine and the other way around.

Changbin had told me, that six months before that day, you had admitted something to him. You had been feeling a way about me that a best friend isn’t supposed to feel. It was about a week before I admitted to him that I’ve been feeling those kinds of feelings for you too. I don't know why he didn't tell me right away, but it's understandable. He was supposed to keep our secrets like a good friend.

So, yeah. I think our problem was our bad timing. There is one day though, that felt like the only day we were in tune. The only day we both felt something about each other at the same time.

But we were so cowards. We acted as if nothing happened. We never talked about it again. I'm guessing you've probably forgotten about it. I haven't. Many years later and I still remember it like it was yesterday.

We were just two teenagers. Two teenagers watching a movie together.

You had come with my family and I on our vacation because I had begged you to do so. I really didn’t want to leave, knowing I’d be bored to death and you agreed to come with us easily, to keep me company. You woke up early, even though you never do that, just to prepare your things and come with me. I was so thankful for that.

At night, we sat on the couch and watched TV. After the first movie was over, we watched another one. It must have been about 2am. Everyone else was sleeping.

Somehow, our hands found their way towards each other. My left hand comfortably resting in your right hand. I secretly glanced at our hands and pretended I was putting some stray hair away. But I was also too immersed in the movie to see if you glanced at our hands too.

When the second movie was over, approximately 2 hours later, we let go of each other’s hands and turned off the TV. I don't know who let go first. But we did it without a word. Acting as if we weren't two best friends holding hands.

We collected our things, half empty glasses of water and our empty dinner plates, put them in the sink and headed to the room, where we exchanged a soft ‘good night’ and laid on our beds.

To my older self, holding hands with a best friend doesn't necessarily mean something. But for my 14 year old self it meant a lot more.

I still wonder how you felt. If you felt the same way. I wonder if you really remember it, or chose to forget it and replace the memory with new memories with other people.

We've now grown apart. We never contact each other anymore. But I still wonder. However I know I'll never get my answers.

I honestly don't think you remember any of this and if I ever told you, you'd probably just raise your eyebrow at me in confusion. I think I prefer not knowing the answer, than hating the answer.

But if you ever see this (even though I hope you never do) then tell me; Do you remember that day, Jisung? Did you feel the same way?

( 2:39AM ) “i think i’ve finally chosen the college i want to go to.”

you hum sleepily, only half-processing park jisung’s words as he shifts to lay on his stomach. through half-lidded eyes, you see him prop his elbow up so he can rest his chin on his palm. the other hand comes up to brush its fingers along your arm, sending goosebumps along your skin. he’s still staring at you, looking thoughtful and much too awake despite it being four in the morning.

“it’s a good school,” he continues, fingers playing a mindless tune on your arm, “i’ll be able to take the bus to the dance studio after classes too.”

“mhm, that’s useful,” you slur out, because it is. it definitely beats him having to wait for his mom to drive all the way from her office to bring him to the studio because none of the bus routes in his school’s neighbourhood even come close to it.

“it is.”

“close to your house too?” you yawn, shifting closer to him. jisung lifts his arm, letting you roll right into his embrace. he hums.

“mhm,” is all he says for a while. silence falls upon you two, and you begin to let your eyes close. laying in jisung’s embrace like this makes it dangerously easy to fall asleep, but you find yourself trying to stay awake even with your eyes closed and your breathing deep. your boyfriend has a tendency of doing this— this being talking about things he usually wouldn’t talk about in socially acceptable hours. him finally deciding on what college he wants to go to after graduation isn’t quite something he’d be hesitant to talk about at a normal time, so you wait.

then jisung shifts, moving to lay on his back. he slips an arm under your body, pulling you close to him as he tangles your legs together. you hum, and he apologises softly, to which you respond with a shake of your head in silent assurance. jisung sighs, in a strange mix of content and weariness.

“you okay?” you ask him, words slurred together slightly. jisung doesn’t respond for a moment, until—

“…our colleges would be 28 miles apart.”

the first thought that pops into your head is one that notices how worried your boyfriend is by the distance between you and him during school hours. the second is one that makes you realise that once he found his school of choice, jisung immediately looked up the distance between his college and yours.

you can’t help but smile at that, your heart doing a little giddy flip in your chest. you wrap an arm around his torso, giving him a slight squeeze. jisung sighs again, resting his head against yours.

“you remembered what school i chose?” you ask him softly.

jisung’s face scrunches up, and he almost looks offended, “of course i did.”

“and you looked up the distance.”

“i was bored.”

“you calculated it.”

he makes a face, but doesn’t deny it any further. your smile grows as you tilt your head up and press your lips against his. he practically melts against you, his expression softening till all his previous signs of worry are non-existent even when he pulls away and sighs again, brushing his nose against yours.

“i don’t like being away from you,” he tells you almost miserably. you laugh softly, pecking his lips.

“you’ll survive.”

“no, i won’t.”

“i’ll visit you every day. in the studio, your house, or even just at a 7/11 in between.”

jisung is silent as he considers your words. you bite back another smile as he looks at you hopefully.

“promise?”

you press your lips against his sweetly, hoping that he understands how genuine you are when you echo, “promise.”

[10:52 PM]

if it weren't for jisung sitting by your side on the couch, you'd probably be either fast asleep by now or binge watching anime with sad, sleepy eyes.

luckily enough, he was more than willing to spend the night watching TV together, but you can't help the guilt that eats away at you the later it gets.

tonight is halloween and the two of you had been planning on going to the party hyunjin throws every year. however, your luck is absolutely terrible, and after somehow managing to trip over your own feet like the uncoordinated mess you are, you ended up with a sprained ankle, hence you staying home on a night meant for social activity and fun.

when you told jisung you wouldn't be able to go tonight, he insisted on spending the night at yours instead to keep you company despite you insisting he shouldn't skip a night with the boys just for your sake.

"ji, it's still pretty early. if you wanna go, it's really not a problem, i totally understand-" you start, but he cuts you off with a loud shout of 'blah blah blah' like a disruptive child.

"really, Y/N, you don't have to worry about me! I'm completely happy chilling with you tonight. if I wasn't then I wouldn't be here right now, okay?" he reassures you, gently petting your head.

you manage a half-hearted smile and rest your head on his shoulder.

"besides," he says with a teasing smile on his handsome skeleton face (he's a skeleton every year and it's pretty much tradition now), "I'd probably be dragging you home by now if we had actually gone, anyway. the struggle of being a heavyweight when all of your friends can hardly handle a beer, huh?"

you smack him lightly but he's not entirely wrong - most of the guys are lightweights. it's just that he's certainly not a heavyweight and most of the time it's you dragging him home, not the other way around.

"yeah, okay. at least we know our limits, ji. remember the time you threw up all over seungmin's new carpet and proceeded to pass out right in the middle of the puddle?"

"yeah, but that was new year's eve! that's, like, the entire point," he claims, ever ready to make a convenient excuse for his irresponsibility.

you just laugh at him and he joins you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer.

the movie you're (hardly) watching seems to fade away as your eyelids grow heavy, and soon enough you're resting your entire weight against jisung's chest. the last thing you notice before you fall asleep is a soft murmur of 'night night, sleep tight' and a kiss on the top of your head.

♬⋆.˚ 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 ― 𝐇𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

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𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: idol!Jisung x GN!reader, established relationship

𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: fluff

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1.5k — 10 𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙

𝙏𝙒/𝘾𝙒: burned food, thats it

𝘼/𝙉: This was requested! I loved to write this one because this is inspired by something I did a few weeks ago. I tried to surprise my bf with cooking so he didn't have to do all the work but I failed, big time :') Hopefully, you'll enjoy it!

⤷ 𝘊𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘑𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘺 (𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨).

⋮ 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | 𝗛𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗻'𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 | 𝗝𝗶𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴'𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻

. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁˖ . ܁. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁˖ . ܁. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁˖ . ܁. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁˖ . ܁

Jisung was tired. He just wanted to go home, cuddle with you on the couch or in bed, and watch Spirited Away. Comeback season was upon them, and he still wanted to spend as much free time with you as possible before he got too busy. After a few years together, you were used to him being so busy during comeback season, but you still wanted to make the most of the free time you had together before and during this time.

Jisung loved that about you. You knew how busy he could get because of his career. The long days, touring, and comeback stages were a part of his job and his life. Sometimes he wouldn’t come home to sleep. He would just sleep in the studio and continue the next day. You did express to him that you thought it was unhealthy to stay in his workspace for so long without having a break. And you meant really have a break. Closing your eyes for a few hours in the studio, waking up, and going straight back at it didn’t count.

You didn’t want him to overwork himself and at least come home in the evenings. Your shared apartment was only 15 minutes from the studio, so it wasn’t even a long commute home. You managed to talk him into coming home to sleep, even if it was in the middle of the night, so he could sleep in an actual bed with you and rest.

If he had an early morning and you had time, you’d wake up with him and make him breakfast while he got ready. You’d eat your breakfast together before he would leave for the day. This way, you’d still spend some time together. Other times, you would order takeout for him and his members. You’d bring it to him and eat with them. If they were really busy or behind schedule, you’d drop it off with a kiss and just eat your dinner at home.

Sometimes he wondered why you hadn’t left him yet. During comeback seasons, he was just so busy, he barely had time for you and your relationship. However, he found it difficult to communicate it when those feelings surfaced. He was scared you would realize you deserved better and leave him.

“You let me know that you are too busy and stressed to do anything with me. I know it has nothing to do with me and this is what your job requires of you. Yes, it is hard sometimes, and I miss you at times like that, but I love you too much to just give this up. I know that if the roles were reversed, you would support me and my dreams too,” you had said when he gathered the courage to address this to you.

After saying goodbye to the members, he quickly grabbed his stuff and went on his way home. During the day, you’d texted him that you’d be in charge of dinner tonight to surprise him. It brought a smile to Jisung’s face but also some concern. He knew you weren’t the best at cooking; that’s why you brought him and his members takeout on busy days instead of home-cooked meals. You could make simple things like scrambled eggs and warm up some soup, but that was about it.

It’s the thought that counts, Jisung told himself. He didn’t want to discourage you from trying new things, like trying new recipes. He texted you he was on his way home and couldn’t wait to see you. Putting his phone back in his pocket, he put on his headphones and went on his way.

Upon arrival at your shared apartment, he could hear your voice vaguely through the front door. He chuckled to himself and entered the home. Your voice echoed through the hallway, trying to rap Jisung’s part in a song of his you’d put on. By no means were you a rapper, but he could hear you having fun and moving around in the kitchen.

He quietly trekked to the kitchen to see you in action. You were moving to the beat of the music that was playing through the speakers in one of his oversized shirts. This was one of Jisung’s favorite sights: you being carefree and having fun, even if you were alone.

You cut up the ingredients before adding them to the pot on the stove. You grabbed your phone that was lying on the counter to read the next step of the recipe. While your back was turned to the doorway, you hadn’t noticed Jisung standing there leaning on the doorframe with crossed arms and admiring you.

In the most terrible pitch ever, you started rapping along with the music again. You added seasoning to the ingredients on the stove and read the next step again. Unbeknownst to you, the gas stove was on way too high and the food in the pan was slowly beginning to burn.

The burnt smell flowed through the kitchen and reached Jisung. He frowned and uncrossed his arms. You still hadn’t noticed he had come in and you definitely didn’t notice that the food was burning. Jisung reached out to you, and before he could tap your shoulder, you turned around.

You shrieked out in horror and dropped the cutting board with vegetables from your hands. Your hand clutched your chest as you recovered from your scare. “Ji, what the hell?! You scared me.” You let out a breath, and Jisung chuckled at your reaction. Before he could tell you, you already smelled the burned food. “Oh my god, no, I burned it!”

You rushed over to the pan and turned off the stove. A lot of smoke was already coming from the pan and filling the kitchen. The hood above the stove apparently wasn’t strong enough. Cursing and whining, you got the hot pan off the stove and threw away the burned food. You placed the pan back on the stove to cool off and turned around with a pout.

Jisung had to hold back his laughter when he saw your pouty expression. He opened his arms, and you immediately rushed forward to wrap your arms around him. Still chuckling, he gave you a kiss on top of your head and hugged you tight. “For once, I just wanted to surprise you with your favorite food, but I can’t even do that...” you huffed out against him. Pulling back slightly, Jisung looked at your face. He could tell by your eyes that you were frustrated with the situation. He pecked your lips before speaking up, “Don’t worry about it, baby. We’ll cook something else together.”

“Or…” you dragged out while your pout turned into a sheepish smile. “We can order takeout?” How could he say no to your adorable face? He nodded, “We’ll order takeout, less fuss after your little accident.”

Your eyes narrowed and you gave him a pointed look. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, babe. It’s the thought that counts, and I love that you tried cooking for me.” He smiled at you. “Nice save, Ji, you’re lucky I love you.” You huffed out, and Jisung let out a laugh at your reaction. Stepping out of his embrace, you cleaned up the mess you made and grabbed your phone off the counter. “You go and change; I’ll order takeout for us. Pizza?” you asked as you ushered him out of the kitchen. Jisung replied with a ‘yes please’ while walking down the hall to your bedroom to change.

You let out a groan when sitting down on the couch. This was not how it was supposed to go tonight. You just wanted to surprise Jisung with his favorite food, go to the convenience store together to get the cheesecake slices he loves, and watch some Studio Ghibli movies. I guess you can still go out for dessert or order it with your takeout.

As Jisung came back into the living room, you placed your order (with desserts). Setting down your phone, Jisung cuddled up next to you on the couch. While he was trying to find the most comfortable position, your hand ran softly through his hair. Passing the remote to Jisung, he put on Spirited Away and went straight back to enjoying the feeling of your hands in his hair.

After a while, your pizza arrived and you started to dig in. Halfway through the movie, Jisung turned to you with a soft smile on his face. His boba eyes admired you from the side as he soaked up this moment with you. Such a small and simple gesture meant the world to him.

“I know this is not how you’d hoped the evening would turn out, but I appreciate you looking after me,” Jisung spoke, his voice filled with warmth and love. You turned your face to him, mid-bite. Quickly swallowing your bite and almost choking on it, you returned his soft smile. “Anything for you, my love.”

He gave you a soft kiss before turning his attention back to the TV and his pizza. Jisung was content. He had everything he’d ever wanted: a career he’d always dreamed of and he had you.

. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁˖ . ܁. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁˖ . ܁. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁˖ . ܁. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁˖ . ܁

Ⓒ︎ 𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝗗𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞-𝐚-𝐡𝐨𝐞! - spiderman!han jisung x fem!reader

wc: 11.1k

cw: han jisung is spiderman, a brief attack of an alien in school, both characters are 18+ (legal) but are intended to be in high school, friends to lovers, jisung calling mc baby at any given moment

synopsis: you’re obsessed with spiderman, but after a certain event takes place, you become convinced your best friend and spiderman are the same person.

a/n: after a long wait… HEHE smut warnings under the cut and as usual 18+ MDNI!!!!!!!

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sw: brief mention of masturbation (both), oral (fem!rec), slightly switchy both parties, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, loss of virginity (both), cumswapping, relatively tame given that its me

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You’re intrigued.

Interested seemed like too little of a word to use for how you feel whenever you see the latest news report. In a world full of superhuman serums and bulletproof skin, he is still intriguing. Maths homework could be ignored, as far as you’re concerned - and that’s bold for you, because you love maths. You wonder if he likes maths, too.

Every night at 6pm sharp, you settle in front of the television and wait for the news. Spiderman, the hero in question, is always up to something. He loves shooting his webs across the tallest skyscrapers in the city, dangling from them precariously without a care before he lets out a loud, earth-shattering giggle and beats the newest bad-guy that your world has attracted. You always wince at the reports, wondering just how he healed from the injuries he must sustain. It had to be down to the spider venom, you supposed.

“He’s dangerous,” Your dad huffs. He’s lounging on his normal armchair, peeling leather be damned, munching on a bag of crisps. You grimace at his crisp covered digits motioning towards the television. You love your dad, really, and your mum - you just always differed in opinions when it came to Spiderman. He was so fucking cool, and you seriously feel like a child saying that all of the time, despite your best friend Jisung telling you that we all have our interests. “I mean, he’s putting normal civilians in danger. Friendly neighbourhood Spiderman my ass.”

“Honey,” Your mother admonishes, digging through her own bag of crisps. You briefly consider why you haven’t been offered one. They look tasty, when your father isn’t rubbing luminous orange dust onto his previously crisp white shirt. “You know she doesn’t like it when you say bad things about him. He- what was the word again, baby?”

“He intrigues me,” You mumble, pretending to erase equations from your homework. Your cheeks blaze crimson when your mother hums in agreement, nodding triumphantly to your father. You wish you could be as sassy as her sometimes. You’re more timid, hiding behind oversized hoodies and Jisung. He is a lot more confident than you, more loud and exuberant - you suppose that’s why he had adopted you as his all those years ago.

Your mother had been best friends with Jisung’s aunt, Sohee. She’s just like Jisung, zipping around the place at an insane pace to offer you snacks and drinks at every second. When you and Jisung had first met in preschool, you’d been drawing patterns in the mud with your grubby little fingers, hiding from the bullies. He’d criticised your drawing. He helped you fix it, though, chubby cheeks puffing out with a grin when it was good enough for his taste. Looking back now, that behaviour was so Jisung, but your mother had been delighted to find out that you’d already met her best friend’s son.

It had been easy becoming friends with him after that. Every day, he’d drag you by your wrist and take you to the yard, insisting on doing your co-operative drawings together. The teachers had a fit everyday on the state of you two by the end of your break, but your mothers had loved it, taking a million and one pictures a second. He stuck up for you both to the teachers, and then he stuck up for you to the bullies and it was like you’d known each other since birth. Inseparable at the hip, you’d been glued together throughout preschool, primary school and now high school - it doesn’t look like you’re getting rid of him anytime soon, either. You’d applied for the same colleges.

You don’t particularly want to be rid of him anyway. He’s alright, really, and you had a bit of a girly, high school crush on him. You would rather jump off of a building like Spiderman sans the webs if anyone found out.

Another thing Jisung is good for is listening to your rants. He waits for your call every night after the news had been on, and you clamber on your bed obediently after the report finishes to press on his contact.

“Jisung!” You squeal. There’s a lot of feedback on his end, and you hear a low ‘shit, fuck, oops, oh God’, until there’s a loud thud and he giggles, chiming through your tinny phone speakers. “... Ji? Are you okay?”

“Yep, sorry, baby,” He sounds out of breath, but you smile when he speaks anyway. Whenever he calls you baby, his designated nickname for you, it makes your heart flutter and you have to grimace to ignore it. His face pops into the little square designated to him, his cheeks blushing pink and round eyes wide. His hair is slightly damp, from what you’re not sure - but he looks cute. “I just got home. I was- I was running some errands for my aunt.”

“God, she’s got you running like crazy lately,” You mumble, still jotting down numbers on your homework. It’s taken you hours, but you always get distracted on nights like this. “Did you see it?”

Jisung hums, and then you hear him groan. He’s stretching, slightly toned honey-skinned arms appearing above his head in the plain oversized t-shirt he’s wearing. You try not to stare. “Did I see what?”

“The- the news, Sungie,” You feel shy mentioning it so outright. It is a weird interest, a weird thing to be obsessed with - Jisung often reassures you that it really isn’t, and his anime obsession was a lot worse. It was. You sigh, clearing your throat. “Spiderman. He was- he was super cool tonight.”

“Ooh, was he?” Jisung teases, chuckling when you groan in protest. “I’m only playing with you, baby. I saw it. He was super cool, wasn’t he?”

“Ha-ha, super cool, ‘cause he’s a superhero. You’re funny.”

“That’s why you keep me around,” Jisung chirps. “Hey, have you done the maths homework? I haven’t had time, because of the errands, y’know.”

“Hmm, yeah, I’m almost finished,” You aren’t. You’re far from it, really, but he doesn’t have to know that. “I can let you copy it tomorrow morning, before class.”

“No, that’s alright, baby. We can just cross-check our answers tomorrow,” His voice sounds tired, but you don’t comment. It’s better not to question Jisung when he’s like this.

His aunt has him doing a lot these days. You haven’t wanted to ask about it because you know it must be tough for her to look after Jisung since his parents passed, especially when Jisung is always going at full speed and is probably seconds away from giving his aunt a heart attack. He was always clumsy as a child, too, snapping his glasses in half and having a few broken bones to tell long stories about. He always means well, but sometimes you wish that he had something else to get his energy out of his system rather than stressing his aunt out.

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“Jisung, surely you know who Spiderman is, like, underneath the mask,” Seungmin quips through a mouthful of dry, government regulated school food. “You spent all that time with Bang Chan in the internship.”

Seungmin is a lanky boy that just came along one day and decided to be yours and Jisung’s friend. With him, he brought a younger, smiley guy named Jeongin, and Jeongin brought Felix. Felix is just Felix - nothing else can describe him. Before long, you’d found yourself in a de facto group of misfits that you weren’t even sure you could call friends. Apart from Jisung, of course.

Jisung simply raises an eyebrow in response to Seungmin. “I mean, sure. I met Mr Bang a few times, but I never met Spiderman. Not out of his suit, anyway.”

You gasp. Jeongin startles from the nap he was taking on the cafeteria table, raising his head to look at you angrily. Felix pushes his head back down from the hood on his jumper and Jeongin immediately falls back to sleep. “You met him in his suit?”

“Well, yeah,” Jisung shrugs. When he turns to look at you, your mouth is agape, feeling slightly betrayed. Jisung shoves another spoonful of cheese - was it really cheese? - pasta into his mouth, and then he’s sighing. “It’s not a big deal, baby. If I really met him, the real him, you’d be the first to know. I promise.”

“You still got that fat crush on Spiderman?” Felix chirps. You meet his amused gaze with your own steely glare, pouting over your packed lunch.

“It’s not a crush-”

“It’s an interest,” Jisung clarifies for you, and you smile. He’s always jumping to your defence like that. You bite into an apple, savouring the crisp, fruity taste on your tongue, and then the bell rings. Sighing, you watch as the boys around you get up - including Jeongin, fox like eyes bleary from sleep - and swing their bags on their shoulders.

“I’ll see you later,” You murmur to Jisung, who throws his arm around your waist in a quick hug. “Enjoy English.”

Right. You and Jisung didn’t have the same classes. He has English now, and you have chemistry, which is probably your least favourite of all classes. You just weren’t a fan of the whole blowing shit up scenario, unlike Jeongin was, and the boy trundles behind you towards your chemistry class.

The class is boring. The teacher drones on and on about some experiment you couldn’t care less about, and you pretend to care. You’re taking notes, sure, ever the diligent student - but you can’t get anything other than Spiderman out of your mind. Jisung met him, and didn’t tell you, and who even is this guy? You’d love to know. You’d love to just see him, even once, just to be able to tell the story.

A massive crash stops the teacher’s speech. He turns to the door, confused, and the students do the same. You do too, furrowed eyebrows staring at the door. Another crash causes people to begin to rise, and the teacher starts ushering everyone out of the class to the closest exit route. You’re frozen in confusion and fear, pencil halted in your fingers, even as another noise makes the teacher run out behind the class.

It’s quiet for a moment, and you’re still sitting in your seat, eyes wide and heart racing. Then, you spring up to follow the rest of your cohort, sneakers squeaking against the tiled floor as you run to the door. Swinging it open, you stick your head out the door and look around, trying to see if the coast is clear. With a planet full of interdimensional attacks, you can’t be sure, and looking left leads you to see a scaly, large animal type of thing. You squeak, startled, and immediately retreat into the class before it notices you. What the fuck do you do? What are you meant to do?

The whole room begins to shake, and you have a feeling the creature’s getting closer. Beakers are thrown to the floor from the vibration ringing throughout the room, glass shattering loudly, and you feel like you’re about to scream, or cry, or run, and you can’t run.

Doing the only thing you can think of, you cower to the floor, hiding underneath a table donned in smashed beakers. You’re curled up in a ball, watching students standing outside murmuring and discussing their own safety, and then the shaking stops.

The door swings open. Everything outside the classroom is too intimidating, items being thrown everywhere, and you can’t even bring your legs to move with how badly they’re shaking. Who’s just walked in? You pray for Jisung. You pray for someone who’s going to help you hide, someone who’s going to keep you safe, and then-

A masked face pops underneath the table. He’s lithe, slender, but the tight red and dark blue suit highlights the hint of abs and sculpted biceps on his body. Holy fucking shit. Your eyes widen. Spiderman is in your school.

“Are you okay?” His voice is deep, but it sounds almost like someone putting on a deeper voice to hide their identity. You nod hesitantly, and then he’s extending a gloved hand towards you, pulling you out from underneath the table. You’re unable to speak. Once you’re standing in front of him, you notice he’s around a head or so taller than you, but definitely not as tall as you thought he’d be. He sighs, chest heaving with panic. You suppose it must be pretty tough work fighting aliens from outer space. “I’ve webbed him up for now, but it won’t hold much longer. Go- please, go and run. Please, anywhere, just- go and hide, or run.”

“I-I-”

“Promise me, b- um, you. I can’t let you get hurt.”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “I- Yes, I promise, I’m going to- I’ll go, thank you, thank you-”

“Wait, no!” He shouts, rubbing his temples - or at least, you’d imagine he was but he’s just rubbing the mask in frustration. You watch as he bounds over to the window, kicking it open, and the students outside turn to the classroom in awe. You’re rooted in place, as if vines are circling your ankles and securing you to the floor, mouth agape. You wait for him to give you further directions, and you gasp when he runs back over to you, picking you up and carrying you over to the window. You feel light as a feather, and all you can think is how he’s even carrying this amount of strength in that small body. “Too risky. Outside.”

“O-Outside?” You stammer, cheeks bright red, and he nods. He leans to place you out of the window, delicately placing you on your feet, and then he speeds off, shouting a quick “see you later!”.

You blink. You can hear the noises of walls breaking and windows shattering as Spiderman fights, and Felix runs up to you from the crowd outside and slings an arm over your shoulder. You’re still staring inside the classroom as if you can see through walls and watch the fight. What did see you later mean?

What’s the likelihood, honestly? You knew he was the friendly neighbourhood guy, and all that, but why not Bang Chan, in his sleek nanotech suit? This was a big fight. You find yourself getting worried, biting your nails in concern for the man you don’t even know. You have to remind yourself of that. He saved you because you’re any other citizen, not for any other specialty - you don’t know this guy.

“C’mon, over here,” Felix ushers you over, tone soft. When you’re with him, Seungmin and Jeongin, he sighs, rubbing your back. “Crazy, right? At least you can say you met Spiderman now.”

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Jisung is safe, thank god. You kind of feel guilty for not worrying about him at the moment, but he’d text you shortly after, saying he’d left just before it all kicked off because he felt a little under the weather. He wanted to make sure you were okay, though, so he texted you as soon as he could. You’d never admit the blush that rose to your cheeks when you read it.

It’s quiet in your room. Your parents had sprinted to you as soon as you’d come through the door, having seen the situation on the news, and you’d reassured them that Spiderman had saved you. It definitely changed your dad’s perspective of him, and now you lie on your bed feeling more than relieved.

Your fingers tap on your tummy in thought, though. He was making his voice deeper, that much you could tell, but why? How was he there so quickly? There’s no fucking way he was a student. Still, that body in the tight suit… you’d definitely been looking. You’re a woman, of course you were going to look. He had a figure enviable to every man. Broad shoulders, abs just slightly visible, strong legs that carried you over to the window…

In your dreamlike fantasy, you’re considering something you previously never would’ve thought of. What if Jisung was underneath that suit? Now, that would be perfect. Both of your crushes being one being, Jisung pulling that suit up his lithe thighs and letting it settle over his broad pecs.

Before you know it, your hand is dipping under the hem of your pyjama pants, unable to feel guilty for thinking about your best friend in this way. Besides, it wouldn’t be the first time, with many of your nights spent whimpering into your pillow and coming apart on your own fingers wishing they were his. He had such nice hands… What if it was him who had grabbed you from underneath that table? Your hand trails down to find your folds, slick and ready for whatever you had in store, but you focus on your clit, swollen and aching between your bottom lips. Would he finger you in the gloves if you asked, let you ride his abs in the suit until completion? Would he kiss you upside down, hanging from the-

A tap on your window makes you jump. The room is dark, save for your bedside lamp, and you turn rapidly to see a faceless figure just about popping in from the corner. You yank your hand out of your bottoms, squeaking, and then you squint to try and see the figure closer.

Holy shit. Spiderman is at your bedroom window.

Your cotton tank top is revealing, so you turn immediately to reach for your dressing gown and tie it around your figure. You pad over to the window in your socks, still wide-eyed and completely baffled, and then you turn the handle to allow him access. What the fuck?

“What the fuck?” You blurt, toes curling against your floor. Spiderman swings inside instead of responding, walking around your room like he’s been there a million times before. “No, seriously, what the fuck?”

He turns to you, shrugging. “I said I’d see you later, didn’t I?”

You blanch. He did say that, yes, but that still doesn’t explain the million questions you have right now. “Well, yeah, but- how do you know where I live?”

“I- uh, found it in the school office,” He hops up onto your bed, sitting cross legged. His mask hides his face, but he hums in pleasure at the feeling of the bedsheets on him. “After the fight, I went in there. Glad you’re okay, by the way.”

He’s still making his voice deeper, and you blink, nodding in response. “I’m great. Can I- can I ask why you’re here?”

He shrugs again, fiddling with a loose thread on your duvet. “No reason. Got bored. I was swinging around and remembered I saw your address on the computer.”

“Right,” You shake your head, still baffled. Instead of questioning him further, you jump onto the bed in front of him and copy his position, cross legged. “Don’t you have, like, recovering to do? I heard you got beat pretty bad.”

“Nah, no way,” He scoffs, rolling his neck. You suppress a smile. Cocky. “Spider venom, y’know? It repairs everything super quick.”

You were right. You can’t suppress a smile at his response, clicking your fingers at his masked face. “I fucking knew it! I guessed it was the venom.”

He stops fiddling with the duvet, turning to you and tilting his head in question. “You’re smart, aren’t you? Hey, are you the one that’s friends with that kid?”

You narrow your eyes. Jisung’s a liar. If Spiderman knows who he is, that means they’ve met more than once, and Jisung lied. You reach for your phone, ready to bitch him out via text, but Spiderman knocks your phone out of your hand. You turn to him, confused.

“Talk to me,” He whines. “I told you I was bored!”

You roll your eyes. “Okay, damn. Yes, I’m friends with Jisung. Why?”

“No reason,” He wiggles forward on your bed, grabbing your hand. You’re confused, but then he launches you into an intense thumb war, one that you were never going to win. Everytime you go to move your thumb in response to his, he’s got you pinned, and before he speaks again you’re five rounds down. “He’s pretty cool, right?”

“Who?” You ask, still focusing on the thumb war.

“Jisung,” He clarifies, clearing his throat. Making his voice that deep must be taking its toll on his vocal chords. “He’s kinda cool. Super smart, I thought.”

“He definitely is,” You laugh when he pins your thumb down again, swatting at his wrist to get him off of you. “He’s smarter than me.”

“And, uh,” He clears his throat again, leaning back on your bed. Leaning back like that, you have a full view of his body in his suit, and you have to stare at the posters on your wall to avoid looking at him. He puts his hands behind his head, the full picture of relaxation, and you wished he’d stop throwing you this random curveball behaviour. “Is that all you think of him? Just smart?”

You blush, finally reverting your eyes to him. “What do you mean?”

“I just mean… Do you have a crush on him, or?”

“Who wants to know?” You bristle, playing with your hands in your lap. You look down at your chipped nail polish, awkwardly shifting on the bed in your pyjamas. “I don’t even know who you are.”

“No one knows who I am,” He responds easily. “I want to know. Tell me. Do you have a crush on him?”

“I’m not telling you that-”

“I’m bored!” He whines again, sitting up. You let him grab your hand again, pulling your pinky finger into a promise. You swear you see the mask smile. “Tell me!”

“Okay, damn,” You sigh, exasperated. Was he on molly or something? Are you dreaming? “I guess so. I guess I always have, yeah, I don’t know. I don’t think he’d ever like me like that.”

He coos at that, taking your hand in his. It’s strangely comforting. “Why not?”

“He’s- well, I don’t think I’m good enough for someone like him,” You admit, scratching the back of your neck. “It’s awkward. He’s my best friend. It would ruin things, and I guess I’ve never let myself think about it like that.”

“You should,” He hums. You blink, staring at him. What the hell is he on about? “I just mean you should. Maybe he likes you too, y’know? I like my best friend. I’d love to know if she likes me back.”

“You do?” You wiggle closer, eager to know more. “You like your best friend? What’s she like?”

“Well,” He strokes your hand again before pulling away, leaning his chin on his hand. “She’s super pretty. Smart, too. I’ve known her since like, forev- for a few years, I think, in total.”

“It’s kind of the same with me and Jisung,” You sigh again, pouting. “I’ve known him for my whole life, basically. I’m just scared it’ll ruin things, but I think about him a lot when I’m on my own.”

He snickers. “Really? Like when you’re doing what you were doing when I got here?”

You swat at his shoulder, blushing bright red. “Shut up, oh my god! I thought you- shut up. Just don’t.”

“Maybe he thinks about you then too, I don’t know,” He shrugs nonchalantly, and then he’s getting up and pacing around. You watch him fiddle with a few photo frames on your desk, humming at ones of you and Jisung when you were younger and even fiddling with a few of your academic medals and prizes. “I won’t tell him, by the way.”

“You see him often?” You ask, voice soft. “He said-”

“Nah, I’ve only seen him once or twice,” He stretches his arms above his head, still staring at your desk full of trinkets. “He doesn’t know who I am.”

“Can I know?”

He turns to you. “Know what?”

“I want to know who you are,” Your voice is confident, but you feel anything but, teeth chewing your bottom lip nervously. “You saved me, and now you’re in my bedroom. I feel that I deserve to know.”

He sighs loudly this time, walking towards the window. “When we get to know eachother better, maybe.”

“Wait, hang on,” You watch him sling a foot out of the window, exasperated. He can’t leave! “Where are you going? I thought you said you were bored-”

“Things to do, baby,” He replies quickly. You blink. That ‘baby’ sounds awfully familiar, and you stand up quickly to walk towards the window, but he’s already webbing away. “Bye!”

You stand there, shocked and confused. He’s swinging from building to building away from you, and you’re just standing there like an idiot. You were interrupted before you could even start touching yourself, forced into a thumb war and coerced into admitting your deepest, darkest secret, and then he just… leaves? Just like that?

Your life is proving to be a little more interesting than you thought, but your dreams were filled with familiar round cheeks beneath a red and blue mask.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

“Baby, is there a reason why your eyes are burning holes into the side of my head?”

You’re convinced your best friend is Spiderman. There, sitting beside you with his glasses sliding down his nose and comfortable in a grey hoodie and pink Hello Kitty pyjama bottoms on, it’s hard to believe. But you’re not stupid.

First of all, since he started that internship with Mr Bang, he’s been weird about letting you inside his room. This is the same person that you had many sleepovers with growing up, and as recently as a few months ago you’d been cuddling in bed together watching Howl’s Moving Castle. He has something to hide, but you’d been let down when you’d arrived at his house earlier and shouldered past him to find literally nothing of suspicion inside his room, other than an anime girl mouse pad with the boobs to rest your wrist on. You knew that existed though, ever since his birthday last year when Felix had gifted it to him, so what gives?

Secondly, Sohee is more stressed out than ever. You’d caught sight of her flitting around the kitchen when you arrived for your homework friend-date, scrubs on and ready to head to the hospital but still panicking about something. Jisung said multiple times that he’d been helping her out more and that’s why he’s been so busy lately. She shouldn’t still be panicking.

Thirdly, Spiderman wouldn’t make his voice deeper to you unless you knew him. He wouldn’t need to, or you wouldn’t recognise his voice - unless it’s a habit he’s picked up, perhaps. That doesn’t change that the way he called you baby last night sounded a little bit too familiar, too comfortable. It came out of his mouth like second nature.

Still, it makes no sense. Surely Jisung would have told you? You’re his best friend, he said so, so he’d tell you. Or would he? Maybe Felix knows. You’re also hoping deep down that it isn’t true, because if it is, you told your crush last night that you liked him.

You can’t even be mad at Jisung for it. He’s still staring at you, and you’re staring blankly back while shoving snacks into your mouth. There’s crumbs all over your homework.

“Jisung,” You begin, and he hums in response. “Would you tell me your deepest, most serious secret if I worked it out?”

He chokes on his energy drink, spluttering neon blue liquid all over his bed. You want to giggle, to make fun of him, but you’re sure you’ve gotten somewhere here. He wipes his mouth, clears his throat, and turns back to you. His hands are shaky where they clutch his textbook, and his eyes are almost blurry through the glasses. “I tell you everything anyway.”

“I don’t think you do,” You respond, quick as a beat. He blinks, lips parting. “Not by that reaction, Jisung. I think you’re hiding something from me.”

He scratches his nose with the end of his pen, looking down at the textbook again. You raise an eyebrow. “I’m not hiding anything.”

“Okay,” You hum. He sighs, scribbling something on the paper. It’s so quiet in the room that you can hear his pen scribbling, but you’re speaking again before you can even think. “Did I tell you Spiderman came to my room last night?”

He gulps audibly. “Nope.”

“Yeah, it was kinda weird,” You take a sip from your energy drink, still staring at him vacantly. Jisung’s eyes flit up to you, and then back down to the textbook. Oh, he knows. He knows that you know. He knows that you know that he knows. “He saved me in school, when that alien thing was there, and then he came to my room and asked me about you.”

“He, uh- really? Did he?”

“Mhm,” Your gaze is steely. “Jisung, I know you’re Spiderman.”

Jisung bursts out laughing. It would be believable, but you’ve known him since you were four years old and it’s a fake laugh. He’s cackling, loud as brass, and he lets out a little “ooh” afterwards as if he can’t believe you. “Baby, that’s the craziest theory you’ve ever come up with.”

“Is it?” You question, head tilting to the side. Then, in the smartest moment you’ve ever had, you pick up Jisung’s energy drink from the floor. He’s still looking at you, a fake smile on his lips, and you take a sip from it casually. Sharing drinks isn’t new for you. You glug back the artificial blue raspberry flavour, and then keeping eye contact with him, you let go.

Before the can is able to fall and spill the rest of its contents over your own textbook, and inevitably Jisung’s One Piece bed sheets, he reaches out and grabs it, hand wrapping around the can, quick as a flash. It all happens in about a second, and you gasp. Jisung gasps. His hand tightens around the can and it crinkles, an impossible show of strength, and then he’s blinking at you. You raise an eyebrow.

“I knew it.”

He puts the can safely on the bedside table, and then he’s slamming his textbook shut. You watch in confusion as he paces back and forth on his bedroom floor, running his hands through his hair over and over.

“Okay!” He points at you, victorious. “That was a reflex. I knew you were going to do that, I’m smart, duh! I knew you were going to drop the can to prove something, and-”

“Jisung,” You say, voice soft. He stops pacing, sock clad feet rooted on the carpet to stare at you. You’re going to get him. You’re going to get him good. “Do you not want me to know? Is that what this is?”

He immediately falls to the floor, head resting on your knee as he looks up at you. You can’t even feel sorry for him, because your plan is working perfectly. His eyes are round and vulnerable, and then he clenches them shut in distress. You think he’s probably a second away from crying. “Baby, it’s not that. I wanted to protect you. It would be dangerous if the bad guys knew who you were, knew that you knew, and I know I shouldn’t have come to your room, that was wrong of me, and-”

You giggle. Jisung furrows his eyebrows, eyes opening. “I knew I was right.” He gasps, pointing at you again.

“Judas! You’re a judas!” He’s shocked, leaning back on his haunches and staring at you. “I can’t- I can’t believe you, that was so-”

“Sneaky? Good? Smart?” You list, leaning back on his twin bed. He stands up, hands on his hips. You’re ready for him to bitch you out, but you don’t care - you knew that you had to know, had to have it confirmed. He taps his foot, and then you see a smile break out on his lips.

“Okay, yeah, that was pretty good,” He hums, returning to the bed. You let him shut your own textbook and sprawl across you, head in your lap. “I’m sorry, baby. I should’ve told you.”

You sigh, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair. “That’s okay, Ji. It’s fine. I’m just a little embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed? Why?” Jisung asks, his eyes fluttering shut from the feeling of your nails on his scalp. You want to scoff. Embarrassed for two major reasons - one, because you’ve been gushing about how cool Spiderman is for weeks, maybe even months, and two because you told Spiderman last night that you liked Jisung. Spiderman and Jisung are the same person. Sure, it makes things easier. You no longer have a crush on two people, only one, but it doesn’t change the fact that Jisung knows and is yet to say anything.

“I’ve been talking to you about Spiderman for weeks,” You blush, pushing his hair off of his forehead. He whines, thrashing his feet and shaking his head like a dog to hide his forehead again. He’s so dramatic. You like him so bad. “And- and you- it was you, then. You came to my room last night.”

“Yeah, that was risky,” He responds, exasperated. “I just had to, baby. I don’t know, you always seemed so interested in Spiderman and not me. I needed to know if you saw me like you saw him.”

You pause your movements on his head, blinking at the wall in front of you. When you turn back to him, he’s blushing, teeth gnawing his bottom lip. His eyes are conveniently staring at the window, away from you.

“Jisung,” You start, hesitant. “What do you mean?”

He sits up sharply. “Wanna go on the roof?”

“T-The roof? Jisung, how are we gonna- oh. Oh.”

Jisung jumps up from the bed, toeing his sliders onto his feet and pushing the window open. It gives you deja vu - that same figure was pushing the window open just like this to place you safely outside in school yesterday, and then he was coming through your window to see you late at night. It’s hard to believe that they’re the same person, the man you admired so much and your best friend who’s standing by the window expectantly waiting for you to join him.

You hesitantly stand up, brushing off imaginary crumbs from your joggers and looking at Jisung. He smiles, a soft, reassuring smile, and then he’s scooping you up from the floor and wrapping your legs around his waist. It’s slender, the plush flesh of your thighs almost obscuring it, and you squeak in surprise at being in the air.

“I- Jisung?!”

“You have to hold on tight,” He says. His face is inches away from yours, plush lips looking more than appealing and his glasses making him look so endearing. “I need my hands for this, so hold onto my shoulders.”

You nod, face blushing crimson at the realisation of just how close you are. Would he have you like this if he fucked you? Legs around his waist, hands on his shoulders, his face so close to yours as he pants and whines and moans-

You squeak again when he slides out of the window, and then you see him in action. His hands stick to the outside of the apartment building, feet kicking up against the concrete wall. Your heart is racing so badly it feels as though it could burst out of your chest, but you’re not sure if it’s because of the height or because you’re tightly pressed against Jisung.

When he swings you both over the side ledge on the roof, you notice the sun’s set already. Time always goes by quickly with Jisung, but the stars are already out, and the air is crisp and biting against your limbs despite the layers. Once he’s safely stood on the roof, he places his hands underneath your thighs and detaches you from his firm body, placing you on your feet.

You’re disorientated, shocked at the sheer height of the building and at the way Jisung seems to be swinging you around like it’s nothing, but he’s simply staring at you. A wide smile stretches from ear to ear, and he blinks when you don’t say anything. “It’s cool, right?”

“Y-Yeah, super cool,” You admit, chest heaving. “Really high up, but cool. Jisung, why are we on the roof?”

He’s wrangling you, hands on your arms and pushing you to the floor. It feels firm, but with what you now know about him, you know he’s holding back. He plops down next to you, eyes wide and expectant.

“I wanted to do it properly,” He begins. He pauses for a moment, licks his lips, pushes his glasses up his nose, and then he’s speaking again. “I like you, so that’s why I asked. Is it romantic up here? It feels romantic, but I’m not too sure-“

He stands up and begins pacing around the roof before you realise he’s even moved. You raise an eyebrow. “Jisung?”

“I wanted to do this right, y’know?” He pauses, hands on his hips. He looks comical, trying to assert dominance over you like that in those Hello Kitty pyjama trousers. “I- I wanted to swing by and like, grab you, or something? But then you worked it out, and now I’m just standing here with you on a roof…”

He continues mumbling like a mad scientist, eyes focused on a spot next to your head. You stand up, making your way towards him, and he still refuses to look at you. He likes you back. He likes you back, and he’s still your best friend - he’s still Jisung, but he’s also Spiderman, and you’re okay with that. You don’t have to like two people. You only like one, and it’s your goofy best friend.

“Is this even romantic? You know, we could just forget about it and-“

You press your lips to his. He doesn’t make any form of surprised noise, only cupping your cheeks with his hands and pulling you close to him. His glasses bump against your face, his lips pouty against yours and plush and maybe a bit too wet for a first kiss, but you’d always figured he’d take it too far. That’s what you like about him. Jisung never does anything by halves.

It’s brief, too brief for your liking, but then he’s pulling away with a satisfied grin on his face. You blink. Wait.

“Wait, your stupid- your stupid spidey things. Did you know I was going to kiss you?” You pout, and he giggles. “No, seriously! Could you like- I don’t know, feel it coming?”

“Not until you were like, a few inches from my face,” Jisung admits, and his teeth gleam in the brilliance of the evening. “I had a feeling you might.”

You sigh. “So why didn’t you stop talking?”

“Dunno,” He shrugs. “I couldn’t stop once I started.”

The statement is so true to Jisung, so in character for your best friend that you can do nothing but accept it.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

It’s easy to fall into a different routine with Jisung.

He never asked you to be his girlfriend. You’re pretty sure you’re fine with that, though - things have had a natural manner of progressing, and now your best friend slash boyfriend slash superhero turns up at your window every night after he’s been on his neighbourhood patrol. Sometimes he’s a little bruised, and sometimes he’s just looking for consolation kisses.

It’s a normal night for you when it happens. Jisung’s halfway out of your bedroom window on his way to perform perfect justice, pulling his mask down over his annoyingly beautiful face. You’re standing a few feet away grinning like an idiot.

“I’ll see you later, my baby,” You can see his grin through the mask. The eyes on his mask form beautiful crescent moons with his happiness. He falters, legs swinging on your windowsill. “Wait. I am coming back here, yeah?”

“Of course,” You giggle. He sends you two fingers in a mock salute, and you watch him begin his journey up the wall to your roof. A beat passes and you’re still standing there, smiling, hands on your hips, and then the masked head of your best friend pops back down into your window, upside down, tilting to the side in confusion. You blink, confused. “What is it, Sungie?”

“Well, where’s my goodbye kiss? Damn,” He huffs, and you roll your eyes playfully. You make your way to the window, sock-clad feet padding on your carpet, and you pull his mask down to his eyes with two fingers. It miraculously stays on his head, and his lips form a teasing grin.

Despite him being upside down, you place a chaste kiss to his lips, and you watch in amusement as he swings away afterwards. You can still hear him giggling with glee from a few buildings away.

It’s a few hours later when he comes back. You’re flicking through a book for English, scrawling notes and highlighting words on sticky notes. It’s started to rain, and the city lights only look brighter in the dusk with the pattering of water on your window. You left it open, of course, for your superhero, but the cold air bites at your arms even through the fluffy blanket you’ve got wrapped around yourself.

Just as you’re beginning to contemplate closing it, a louder, more prominent tap hits the glass. When you turn to the window, Jisung is slouched against your windowsill, chest heaving beneath red lycra and forehead pressed against the glass. He’s got his mask between his teeth, and his hair is dishevelled, floppy brown locks obscuring his eyes. You can still catch sight of the bruising on his cheekbones and you gasp, rushing towards the window.

You drop your blanket in shock, but you swing the window open, pulling Jisung inside with one hand. He stumbles through, disoriented and confused, and you lead him to sit on the edge of your bed.

“Got hurt,” He explains, huffing out a breath. The mask drops from his teeth unceremoniously, with a wet plop to your carpeted floor, but you don’t care. You rush to sit next to him, fingers gripping his chin to pull him to face you. His eyes are round, sincere, and he gives you a soft smile. “It’ll heal before long, baby, don’t panic.”

“I am panicking,” You say, resolute, because you really are. Bruising is scattered across his cheekbones, fading into green on the plush of his cheeks and his lip looks like it had been burst, but is already healing. “Will it- will it take long? Do you need me to get the first aid kit, or-“

“Baby,” He shakes his head, grabbing your hands. You watch with parted lips as he leans forward, both of you cross legged on the end of your bed. It reminds you of when Spiderman first visited you, when you weren’t quite sure of his identity. Jisung presses his forehead against yours, and you let him look into your eyes. It’s like he’s demanding everything that’s ever gone through your head to be vocalised. You’d tell him if he asked. “I’m really okay. I’m a little shaken up, but I’m fine. Most of it is on my ribs from falling, to be honest.”

“Your ribs?!” You shriek. “Show me. Let me see, I need to help you-“

You’re already trying to wrangle Jisung out of his suit, and he giggles, clearly thinking this is all just some game. He holds his arms up pliantly, though, and you don’t have the thought processing ability within you to realise that Jisung’s suit is an all-in-one and you’re currently stripping him down to his boxers.

The suit is wet too when you drop it to the floor, and before long you’re blinking at your best friend in his plain black boxers and he’s grinning at you as if this is any other day. There’s no bruising on his ribs. You’re staring at his abs, regardless, so you’re not sure you would’ve even noticed.

“You look fine.”

“I told you it heals quickly, baby,” He grins. You blink when he wriggles on your bed, laying on his back and stretching his arms above his head again, this time to get comfortable. His legs stretch out too, and you avoid looking anywhere below his waist.

His body is a spectacle. You can’t stop looking. Broad shoulders taper off into an extremely defined chest and a tight, thin waist adorned with prominent abdominal muscles, before reaching a v-line that leads into his boxers. You’re wide eyed, wanting nothing more than to reach out and run your fingers down his honey toned skin.

“Why-“ You cough, clearing your throat. Jisung raises an eyebrow. He’s grinning from ear to ear, teeth gleaming. “Why did you let me strip you if you’re literally fine?”

The bruising on his cheek is already fading. He shrugs nonchalantly, crossing his arms over his chest. His biceps bulge with the movement and you think you might choke on your own spit. “You seemed pretty determined, so I just allowed it. You wanted to see me naked, I assumed, so-“

“Jisung!” You wail, slapping his shoulder. He groans in pain, catching your hand, and he grits his teeth with a hiss.

“My shoulder! Fuck, that hurt, ouch, baby! What was that for?!”

You gasp. He clutches his shoulder, letting out little pants of hurt sounding noises. You let your head fall to his chest, engulfing him with a hug. “Jisung, I’m so sorry-“

“Hehe,” He giggles. When you look at him, he’s sticking his tongue out, completely fine. You groan, annoyed you fell for it, and then he’s grabbing your forearms and pulling you upwards on top of him.

Your breasts press against his chest like this, due to your lack of bra in your sleep shirt, and his eyes widen when he feels it. Instead of letting you go, his hands move to your back, encompassing you in his strong hold.

You gasp, wiggling in his grip, and he licks his lips. His eyes go to your lips, and then back up to your eyes, as if he’s hesitant.

“I-“ He begins, faltering. “Are you my girlfriend?”

You scoff out a laugh. “I don’t know, am I?”

“I hope so,” Jisung admits, his facial expression vulnerable. His eyes dart to something behind you, as if he’s not sure, almost shy. You’re not sure you’ve ever seen him shy. “I don’t know. I didn’t ask, but I want you to be, if you want to be.”

“I want to be,” You nod. He nods in response, and you watch his eyes flicker to your lips again. It’s silent for a moment, and then he leans in, pressing his lips against yours.

The kiss is more charged than usual. Before now, you’re used to chaste, fleeting kisses from your superhero, but now he lets his tongue tease against the seam of your lips. Your eyes flutter shut, and his eyelashes brush against your skin where he does the same. You let your lips part, and Jisung’s quick to grip your back harder, tongue darting inside your mouth with impatience.

You’ve made out with someone before. You’d never had sex with someone before, but you had made out with someone. It was only once at a party when you were a little bit younger but it had felt like a good idea at the time. You’re sure Jisung’s lost his virginity though, but when he whimpers against your lips and his hips squirm a little you’re not too sure.

You pull away from the kiss, lips a little wet, and Jisung’s mouth goes to your neck. You allow him to suck a mark into the expanse of skin just underneath your jaw, his fingers grabbing impatiently at your back. “Sungie, are you a virgin?”

Jisung pulls away, licking his lips. You feel something hard pressing against your thigh where you lay on top of him. You’re thanking every entity ever that your parents are out for a work dinner. “Yeah, I am. I would have told you if I wasn’t,” He confirms, a little breathless. His hips wiggle again. “Is that- is that okay, baby?”

“Yeah, of course,” You smile, comforting. You peck his lips again and he grins back at you. “I am too.”

“I know,” He responds, quick as a flash. You blush. That’s embarrassing. “No, I just mean- you also would’ve told me, y’know?”

“That’s true,” You shrug. You’re feeling a little overconfident, and you move in his hold, having felt it gone a little lax with your kissing. You let your thighs spread over his hips, his hard shaft pressing against your core through your pyjama bottoms and his boxers. You still feel it, though, and it makes your pussy gush a little. “Is- is this okay?”

He’s blushing. His lips part, and he nods, perhaps too eagerly because he clutches his neck afterwards like he’s got whiplash. “Baby, you’re- I have a pretty girl in my lap. This is so okay. Like, so okay, I might have a heart attack and die, probably.”

You shift, and he winces. “Sorry,” You say. It’s a fake apology. You want to swallow his cock down your throat until he cries, and you don’t even know how to. You’d try your best though. “If I lost my virginity, I’d want it to be with you.”

“Damn,” Jisung whistles, eyebrows raised. “Let me hit?”

You giggle, tilting your head to the side. “I’ll let you hit right now, Jisung.”

Jisung shoots upwards into a seated position. His eyes are wide. “Right now?”

“Right now,” You confirm. You go from straddling his lap to laying on your back on your bed in a flash, and Jisung looms over you, all tight, toned muscles and broad shoulders.

“I’ll make it so good, baby, I promise,” He says, and then he’s kissing you again. It’s even messier this time, lips pressing against yours over and over and his tongue adding a collection of spit to the mix. You let your thighs fall apart, his hips quick to fill the space and press his cock against you. His hands go to your waist as he kisses you, sucking and biting on your lips until you’re whining with it, but he doesn’t let up. He’s desperate, messy, and it’s only making your pussy drool even more.

The rain hits the window still, cooling off a little but still providing a calming effect to your room when combined with the orange-pink of your lamp. He inches his palms up your shirt, the softness of his hands surprising you, and then he’s pulling away from your mouth to yank the fabric over your head.

You’re left in just your pyjama bottoms, lips kiss bitten and nipples pebbled against the cool air of your bedroom. You never had shut your window, after all.

“Oh,” Jisung says, exasperated. You finally open your eyes to see him staring at your tits, and you think he might be drooling. “Oh, yeah, my baby. They are so fucking good.”

You almost laugh, but you’re cut off by your own strangled moan when his pouty lips engulf your right nipple. He sucks on it, hard, and when your back arches he lets it slip out of his mouth with a wet popping noise. It’s only a brief moment of reprieve before he’s letting his teeth skim along the bud, and you keen, fingers moving upwards from his shoulders to grip onto the pillow behind your head.

“Oh, that’s so- Sungie, baby, that feels good,” You whine, and he hums against your breast. When he moves to the other one, he tweaks your wet nipple between two fingers. It’s experimental, but the whole thing is, and you buck your hips up impatiently.

His hands move to your ass, scooping underneath you and making you grind slightly against him. The movement makes him moan, your nipple leaving his mouth. A string of drool attaches to his lips and his tongue lolls out lazily, and before you can process it, he’s grinding his cock into your clothed centre.

“Oh- oh, fuck,” He whines, eyes clenching shut. You whimper in response, arms wrapping around his shoulders. “Baby- baby, baby. Baby, I’ve thought about this so much, I- fuck, you’re gonna feel so good around my cock.”

His words are so crude that they make you keen, nodding enthusiastically. “I thought about it too. I- I touched myself thinking about it, Sungie, did you?”

He gasps sharply, and there’s a fumbling between your legs. He rocks backwards on his haunches, and you see him gripping his cock impatiently underneath his boxers, fingers wrapped tight around the base.

“I will literally cum if I imagine that,” He huffs, breathless. “But yes. I did, many times, and- and- baby, can I see your pussy?”

It’s so bold that you can’t say no. You never would have dreamed of saying no anyway, and you nod, wiggling your bottoms down your legs. You never wear a bra or panties underneath your pyjamas, and your pussy is revealed to him in all its drooly glory, folds sticking together with your arousal.

Jisung’s jaw goes slack. You watch him jerk his cock, eyes fixated on your wet hole, and you shift impatiently.

“I showed you mine, Sungie,” You huff. “Show me yours.”

He nods, eyes still glued to your pussy. Your clit is swollen with arousal, some wetness stuck onto it, and you reach down to trace your fingertips over it absentmindedly while he pushes his boxers down. His cock slaps up against the bottom of his tummy, cockhead leaking beneath his foreskin, precum slicking the smattering of hair at his base. His balls look heavy, shaft swollen and fat between lithe thighs, and you can’t help but go a little googly eyed at the thought of him stretching you out.

He grabs it, pumps his cock a few times while you rub your fingers over your clit. “Is- is it okay, baby?” He gasps, cock leaking steadily in his fist.

“You’re so sexy, Sungie, ‘s so big. I- oh,” You whine, spreading your arousal over your folds. You prop your feet up, letting your legs fall wide, and the movement must expose your soppy hole to Jisung because his eyes widen even further. “I want you inside of me so bad. I’ve wanted it for so long, I just- shit, Jisung, what are you-“

You’re cut off by him diving between your legs. His cock is forgotten, his hands looping around your ass again to spread you wide, and his tongue presses against your core. He moans at the taste, and you whimper out loud, head rolling against your pillow. It’s messy and you can tell he’s inexperienced, but when he sucks your clit between his lips you can’t find it in you to care.

“Oh, oh- baby, baby! You’re good at that, so good at that, baby,” You babble, trying your best not to grind up into his mouth. His mouth is just as wet as your pussy, his lips drooling all over you. You’re cut short when he flattens his tongue against your core, moaning out loud, and his hands move your ass just a bit. “I- you- Sungie-?”

“Grind on my face, baby, c’mon,” He murmurs, muffled by your folds, and you oblige. Your hand goes to his hair, yanking on the dark brown strands, and you hold him in place while you grind your pussy senseless on his tongue. Your boy is good with his mouth, you realise - he’s pliant, letting you make yourself cum on his tongue and lips, and after only a few grinds you’re sure you’re going to fall apart for him.

“Ah! Ah, oh, baby, your mouth is- Sungie, Sungie,” You whine, feet kicking on the bed. Your legs go flat, but as the pleasure builds up in your core, your thighs tighten around his ears. He likes this, moaning loud to the point the vibrations make you jolt. It’s all so wet, your pussy dripping with arousal and his saliva, dripping down to your asshole. It has you wondering if Jisung would eat your ass further down the line, and your eyes flicker to his - would he let you eat his? He probably would, with how submissive he’s being.

His hips buck downwards on the bed and he keens into your pussy, and you realise he’s humping your mattress. He’s so desperate for you that he just can’t help himself, and you moan, loud and unabashed. The sight has you hurtling towards your orgasm.

“I’m gonna fucking cum, baby,” You warn, and he finally lets up, pulling back to suck on your clit. His hand moves over to the top of your pussy, pulling your mound backwards, and the exposure of your clit directly to his lips is your downfall. You wail, bucking your hips into his mouth, and you can hear yourself talking and moaning but you’re not sure what you’re saying, only able to feel your hole gushing into Jisung’s mouth over and over.

Jisung licks over your clit a few times comfortingly, and then he’s on top of you again, face looming over yours. His right hand holds him up steadily and the other stays downwards, hooked on your thigh to keep you open.

“You taste delicious, baby,” He grins, mouth wet. When he presses his lips to yours he’s desperate, tongue darting into your mouth to let you taste your own cum. You let your hands fall to his chest, fingernails digging into the muscles. The filthiness of it all has you wriggling around impatiently again, and Jisung’s cockhead slips against your clit, making you whine into his mouth. He pulls away, gasping for air with the sensation, and you kiss the beauty spot on his cheek for good measure. “Baby. M-my baby, shit, can- can I fuck you now? Have you got a condom, I- shit, I need to fuck you?”

He’s breathless, giggling at his own desperation, and you nod eagerly. You’re on the pill, and realistically you’d want nothing more than him to creampie you, but you have a shred of logic still left in your brain. “No condom. I- I don’t have any, can you pull out? I know it’s not-“

“Don’t care,” He huffs, legs moving to prop himself up more securely. His knees dig into your bed, and he pulls your thigh further apart, letting his eyes fall down to your pussy. His face is more than pornographic when he sees the visual of his cockhead sliding through your folds, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted. He lets his eyes flutter shut, a small profanity leaving his mouth. “You’re sure I can fuck you raw? I- please, p-please, baby. I need to be inside.”

“Jisung,” You whine. He lets his tip bump against your clit again, and you grow too desperate, reaching down yourself to grab his cock. The feeling makes him whimper, his fingers ripping into the pillow beside your head with his superhuman strength, but you’re too out of it to care. You position his cock by your hole, soppy and wet with your own cum, and he can’t hold himself back - he pushes in, all of it at once, a long, anguished noise leaving his mouth. “Oh. Oh- Oh, Jisung, that’s-“

“Is it okay? Are you okay?” Jisung asks, breathless. “Does it hurt? I- baby, baby-“

He’s still completely stationary, but he can’t stop talking, chest heaving and flushed pink. You shake your head. It doesn’t hurt. You’re wet enough that he glided in so easy, stretching your pussy in the most pleasurable, delicious way. You didn’t think it would ever feel this good, but you’re sure it’s because it’s Jisung.

“God, is it- does it feel good?” He questions you, and you nod eagerly, hands moving to rest on his biceps. He repositions you both so that your legs are wrapped around his waist, his arms holding himself up over you, and the movement has him sliding deeper, making you whimper. “Can I-“

“Fucking hell, Jisung, can you just move?” You huff, annoyed, and he giggles. He shakes his head fondly, and then he’s thrusting into you, slow but steady.

“Oh, that’s good,” He slurs, eyes rolling back into his head. “That pussy’s good. Jesus, you’re- you’re tight on my cock, baby, like a fuckin’ vice.”

“Your cock is so good,” You whine, trying to fuck yourself back on him. Your pussy is so wet that every thrust makes an audible noise, ringing throughout your room. If anyone walked past now they’d hear the debauchery, and you’re not sure you’d even care. “Fuck, Jisung- Jisung, you’re big. Please, please, more, I need more!”

“Okay, okay,” He moans, and then his hips speed up. His balls slap against your asshole with every thrust, his cock pistoning into you at a pace that has you wailing. The headboard slams against the wall. “Oh, fuckin’- baby, this puusssy.”

“It feels so good. Your cock is stretching me out so good, baby-“

“Fuck, wait,” He whines, pulling out sharply. When you look down between his legs his cock is painfully hard, and his pubic hair is drenched with you. The sight makes you even more eager to get him back inside of you, but Jisung grabs the base of his cock tightly, his chest heaving. “I- I’ll cum if you talk like that. Fuck, this is so embarrassing!”

“I want you to cum,” You insist, leaning up on your elbows. Your pussy is still leaking steadily onto your bedsheets, and you make grabby hands at your boy to try and get him back inside of you. “You made me cum so good in your mouth, Sungie, c’mon. Make yourself cum with my pussy.”

“Oh my God,” He moans, eyes half lidded, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re dirty. My fucking dream, holy shit.”

He leans over you once more, pushing his cock inside of you. It slides back in easily with another wet noise, and you moan, smiling with delight. “Mm, fuck this pussy, baby, c’mon.”

“I- fuck, okay,” He keens, nodding. His teeth bite into his lower lip almost painfully, and you kiss his neck while he starts to fuck into you again. With a quick reposition you let your thighs fall apart and further back, and his cock starts to hit your g-spot incessantly. He pulls away from you, head lolling into your neck. His breaths fan over your skin, hot and heavy. “You’re so wet, why are you- how are you so wet, baby? This pussy, fucking- I’m gonna cum. I’m so close, I’m so close, please-“

The shred of logic has left your brain. His cock feels so good, thick and pressing inside of you. You have to let him do it. “Baby. Baby, do y’wanna- I’m on the pill, baby,” You say, breathless. His pace stops, hips halting, and he makes a confused noise. “Cum inside. Creampie this hole, Sungie, I know you want to.”

“Oh my fucking- baby? My baby, can I?” He wails, head pulling up to look at you. You catch sight of tears brewing in his eyes, glassy and unshed. “Baby, please, I’m gonna cum, please, where-? Baby?”

“Inside of me, Sungie,” You wrap your legs around him, pulling him inside of you, deep. You know he could get out of it if he wanted to, but he doesn’t, hips starting to pick up inside of you again. It’s fast, desperate and he keens, nodding. “You gonna fill me up, yeah?”

“Yeah. Y-yeah, yes, oh- I’m gonna fill you up,” Jisung’s words are slurred, quiet, and you let him fuck into you over and over. With a sharp noise, his hips slow once more, and you feel a rush of additional wetness inside of you. It’s warm, and you run your fingers through his hair while he fucks his cum inside of you. “Fuck. Baby, you’re so good to me, so good. Lettin’ me breed your cunt, and- and- oh. I’m still-“

He’s still cumming. It floods out of his cock and into your pussy steadily, and you giggle, feeling sated. Your delighted state of mind only lasts a second, because he pulls out sharply and wiggles down on the bed, attaching his mouth to your cunt. He’s eating his own cum out of you.

“Oh! Oh, Jisung, you’re- you’re dirty, Sungie, ah-“ You whine, fingers moving to his hair again. He licks you over and over until you’re wailing with it, your own tears brimming in your eyes from the overstimulation. Your hole feels stretched, a feeling you’re sure you could get used to, and you shake through a second orgasm.

Jisung’s quick to lean over you again, and then his thumb moves to your chin. He opens your mouth firmly, spitting your combined release into your mouth, and you moan, letting him press his tongue between your lips afterwards.

It’s messy and you let him kiss you for a bit, slow, languid, passionate kisses that have your core almost throbbing for more, if you weren’t so satisfied. Jisung’s soft cock presses against your tummy, wet with your combined arousal, and then he flops down next to you with a huff.

“God, I could go again,” He admits, hand running through his sweat mussed hair. When you turn to him, he’s grinning from ear to ear, and you giggle. He looks at you with a satisfied expression. “You’re the best. That was literally like, the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life. Even more than when I win some fight against an alien, or something.”

“Alien?” You ask, and then you remember. “Oh, yeah. Kinda forgot about that.”

“You forgot about me saving your life?!” He shrieks, thrashing around on the bed in a tantrum. “Seriously, if I wasn’t in love with you I would- ah. Oh.”

You blanch, blinking at him. It’s easy to ignore that you’re both naked when he’s just dropped a bombshell on you like that, and you let out a giggle. “That was sweet. I’m in love with you too, for the record.”

You’re attacked in a flurry of kisses, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re sure Han Jisung intrigues you just as much as his superhero alterego does, so it’s easy to accept.