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first love | jisung

jisung falls head over heels for the stranger he met at the vending machine and his friends decide to give the youngest their flirting 101 crash course.

genre: fluff, humor

content: gender neutral!reader

word count: 2k

author lin

"Oh no…" The tall, lanky boy behind you muttered under his breath in a deep voice and you turned your head slightly to look at him.

His head was facing down but because of his height you could clearly see his adorable features, from his moon shaped eyes down to his adorable, squirrel-like mouth. His hands were buried in the pockets of his pastel purple hoodie and his dyed pink hair fell over his forehead. What a cutie, you thought to yourself, unable to hide the small smile that crept up onto your face.

"Is everything alright?" You asked him before pulling out the chocolate bar you had just paid for from the vending machine.

"It's nothing…" The boy mumbled, his cheeks flushing almost the same colour as his hair, "that was just the last… chocolate."

"Oh? Well… here then!" You smiled, extending the chocolate bar towards him.

"Eh?" He finally lifted his head to widen his eyes at you.

"Take the chocolate." You giggled before sliding the sweet snack into the pocket of his hoodie yourself as the boy tensed up at your actions.

You could only smile at his awkwardness before walking in the opposite direction, rushing to your next class. The boy stood there completely frozen, his mind still trying to process what had just happened. It was only then that he realized that he hadn't even acknowledged your kindness.

"Thank you!" He shouted, but you had already walked away too far to hear him.

…..

"You guys!" Jisung practically sprinted towards the bench where his friends were having their lunch, throwing himself into a seat next to Chenle.

"I don't think I've ever seen you move that fast in my entire life." Haechan commented.

"Actually, he moved faster when we went to that horror house." Jeno added, grinning adorably. 

"Oh yes, the ghost actors didn't even have the chance to scare him." Mark chuckled, running his hand through his dark hair.

"You guys!" Jisung exclaimed again, attempting to halt his older friends' teasing, "something incredible happened to me."

"You finally remembered the route to your morning class?" Chenle asked dramatically, giggling when the youngest pushed him in retaliation.

"I think… I just fell in love." Jisung replied seriously, an adorable twinkle in his eyes.

"You don't even know anyone else besides us," Haechan rolled his eyes playfully, "who could you possibly fall in love with?"

"I guess it's time to confess then," Jaemin placed his hand on Jisung's shoulder, "I love you too, Jisung."

"I don't love you!" Jisung whined, ignoring how Jaemin clutched his hand over his heart to emphasise his pain, "There's this person… I met at the vending machine."

"When?" Mark raised an eyebrow.

"Just now… on the way here." Jisung shrugged as if what he said was so obvious.

"So… you fell in love with someone you met five minutes ago?" Renjun frowned at the lovestruck boy.

"Now see, falling in love with me would make more sense!" Jaemin complained while Jeno just patted his best friend on the back.

"You don't understand," Jisung groaned before grabbing the chocolate bar from his pocket and caressing it in his hands, "they let me have the last chocolate bar in the vending machine even after they paid for it…"

"Well I guess that's enough to steal your heart," Chenle took the chocolate bar and unwrapped it, inviting himself to a bite, "so what's their name? What department are they in?"

"When are you two planning to meet again?" Renjun grinned in anticipation. 

Jisung snatched the chocolate away from Chenle and sheepishly began eating it himself, refusing to entertain their questions for which he had absolutely no answers. Upon noticing Jisung's reluctance, Haechan let out a loud cackle.

"Why did I expect anything?" Haechan teased, "Of course Mr Park over here didn't even say a word to this person."

"I did say a word to them!" Jisung countered.

"And what was that?" Jeno quizzed and they all erupted into laughter when Jisung just slumped back into his seat.

"Dear Jisung, we have some major work to do." Mark clapped his hands together and the others all nodded and hummed in agreement.

"What do you mean?" Jisung lifted his head with a blank look on his face.

"We're gonna be your wingmen~!" Haechan sang sweetly, "since you have no game at all, we're gonna teach you everything."

"Our very own Flirting 101 Crash Course!" Jeno clapped his hands together.

"First order of business," Mark voiced, "please go find out this person's name."

"But… I don't know how to find them again." Jisung sighed softly.

"Maybe they'll show up at that vending machine again." Chenle suggested nonchalantly, devouring the rest of the chocolate bar.

"Oh yes, let me go there and wait for them!" Jisung said excitedly as he scrambled up from his seat.

"Woah there sir!" Haechan yelled while Jaemin forced Jisung back into his seat, "are you gonna go wait there forever until they show up again?"

"Is that not what you were suggesting?" Jisung asked innocently while Chenle just laughed loudly.

"Okay, here's the plan," Jeno sighed deeply, "we're gonna give you all our dating tips, you're gonna take our advice and ask them out tomorrow, okay?"

"Alright, so what pro dating tips do you have for me?" Jisung quizzed them, holding his face in his hands as his elbows rested on the table.

"First off, you need to look cooler," Jaemin suggested, "maybe put more effort into your outfit, style your hair a bit…"

"I don't know the first thing about fashion." Jisung complained.

"Don't worry, I'll pick out an outfit for you to wear tomorrow." Jaemin grinned in reply.

"Next, you gotta hit them with a really good pickup line," Mark suggested excitedly, "something like, hey so besides being cute what do you do for a living?"

"Lame!" Jeno chuckled loudly.

"Am I in a museum? Because you're a work of art!" Chenle winked.

"I think I'm gonna throw up." Renjun fake gagged.

"Okay, next you need to be less shy and awkward," Haechan added, "you need to be more confident, assert your dominance."

"He's not a dog, Haechan." Mark rolled his eyes.

"But he's gotta be the Alpha!" Haechan teased, exaggerating his point with a high pitched howl that earned him a few concerned stares.

"Ignore everything he just said, you need to show off your gentle side," Renjun sighed softly, "Don't be awkward, but keep a calm and confident persona."

"Okay so, dress nice, be confident, be gentle and use a good pickup line?" Jisung asked, nervously looking up at his friends.

"You've got this, Jisung." Jeno patted the younger boy on his shoulder.

…..

"Is it too late to say I can't do this!?" Jisung whined as he frantically turned on his heels and tried to run away, but Jeno and Mark were the wall stopping him.

His friends had accompanied him to the same hallway - for moral support apparently, but they would definitely laugh if anything went wrong - and you were already standing at the vending machine getting a drink for yourself. Jisung was dressed in the outfit Jaemin had picked out for him - a tie dyed button up, white vest and a pair of light blue jeans - and he had spent the whole night practicing his conversation with you. He even dreamt about this moment the night prior, but in his dream you ignored him to go to Renjun so he really didn't want to think about that.

"Who knows when you'll ever get a chance like this again?" Haechan whispered dramatically, "just do it as we practiced."

"And if all else fails just tell them you were just joking around and run away." Mark suggested with a laugh.

"Alright, I got this." Jisung mumbled as he straightened up his posture.

"You got this!" Chenle and Jaemin shouted in unison which made you flinch.

You turned your head to see the boys sheepishly hiding behind the corner. Jeno cleared his throat awkwardly as he nudged Jisung towards you. Jisung snapped his head towards them, giving his friends a dirty look before slowly walking up to you. You could only smile at him, finding his shyness absolutely adorable. He put his hands behind his back and awkwardly leaned his body against the vending machine.

"Hello again." He gave you a small smile that made you giggle.

"Hello again," You replied before reaching your hand out to him, "I'm Y/n by the way."

"I-I'm Jisung." He replied, gingerly shaking your hand.

Then there was silence. You looked up at the timid boy as he racked his brain for something else to say to you. You swear you could've seen a lightbulb pop up above his head when his eyes widened and a crooked smile appeared on his heart shaped lips. You felt your chest flutter with adoration for this charming boy.

"Hey, do you work at a cute museum for a living?" Jisung blurted out and his heart plummeted to his stomach when you frowned at him in confusion.

"Huh?" You questioned him softly, flinching when you heard a loud groan from behind the poor boy.

Your eyes fell to some distance down the hallway and you saw a group of boys scrambling behind the wall, verbally and physically reprimanding the boy with black and blonde hair, presumably the culprit behind the groan. You laughed under your breath as they uselessly tried to stay hidden behind the wall and Jisung frantically looked between you and his rowdy friends, desperately trying to get the situation back according to plan.

"You're a work of art!" Jisung exclaimed with an awkward laugh, mentally smacking himself for the response.

"Thanks, I guess?" You replied, not really sure what else to say to him.

"Awoo?" Jisung replied softly, sounding like a confused baby wolf as he scrambled for his last resort.

"Did you just howl?" You frowned once again.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Jisung said abruptly as he tried to turn around and run away, but you quickly took hold of his arm and halted his actions.

"Ah!" Mark squealed at the sight, jumping and harshly slapping Jeno's arm in excitement.

"What Kdrama is this?" Chenle grinned.

"Are those your friends over there?" You asked quietly once Jisung had turned back around to face you, his head hung low.

When he just nodded sheepishly, you sighed softly and stepped closer to him.

"And did they make you dress up and learn terrible pick up lines to talk to me?" You pondered, tilting your head to the side to scan the boy's adorable face.

"Yes…" Jisung voiced hesitantly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

"Well you didn't have to go through all of this to impress me," you admitted with a grin, your heart feeling warm when Jisung lifted his head and his bright eyes stared right at you in disbelief, "I was already quite interested in the cute boy I met yesterday."

"Really?" His eyes widened in disbelief and you giggled at the sight.

"My class in that lecture hall over there ends at twelve," you explained to him, gesturing towards the room, "we can meet up afterwards if you want to?"

Jisung nodded absentmindedly and you just chose to assume he took in everything you told him. You shook your head in amusement before leaning over and planting a sweet peck on Jisung's cheek. Jisung was frozen as you gave him a cheesy grin before rushing over to your next class. Once you were at the room door, you turned back to give him a wave. Jisung dreamily lifted his hand to wave back at you before you disappeared into your lecture room. He only snapped out of his daydream when he felt Jaemin throw an arm over his shoulders and Mark patted him on the back.

"Damn Jisung… maybe you have the most game out of all of us." Haechan shrugged.

"He has no game, he's just cute." Jeno chuckled as the others all seriously hummed in agreement.

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.”

[10:23 PM] giving jisung a gazillion cheek kisses while calling him cute nicknames because he’s grumpy and pouty and super >:T

a nervous crush!jisung itching to hold your hand as you two walk side by side on your first date