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No! Cece you bitch! You can't leave me like this!
Screen Identity: Mismatched Passion | EP. 4 — ANARTIA AMATHEA
— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —
“Jisung…” you curse yourself for calling him by his name. “Please, finish what you started.”
“Whatever you ask for, baby,” he says. “Come on, spread your legs for me. Be a good girl, will you?”
[ abstract ]: After a rough break up during semester break, you’re put in a class with none other than your longtime academic rival Han Jisung once university starts again. Things don’t get any easier considering he’s your older brother’s best friend and destiny decides to assign you two to a partner project. Luckily, you can distract yourself a little by chatting with the mysterious guy you met online a couple of months ago, getting closer both emotionally and physically with him, absolutely unaware he might be nearer than you would expect…
[ general ]: jisung + fem reader, gamer + stoner jisung, gamer reader, academic rivals/enemies → lovers, brother’s best friend, minho is reader’s slightly older brother, college au, smut + angst + fluff, accidental online dating, inexperienced jisung + inexperienced reader [ real life ] vs simp jisung + brat reader [ online ] so they act a lot differently while chatting, please refer to series m.list for more info
[ warning ]: explicit sexual scene [ includes switch dynamics, protected sex, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), slightest spit play, (1) pussy slap, name calling such as doll, baby, good boy, praise kink ], consumption of alcohol and cigarettes, anxiety attack
[ words ]: 6.8K
[ note ]: Spoiling you with the next chapter very soon since I didn't post one last week. I hope you will enjoy it :) If you liked this episode too, I'd be very grateful about any kind reblog, comment, ask or DM!! Also, make sure to read The Experience Project, my other series that is part of the same universe!! Lots of love, Cece 🩷
“Answer me, Y/N,” your brother repeats, his voice filled with anger. “Are you in there with Jisung?!”
Your heart stops. At this very moment. It’s ridiculous, really. You don’t even get why Minho has any issue with anything potentially happening between his best friend and you. You’re adults. Basically, Jisung and you have hated each other your whole life, but the pretty marks on your neck that he’s created there just mere seconds ago might beg to differ.
The man who’s inside the little room with you instantly sees the panic in your eyes, all while he’s trying his best to not lose his own mind. He’s never wanted to go this far. Never. But how can he resist when you look at him like this? When you’re the one he wants to hold, to cherish, to love for the rest of his life?
Okay, God, no need to get sentimental. It’s not like Minho’s gonna kill him when he finds him in here with his little sister, right?
“Open the fucking door, Han,” Minho spits from the other side of the room.
Your jaw clenches and your eyes widen, while they search for the gaze of the man in front of you.
“Hey, listen to me,” Jisung whispers, “this sounds ridiculous but there’s a hidden connection from this storage room to Hyunjin’s bathroom. Here, behind the boxes.”
He’s been here a couple of times before, although he’s not Hyunjin’s biggest fan. However, he remembers this weird but useful detail of the floor plan of this unit.
“You want me to just sneak into the bathroom and pretend I wasn’t in here with you? What if I walk in on someone?” you talk back.
Jisung shrugs his shoulders, “Well, it’s either this or facing the consequences of talking to your brother. And by that I mean that I die.”
“I’m sure there’s a way we can explain–“
“I’d love to live, Y/N,” he interrupts you, his voice sounding way more serious than you think would be necessary. You’re sure you can solve this like adults. “He made a stupid agreement with me when we were teenagers, that you were off the table.”
How… dumb.
“That’s so fucking stupid,” you say, scrunching your eyebrows together. Why on earth would they do that? And it lets your mind wander further—why did they even have to make that in the first place? Was there ever a threat of Jisung going that far?
“Yeah, I know, but we don’t have any seconds left to discuss this, come on, go to that damn bathroom,” he tells you.
It seems as if you have no choice. No matter how much you hate Jisung and how stupid your brother is, if they make a dumb contract like this, it’s their issue to solve.
“Okay, okay, boss. Then you go handle him on your own, Jesus Christ.”
You slowly push the boxes aside and crawl over them, trying to make as little noises as possible. Guardedly, you open the hidden door that is supposed to lead you to the bathroom. When you tilt your head a bit, taking a last glimpse at Jisung, he winks at you and blows a kiss in your direction. You roll your eyes and disappear.
A second later, you’re standing inside the bathroom, all the lights turned on.
“What the fuck, Y/N? Can a man not cry alone in his own bathtub?” the owner of the apartment says.
“Fucking hell, Hyunjin, what on earth are you doing here?”
Your friend is sitting there, a bottle of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other that he must have forgotten to light. You pull out a lighter from your dress’ pocket and hand it to him. Hyunjin thanks you with a nod before he brings the flame to the object that’s placed between his lips.
“I could ask you the same,” he says, taking a drag. “Was Jisung so bad at fucking that you had to escape?”
“No, you idiot,” you say, nudging him playfully. “My brother cockblocked the whole thing and he can’t see me with his best friend under any circumstances.”
“Ah, okay,” he says. “I hope you didn’t make a mess in my storage room.”
Hyunjin and your friendship is… you don’t even know. You’re not that close and he flirts with you too much for you to not get annoyed about it—especially considering that he’s dating the girl that your brother seems to like—but he’s a creative mind like you are. A bit dramatic, but that’s a nice contrast to your other friends. It’s easy to talk to him about any topic.
“And what are you doing? Isn’t this supposed to be your welcome back party?” you question him.
“Hm, the girl I love just broke my heart,” Hyunjin says, staring in the distance.
“Felix’s roommate?”
“Yup. I’m too drunk to question why you know that she likes me,” he giggles, taking another drag from his cigarette, “but, yup, I fucked things up. I’m an immature idiot that isn’t ready yet for anything serious and I took it out on her. She likes you brother by the way. But someday I’ll manage to move on and be happy for them.”
“Wow,” you reply, “I’ve never heard such… wise words coming from your mouth.”
He doesn’t reply to your sentence but smiles when he randomly says, “Jisung likes you, you know.”
You roll your eyes, “I take my last sentence back.”
“Anyone can tell, Y/N. You guys are a perfect match,” Hyunjin adds, genuinely meaning it. “I might not be good at this… feelings thing and I apologise for sending that incomprehensible text last night—I was drunk—but go for it. Trust me.”
“You’re very trustworthy, Hyunjin, especially right now,” you sarcastically reply.
“Drunk words are sober thoughts and I’m a genius,” he says, holding his arms up, right before he accidentally slides down a bit and lands with his back on the cold bathtub surface.
You hold back a laugh, before you get up and reach for his arm. The cigarette is still dangling from his mouth, when you bring him back to a sitting position.
“Thanks for the talk, Hyunjin. I’m gonna go outside now and face my brother,” you announce, rolling your eyes. He gives you a soft smile and waves at you, before he watches you exit the bathroom.
At the other side of the door is a very angry Minho. You get that he’s overwhelmed with everything that’s been happening, especially tonight with his girl and Hyunjin. However, he doesn’t deserve to take that anger out on you.
“What do you think you’re doing? In there? With Hyunjin? After that asshole betrayed me like–“
“I was just there for him, chill,” you spit back.
“Hm, because that bastard deserves that,” Minho says, crossing his arms in front of his chest. At least he doesn’t suspect anything between you and Jisung anymore, as it seems.
“Your love life isn’t any of my business, okay? But Hyunjin is my friend and because of that, I will hold him accountable for the mistakes he makes so he can learn from them. It’s called communication. You should try it, Minho,” you tell him, hoping he catches the hint.
Your brother rolls his eyes and guides the two of you to the front door, “Whatever, I’ll bring you home.”
Talking to Jisung would be great. There’s so much left unspoken but you’re, first, not ready yet and, second, don’t plan on drawing any suspicion again. So, you decide to just follow your brother and call it a night. No matter how abrupt it is.
“Why did you come back anyway?”
“I thought… I thought she was still here,” Minho admits.
“Oh, okay. I hope you guys can solve things,” you tell him, meaning it.
“I’m sure we can,” your brother says with a hopeful smile. “So, Jisung and you? Nothing happened?”
You gulp but he doesn’t notice. “No, there’s nothing between us. I’m disgusted that you would even think that.”
“Glad to hear the world hasn’t fully turned upside down yet,” your brother jokes before he guides you out of the door.
In the corner of your eyes, you find Jisung standing there, looking at you with those big brown puppy eyes. He will be the death of you. And you will be the death of him.
“So, you’re sure there’s nothing going on between you and my sister?”
Jisung has been on Minho’s balcony for five minutes and it’s been feeling like a full interrogation since the beginning.
“Why are you even asking that, Minho?”
Well, there is a reason he’s asking that. And Jisung is aware of it. Still, he tries to gain some time with his questions.
“Because when I came back to the party looking for… you know who, Yeonjun said that you and Y/N disappeared to the storage room,” he explains.
God, why did Yeonjun have to tell Minho that?
“Yeah, because of Truth or Dare,” Jisung says, playing it cool while losing his mind on the inside.
“Well, did something happen or not?” Minho questions him, staring into his eyes. It’s been some years since they talked about a potential relationship between you and Jisung. When they were teens, Minho caught up on the fact that Jisung had a crush on you—that’s when they made their contract. Since that day, your brother’s best friend wasn’t allowed to think of you as anything more than Minho’s little sister anymore. Maybe that’s why he kept distancing himself, apart from the rivalry that’s been there for over fifteen years now.
“Why are you so interested in this?” he asks him, genuinely trying to figure this out. There’s no way that Minho still views this whole situation like he used to when they were teens. He understood his reasons back then—you’re his younger sister, Jisung is his best friend. If things didn’t work out—how it usually is between teenagers—Minho would be in the most shitty situation, especially if it ended on bad terms.
But you’re grown ups now. And Jisung knows that he would never break your heart if you would let him conquer it.
Besides that, he can’t control that he fell for you twice. Which is embarrassing enough. He still can’t believe that you obviously have to be the girl from the Discord server and the fact that he developed feelings for you again has to prove a point, right?
“Because she’s my sister, Han, I don’t want her to… to get hurt,” Minho explains.
“Oh, so you don’t trust me, hm?”
“That’s not what I meant. She’s never had a boyfriend before and–“
“You’re still playing older protective brother? There’s nothing going on between us, okay? And I get that you want to protect her because you love her. But she’s an adult. She’s living her life and I’m sure you only know half of whatever she’s doing with men,” Jisung defends you. Minho doesn’t even know the whole story about your ex, he realises too.
“God, you make it sound as if I’m a control freak. She told me about her crush, by the way. Some guy she’s been chatting with. I reacted very normally to that. And I don’t want you to confuse her when she’s already with someone that seems to be very good to her,” Minho explains further.
The younger one holds back a chuckle. He’s competing against himself. God, if Minho only knew. Well, Jisung is still in shock too although in the back of his mind he isn’t surprised. It all makes sense now.
“So you want a best brother of the year award? What’s this about?”
Minho rolls his eyes, “Forget what I said. Just remember that we had an agreement. And seeing my sister happy the way she’s been acting whenever she’s texting on her phone has made me so happy too. Don’t go and destroy whatever she’s been building up with that mysterious guy.”
“Hm, sure. I don’t understand this, but sure…” Jisung says, rolling his eyes.
“The agreement, Han,” Minho reminds him. “You promised me to never get involved with her because… what if you guys don’t work out? Am I supposed to decide between my best friend and my sister? I’m not playing protective alpha brother, but I’m having a rational view on this situation.”
Jisung gets his point. He truly gets it. But it’s so unfair that Minho decides over a situation that involves mainly Jisung and you that could happen. This isn’t even real. They’re arguing about something that isn’t real. Maybe Minho should change his major and study philosophy.
“A situation that doesn’t exist, okay? I told you, there’s nothing between us,” Jisung reminds him. Because technically there isn’t, right? It was just some kiss. Sure, you confessed your feelings for his online persona, but this doesn’t mean that you like the real Jisung too.
“Okay, good. That’s all I needed to hear,” his best friend finally says.
“Great. Now that we solved that, we’re gonna talk about the actual reason for you anger?”
“What do you mean?”
“The whole Hyunjin scene. Your girl,” Jisung reminds him.
“It’s nothing,” Minho replies, avoiding eye contact.
“Jesus Christ, go talk to her, Min,” his best friend tells him, unable to watch the suffering playing in front of his eyes.
Jisung knows that his best friend might project his anger on his best friend. It’s not fair, that’s for sure. But he will help him out of this.
You’re almost done with packing your stuff. Even twelve hours later, you still can’t believe what happened last night. Jisung and you kissed. No, screw that. You made out, his fingers went under your dress and inside of you.
By now you’re pretty sure that he’s j.0ne. And you’re also sure that he knows that you’re baby_butt3rfly.
Your brain still needs some time to process this whole thing.
Jisung was the one to text you on Discord first. Jisung was the one who was there for you during nights of you crying about Seojun. He is the one who’s made you come almost every night during the past weeks. He is the one you send all your nudes to. Jisung is the one that you subtly asked to be your boyfriend.
Wait…
This also means that the drunk girl he took care of was… was you.
You were jealous of yourself this whole time?
This is the dumbest shit of the century. And absolutely hilarious.
The 99% chance of j.0ne and Jisung being the same person is what keeps your mood up high and your feelings confused. You don’t wanna think further for now. Not rush things, don’t read too much into it. Future-Y/N can deal with the consequences of tonight.
All you need are two things—first, meet j.0ne in real life to finally see his true identity, second, allow him to continue where you left off last night and let him rail you into oblivion.
You’re gonna have sex with Jisung. Your brother’s best friend. The man you’ve been crushing on for possibly ten years now. Your longtime rival and so-called enemy. God, this feels as if you’re caught in the most cliche fanfic.
You reach for your phone once you’re done with packing and read the latest message you received.
[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: Let’s meet in the hotel room. Finish what we started.
You chuckle.
[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Fine. I’ll go there first. Just come in once you’re there.
When you enter the hotel that j.0ne has chosen for you, you wonder where that guy gets his money from but you don’t question it. It’s amazing, definitely the most astonishing place you’ve ever been to for a night. Once you reach the hotel’s reception, a kind woman greets you and hands you the keys after you mention your name.
Entering the elevator, you finally get a minute to yourself, able to catch your breath.
You’re meeting him.
If the unlikely situation occurs that j.0ne isn’t who you suspect him to be, you dearly hope things won’t get awkward. But with the way he texted, you’re sure it’s Jisung.
You open the wide wooden doors of your assigned room and step inside, letting your eyes hover over the beautiful furniture and decor. Everything is amazing here and seems so fucking expensive. You’re usually not someone who gets impressed by such things but since you haven’t expected it, it leaves you speechless now.
Putting your stuff on the sofa, you notice there’s obviously only one bed. This is supposed to be a date with very pleasant extras after all. You don’t feel as if this is rushing things. After all, j.0ne and you have been closer to each other than one would expect. Sure, only over screen and with a secret identity, not showing your faces and all, but the time you spend with him—both romantically and sexually—is the most intimate encounter you’ve ever had. Which is crazy.
You sit down on the other sofa, looking out the window.
Until there’s a knock coming from the door.
“Come in,” you say, once again being naive as fuck but it can only be him, right?
The door slightly opens and he takes his time for it. When you turn around you’re not even surprised anymore.
It’s him.
Han Jisung.
He’s standing there, looking at you with that mischievous smile. Carrying a bouquet of an odd number of roses in his arm, he walks towards you and hands you the flowers.
“Hi,” is all he manages to let out, severely nervous.
“Hey,” you reply, “t-thank you for these.”
He nods, biting his lower lip.
You’re wearing a pretty dress again, a dark one of course, combined with those fishnet tights. The butterfly necklaces wrapped around your neck, bringing Jisung’s full attention to it.
“What a surprise,” he says, knowing it’s not.
“I don’t know what to say,” you confess. You’re totally confused. This moment doesn’t feel real, but similar to all the dreams you’ve had that featured Jisung. You wonder what he’s got planned as a date. Of course, if he still wants to go on a date. You know that he likes your online persona, butt3rfly_baby but regarding Y/N? That you are not so sure of. If it was the case he wouldn’t have treated you as his enemy for the past years.
Always bumping into you in the school’s hallway, leaving you out in conversations about Levanter, you’re favourite video game, making fun of you whenever he gets the chance. How’s this supposed to work? Can this even work out?
“What’s on your mind?”
You blink a few times, “I– I’m–“
“Should I leave? Do you feel uncomfortable with me here?” Jisung asks in a small voice and you’ve never seen him so… insecure. Not even when the other men made fun of him at parties over and over again for being inexperienced. Meanwhile, he manages to make a woman come with his soothing words and his husky voice, without even touching her.
God, why does your brain instantly need to go that way?
“Stay here,” you say, reaching for his wrist, wrapping your fingers around it and pulling him closer. “Shall we finish what we started, Han? Or should I say, J?”
You click your tongue, as you walk further towards him.
“That’s up to you, doll,” he provokes you back. Fuck, hearing that pet name out loud again makes your thighs all weak. A sensation is building up in your lower stomach. Just from this stupid word.
“What do you mean?” you ask, tilting your head.
He chuckles. Jisung reaches under your chin with his index finger, making you look at him. “Can you handle it?”
“Sure, I can,” you scoff.
Although you’re not sure. J.0ne has left you absolutely speechless and exhausted after every video session that you’ve had. And now he’s here, in real life, and you know quite well that this guy has some intense stamina and the prettiest dick that you’ve been waiting for to have inside of you—no matter your mouth or your cunt, at this point you don’t care. As ashamed as you are to admit it, but you even would have had allowed him to fuck you against the shelves of Hyunjin’s storage room last night.
Calm down, Y/N. Slow down a bit, too. It’s getting pathetic.
“You’ve been warned,” Jisung says, bringing you back to real life but not giving you any second to react to what he said. His lips collide with your own, as he pulls you closer, his hands placed on your hips, fingertips digging into your flesh, only separated by the fabric of your dress. You fully give in, instantly being back to where you left off last night.
Should you talk things out first? Probably.
Has Jisung planned a romantic date for the girl he’s been texting for two months now? Absolutely.
But you two are too eager for each other and everything else can wait, right?
You’re the one to take the initiative this time, when your tongue enters his mouth, entangled with his own. Jisung smirks, letting you have his way with him, when you slowly guide him towards the bed. You’re insane. In the best way possible. He’s never been with a woman who’s had such an effect on him and he wonders if that’s just all the built up tension that’s been slumbering inside the two of you for so many years.
Spoiler: it absolutely is.
He lands on the mattress, before Jisung watches you take a seat in his lap, straddling his thighs.
“Doll,” he says, but doesn’t manage to finish his sentence when you start grinding on top of him. The material of your panties is rubbing over his pants, as you feel his hardening bulge that’s begging to be freed.
“Shouldn’t we talk first?” he asks in between kisses.
You chuckle, “Probably should. But I need you to fuck me first, Han.”
You’re still calling him by his surname. Something dark awakens inside of him at this moment—he’s gonna have you squirm underneath him, scream his name at the top of your lungs, his actual name.
“Don’t call me by that name,” he warns you.
You scoff, “I call you whatever I want.”
Your lips wander further, passing his cheeks, his jaw, his neck, before you start placing the most beautiful pattern on his collarbones, opening a few buttons of his shirt. And he lets you. Jisung is entering a state that forces him to surrender, to fully give in to whatever you’re willing to grant him. And he’ll thank you for it.
“Fuck, feels good,” he whispers, his voice dropping low.
You smirk, loving the way he reacts to your little movements. However, this is all part of his plan. Some little piece of rationality catches him, makes him gain power over his own thoughts again at that moment.
Jisung grabs you by the waist and manhandles you around as if you weigh nothing, watching your back hit the mattress.
“What the fuck was that for?”
You stare at him with wide eyes, as he’s hovering above you.
He smirks, “You think you’re in charge, doll?”
“Don’t think I’ll do whatever you want just because I sent you some nudes and facetimed with you when I was horny,” you tell him. You still can’t imagine Jisung in such a dominant perspective if he’s usually the brattiest brat to ever exist. But J.0ne, though…
“Oh, we’ll see about that,” he replies with a wink, before his lips collide with your neck.
“What do you– oh, God,” you breathe out, letting him have his way with you. More kisses bloom on your skin, while he’s wandering south.
“You can call me Jisung, that’s just as fine, baby,” he says, sliding down further, before he pulls down your tights and discards them. He spreads your legs and you follow suit, revealing your soaked panties to him. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, but the real life version of your pretty pussy is the most beautiful view his eyes have ever witnessed. He wants to take a mental note of it, so he can replay this work of art whenever he feels like it.
You immediately start gripping the sheets, when his tongue collides with your ruined underwear, making it even wetter than it already is. Jisung isn’t surprised about how easily you get aroused—he’s seen those drenched panties in your videos before.
“Fucking hell, do something, Han,” you tell him, your voice getting louder and more desperate.
He looks up at you, a few strands of his hair covering his forehead, almost hiding his eyes, “Nah, what’s my actual name, Y/N?”
“J? You want me to call you J? Or moan your gamertag? J.0ne? I didn’t expect you to be that much of a–“
“Jisung,” he grunts. “Call me Jisung, when you come on my tongue, you get that?”
You roll your eyes, “Whatever. As if you’d ever manage to make me come.”
“I have before, Y/N. Without even touching you,” Jisung reminds you. “So aren’t you curious what it’ll be like if you get the whole package, hm?”
You are. You absolutely are dying to know what it feels like although you’d be too ashamed to admit that. He’s Han. Your academic rival and all. The guy you don’t get along with and still probably have had a crush on for at least ten years now.
So, you whisper, “Go for it, Han.”
He rolls his eyes but starts anyway. His fingertips start grazing over your covered wetness, making a full mess out of your underwear. It’s some type of red lingerie again, you seem to own many of those and he’s already contemplating how to take this pair home with him without you noticing it. Oh, fuck. His brain is already turning into mush, simply because he’s so close to you, about to devour your pussy as if it’s his last meal.
You let out a gasp when he shoves the panties aside, not bothering to take them off. Jisung spreads your pussy lips apart, admiring the view once again, before you feel a string of saliva hit your bundle of nerves. This is everything you’ve ever wanted. All those fantasies that your ex made you feel bad for. Who would have thought that it’s gonna be Han Jisung to turn those dreams into reality?
“Come on, don’t make me wait any longer,” you tell the man between you thighs, one of your hands reaching for his curly hair. It’s grown long, long enough for you to almost turn a few strands into a makeshift ponytail. You guide him closer and all that bastard does is smirk and lick his lips, before he dives right in.
The first touch is hypnotising, as if you’re entering another dimension. The tip of his tongue is glued to your clit, before he starts moving it in circles, as if he’s done this a thousand times before. Well, he has. In his mind, of course.
Out of reflex, you part your legs further, giving him better access. Your fingers are playing with his hair, moving Jisung’s head the way you enjoy most and all he does is follow suit.
“You can be a good boy, after all. Finally found a way to shut you up,” you grunt, hiding your moans.
He lets go of you.
“Stop teasing me or you’re not gonna come at all,” he says, darkness swirling around in his eyes.
Faster than you manage to react, he dives right in again, making out with your cunt once again. Two of his fingers are now lazily circling around your entrance and you know he’s doing this for payback.
Fuck. You hate him. You hate that guy so much and still you allow him to have you like this, to make you feel good.
Maybe hate isn’t as fitting anymore.
But destiny doesn’t give you much time to contemplate further, when Jisung pushes two of his digits into your hole, knowing you will be able to handle it. You immediately clench around him, as your pussy sucks his fingers in. He starts with slow thrust, making it his number one goal to drive you insane tonight.
“Say my name and I’ll let you come, doll,” he tells you.
But you won’t give in. You shake your head no and he continues, curling his fingers inside you to search for that spot that you always find in all those videos you sent him. When he brushes that velvety part for the first time, you fear you might see stars soon. You arch your back and Jisung decides to throw his principles out the window, when his fingers pick up their pace.
He’s scissoring you open without any mercy, watching you get closer and closer to the edge. Meanwhile, that intense feeling inside your stomach increases and threatens to take over your body and mind.
And then he lets go.
“When you come for the first time, it’s gonna be around my dick, okay?”
All you’re able to do is nod, brain already foggy. And Jisung senses it. He panics for a bit, unsure if he should go further with you.
“Hey, Y/N? You’re still with me?”
You nod again, “Yeah. No worries.” You’re just in trance, but in a good way. You’ve never expected him to be so good at this.
“You wanna keep going? Need a break?”
You shake your head, “No, please, go on. I need you.” You sound so desperate, Jisung is afraid he might come in his pants.
He closes his eyes so you don’t notice him rolling them to the back of your head. It’s like you flipped a switch inside of him, as he feels himself getting more and more emotional. This is not what he planned. He’s already too deep in this mess anyway. Jisung shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be so close to you regarding the fact you’re his best friend’s little sister.
But why does it feel so goddamn right if it’s supposed to be wrong?
“Jisung?”
You called him by his name.
“Huh?”
Your thumb starts caressing his face, “Are you okay, though? We can stop whenever you need.”
“I’m fine. Really,” he tells you with a sincere smile. “Wanna continue?”
You click your tongue, “Finish what you started, will you?”
Jisung gets up from the bed for a second and walks to his backpack, fishing out a condom. His shirt gets discarded on the sofa next and his pants follow quickly. He rips the packaging open with his teeth.
Once he’s at the edge of the bed, you start watching him palm his hard erection through his boxers. Nothing you haven’t seen before. But so much better than the video version.
The fabric falls down, pools around his ankles until he kicks it away and walks towards you. The mattress shifts, when he crawls back on it, coming closer to you, bare naked. While you’re still wearing your clothes.
You seem to read his mind, when you hover your dress over your head, getting rid off your bra a second later. You leave the panties on and Jisung doesn’t seem to mind, it’s more of the opposite.
“Beg for it,” he says with a stern voice, positioning himself between your legs.
You scoff, “I’m not gonna beg for you, Han.”
“Alright. Then I’ll just grab my clothes and–“
“No, no! Wait, wait,” you immediately say, reaching for his wrist.
“Yeah, baby? What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“Please…” you look at him with big doe eyes.
“Please, what? Use your words, doll. It’s nothing you haven’t said to me before, just on Discord,” he reminds you.
“Jisung…” you curse yourself for calling him by his name. “Please, fuck me. Finish what you started, for fuck’s sake.”
“Whatever you ask for, baby,” he says. “Come on, spread your legs for me like earlier. Be a good girl, will you?”
You sigh, “Don’t make me wait any longer, come on.”
Slap.
The palm of his hand collides with your exposed pussy.
“Stop being such an impatient brat,” he warns you. Jisung reaches for his cock and glides down the condom, before he starts stroking his length.
“Stop talking and fuck me already,” you tell him.
Still, he decides to tease you further, when he starts rubbing his tip over your clit for what feels like eternity.
He sees you surrender underneath him, finally, wordlessly begging him to take care of you and your needs. And that’s what he does. Carefully, he pushes the first few centimetres in and your pussy walls instantly wrap and quiver around him, sucking him in, as if you’re anatomically meant to be together.
Jisung keeps his eyes on yours and when you nod, he starts moving. You encourage him to pick up his pace from the beginning. You don’t care if you won’t be able told back any longer, if you come too fast and if he does the same. This feeling that’s he’s granting you feels too good to complain about anything.
“Oh, God, this feels so fucking good, baby,” you tell him, when he slightly changes the angle, after throwing your legs over his shoulders, so he can go deeper. You’ve never been in a position like this before—with Seojun it was the usual missionary, not whatever you’re doing with Jisung right now. For that guy, doggy was too kinky, cowgirl was too submissive for him and mating press too intimate. With his girlfriend, yes.
But you’re not wasting any thoughts on that idiot—not when Jisung is burying his cock into your cunt as if his life is depending on it. “God and baby in one sentence? You’re gonna suffer the consequences of my ego, doll.”
“Shut the fuck up and fuck me harder,” you tell him.
“You’re gonna regret this,” he chuckles, following your demand.
By now you're convinced that the walls must be shaking from all the banging of the bedframe hitting them and your moans echoing through the room. But you don’t care. You don’t care about anything else right now.
“Oh, fuck. Yes, right there, Han, right there,” you praise him and it takes every power he’s got for him to not absolutely lose his mind.
He keeps pounding into you at a sharp pace, “Nah, I told you to not use that name, baby.”
“Ji– fuck. Ji–“
You want to. You’re ready to give up, to surrender. But he’s fucking you so good, that you aren’t able to say his name. No syllable makes it past your lips.
Jisung brings his hand to your face, squishing your cheeks together and making you look at him. He’s caught in a dilemma. On one hand, he’s got so much annoyance left for you, caused by the longtime rivalry but on the other hand, he wants to hold you close, make love to you, tell you that you’re the most precious thing on this planet.
Still, when you part your lips and he feels you clenching around him, he decides to just finish what you guys started.
“Can’t even say my full name, huh? Come on, I want you to tell me who’s making you feel that good,” he whispers into your ear, brushing over that sweet spot inside you.
“Ji– can’t–“
“Oh, I know you can. Come on,” he encourages you.
“Ji– Jisung, please,” you finally manage to say.
“Feels good, baby?”
Feels good. He’s failing you into oblivion and has the audacity to ask if it’s good.
“Hm, perfect, you’re so good at this, you’re incredible, this is so unfair,” you whimper, being just as twisted about this whole situation as he is. Why is your enemy managing to pleasure you like this?
He brings one of his hands where your body meets, his thumb being pressed against your clit, ready to drive you over the edge.
“Come on, let go, yeah? I’ve got you,” he says with the softest voice again.
You can’t help but surrender fully, feeling your orgasm wash over your body, rush through all your nerves, when that sensation takes over you. Your legs are shaking and high pitched moans are filling the hotel room but this time Jisung doesn’t drown those noises out. He encourages you further, helps you ride out your high, until he feels himself getting closer too.
His moans create a harmony with your own, “Fuck– where do you want me to come, doll?”
“Wherever you want,” you tell him, meaning it.
His brain short circuits, when he pulls out and rips away the condom. Jisung is stroking his cock to completion, until hot spurts of his release land all over your chest.
“I’ve never expected your tits to become even more beautiful,” he chuckles, once he’s come down again.
You roll your eyes and laugh.
“Wait here, yeah? I’m gonna grab a towel,” he says and you nod.
A minute later he’s back, handing you the fabric and helping you up on your feet again. Jisung guides you towards where he just went to, when he says, “Let me take you to the bathroom, yeah?”
“W-What?”
“You should go pee after sex, Y/N. I also ran a bath for you, yeah?”
He looks so… caring. Perhaps he’s just providing aftercare because he’s not some asshole or fuckboy. You shouldn’t read too much into it, right?
“Why… I… uhm, I need a moment for myself.”
“Of course.”
Once you went to the toilet, you walk towards the huge mirror inside the bathroom. Jisung’s seeds are sticking to your skin, while he’s waiting on the other side of the door.
That’s when reality hits you.
What the fuck have you done?
You just slept with your brother’s best friend. Jisung is the guy you’ve been chatting with for two months. He’s the one that… that you are falling in love with.
Panic and overthinking catches the best of you, when you fully get back to presence. You shouldn’t be here. This is too serious.
When you turn your head around, you notice the bathtub getting filled with hot water. There are rose petals and foam, an astonishing scent is lingering in the air.
You panic again. This is too much for you to handle and you feel like an asshole for not appreciating it. Rushing to the sink, you clean your chest and the rest of your body there, trying to make the best out of it.
Tears start running down your face. Why the hell are you crying now? What the fuck is this shit?
You’re overwhelmed, that’s the easiest answer to it. Mixed with being scared.
Scared to get hurt, scared to get lied to again, scared to get your heart broken.
You hear a knock on the door. “Can I come in?”
“Okay,” you say and Jisung enters. His smile fades immediately when he sees the tears streaming down your cheeks. Great. Now he’s panicking too, while grabbing another towel and handing it to you.
“Is everything alright with you? Did I hurt you?”
His voice is so small and insecure.
“N-No, nothing… I….”
He gulps, “Was it anything I said?”
What if he breaks your heart just like Seojun did?
What if he doesn’t feel the same way you do, if this is just some physical thing to him?
What if Minho finds out?
What if you end up with nothing and no one?
What if–
“No, it’s… listen, I… I think I should go,” you announce.
His eyes wide, “Go? Go where? It’s the middle of the night, Y/N…”
You rush outside the bathroom and he follows you. Grabbing your backpack, you fish out a clean pair of panties and put them on, before slipping into some sweatpants, a bra and a shirt you have brought with you.
“What? Already so late? I’ll call Chan to pick me up it’s–“
“You’re not,” Jisung tells you, standing in front of you now, when you turn around.
“Why? Because you’re jealous?”
“Yes. But that’s not my point nor reason,” he explains. “You just slept with me and now you’re acting all differently and you’re crying and trying to escape me. What’s going on?”
You pack the rest of your stuff and when he notices that you’re not carrying any jacket with you, he reaches for one of his sweaters and places the fabric on your shoulders. You let him, knowing that it would be dumb to argue further.
What you need is fresh air, to clear your mind, to run away from your fears like you always do.
You take a deep breath and nod, before you head to the door. Still, he follows you outside the hotel room. He’s not gonna risk anything to happen to you.
“I’m sorry… I can’t do this right now, I’m sorry, Han,” you say, knowing he’s walking behind you.
Han.
Of course you wouldn’t call him Jisung.
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