#genuinely forgot i sell t-shirts for a hot moment

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

two things:

tiddies are not required in order to wear this shirt, but it does improve the wearing experience imho (no mere coincidence the eyes are approximately tiddy-level, that's all i'm sayin)

sick of men telling you to smile? i have never had anyone tell me "smile!" whilst wearing this shirt

that is all.

HAPPY SPOOKY SEASON! Have some merch

recently received new stock photos for the Terrible Pink T-Shirts i sell on etsy, and i find them so funny for some reason...

look at the smiling attractive people wearing their (also smiling!) attractive fashion wear!

[jisoofilm]

haunt you ¬ lisa

pairing. lalisa manoban x (f) reader summary. a kiss from a stranger at a bar sparks a strange tension between you and your roommate.  genre. roommates au, fluff, smut, angst - the whole package. word count. 2k warnings. mention of the words ‘hell’ and ‘fucking’ at least once, (f) fingering received and (f) oral received, dom/sub. ( a/n ). this is the first time i’ve written proper smut before, and i felt inspired by the song ‘haunt you’ by social house, along with the provided gif.

It was 11.36, and you’d just woken up. The sky was a cloudless blue, and the sun filtered in through the mesh curtains, spilling the light delicately upon the bare skin to your neck and arms. 

The previous night comes flooding back to you: it involved a nightclub, a few drinks and a kiss... as well as your roommate, Lisa. The kiss you shared with a girl who had long dark hair and crinkles by her eyes when she smiled. Jennie, you remembered was her name. She wanted your number, and then you left with Lisa.

Lisa - your pale-haired roommate with a vibrant personality and rather close friend had such a strange expression on her face once you had kissed Jennie. As though she’d witnessed something awful. Her eyes looked dull and her mouth was parted, and she was looking right at you once you turned to her. She’d told you she was leaving, and you left with her because you felt weird leaving her alone, especially with a reaction like that to... 

Was it the kiss?

You hear the soft sound of a guitar playing, and slowly sit up from your bed. Lisa had one room to the apartment and you had the other - it was easier to save money to put aside for your goals in life that way. Lisa had put up an advert for needing a roommate close to a year ago, before you had moved in:

SPACE AVAILABLE - pm for inquiries

I’m a 22 year-old Thai who moved here a while back and I’m willing to rent out a spare room in my apartment to whoever is in need of it to live alongside myself since I am needing the money to fund my degree in dance. I have two cats - Leo and Luca, and I work part-time at a music store. I’m 100% a sane person who is genuinely just needing some help from a person that preferably isn’t a maniac who will stab me in my sleep. Hope to hear from someone soon!

It grabbed your attention and you never exactly understood what exactly it was about it that did. You first met Lisa at a coffee shop the following week after you took notice of the advertisement on a selling website, and you knew you had to take it, barely less than a few minutes into the encounter. She was such an authentic and charming person that you needed to take up the opportunity from the fact there weren’t as many people as her.

From that moment, the two of you became friends and then perhaps best friends, if not for the fact that she became increasingly distant the past present month with you, for reasons you couldn’t comprehend and she wouldn’t tell you. She’d invite her friends, Jisoo and Rosé over regularly and the two always offered small smiles to you and said their hellos, which Lisa would glance at them in almost disbelief before leaving with them to her room. 

It took you aback when Lisa had invited you out yesterday afternoon to go to a club with her the following evening, yet you agreed. Something in her eyes made you walk with her to the club most people knew in the area, and you drank on a tab she set up, whilst she watched you almost with caution. It was clear she wanted to talk to you, but there was a point where Jennie made her way to you and began talking, and you almost forgot Lisa was still there. 

You wonder why she’s been so strange with you lately as you stand from the bed, making it as you run your hands over your head. Your reflection in the mirror looks ragged, and rough. You’d changed into a loose t-shirt and shorts for bed when Lisa guided you to it last night. Between the kiss imprinted on your lips from Jennie and the soft touch on your upper arm from Lisa as she helped you onto the bed...

You left the room and quietly moved to the front room. Lisa was sat on the couch, strumming her guitar that you’d got her the first Christmas you spent at the house with her. She’d been so thankful, and teared up, even. She’d got you a record you always wanted yet didn’t have the money for, and you remember laughing when she felt awful for not putting as much money into the gift as you did.

It was the first time you hugged her. She smelled so good, and her hair was soft against your shoulder as she leaned her head against it. 

She was only a friend though. A really good one... right?

As you make it to the bottom step, you realise that the guitar is accompanied with a sweet voice, which was admittedly a little out of tune yet in the best kind of way. 

I sit by the window where cool air blows, I think of you while looking at the far sky. I must be a fool who can’t be helped, Even when the four seasons change, I don’t .

You stop in the doorway as you listen to Lisa sing. She has her hair pinned back into a ponytail secured by a white scrunchie, with her fringe hung over her forehead, and glasses on as she concentrates on the new chords she creates, then pursues to write down on a notepad, angled on the coffee table before her. A hoodie hangs from her slim frame, and a pair of plain black leggings. Luca sleeps on the couch beside her, and Leo is presumably in her bedroom. 

It’s only when Luca wakes at the sense of you, and stares in your direction that Lisa takes notice of you. She turns her head and her eyes land on you, and her mouth parts as she desperately closes the notepad and puts the guitar aside, behind Luca’s now alert self. 

“Lisa.” you start, and she purses her lips before she looks to you, with as much hesitance as you would expect at this point from her. “Lisa, I... I want to ask you something.”

She stands from the couch, and folds her arms as she moves toward the door, and stares at you for a moment before going to press past you. You stop her by putting your arm out.

“Lisa.” you repeat, and she sighs as she stands still before you. Her silence is an invitation for you to continue. “I suppose after last night, I... I just wanted to know why-”

“Why what?”  she commands, and her tone makes you flinch. She notices and closes her eyes momentarily. “I’m sorry, it’s - it’s complicated, y/n, and quite frankly, I wouldn’t expect you to do as much as care.”

You furrow your brows. “What? What do you mean by that?”

“I mean I don’t think you’d care enough to share what I would tell you.” 

You scoff.

“How do you know if I would or not?”

“I just do.” She mumbles, and adds beneath her breath, “Certainly showed it last night.”

“Excuse me?” you exclaim. At least you know your suspicions were true all along - she reacted last night to the kiss you shared with Jennie. “I don’t remember there ever being a time where you controlled what I do or what I don’t do.” 

“I didn’t fucking expect for you to attach yourself to the nearest girl who shows blatant interest, but you sure as hell surprised me there!”

You feel your hands shake from pure irritation. 

“What is it to you, anyways?” you say shakily.

She’s quiet for a moment, and shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Trust me when I say it does.”

Lisa purses her lips, and looks to the side. Her eyes have softened, and she looks defeated. The tension has left her shoulders, and you only notice it now that you have the chance to look her over as she thinks. She moves forward to you, and the space between the two of you is scarce.

“Lisa, what-”

“Can I... I kiss you?”

You look to her, astounded. You can’t deny that the space between the two of you is somewhat intoxicating, and you feel yourself weaken. 

“Lisa...” you start, but her face moves closer to yours. Her full lips are parted, and you feel her breath fan against your face. 

“L-” 

She kisses you. It’s a small and hesitant kiss, yet you feel yourself indulge in it. You forget the previous conversation altogether. Her hands move to either side of your neck, and her fingertips feel warm against your skin. She’s just so warm.

You can’t move away, and you don’t want to. The kiss becomes open-mouthed, and soon her hands have met with your hips and she’s pinning you against the wall. Your hand moves to the nape of her neck, and she breaks the kiss to look to your eyes. Both of you are breathless. 

“Y/n, I...”

“Shut up and kiss me.” You say, yet you can’t help but love whatever it is that comes over you when you look to her eyes. She brings her hands back to either side of your neck, and she kisses you again. This time, the kiss is open-mouthed, and hot.

Soon enough, she’s leading you up the stairs again, and the two of you are in her room. Her room shows the cuter parts to her personality, yet the way she pushes you down on the bed and climbs on top of you, straddling your lap speaks louder than a room could to illustrate the darker parts to her personality.

“Lisa...” you whine, and she laughs as she lets her hands go beneath your t-shirt, to the bare skin of your waist. You bring your hands to the hem of it and pull it off, over your head. Lisa looks to you, smiling.

“You’re beautiful.” she says immediately, and you blush. She takes your face between her hands, and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I’m serious, y/n... You really, really are.”

“How long have you wanted to say that?” you wonder aloud. Her eyes widen slightly, yet she relaxes swiftly.

“A while.” She replies. You nod, and she presses a soft kiss to your lips before letting her lips move from your neck, down your chest and to your stomach. You feel exposed, yet comfortable with Lisa. You trust her. She peers up to you as she hooks her fingers beneath the waistband to your shorts. “Can I?” her voice is somewhat careful.

You nod. She pulls them down, and her hands run along the skin of your thighs, before she pulls down your underwear alongside it. 

“Lisa...” you whine again, and she grins, her fingers running down your slit. 

“Impatient, hm?” 

Her fingertips then graze your clit, and you gasp in surprise at the sensation. The warmth of her skin feels good against you. Her mouth moves to replace her fingers, sucking and licking at your clit, whilst her fingers move inside of you. 

You squirm beneath her, needing more, and she continues to curl her fingers. Immediately, she hits your g-spot and you moan out, louder than you even expected. You hear her giggle as she bites gently at your clit.

“Never thought of you to be so needy, y/n.”

“God, Lisa...” you moan her name, and she fastens her pace at your reaction. Your legs shake, and who knew her head would look so good between your thighs. It’s not long until you feel the climax closing in. Her other hand is on your hip, her fingers digging into your skin, enough you believe to bruise. 

“L... Lisa, I-” you barely choke out between moans. She smiles, and aids you to your climax by keeping at the pace, letting her control over you harden. She looks to you through her lashes. 

“Come on, baby, cum for me.” She says, her voice deepening with pure lust. Your hand finds her hair, and you pull it from its ponytail, clenching your hand into a fist as she moans out alongside you. 

Her moan alone is enough to push you over the edge. The climax hits your violently, and you arch your back as you tighten your grip on her hair. She pulls away from between your thighs, and your legs shake violently. You move to your side, panting, and Lisa moves to kneel at eye-level with you on the bed, putting her fingers in her mouth and sucking. You grin lazily.

“You’re fucking something, Manoban.”

She giggles, and reaches over to her nightstand to grab a few tissues. She hands them to you. You watch her for a moment. 

“What? Got something on my face?”

You smile and clean yourself up, before dressing again. You bin the tissues at the bin beside her desk, and look to her as she moves to sit beside you on the foot of the bed. She looks to you with soft eyes.

“I, um... What was it you were going to say? I mean, earlier.” you ask.

She looks to her hands that are in her lap, and only glances back to you to say,

“I like you.”