#stray kids roommate

[nonranghaes]

heads up: reader not feelin great, physically. doesn't get really specific. food mentions.

"hey." felix crouches down beside the couch. his hands are a little cold against your skin as he cups your cheek, head tilting as he tries to get a better look at your face as you peer up at him. "soup's done."

"'m fine..." you turn your face back into your sleeve, squeezing your eyes shut. "don't need it..."

he lets out a sigh, leaning in to kiss the side of your head. "honey..." his voice is soft, but the word hits you just as hard. you've always been his baby, his babe, or just your name, since there's intimacy in that, too. honey is saved for when he's worried. "it'll make you feel better to eat something. can't take medicine on an empty stomach, right?"

you just let out a whimper of pain. moving feels like too much for right now, but you know it's because you haven't eaten yet today. feeling sick means that everything is a chore. the only reason you even got out of bed was to let felix in since his arms had been full with the groceries he bought, and you practically face-planted onto the couch after you shut the door.

"i'll feed you." he says softly, fingers brushing against the back of your neck. "does that help?"

it does, a little. you turn your face again so that you can see him. he's still wearing an apron, hair pulled back out of his face as he smiles at you. he's your sunshine, even now when he looks a little tired from worrying. you want to be mad at your roommate for calling him, but... minho had good intentions. you know he did. even when you whined at him for calling felix before heading out to work, he didn't bicker with you but told you to call him if you started feeling any worse since felix wouldn't be there until closer to lunchtime (and even then, he ended up making a run to the store after he checked on you, leaving you boyfriend-less for a little longer). you muster up a nod, and felix kisses your cheek this time.

"good. i'll bring it here, okay? all you have to do is sit up." he starts to walk away, missing the way you paw through the air to try and catch him by the hand. "i'm glad minho called," he calls back to you from the kitchen, "i know it's nothing serious, but... i'm just glad he's looking out for you, too."

the blanket falls onto the couch as you slowly push yourself up so that you're sitting again. your head aches, and for a moment you feel something weird with your sinuses, but it's not as bad once you see how happy felix is that you're up again--even if it's only to eat something. you feel loved as he sits down next to you, carefully sitting the tray on the coffee table as he prepares to feed you soup by the spoonful.

and you feel it again hours later when you rouse to the sound of the front door being opened. minho stops to see you, home from work, and quietly thanks felix for caring for you so much. how wonderful, you think to yourself as felix rests his hand on your cheek, it is to live in a world with so much love embracing you every day.

[linoyes]

[soobnny]

one in the morning — kim seungmin. roommate au. fluff. a little slice of life.

roommate seungmin takes care of you when you catch a cold (1.0k words)

“(Name). Wake up.”

It’s quiet in your shared apartment, save for Seungmin’s harsh whispers jolting you from your trance of sleep.

There’s a trace of grogginess in his voice, like he’d forced himself awake, you’re not quite sure. It’s a little difficult to focus on anything when every surface of your skin feels like it’s burning.

“(Name).” He tries again, cold hand tapping against your arm. He’s gentle with his actions. He knows it wouldn’t take much to jolt you awake in your state.

“Seungmin?” You croak, voice congested as a result of your fever.

When you open your eyes, your roommate makes it look like he hadn’t been hovering over you and trying to shake you awake for the past few minutes. He just stands back, glass of water and your prescribed medicine in hand.

He looks exhausted, messy hair indicative of just having woken up and you don’t miss the yawn that leaves his lips when he turns away from you for a second.

The big white shirt he’s wearing is a little lopsided that it exposes a bit of his collarbones.

“The doctor said you need to take this every 8 hours, right?”

It’s a rhetorical question. You know he knows. He’d practically dragged you to get yourself checked after you’d failed to hide your fever from him.

“Yeah.” You move to sit up, the sound of rustling sheets lingering in the silence. A quick glance at the clock on your bedside table will tell you it’s close to one in the morning. It’s too early to have shaken your roommate away from his sleep. You feel sorry.

Seungmin hands you the medicine and glass of water in his hands. “Here, drink this.”

You take the medicine from his hand, placing it on your tongue and chugging it down with water almost immediately, like you’ve been told. You would hate for the metallic taste of the drug to linger on your tongue lest you want to start vomiting.

Your roommate only takes the glass back after you've drank every last drop, feverishly placing it on your bedside table so he doesn’t make a mistake of dropping it.

“Just gonna check your temperature now, okay? Then you can go back to sleep.” His hand falls over your forehead, an evident frown tugging at his lips before shoving his hand down the pocket of his sweatpants to grab the thermometer he’d brought with him.

“Okay.” You yawn, rubbing your eyes.

“It might feel a little uncomfortable.” He uncaps the cover off of the thermometer before gently tapping at your chin, as if telling you to open your mouth so he can slip the thermometer tip under your tongue.

When he slips it in, the first thing you discern is how cold the metal feels in your mouth. The next is how warm his hand feels gently moving strands of your hair away from your face before falling limp by his side.

The device is uncomfortable, but you don’t want to bother Seungmin any more than you already have.

“You can close your mouth now, then we’ll just wait for it to beep.”

Seungmin does nothing for the 30 seconds it takes the thermometer to check your temperature, simply sits on the edge of your bed patiently. The way he attempts to keep his eyes open is almost endearing.

He must’ve had a long day today.

The thought makes your face twitch. Your roommate isn’t usually like this, always passive in the things you do, but there’s something about the way he’s taking care of you right now that suddenly makes you aware of how considerate he is about things you usually overlook.

Thinking about it makes your face hot, so you stop. You wouldn’t want to fool the small device in your mouth.

When the thermometer beeps, Seungmin takes it from your mouth gently, staring down at the little screen before sighing a little in relief. “A little better than your temperature this morning. How do you feel, though?”

“I can’t really tell.” You feel ridiculous for it. The least you can offer him is a little reassurance that his efforts at waking you up to take your medicine are slowly adding up to your betterment, but you genuinely cannot tell if you feel better or not.

“That’s alright. We’ll check again in the morning. You can go back to sleep now.”

Your mind is slow to process your roommate tucking you back in. It doesn’t see him taking the empty glass on your table and shuffling to leave the room. It can only hear the quiet patter of his feet and the heavy inhale and exhale of exhaustion from the boy.

You’re halfway back to surrendering yourself to sleep when you call his name. “Seungmin?”

He’s just about outside your door when he turns back and lets his eyes gaze over to you. There’s something about the way he’s looking at you that you can’t quite put a word to. It’s different to how he looks when it’s morning and you’re more aware.

“I’m really sorry for bothering you.” You think the guilt will swallow you whole if you keep letting it brew in your sternum, so you tell him. The words sound congested when they leave your mouth, but you hope he understood every single word.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

You could never be a bother sits on his tongue.

“Go back to sleep. I don’t have plans tomorrow so I’ll be here to take care of you.” He runs a hand through his hair, looking at you one final time before shutting the door closed behind him. He doesn’t give you a chance to protest.

A little digging will tell you he does have plans for tomorrow, and if you asked Jeongin he’d probably rat out his best friend and tell you how he’d asked to raincheck so he could stay and take care of you.

(“Jeongin, I can’t come tomorrow. Can we move it to Sunday?”

“Why?” He whines.

“...(Name) is sick.”

“Oh my god, you are hopeless. Dude, just tell her how you feel, it’s not that hard.”

“Goodbye.”

“Wait, tell her get well so—”)

Maybe if you were more awake, you would’ve noticed the little ways in which he cares for you. Maybe if your mind was a little sharper in processing things, you would’ve heard him saying he’d do anything for you, even if it was to sacrifice the sleep he values. Instead, you close your tired eyes and fall back to unconsciousness.

In the morning, you’ll be greeted by a hot bowl of soup and the company of a roommate who bears more feelings for you than you originally thought.

[house-of-naga]

Fellas, is it gay to write a love song about wanting to make your partner as happy as possible your solo song, title it “hold my hand”, shoot out rainbow confetti during your solo stage when you tour, and then hold the man you’ve described to be your soulmate’s hand when he comes on stage directly after you finish singing your love song you totally didn’t write for him?

Oh, and is it gay to also change the lyrics of the song so that you literally say his name in the love song you wrote? Twice? Is it gay to call him “Lee know-hyung, baby”?

[h4nj1sunggg]

𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 . ( l. minho - h. jisung ) - masterlist mini series

content: lightly smau, smut, fluff, angst, slow burn, poly relationship.               ⠀⠀   short chapters, probably max 6 slides, pls don't care too much about the timeline and stuff.

pairing: idol!lee minho x idol!Han Jisung x reader.

summary: you and your best friend move in a new city and your favuorite idols lives next door.

ᯓᡣ𐭩　  ( masterlist )  . check the #roommates-minsung for the updates

introductions: minsung 𓂃 ▦ ! the roommates

00. shoebox with a door.

01. Limbo.

02. bitch yes.

03. neck tattoo.

04. you're messy.

05. both?

06. minho's turn.

07. jisung's turn.

08. things are complicated.

09. are you sure?

BONUS! - 10. together we are better.

[bluejutdae]

Perv!Roommate Jeongin | Jeongin x you

notes: sequel of this. I hate it, but eh. Might delete it in the future..

PervRoomate!Jeongin whose jealousy is slowly making him spiral out of control. Now that he has tasted you, the thought of anyone else getting too close drives him mad. When you go back home and talk about your day, he listens carefully for any male names that come up. Your coworkers, your friends, the guy at the coffee shop who paid for your drink… they’re all threats trying to take you away from him. So he starts to “accidentally” show up in places he knows you’ll be at. “Oh, you come here too?” and “was it tonight that you planned to come see a movie here?”

PervRoomate!Jeongin who, anytime he sees you talking a little too cozy with another guy, jokes saying you’re cheating on him, that you shouldn’t flirt with others. It’s an inconvenience for you, but you can’t deny the shiver that went through you from the possessiveness of his words. He starts manipulating you when you consider making plans. He looks at you like a puppy and convinces you to tell your friends you’re busy, guilt tripping you into staying home with him, because “I just miss spending time with you, jagi. Don’t you care about me?”

PervRoomate!Jeongin who has no remorse when he gaslights you, telling you agreed to watch that movie with him. And no remorse when he lies, pretending to be sick the moment  you’re about to go out with someone. How can you abandon your roommate-slash-fuck buddy when he feels like that? The same night, after he convinces you to sleep in his bed because he feels too cold, he smiles to himself. Once words about you being unavailable spread at work and among your friends, the competition will be destroyed. 

PervRoomate!Jeongin starts to leave marks on your body, where they’re most visible. Hickeys on your neck, a bite mark on your shoulder. It’s his way of marking you, another proof that you’re his and no one else’s. He gets a twisted satisfaction from seeing the marks he left on your skin. And the display of ownership doesn’t bother you too much. It’s just something silly, right? It’s not real ownership.

PervRoomate!Jeongin who plays the victim any time you two argue, and he makes you feel guilty. “I was only looking after you. That skirt was really short. You know how many perverts are on the train, right?” He’s pushy, yes, but he only wants you to be safe, right? Sometimes, after a fight, he seems so hurt by it. “I just care about you so much, can’t you see that?” Of course you can see it. And when he kisses you, you reassure him, you kiss him, and inevitably you spend the evening together in bed. 

PervRoomate!Jeongin always fucks you harder after a fight, more possessive, and more marks litter your body the day after that. A collar of bruises on your neck, a clear sign of STAY AWAY FROM HER, clear to everyone but you. When he has you on your knees, fucking you from behind, with you back pushed against his chest, he whispers “you’re mine. All mine. No one else can have you like I do.” But you never worry, people say all sorts of things while having sex, and you’ve always loved some dirty talk.

PervRoomate!Jeongin that, now that has access to your body, your attention and your underwear drawers, wants more. “If we’re both single by the time we’re thirty, we should get married”. But if things go his way, neither of you will be single…

[minminbunny]

Ghost Roommate AU - Han Jisung/Gender Neutral! Reader

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You felt you blanket slowly slide off your shoulders. You furrowed your eyebrows and tugged the blanket back but there was an odd resistance. 'What the fuck,' you thought, lifting your head up. A pair of black hands slowly pulled themselves away. Your eyes widen, fear waking up your sleepy mind, "I'm just hallucinating," you whispered, clutching your plush. A soft whisper echoed in your ear, "I'm not a hallucination, darling," it said, sending shivers down your spine. A whimper escaped your lips, "Please don't hurt me," you whispered, praying to every god you knew. It chuckled, "How precious, I can hear your prayers from here," it said, smirking at your feeble attempt. You gulped, curling up, "What do you want from me?" you whispered, not wanting to know the answer.

Jisung smiled, "I just want company," he beamed, showing his true self. You blinked at him, "Eh?" you questioned, your eyes is disbelief as Jisung manifested himself. He stretched, arching his back, "It's been a while since this house had any attendants," Jisung said, reaching out his hand. You stared at him hand skeptical. Jisung whistled, "Right. I wouldn't be holding a random stranger's hand either," he said, nervously chuckling. You tilted your head, "What are you?" you asked, curious of the pers- no. Ghost? In front of you. Jisung smiled, "Well I'm a ghost. Like Casper, I'm friendly. I keep dust away from hard to reach places and stuff," he rambled, wanting to make a good impression with you. "So you're attached to the house?" you asked, trying to figure out why he's here. Jisung nodded, "Yeah. I've been here since the early 2000's but Halmeoni Yang says I act like a cheeky GenZ," he said, curious of your thoughts of him.

You raised an eyebrow, "Halmeoni Yang?" you asked, gradually lowering your guard. He nodded, "Your next door neighbor, she can see me too. She has two sons but their relationships are kinda messy," he said, over sharing once again. You nodded, "Okay," you whispered, trying to process everything. "Do you have a room or something?" you ask, wanting to know where he rests. Jisung nodded, "The guest room by the end of the hallway," he said, seeing you exhale deeply. You nodded, "I guess I have an rent free roommate then," you said, too tired to even cry about the insanity of the entire situation. Jisung beamed, "Yeah. I'll let you go back to sleep, sorry if I scared you," he said, gently patting your head. You yawned, burrowing your face into your plush, "Nite," you whispered, internally hoping it was a dream when you heard a soft whisper. "Sweet dreams, darling. We're going to have so much fun together," Jisung said, leaving the room.

NSFW BELOW CUT

"It's cold, Ji," your whined, holding your legs apart. Jisung chuckled, thrusting his phantom tongue within your hole, "But your body is so fucking warm, darling," he purred, curling his tongue within your ribbed walls. "Hah, hah, ah," you moaned, bucking your hips to his thrusts. "Tsk, tsk. Does Master need to hold your needy hips down?" Jisung teased, wrapping his arms under your thighs in a tight hold. You mewled in relief, your hands free to claw against the bed. Jisung laughed, "You're so spoiled," he said, licking your puckering hole. You whined, "Please, please, please. Need you tongue inside," you begged, clenching around the air. Jisung smirked, aligning his mouth with your hole once more, "Don't forget to scream," he growled, burying his tongue deep within your fluttering throbbing hole. You arched your back, his name etched to your tongue as you moaned out. Your life blissful from being in love with a fucking ghost.

[goquokka00]

The Roomie Effect

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Summary: You're roommates with your friend Jisung and his boyfriend, Minho. The downsides? You're attracted to both of them, and they're a fairly...active couple. Little do you know; they're also attracted to you. And they want you to be in their relationship with them.

Pairings: Jisung X Reader (F!) X Minho

Genre: Fluff, humor, non-idol au but Stray Kids still knows each other, smut (MDNI)

Warnings: Mentions of sex and alcohol, "vaping" (reader uses diffuser sticks like pure and cloudy, so no nicotine), reader is a bit of a perv! at some points, anal sex (male x male), Sub! Jisung, Hard Dom! Minho, handjob

Word Count: 4.3K

You still remember when Jisung brought up rooming with him. It had been a pretty calm day, the two of you deciding to hang out because of that reason. You did as you both did, causing mischief, being unhinged, the works. After all, you two were really close friends. Sure, you both had your friend groups, but they weren't the same as when you two were hanging out.

Then again, both of your friend groups were more like one big friend group you two had accidentally created. But, everyone got along. And it was always fun when everyone decided to meet up.

Even so, you and Jisung still loved hanging out together, just the two of you from time to time. And that's what you two did that day, before deciding to grab some lunch. You both decided on that one cafe that you both always enjoyed, sitting down and ordering before visiting with each other.

It was your usual conversation. How classes were going, how life was going. You always asked how his relationship with his boyfriend, Minho, was going as well, mainly because you loved seeing how Jisung's face always lit up whenever he talked about him.

His face only seemed to do that for Minho.

While it stung, you always chose to ignore it. Sure, you liked Jisung, but you had accepted that he just didn't see you like that. And it's not like Minho was a bad boyfriend. No, no, no, Minho was an incredible boyfriend. Loving, considerate, loyal. It was everything you wished for in a man. Course, he was really handsome, too. Jisung deserved someone like that in his life.

But as the conversations went on, and after receiving your food, a new topic spurred on how you were looking for somewhere to live. You had previously been living in the dorms of the college you and Jisung were going to. You were a freshman then anyway, so living at the dorms was a requirement for first years. But you weren't about to live there again. No way in hell.

And the moment that you started complaining about how much you loathed the dorms and wanted to live anywhere else, but apartments were too expensive, Jisung hopped at the opportunity that he saw open right up in front of him.

"Why not just live with me and Minho?" Jisung offered. He had a bright smile on his face, eager to talk you into this idea.

"What?" You asked, raising a brow. "No, I can't do that to you two."

"You make it sound like you're going to burden us." Jisung responded, laughing a bit.

"Don't I already since I always bother you with questions on homework?" You asked again, Jisung shaking his head. While it was true you went to him a lot, since he was a year above you going for a similar major you were (He was going for Music Production, you were going for Music Performance), but it never bothered him.

"You already know I don't mind. And besides, wouldn't it make things easier since you'd have me just down the hall?" Jisung asked you, stuffing some more food into his mouth. "Just think about it. It would lower the rent payments for both Minho and I, and it would be low for you, too. You'd have your own room and bathroom, access to me who can help you with stuff right away, and you'd get to eat Minho's cooking. You'd have room to bake and people to eat what you bake, two people who could buy you alcohol, and you'd get to see me every day!"

"Oh god."

"Hey! Don't make me sound like a nuisance!"

"You kind of are though."

"No, I'm not!" That just made you laugh, Jisung just laughing with you. Once you two settled down, he continued. "In all seriousness, we'd be happy to have you. Especially if it'll make your life easier."

"I don't know..." You responded. You just didn't want to burden the two, especially since you didn't know Minho as well as you knew Jisung. "I mean, I don't want to intrude on you or Minho. Does Minho even know you're offering?"

"I can talk to him about it. I'm sure he'd be perfectly fine with it." Jisung told you, smiling proudly. "Besides, I'm pretty convincing when I want to be."

"So you're gonna let him fuck you, right?"

"NO!"

"You totally are."

"Y/N!"

Again, you laughed at his red face, finding how he hid it in his hands adorable. Jisung was always adorable in your eyes, though. But after he let out a sigh, he lifted his head, giving you a pleading look.

"Could you at least think about it?" Jisung asked, which made you sigh. He knew you couldn't say no to him.

"I'll think about it."

And think about it you did. You spent days deciding if it was really a good idea to move in with Jisung and Minho. Jisung had a lot of good points, but the fact of the matter was that you already secretly liked Jisung, you had for a while now. And you knew Minho was attractive too. So it would probably only be a matter of time before you caught feelings for him as well.

You also knew just how...active...the two were. Any time you and Jisung would drink together, Jisung would be a lot more open about him and Minho, which meant you heard quite a bit about their sex life. And it seemed that they did it often. And that meant that more than likely, you'd be hearing your friend whining and moaning some nights.

And you knew that would only make your little crush get worse.

But, after writing down all of the pros and cons on an index card, the pros that Jisung mentioned, as well as the ones you thought of, outweighed the cons. And so, you let Jisung know the following morning that you'd be willing to move in. So long as Minho was okay with it.

He was.

And so, you found yourself meeting with both of them a few days later to go over some paperwork, chores list, all sorts of stuff. You were actually pretty surprised when Minho asked you if there were any rules you'd like to have, as you weren't expecting that.

"Rules?" You asked, Minho nodding as he kept his arm around Jisung, who was currently scrolling through some form of social media.

"Yeah, y'know, like those terms and agreements you had to fill out at the dorms." Minho said, pulling out his and Jisung's agreement they had made. You were shocked they even had one. "Ji and I decided to write one when we first moved in together. We may be dating, but we both still have our boundaries."

With that, you took the agreement, reading over everything that was currently on it.

If you're gonna invite people over, make the other person aware and make sure it's okay first

If you make a mess anywhere, be sure to pick it up

If it's labelled with a name, don't touch it

Be sure to knock before entering

Make sure to turn lights off in the bathroom and leave the door open so others know it's available

Shoes stay at the entryway

Anytime there's finals week, apartment is to stay as quiet as possible

"I mean, I don't think there's anything I'd want to add." You tell him, smiling up at him. "It seems pretty fair."

"You sure? Nothing about privacy or needing us to tone things down?" Minho asked, pulling Jisung closer to him. He was pretty surprised that you didn't have much to say about that. "We do tend to get kinda wild."

"No, it's fine. I mean, I have noise-cancelling earbuds for a reason." You tell him, giving him a kind smile.

"She had a roommate last year that would always bring people in and would be loud, so she had to resort to that method of studying." Jisung told him, kissing his cheek. Minho then shot you a concerned look.

"Really, if you want us to dial down, we can--"

"Minho, it's fine, really. I'm the one moving in with you guys, you two don't have to change a thing. And if you get loud, I can just plug in. It's not the end of the world." You tell him. That was the end of the conversation.

And before you knew it, you were moved in and all set for the next fall semester.

Jisung could hardly wait for you to move in, so as soon as you were able, him and Minho helped you out. So you ended up moving in a few weeks before school actually started. That way, you could adjust to your new surroundings, as well as get to know Minho a bit better.

All in all, their apartment wasn't bad. Actually, you really liked the place. You had been inside of it a few times before, but usually just in the entryway to pick Jisung up before going and hanging out. But now that you'd be living there, you were really able to take in the beauty of their-well, your home.

They had a really nice sized window in the living room, which brought in a lot of natural lighting. Their kitchen was a nice size as well, having an island and two ovens. Perfect for baking. They also had a decent sized TV with a switch, a nice coffee table and coffee set up, and some greenery and blankets tossed over the couches.

Your room was really nice, too. You spent a lot of time on it, hanging fake vines on the wall of your desk, a nice whiteboard calendar just above your face so you could see the upcoming days. Pens and pencils and markers and all sorts of utensils were put into holders alongside your desk, as well as your laptop stand and a few other things to make it more home-y.

Your bed was made neatly with a few pillows with mushroom decor, an LED mushroom light hung near your own window, and a few other decorations were scattered here and there to really make the room feel like yours.

It was when you were just finishing up with getting everything on your bed figured out when Jisung knocked, getting your attention. You turned and opened the door, only to find Jisung and Minho carrying Jisung's old Clavinova keyboard.

"Hey! Thought you might want this to tie your room together!" Jisung said, carrying it in with Minho, setting it against a wall.

"Wait, are you serious?" You asked, looking at him in awe.

"Jisung bought a newer one over the summer, and he figured that since you always wanted a Clavinova, he could just give it to you for your birthday or something." Minho explained.

"But since you're moving in, I figured that it could be your move-in gift! So, do you like it?" Jisung asked as you gently scooted it up to your wall, admiring it with everything else.

"I do. I don't even know what to say." You said, smiling to Jisung before giving him a hug. "Thank you so much, Ji!"

You missed the blush that covered his face, as well as the big smile that he gave Minho, who smiled just as widely back.

||

"I told you that she'd love it." Jisung told Minho as they settled back onto the couch. They were waiting for you to finish up with getting settled, as Minho wanted to make sure you were done before cooking.

"I never said she wouldn't, Ji." Minho replied, pulling his boyfriend close. "I just thought that it might take up a bit of space, was all."

"But did you see the look on her face? She was so happy, Min!" Jisung told him, Minho just smiling as he moved Jisung to his lap. Jisung happily went into it, making himself comfortable.

"She was, yes." He said, kissing Jisung's forehead. "I'm still so surprised that she didn't have any rules against us messing around."

"Y/n's like that. She never really wants to make anyone mad at her, so she usually goes with what she thinks other people would like best. She's a people pleaser, I guess you could say." Jisung explained, moving Minho's hair out of his eyes. "It's why she compensated for the noise in her dorm rather than telling them to knock it off. She does voice her complaints, though."

"But I'm assuming it's to people who aren't involved?" Minho asked, Jisung nodding.

"Yeah." Jisung responded. "I heard about how much she hated her last living arrangements a lot, and when I brought up that she should ask them to tone it down, she just responded that she didn't want to make them mad, so she'd just put up with it."

"Hm." Minho turned back to look at your room, seeing that you haven't left it, yet. He turned back to Jisung, bringing his head down to kiss him lightly. "Then let's make a new rule. We can only fool around when Y/n isn't here."

"I was gonna say we should do that." Jisung smiled, kissing Minho again.

But something deep inside both of them knew that the rule wouldn't last.

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It was the 2nd week of the fall semester. You were already stuffing your nose into books, listening to music to memorize it, doing Music Theory and pitch practice, everything that required your full attention. Then again, that's how college seemed to work. They bombard you with homework, drowning you so deep that it's hard to come back out on top.

But, in your time of living with Jisung and Minho, you had actually started getting more and more comfortable around them, as well as living with them. You and Jisung seemed to get impossibly closer, spending time at the counter working on homework, as well as in either of your rooms working on things for the one class you both shared that involved singing.

Your feelings also grew for him, as well as his boyfriend.

Minho, as you thought, was much more down to earth, but was kind and caring. He always made sure you had eaten, gotten good rest, and would always be willing to listen to you if you had to vent. He was also sarcastic, a little bit of a trickster, and would threaten to either stuff your mouth with tissues or stick you in an airfryer and cook you at 390° for 15 minutes.

Jisung had a setting, too. 325° for 20 minutes.

Minho was also very blunt. He said what was on his mind whenever he pleased, and he didn't care how it made others feel. Whether that be insulting certain people he went to class with or complimenting you.

It was one thing to be complimented by Jisung, since he did it so much and it was usually just as a joke-like way. Then again, you could tell when he was genuinely complimenting you, as he would always sound awe-struck, no giggles or funny looks coming from him.

Minho was a completely different story.

When Minho complimented you, it was 100% serious. How did you know that? Because it was fucking Minho, he never complimented anyone or anything unless he thought they needed to know.

And that only made your feelings grow for your friend's boyfriend.

It made you feel awful. For one, you liked your friend. And he was dating someone. You knew that, and yet you couldn't stop your feelings. You couldn't accept that he was your friend, for whatever reason. What's worse is you liked his boyfriend, too. You wanted to be with both of them. Really badly.

Sometimes, late at night, you'd think about it. What it would be like to be in a polyamorous relationship with the two of them. Sometimes, it really felt like that. But, you knew it wasn't true. They were together, you were just their roommate and friend. But most of the times, you'd table your feelings. Well, you tried to, anyway.

Such as nights like this, when you'd be working on your homework. Peacefully doing Music Theory, trying to figure out chord progressions and whether you could use a Contrary Motion or a Common Tone to change it. You were focused in, moving steadily along.

Until you could hear Jisung whining.

You knew you should've reached for your airpods, pop them in and ignore the sounds being made. They weren't for your ears. You knew it would make your feelings worsen. But...you couldn't help it. Hearing Jisung whine like he was, it made your chest tighten. He sounded so pretty, even if it was because he was whining for Minho to do something, anything to him.

You decided that you'd take a break then, just-just wanting to listen. Hear how things would play out. You wouldn't do anything, you wouldn't touch yourself, you wouldn't distract yourself with blaring music.

Jisung's whines turned into moans. A gasp, and then a long groan of satisfaction. You didn't know why he sounded so pleased, but you could assume some things. Perhaps Minho entered him? Maybe Minho was actually complying and jerking him off? You didn't know, but soon, Jisung's moans picked back up, sounding so beautiful.

You could feel yourself gushing at the sound.

God, you hated yourself. You felt like a pervert, listening to them like this. This was private, this was supposed to be intimate between the two of them. You had to stop. You needed to stop.

It was hard to, but you did.

You ripped yourself from listening, grabbed your airpods, and stuck them into your ears before playing Lofi as loud as you possibly could. You then reached for one of your diffusers, putting it into your mouth and taking a puff before breathing in and letting it out, watching the vapors leave your mouth.

It always looked so satisfying to you.

You repeated the process, leaning back on your chair and closing your eyes, taking the time to remove those dirty and perverted thoughts from your mind.

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"Fuck, Min, I--mmph!" Jisung was immediately cut off by Minho's hand going right over his mouth. Jisung was folded in half, his cock being jerked off by Minho as he slammed into him, hitting right up against Jisung's prostate, making Jisung's hips buck.

"Shut it, unless you want Y/n to hear you." Minho warned. Instead of Jisung doing so, he just moaned louder. Minho could feel his cock twitch at the mention of Y/n being able to hear, his tight little hole clenching around him. "You like that idea? You want Y/n to hear how much of a slut you are for my cock?"

Once again, Jisung moaned out, tears going down his face as Minho continued to fuck into him. He practically cried out when Minho gripped his cock's head, gently applying pressure to it with his thumb. Jisung's hands shot up to Minho's hands, holding on tightly.

"God, I know you like her, but you know she's studying. You don't want her to get distracted with me fucking you so well, right?" Minho told him, removing his hand to hear Jisung. He knew full well that you could probably hear him, too. Well, unless you hadn't put your airpods in yet.

"Min--oh my god, Min, feels so-so good, you're cock...oh my GOD, your cock is so good, s' so big, it-it's...ugh it's rubbing my prostate so fucking well, Min--" Jisung's babbling was immediately cut off with a kiss from Minho. Their kiss was so sloppy, their tongues dancing as Jisung's drool dripped from the side of his mouth, but he didn't care.

Jisung liked things messy.

"P-Please, Min, y'gotta--gotta go faster...please, harder...M-Min, god, pppllleeeaaassseee!" Jisung begged, only to be met with a slap to his dripping cock, which wanted release so desperately.

"You're such a fucking brat, you know that? I'm giving you a good fuck and you can't be grateful?" Minho then gripped Jisung's cock, a tad bit roughly, but Jisung didn't seem to care. Instead, he wailed, his hips bucking as Minho kept a tight grip on him, not moving his hands. "Does Y/n know how much of a brat you are in bed? Hm? Maybe I should take a video and send it to her, see how she'd react."

"M-No, please, M-Min I--...s-sorry, please, I-I'm so sorry, just--I need it, please..." Jisung whined, Minho just smirking, slowing his pace, just barely pulling out before slamming all the way it, making Jisung cry out, a sob following when Minho didn't move.

"You're going to stay there and warm my cock while I jerk you, got it?" Minho growled. His hand slowly started to move, his thumb brushing over Jisung's cock, which made Jisung moan out loudly, his hips squirming.

"N-No, no no no, I--please...m'sorry, want you to move, p-please, Min..."

"Why should I? You've been a brat, thinking about your best friend while you're boyfriend's right here, fucking you good just like you wanted." Minho stated, pressing firmly onto Jisung's cockhead again, making Jisung cry out, bucking his hips up, only to be held down more by the weight of Minho's body. "Not to mention how you tried to order me around."

"I-I'm sorry, please, I just--"

"You just what?"

"Y-You've been think--ah...thinking about how it would be to be with her too...Oh, fucking--Min..."

He had been. Minho thought about it a lot, actually. Through the time he had gotten to know you, he couldn't help but notice how much he was attracted to you. Your laugh, your smile, your gorgeous eyes. The way you were so sweet, and while you were a people pleaser, you weren't scared to voice your opinions about certain things to those who were uninvolved.

He didn't even realize how his dick twitched at the thought of you under him until Jisung pointed it out.

"S-See? Minho Jr. agrees with me--Oh, fuck!" Before Jisung could even laugh at the joke he had made, Minho went right back to ramming himself into Jisung, which made him wail out. His hands flung to Minho's back, scratching him as Minho made sure to hit his prostate over and over, sending Jisung through the roof. "Fuck! I-I'm gonna cum, please oh please oh please, Min, gotta cum, need to--"

"Then fucking cum." Minho growled out.

And who was Jisung to disobey?

Jisung immediately wailed, his hips bucking up as his cum spurted out in thick white ropes, going onto his lower abdomen and chest as Minho rode him through it. The second Jisung's orgasm ended, Minho felt his quickly arising. He was quick to pull out, hovering his own cock over Jisung's as he pumped his hand over it, his brows furrowing.

"Oh my god, Min, please...cum on my cock, please, make it pretty just like you always do, want it so bad..." Jisung begged. And that was the last straw for Minho to blow, shooting his load onto Jisung's cock, just as he asked. And soon after, Minho fell beside Jisung, trying to catch his breath as he took Jisung into his arms.

"Don't...Don't EVER refer to my cock as Minho Jr. again. Ever." Minho growled, Jisung just smiling innocently.

"What, you didn't like me calling it that?" Jisung asked, looking down at Minho's softening cock, gently dragging his finger over it, making Minho hiss. It made Jisung smile.

"No. I didn't." Minho told him, before kissing Jisung's head. Jisung smiled at that too, going to rest his head on Minho's chest, his smile slowly falling. Minho caught that, which made him concerned. "What is it?"

"Are you mad that I thought about Y/n?" Jisung asked, looking up at Minho. Minho just sighed, pulling Jisung closer.

"I'm not mad, Ji. I'm about as guilty as you are." Minho told him. "My cock betrayed me as much as yours did for you. And if that didn't, then me constantly bringing her up sure as hell did."

"I feel bad, thinking about her while having sex with you." Jisung told him, nuzzling his plush cheek into Minho's chest. "But...she's so nice, and kind, and-and she's pretty. She's really funny, and she deserves everything that I'm getting with you."

"But you want to be the one giving it to her, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Would it make you feel better if I told you I was in that same position?" Minho asked him. Jisung lifted his head up, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Really?" Jisung asked, watching his boyfriend nod.

"I am, yeah." Minho told him, kissing his forehead. "It's like you said, Y/n is a people pleaser. And she does one hell of a good job if she caught you and I into her trap."

"So then, do we go Polyamorous?" Jisung asked. His eyes immediately shimmered with hope, wanting to do that so badly. Being able to be in a relationship with both you and Minho sounded like pure heaven to him. "I can go and ask right now, and--"

"Hey, calm down, baby." Minho laughed a bit, patting Jisung's head. "It's late. And as much as I'd love to go Poly with you and her, it's better we wait until I know her better, and we both know what she's comfortable with. We don't want to rush her into making any big decisions too quickly."

"Yeah, I guess you have a point."

"And we both know that I always give you wobble-leg whenever I fuck you like that."

"Minho!"

"What? It's true, isn't it?"

"Well, yeah, but--"

"Then you're gonna be patient, baby." Minho concluded. He leaned down and pecked his lips, before getting up, leaving Jisung confused.

"And where are you going?"

"To start a bath for you and new sheets. You can't sleep with jizz on you, and you already got a lot of it on the bed. Hot water also helps with--"

"With soreness, yeah, yeah, yeah." Jisung mumbled. With that, Minho smiled, going over to Jisung and pressing his lips to his, making Jisung hum contentedly.

"I love you, don't forget that. Okay?" Minho asked, Jisung nodding.

"I love you too."

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

[jeonjungkookenthusiast1997]

First Loves and Second Glances

Han Jisung is madly in love with his childhood best friend/roommate and has absolutely no way of telling her so he does what he thinks is best and pulls away from her. The pair end up having a movie night where all is revealed, changing the dynamics of their relationship forever.

This is my own work not a reblog, please do not repost or translate! This work of fiction is 18+ so minors DNI.

Content Warnings - childhood friends au, college au, roommates au, friends to lovers au, nipple play, vaginal fingering, pet names, cursing, oral sex (male receiving), body worship, very very light angst, porn with feelings

Word Count: 5,360 (I am seriously incapable of writing short fics, I'm so sorry 😂🙈)

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Y/L/N Y/N and Han Jisung have been roommates for what seems like forever and friends for even longer, first meeting when they were both wide eyed and chubby 5 years olds looking for a friend on the playground. They had stayed at each other's sides through every up and down life thrown their way, for every big life event and now they were living together while attending the same college. Y/N was studying War and World History while Han was of course studying Audio Production and Engineering, it had seemed like the obvious choice for them to live together while venturing out into the unknown.

The atmosphere is calm and quiet as they sit across from each other, Y/N reading an interesting book about Dokkaebi while Han stares blankly at the ceiling. Y/N looks up from her book to see Han with his arms outstretched and his body slumped over almost fully on the floor as he screeches loudly before locking eyes with the girl across from him "I'm bored!" He whines impatiently as his arms flop around making Y/N giggle under her breath "do something productive then Ji" she explains like it's the most obvious thing in the world which makes the boy pout and whine "but do what Y/NNN" she rolls her eyes at his antics before suggesting "why don't we watch that marvel movie you like? the Spiderman one? we could make popcorn and get some fluffy blankets to snuggle up with? chilled night in" she finishes smiling at him.

Han's chocolate coloured eyes light up at the mention of the movie as he nods eagerly "yeah, that sounds like a plan!" He grabs her hand and starts to pull her along "let's go!" she shakes her head slightly while smiling and allows her friend to pull her from where she had been sat on the plush sofa "I'm coming Ji, you can set up Disney Plus and I'll grab the popcorn" Han finally let go of her hand and skips over to the TV stand, his excitement evident in his movements. He grabs the remote and begins to search for the movie on the streaming service, meanwhile Y/N makes her way to the kitchen to prepare the popcorn.

Y/N smiles as she thinks about how cute Jisung is when he's in moods like this but shakes her head of the thoughts and grabs the bag putting it into the microwave then dumping the contents into a large bowl and sitting back down on the sofa, Han finally finds the movie pausing it as the movie starts to play to let them get comfortable. He hums along to the familiar theme song, his excitement growing. Once everything was set up, he turns to Y/N with a bright smile "alright, it's ready I'll grab the blankets" she smiles back and nods patiently waiting for him to return.

Once he's back he throws the blankets onto her head with a laugh before plopping himself down next to her "you're such a child Ji" she laughs as she shoves the blankets back at him before draping them over the pair and smoothing them down, Han giggles like a schoolgirl and rolled his eyes playfully. He acknowledges in his own mind that she was just teasing him; he snuggles closer to her under the blanket, his warmth enveloping them both "you love it when I act like this" he laughs as she pushes his side playfully "do I?" she giggles pressing the popcorn bowl into his arms before she presses play on the device and settles herself into his side.

Han takes the popcorn bowl gratefully starting to munch on the popcorn, he rests his chin on her head with his eyes fixed on the screen. As the movie starts he let out a content sigh and snuggled deeper into the plush blankets, as he gets comfy Jisung's left hand moves down to rest on her hip effectively pulling her closer to his frame as his gaze is focused on the movie. Y/N feels him pulling her into him and her face heats up a little, they usually cuddle all the time but things have felt different lately Jisung's been acting a little standoffish and having him do close was causing an unknown feeling to inch across her chest.

She snuggles closer to her friend's chest and without looking at him breaks the silence "I've missed this, getting to chill out with my best friend watching movies y'know you haven't been around much lately" she can't help the pout that adorns her glossy lips, his heart skips a beat when he feels her hand on his chest.

He didn't want to admit it, but he had been pulling away from her a bit lately and the guilt he's been feeling is squeezing his chest as he sighs "I know and I'm sorry" he tears his gaze from the screen to look down at her "we'll do this more often, I've missed it too" she hums at his words and pushes his chest slightly giggling "we had better! You've been with Changbin and Chan a lot lately, I've been feeling kinda... left out" she admits as she pouts again and rests her head on his chest as she mumbles "been missing my best friend" Han's heart clenches tightly when she mentions Changbin and Chan.

He knew he'd been spending more time with them but he had to pull away from her for his own sanity. Being around the girl he harboured such a big crush on was hurting him, everytime she smiled at him or giggled at his antics it sent a harpoon straight to his heart and he couldn't be the friend she deserved unless he took a break from being planted firmly at her side. Even now with her small hand curled into his shirt and her head against his chest it was making his heart fill with love and affection "I know I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you I promise" she sighs softly at his words "I know you will Ji" she mumbled into his chest, her fingers tightening their hold on his shirt "I've missed just being with you like this" she admitted quietly, her cheek still resting against him and a small pink blush dusting her cheeks.

She clears her throat slightly before she asks "how are the guys? they've been keeping you so busy but you never talk about what you get up to?" She tries to smile as she pushes down the slight sting of jealousy setting root in her chest, Han feels her fingers tighten their grip and can't help but smile softly. She never was very good at hiding her feelings from him, he knew she was probably feeling a little jealous and of course left out as she had said and it stung at his chest that he had caused those feelings "they're fine" he shrugs "there's not a lot to tell honestly, we usually just hang out at the gym" she frowns at his words but decides to leave it if he doesn't want to talk about it "are you staying here tonight? it's been a while since my roommate stayed in his own bed" she squints her eyes in a mildly accusatory manner as she waggles her finger at him.

Han chuckled softly at her playful manner and grabs her finger tugging her fully into his body as they both laugh "yeah I am, after the movie I'll be heading to bed I think" as his words trail off he yawns and lifts his arms over his head making his shirt lift revealing some of his toned skin, her eyes flick down as she sees the material lift and gulps as his toned abs are flashed momentarily. She quickly averts her eyes so as to not be caught ogling her friend's bare skin as she tries to move the inappropriate thoughts out of her mind "aww poor baby had a long day huh Ji" she stifles a laugh as she teases him.

Han couldn't help but laugh at her reaction throwing his head back and whining "I'm fine, just a little tired" he shrugs his shoulders and looks down at her face which is now not attached to his body, making him want to pout and pull her back to him but he refrains "so how have you been lately since as you so eloquently put it I've been a little MIA?" she nods and shrugs "been okay, just gone to lectures and came home" she laughs softly as she shakes her head "it gets boring here with you not around so you need to come home more often okay?" She intertwines her fingers and gives him her best puppy dog eyes.

Han couldn't help how his heart beat a little faster looking at her cute face smiling at her puppy dog eyes as he covered his eyes dramatically "oh god no! not the eyes" he cries as she laughs at him "I'll try my best to come home more often" he pulls her back to him and nuzzles her cheek with his nose, the pair had always been physically affectionate with each other so having him not be around had left her feeling down and mopey.

Y/N playfully attempts to push his face away though she secretly enjoys and has missed his touches "good because otherwise I'd have to put my foot up your ass and drag you back here" she turns her attention back to the movie trying to concentrate a little.

Han couldn't help but chuckle at her playfulness, glad she had seemingly forgiven him, his heart still racing a little from her body being near his own "oh you wound me! You'd really kick my ass?" he teases with his body still pressed against hers "I most definitely would if you deserved it" she smirks at his shocked face "it would make me a little sad though to hurt your adorable face" she uses her hands to gently grip his jaw as she pushes his cheeks together, squeezing the soft skin under his fingers.

He looks down at her a little dazed as a blush creeps up his neck from her teasing, his heart skipping a beat as he looks into her eyes "you're so mean to me sometimes" he whines trying to hide racing heartbeat, his arms move to grip her wrists and his eyes can't help but watch her pretty face. Her thumbs smooth over his face as she stops playing his cute cheeks "I know and somehow you still love me" she giggles as she moves her hands away.

He bites his lip as he looks at her and nods replying before he can think about what he's saying "yeah, I really do love you" his eyes slowly sink down to her lips. Her eyes widen slightly at his words and she feels like can barely breathe as she realises her best friend is looking at her lips like he's about to kiss her "you what?" she whispers barely audible.

Han's eyes widen once he realises what he had said out loud but it was too late the truth was there, he loved her, and all he could do now to fix the situation was to try to brush it off "I mean, I love you, as a friend you know... yeah that what I meant..." he stutters as he looks away completely embarrassed and feeling a sting enter his heart as he took her reaction as a rejection. Y/N frowns as she looks at his dejected face, he's starting to move away from her as she realises so she needs to act quickly "wait Ji" she grabs his arms and pulls him back towards her but he just looks down and fiddles with the blankets "please look at me Jisung" but Han couldn't look at her, his lip was starting to wobble as tears started to brim against his eyelashes and he simply shakes his head not trusting his words.

She feels desperation claw at her chest as she scrambles to fix the situation "Jisung please just look at me, we need to talk about this" she pleads with him "do you really..." she can't finish her sentence as anxiety runs along her arms to her heart, the words she wants to speak stick to her throat and tongue. He closes his eyes tightly before he nods still not looking at her and sighs "yeah I really do" he takes a deep breath before he opens his eyes and looks at her "I really do love you, with all of my heart" he barely gives her a moment to digest the information before he's stuttering over his words "I always have but I don't expect... it doesn't have to change... I know you probably don't feel the sa-" his words are cut off as Y/N grips the back of his neck and plants a small chaste kiss against his lips "stop rambling Ji" she smiles as she kisses him again as gently as a feather brushing against his skin while she waits for him to calm down enough for them to talk.

Han couldn't believe it. He was stunned for a moment before he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, his lips finding hers in a much more passionate kiss this time around. He groans into the kiss, his heart racing as he feels her body pressed against his. She giggles at his forwardness when just a moment ago he was so shy, she pulls away from his tight hold on her body just slightly so she can look at his face "I love you too Ji" she smiles before giving him a soft kiss on his lips then plants a kiss on the tip of his nose.

Han's heart skips a beat at her words, his eyes widening in surprise before he pulls her back into a hug, his face buried in her neck. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before he speaks again "you do? fuck... please don't play with me Y/N" he whimpers as he holds her tight "please be really real with me right now" she frowns as she places her hands on his cheeks to holds him steady so he can look into her eyes as she speaks "I love you Ji, I'm so in love with you" she breathes out as she smiles "I love you so much and I have since the day you fell over that hot dog cart trying to get food for us…"she pauses as he smiles at the memory "you make me smile on my darkest days and you've had my back for so long now I... I can't imagine my life without you" Han's eyes widen in disbelief as he stares into her eyes.

Taking in every word she says. He feels like he's floating on air, his heart soaring with happiness. He's so lost for words all he can do is pull her onto his lap into his arms as a tears of happiness runs down his cheeks "oh Ji" she whispers as she uses her thumb to swipe away the stray tears "why are you crying" she frowns slightly, her brow creasing "I'm just so happy Y/N" he says, his voice cracking slightly as he wipes away more tears as they drop to his cheeks "I love you so much" he whispers, his lips brushing against hers softly before pressing into a more passionate kiss "always have, always will" he mumbles against her lips.

She nods and smiles at his words before she returns his kisses, greedily enjoying the feeling of his lips finally on her own wanting to take her time to live in this moment she has waited so long for. She wraps her arms around his neck as she pulls herself impossibly closer to his body, the movie long forgotten and the popcorn set to the side of the sofa. Han's heart races as he feels her pull him closer, his hands finding their way to her waist before sliding up to her back, pulling her body flush against his. He deepens the kiss, his tongue tracing her lips gently before slipping inside her mouth in a passionate embrace.

Y/N whimpers slightly, feeling his hands move over her body before she pulls away breathlessly, she rests her forehead against his own "how come you never told me" Han's breathing is heavy as he looks into her eyes, his heart racing. "I... I didn't want to ruin our friendship," he admits his voice barely above a whisper. "I wasn't sure you would even like me back" he mumbles as he sighs "you're so important to me sweetheart, I couldn't bear the thought that you'd reject me and it'd all be so awkward that we couldn't be friends anymore" she blushes a soft pink at the sudden term of endearment "I'd never be able to just walk away from you Ji no matter what happened between us, it'll always be us two against the world" she smiles as she rubs her nose against his own.

His heart swells at her words, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as he nods "us against the world sweetheart," he whispers before giggling sweetly, his fingers tracing her jawline gently "god I love you so much" he bites his lip as he moves to place soft kisses against her cheek and jaw, her eyes flutter shut as she enjoys his soft touches "I love you too Han Jisung" she whispers as to not disturb the atmosphere that has settled over them she threads her fingers through his hair as she holds him close, still sat in his lap.

Han's heart skips a beat at her words, his fingers tightening around her waist as he leans into her touch "you have no idea how long I've waited for you to say that," he whispers, his lips brushing against her earlobe "and now that you have, I'm never letting you go again" his teeth graze over her earlobe as he nibbles on the skin gently.

A whine catches in her throat as he teases her "you'd better not, I know where you live" she smiles gently as she subconsciously shifts in his lap causing his grip on her body to tighten. Han chuckles softly, his hands moving to cup her face gently "you're stuck with me now," he murmurs before leaning in to capture her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. He lets out a groan as she continues to wiggle in his lip "I'm trying real hard to be good here sweetheart" he moves his hand down to grip her hips tightly "but if you keep moving I'll have no choice but to stop holding back" he looks into her eyes with a mischievous glint shining in his own irises.

Her eyes widen slightly as she realises what she's been doing and is now able to feel the start of his excitement poke against her inner thigh from where she's sat on his lap. She gives another experimental and this time purposeful roll of her clothed crotch against his own causing him to groan again "maybe I don't want you to be hold back anymore Ji" she breathes out as she bites her lip, Han's head tips back against the plush material of their sofa as he rocks his hips up against her body at her teasing movements "fuck" he groans unashamed, his heart races as he feels her moving against him his hands gripping her hips tighter "then I guess I'll have to show you what happens when I'm not holding back" he smirks as he attaches his lips to her neck.

Y/N bites back a moan at the feeling of his clothed member rocking against her core "I've always wondered what you'd feel like" she gasps as he sucks and nibbles against her neck "when your fucking me" she rolls her hips harder grinding down against his body making wetness start to form against her panties making the material stick to her lower lips. Han's breath hitches as he feels her moving against him, his heart racing with anticipation "you're so fucking sexy," he murmurs against her skin, his hands gripping her hips tighter, he pulls back slightly to admire the marks he's left along the column of her neck "never realised my sweet girl was so dirty" he smirks as he moves a hand from her hip under her shirt feeling the skin of her tummy as his hand travels up and stops at her lacey bra.

Y/N's body shudders under his touch "only for you Ji'' she whimpers as she lifts her shirt up and over her head to expose her half naked upper body she reaches down to tug at the hem of Jisung's shirt "off please" he hums a little as he pretends to think "only because you asked so nicely" he smirks as he pulls his shirt over his head watching as she explores his chest with her hands "like what you see baby? 'cause I do '' he admires her black lace bra for a moment before he reaches behind her back to unclip it, letting it fall to the floor exposing her nipples to the cold air of the room.

She nods her head quickly "didn't realise you'd gotten to big" she murmurs as she lets her fingers wander down his chest "all that time with Changbin and Chan worked out for the best I guess" she smirks before she gasps, her back arching slightly as Han suddenly takes one of her nipples into his mouth. Han smirks as he hears her gasp "sorry couldn't wait any longer" his tongue licks over the hardening bud and he can't help the groan that escapes his mouth as he feels her arching into his touch.

He releases her nipple with a pop and smirks "you'll have to thank them when I finally let you out of my bed" he smirks before moving to the other nipple giving it the same attention. She lets out soft moans as he teases her nipples into small peaks, sparks of pleasure slipping down her body straight to her core as it starts to become unbearably wet "Ji... baby I need you" she moans again as she grinds her crotch against his now fully hard covered length.

Han groans low in his throat as he feels her wetness start to seep through her pants "oh yeah? where do you need me sweetheart" Y/N whimpers and grinds down on him against but Han tuts at her "use your words baby or we'll stay like this" she groans frustrated and grabs his wrist putting his hand down her pants "look what you've done to me Ji" she sighs as she feels his fingers start to explore her body.

He chuckles as he feels her warmth and readiness for him. He slowly starts to tease her entrance with his fingers, moaning softly as he feels her wetness coat his fingers "you're so fucking wet and tight baby, this all for me?" she nods her head and closes her eyes as she feels his fingers teasing at her walls as he pushes two fingers straight into her waiting entrance, a moan floods past her throat as he pleases her "all for you baby, only you" Han growls as he feels her walls start to clench around his fingers.

He starts to thrust his fingers in and out of her tight heat, moaning her name as he takes her "that's it baby, take my fingers. Show me how much you want me" she nods her head quickly "want you so bad Ji, please I need it" she whines as she rocks against his thick fingers "need your cock now" the brunette underneath her groans as he feels her tight heat squeezing his fingers. He pulls his fingers out of her slowly, leaving her aching for more "not yet sweetheart, trying to prep you" he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks her essence off with a moan at her taste.

Y/N shakes her head "I'm good, I can take it I'm so fucking wet please baby. Please Ji" she begs as she moves away to stand tugging her pants and panties down and throwing them off to the side before she climbs back onto his lap, Han shakes his head while laughing "fuck... you have no idea what hearing you beg for my cock is doing to me" he groans as he taps her thighs "up" she lifts up off his lap enough for him to shimmy his pants and boxers down letting his hot thick length spring up as a bead of precum beads down the head.

Once his pants are down Y/N finds purchase back on his thighs as her eyes watch the pre cum leaking from his slit, without much thought she bends down and swirls her tongue over the head of his cock before moving down to follow the streams of his pre, she licks it all up dutifully as he gasps feeling her warm tongue over his sensitive length. She lets out a soft moan as she finally tastes him, his eyes roll back into his head as he feels her warm tongue swirling around his head.

He grips the sides of the sofa as he chokes out a moan "F-fuck sweetheart, wasn't expecting you to suddenly start licking my dick like that" she smiles as innocently as she can, batting her eyelashes at him "sorry Ji I couldn't help myself, had to taste you" she gives him one last look and a wink before she gets back to work swirling her tongue over his slit continuously, licking up all the fluid releasing from his body "fuck you taste good and so pretty too" she switches from gently licking to suckling on his dick using her tongue to lick at the veins that run on the underside of his cock.

Han's hands grip the sofa tightly as he feels her warm mouth engulfing his cock head. He groans deeply, his hips bucking up involuntarily "fuck... Y/N" he pants out her name between moans "you're killing me, if you keep sucking me in like that I won't last" his thighs start to shake against her dainty hands. She gives him one last hard suck before she releases him with a 'pop' and a satisfied smile on her face, she crawls back up to him and hovers just above his spit covered cock "wanna ride you now, 'kay Ji? need to ride you" his breathing is ragged as he watches her crawl back up to him, the sight alone making his dick throb with need.

He nods eagerly, his eyes locked on hers "y-yes sweetheart, I want you to ride me" he stutters out his hands reaching down to grab her hips "shit please, ride me" she nods eagerly giving him one last look to make sure it's what they both want before she sinks down onto him, slowly taking him to the hilt as he stretches her walls so deliciously that she has to close her eyes at the stinging pleasure, she takes a moment to enjoying having his cock spearing her wet pussy.

Han's eyes roll back in his head as he feels her tightness engulfing him so beautifully he chokes out a groan "fuck wait - shit sweetheart you feel SO fucking good... I need a moment or I'll cum right now- shit" he breathes heavily as she giggles watching his struggle. After a few moments he nods and moves his hands to grip her hips tightly. Taking his nod as her sign to move she slowly starts to rock her hips in shallow thrusts, the movement causing both of them to moan in unison "ohh Ji~ you feel soo good inside me, fill me up so perfectly" she babbles as she starts rocking up and down faster.

Han's grips on her hips turns bruising as he holds her tight enjoying the feeling of her bouncing on his cock "always wondered what you'd look like... fuck- taking my cock" he groans as he moves a hand from her hip to her breast teasing the nipple in his fingers "god it's so much better than I imagined" he huffs out a short laugh at the thought before it twists into a moan as she moves faster.

She whimpers at his words as her thighs start to shake and feel the burn of the position she's been in for a while now but she can't slow her rhythm not when Jisung's cock is hitting her g-spot so perfectly that it's making her thoughts turn to white noise "used to think of your thick fingers working me open to take your cock when I would touch myself" she moans as her hips stutter slightly after a particularly deep downwards thrust "f-fuck~" she bites her lip hard. Her confession shocks him slightly before the lewdness of it spikes across his chest and makes his dick throb "y-you'll have to show me one day... how you play with your pretty little pussy" he grunts as he feels her pace falter, seeing she's getting tired he takes matters into his own hands.

Jisung moves his hands down to her thighs spreading them open as he thrusts up into her setting a rough pace that has her mewling against him, all she can do is nod furiously as her moans grow in volume "there Ji~ right there don't fucking stop!~" she whines loudly as her head lolls back and her thighs tremble. Her grip on his shoulders falters as he thrusts faster to meet her request.

Han's groans as she tightens around his length "play with your clit baby while I fuck you" his thrusts get faster as sweat beads across his forehead and chest, Y/N bites her lip as she sucks on her fingers before reaching down and rubbing fast circles against her swollen nub, every thrust and swipe of her finger gets her closer to her peak "J-Ji I- shit! fuck!" she gasps her chest heaving as her orgasm starts to hit.

Han bites his lip as her pussy clamps down tight on his cock as one last deep thrust sends her over the edge, her body shaking wildly as she moans his name cumming hard "shit! shit! Baby I'm C-Cumming! gonna fill you up with my cum" Jisung bites his lip as he gives a few last deep thrusts before he cums. Hot ropes of thick white cum paint her walls as their highs crest together, Y/N chest heaves as she starts to come down from the intense high.

Han's grip on her body loosens as she falls onto his chest, his throbbing cock still buried deep in her walls ``that was... intense" she smiles as she rests her head on his bare chest, Han chuckles as he kisses her forehead "glad you enjoyed it sweetheart" once his cock finally softens he lifts her body slightly and pulls himself out of her before returning her body back to his own. Y/N gives him a bright smile before resting her head back on his chest "we should probably talk about this" she grips his side tightly "us" Han nods in agreement "in the morning, for now let's just enjoy the moment and go to bed" he kisses her forehead then her cheek before lifting her into his arms and carrying her to his room.

She sighs contentedly as he slips her into his bed before climbing in behind her and pulling her close, he kisses her neck one last time before whispering "I love you Y/N" her heart skips a beat as she feels his warm breath against her neck "I love you too Ji" she smiles before letting sleep take her tired body.

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[hoes4lino]

• Lino Zone Fanfic Recommendation •

WARNING ⊂✦⊃ These fanfics contain nsfw content, for more detailed warnings check out the stories! This are some of my favorite fanfics so I hope y’all enjoy them as well <3

Office AU

Inexperienced by @matryosika

After Party by @xoliino

Horizontal Hierarchy by @cb97percent

Brothers Best Friend

Glowing (can’t tag this user)

Kiss me more by @angelwonie

Roommates

Housemate by @locallixie

What you like Pt1. Pt2 (can’t tag this user)

When he sees me by @candlewaxandp0lar0ids

Enemies to Lovers

Cupid’s Christmas by @ballelino

Stuck with you by @corruption-skz

Detention & Desire by @xoliino

Enemies to Lovers project by @softukiyos

She’s like the wind by @nczennie

Fantasy AU

Call of the Siren by @tasteleeknow

Tight ride by @lettersfromaphrodite

Sleeping Beauty by @j-0ne25

Consort by @fizzydrink698

[violet-1atte]

Kinktober Day Twenty-Six: Masturbation - Jisung/Minho

Tags: Fingering, getting caught, roommates, voyeurism

AO3 Link

When Jisung had first learned that he was going to get a new roommate for the next semester, he was a little nervous. He had been rooming with Chan for the past year and now he had graduated, so Jisung was left to find a new roommate. Chan thankfully knew of someone who was just a year below him and in need of a roommate so Jisung agreed they could room together. He felt a little less nervous after knowing he would be with someone who Chan knew because he trusted the elder with his life, even though he had an atrocious sleep schedule. 

What he hadn’t expected was for Chan’s friend to be so hot . Lee Minho. The hottest man Jisung had ever laid eyes on. He was a walking wet dream. When he walked in the door, Jisung nearly got on his knees right then and there. He had a perfectly sculpted face–high cheekbones, a perfect nose, and a jawline one could cut marble with–and a rosebud pink mouth, and eyes that pierced through Jisung’s soul. He was clearly well built, with hard lines of muscle and prominent veins going up from his hands to his forearms. Jisung wanted to bite him. 

Not only was he hot, but he was also the funniest–albeit weirdest–and sweetest person he had ever met. He took care of him, cooked for him, and he loved cats, and put up with all of his rants about random topics that didn’t even make sense half the time. Jisung was a weak man and Minho seemed to hit all of his weaknesses square on the nose. He wanted him in every way possible, but as far as he knew, Minho wasn’t interested, even when their friendship got to the point of hanging out with each other at every waking moment. His friends said he was in denial, but he informed them that they were reading into things. 

An unfortunate outcome of living with a man who looked like he was straight out of a kdrama and had also made his way into Jisung’s life as his best friend was the incessant horniness. He had never gotten off so much in his entire life. He burned with shame every time he thought about Minho like that–above him, touching him, kissing him, fucking him . But his need always overrode the shame and he ended up touching himself to those thoughts anyway, coming with loud cries of Minho’s name. 

And that’s where he found himself one evening after Minho had left to go to his evening class. They shared a bedroom so Jisung always waited for him to be gone from their apartment or he got himself off quickly in the shower. Now he had a whole hour of free time and he wasn’t going to pass it up. 

Minho had looked especially good that day. When Jisung was crawling out of bed with messed up hair, Minho was returning from the gym, wearing nothing but some baggy shorts and a tight black tank top. His arms were bulging with muscle and his veins were even more prominent from his recent workout. And then he showered and left the bathroom with only a towel on, and Jisung nearly died right then and there. Somehow, he continued to look progressively more attractive even as he got dressed, putting on a lavender turtleneck that hugged his arms and torso and made him look so pretty he could have cried. It was too much. 

So now Jisung was here, two fingers deep in his ass, lube dripping down his thighs from the ridiculous amount he had used. Next to him on the bed was a dildo, one big enough to make him sore the next day. His chest was pressed against the bed, ass in the air, and he muffled his moans against the bed as he pumped his fingers in and out of himself. He imagined his finger’s were Minho’s. They could probably reach so much deeper than his did. Jisung’s fingers never did enough, but he knew just by the amount of times he had stared at Minho’s hands that he would be able to fill him up so well with those alone. 

He slipped in a third finger after a moment, moaning out a whiny, “Minho,” as he did so. He imagined Minho behind him, holding his waist, digging his fingers into his soft, sensitive skin. He imagined Minho calling him pretty as he stuffed his hole with three fingers and pressed them against his prostate. Jisung’s body jerked at the mere thought. 

He spread his fingers and mewled at the stretch. It was good but it wasn’t enough . He needed more, needed it desperately. He needed Minho’s touch, Minho’s cock. 

“Please, please, fuck me,” he whimpered helplessly against the sheets. No one responded, but he had an active imagination. He could almost hear Minho, his overly sweet, teasing voice echoing inside his head. “So desperate and needy, hm? You really need my cock that bad, jagi?” 

Jisung moaned and nodded. He pumped his fingers inside himself a couple times and gasped when he just barely brushed against his prostate. “Yes, Minho-hyung, I need you so bad .” He bit his lip as he began to push his pinky finger against his rim to fill himself up with four fingers. The stretch burned a bit but it wasn’t his first time doing it. He let himself adjust for a moment before his began fucking himself like that. 

The stretch felt good but he couldn’t get deep enough. He let out a huff of frustration and removed his fingers. He was stretched enough. He could take the dildo now. It wasn’t a real cock but he could close his eyes and pretend it was Minho he was riding. 

He positioned himself on his knees and placed the dildo against his hole. He bit his lip as he began to sink down on it and a whimper caught in his throat. It stretched his hole more than even his four fingers could and by the time he’d fully sat on it he was already breathless. He raised him on shaky legs and then dropped his hips. His mouth fell open in a moan and he closed his eyes, letting the pleasure warming his stomach take over his senses. He imagined Minho in front of him, holding his hips as he rode him. He imagined him kissing his neck, praising him with his soft lips pressed against him. Jisung shuddered. 

“ Hyungg ,” he whined. A drop of sweat ran down his face. “Minho, Minho.” Minho’s name spilled from his mouth like a desperate prayer. He wanted him so bad it hurt. He was so fucking desperate, so needy. He needed Minho. Minho, Minho, Minho. 

He was so lost in the pleasure twisting in his stomach and filling his head with a pleasant buzz that he didn’t notice the sound of the front door opening. He didn’t hear the footsteps approaching the door, or the creak of the door as it opened. His own moans and Minho’s name were the only sounds his ears registered. That was until the subject of his fantasies started to speak, clearly not paying much attention either. 

“So apparently my professor canceled class and decided to just not tell, so I went all the way–oh shit.” 

Jisung’s eyes shot open and he snapped his head to the side to see Minho standing in the doorway, completely frozen in shock. His bag slipped from his hand. Jisung stopped all his movement and then rushed to move off the dildo and pull a pillow over his lap. 

“Hyung!” he exclaimed, cheeks aflame. “I-I thought you were going to be gone.” 

“I was!” Minho said back, his voice cracking. “I’m so sorry I–” he paused and his eyebrows furrowed. “Were you saying my name?”

Jisung’s stomach sank. Oh fuck . Minho had just seen him getting himself off. While saying his name . And he heard . He felt tears spring to his eyes and his entire body burned. “I–I’m so sorry, hyung. I was—I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d hear. Oh no, now you’re uncomfortable. I’m so so sorry , you must be so disgusted, I can leave. I’m so sorry, Minho-hyung.” He didn’t even realize he had started crying until he saw the droplets begin to fall onto his pillow. He buried his face into his hands as his chest heaved with a sob. 

“What? No– no , Jisung-ah, stop that, don’t cry. Shit.” Suddenly Minho was beside him and he was immediately enveloped in his scent, which somehow managed to comfort him even in this situation. “I’m not disgusted at all–really jagi, I promise. Hey come on, look at me.” 

Jisung hesitantly removed his hands from his face and tilted his head up to look at Minho. He didn’t look disgusted with him at all. In fact, Jisung couldn’t even read his facial expression. But he didn’t look upset. 

“There you are,” Minho said softly. He cupped Jisung’s cheeks and brushed his tears away. “I promise I’m not upset at all. Quite the opposite.” 

Jisung wasn’t sure his brain was working properly. “Huh?”

“You really are so dense,” Minho huffed, but there was no bite behind his words. “I’m not disgusted because I like you, Jisungie. In fact I’m kind of ecstatic that you were just getting off saying my name. I’d be hard right now if you weren’t crying.” 

Jisung’s eyes went comically wide and his jaw dropped. “You–you– what? ” he gasped eloquently. “You’re not disgusted? And you like me too? Please tell me I’m not dreaming, hyung.” 

Instead of responding, Minho pulled his face closer and pressed his lips to his. Jisung squeaked but quickly melted into the kiss. He closed his eyes and committed to memory every detail–the softness of Minho’s lips, the taste of his chapstick, the smell of his cologne filling his lungs, the gentle touch of his hands on his cheeks. He never wanted to forget this. 

When Minho pulled away, Jisung stared at him, starstruck. “That give you enough of an answer?” he asked with a playful smirk. 

“Oh my gosh,” Jisung breathed. “Holy shit. Wow.”

“Yeah, so… You’ve got nothing to worry about. I didn’t mind one bit.” Minho smiled and Jisung felt a blush creeping up his cheeks. 

“Ugh, that’s still so embarrassing though…” he whined. “I can’t believe you walked in on me like that.” 

“Nothing to be embarrassed about, jagi,” Minho said softly. Jisung felt a chill run up his spine. “Actually…you know… I wouldn’t mind if you finished. There’s definitely more I want to do to you now that our feelings are out in the open, but I liked what I saw. And I kinda want to watch.” 

Jisung’s blood rushed south so fast he felt almost dizzy. Arousal pooled in his stomach and he licked his lips. “I think–I think I could do that,” he said bashfully. Minho grinned and Jisung’s stomach swooped. 

“Yeah? How bout I sit back then while you touch yourself. Then I’ll touch you more if you’re still up for it.” 

Jisung nodded quickly, his arousal already making thinking difficult. “Yes, yeah. Sounds good. Can you um–can you kiss me again first? Please?” 

“Of course my Jisungie,” Minho said with a sweet smile. Jisung’s heart nearly melted.

Minho grabbed his jaw and directed him to tilt his head so he could slot their lips together. Jisung moaned against his mouth as he squeezed his jaw and Minho slipped his tongue inside. Jisung couldn’t hold back his whimpers and Minho swallowed down every one of them as he kissed him deep. So deep. And with more passion and feeling than Jisung had ever experienced in a kiss. It was like he poured all his feelings into a single searing kiss and it was almost too much. 

When Minho pulled away, Jisung was back to full hardness again. Minho smiled at him and pecked his lips once more. “Good?” he asked. 

“Mhm, perfect,” Jisung mumbled. Minho moved back and Jisung hesitantly removed the pillow from his lap. He swallowed thickly at the weight of Minho’s gaze on him as he went to pick up his dildo again and grabbed the lube. His hands shook as he uncapped the bottle and squirted a decent amount onto the silicon. 

“Wh-what do you want me to do, hyung-ah?” he asked, his voice small. 

“Just touch yourself like you were before. I wanna see how you make yourself feel good while you think about me.” Jisung shuddered and nodded. He considered for a second that maybe Minho wanted to observe him to see what he liked. And that made him burn hotter. 

He positioned the dildo underneath himself like he had before and carefully sank down. He was still fully stretched but that didn’t take away from the pleasurable feeling of getting stuffed full again. He squeezed his eyes shut as he lowered his ass down until he bottomed out. He let out a shaky sigh that bordered on a moan as he let himself adjust. He heard Minho shuffling and then he spoke up. 

“Want you to open your eyes, jagiyah,” he said. “I want you to look at me.” 

Jisung inhaled and opened his eyes. Seeing Minho was like a punch to the gut in the best way, because how had he already gotten so worked up? He was just as red as Jisung probably was, maybe even redder, and he was looking at Jisung like he could eat him. “Hyung,” he whined and Minho licked his lips, going to palm himself through his pants. 

“Come on, Jisung-ah. I know you must be worked up. So go on. Be a good boy and fuck yourself on your dildo for me,” he instructed. A knot tightened in Jisung’s stomach and he let out an obscene moan at just his words. Fuck.

“O-okay,” he whimpered. He grabbed hold of the base of the dildo and lifted his hip so that he could begin fucking down onto it. It was so much easier to imagine it was Minho’s cock with him right there, watching him with hooded eyes. Still, he couldn’t wait until it was the real thing. He needed to feel Minho, hot and pulsing inside of him. 

His thighs quivered as he slammed back down on the dildo and tilted it just right so that it hit his prostate. The knot in his stomach tightened and he let out a strangled moan. “Mm-Minho-yah,” he moaned, his mouth going slack. Minho started undoing his belt and slipped his hand into his pants, and in response Jisung picked up his pace. He was so desperate from not getting his release before Minho came in and now with Minho actually there everything felt so much more intense. 

“How’s it feel?” Minho asked and Jisung could hear the strain in his voice. 

Jisung’s breath hitched and his hole clenched around the dildo. “F-feels soo good, nghh, just wan’ it to be your c-cock,” he hiccuped. Minho hissed and the sound made him feel giddy. 

“Fuck, Jisung. You’ll get my cock, I want to fuck you so bad. Make yourself come first though. Then I’ll take care of you so well, my sweet boy,” he promised. 

Jisung nodded vigorously and put more focus into coming. His thighs burned but he still bounced on the fake cock with as much energy as he could muster. He tried to thrust up to meet the rolls of his hips but it was a bit difficult with the angle. He needed more.

He took in a shuddering breath and wrapped his free hand around his cock as he fucked himself on the dildo. His needy moans, keens, and sighs filled the room. Precum dripped down his cock in little droplets which made the slide of his hand easier but it was also a little embarrassing that he was turned on so much. Luckily, Minho didn’t seem to mind, especially with how his eyes moved to the motion of Jisung’s hand over his dick. 

His orgasm was steadily approaching as he continued touching himself. Pleasure curled in his stomach at the combined stimulation and when he looked over at Minho again his mind reeled. His heated gaze scorched Jisung’s skin. He wanted him so badly it hurt. 

“ Please , Minho-hyung, please, I need to come,” he whimpered. His cheeks burned and he knew he probably looked like a disheveled mess, but Minho was still staring at him like he was the epitome of beauty and sex. He’d never felt so wanted. 

“Come for me, jagi,” Minho said, his voice rough. Jisung wanted to hear it over and over again. 

The pleasure melting Jisung’s insides built up quicker than he anticipated. His moans became more frequent and in between each sound he muttered, “Minho, Minho, Minho.” Minho held his gaze the whole time, his hand moving over his cock in his pants in time with Jisung’s thrusts. And when Minho moaned softly with one particular twist of his wrist, the knot in Jisung’s stomach came undone. “Ohhh f-fuckk , hyung!” Jisung exclaimed. His jaw dropped and he choked on a moan as his hole spasmed around the dildo and his cock spilled cum all over his hand. The corners of his vision went black for a second and he shook like a leaf throughout the entire thing. His orgasm wracked his entire body and it felt like he was coming for ages, even if it had only been a few seconds. Minho’s eyes never left him. 

When he was completely finished, Jisung let out a soft groan and crumpled up on the bed from exhaustion. Holy shit.

“Goodness, Jisung-ah. My Jisungie.” Minho got up from where he had been watching and moved to Jisung’s side. He brushed Jisung’s sweaty hair out of his face and cupped his heated cheek. “That was so fucking hot. Shit, you’re so hot. I loved that. Did you, love?” 

“Mhmm,” Jisung nodded softly, a warm feeling spreading through his chest at the nickname. “I did. Was so good, hyungie.”

“I’m glad.” He brushed his thumb over Jisung’s lip and he took it into his mouth. He swirled the tongue around the digit and Minho inhaled sharply. Jisung couldn’t help but smirk. 

“Are you up for more?” Minho asked for a moment. Jisung’s heart stuttered in his chest and he swallowed. Getting to have Minho like this was going to take some getting used to. 

“Yes, please,” he said eagerly. “Just let me rest for a minute and then you can fuck me for real. Please.” 

Minho grinned and leaned down to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I can’t wait.”

[kittykat-25]

And They Were Roommates- A Chan Oneshot

Pairing: Chan x Reader

Genre: Roommates to lovers, Protective Channie

Summary: Going out on dates to get over your crush on your roommate was a great idea until you have to call him for help.

You lock the stall door behind you and pull your phone out quickly hitting the number on your most recents. Please answer! please answer! You think as it rings. You know he’s working, praying he’s not in a meeting, you start to lose hope when your favorite roommates voice fills your ears. “Hey!” Chan answered, “please come get me Channie.” You beg. The desperation in your voice has him standing up from his seat. “What’s wrong? Where are you?” He asked already packing up his bag, ignoring the stares from the other producers in the studio. You quickly sent him the address. “He’s a creep Chan. I’m not getting in his car and I’m scared if I walk home he’ll follow me.” Chan clenched his fist, he knew he should’ve talked you out of this date the second you told him about it but he let Han and Bin calm him down. Chalking it up to jealousy. Sure he has had a crush on you since Han offered you the fourth bedroom, pushing it aside to be friends and he truly cherished your friendship, he was also convinced you’d never feel the same way. “I’m on my way.” He said into the phone, “where are you now?” He heard you laugh, the sound alone calming his nerves. “Hiding in the bathroom. Our food isn’t even here yet and I’m debating on climbing out the window.” Chan chuckled. “We both know you’d end up hurting yourself. Just stay put and I’ll come get you.” You thanked him profusely before hanging up and walking out of the stall. You knew this date wouldn’t have ended well, you honestly didn’t have high hopes for it to start with. But you were putting yourself out there, trying to get over your crush on the beautiful Aussie currently coming to your rescue. You had fallen for Chan so quickly after moving in with them. Han being the wonderful friend he is offered you the spare room in their apartment when your lease ended, you were skeptical about moving in with three guys, producers at that but once you met the two other boys you were sold. The other five friends of theirs had quickly taken you in as well but you had bonded to Chan on a different level. Maybe it was your crush but you clicked well enough for him to become your rock, the one who kept you stable.

You debating staying in the bathroom until he came but your bag was still at the table. Cursing yourself you pushed open the bathroom door and begrudgingly made your way back to the table. Your date however was standing at the bar flirting with a cocktail waitress. You thanked the lucky stars and grabbed your bag. Hoping to sneak out the door. You saw Chan through the window and went to walk towards him when a hand came down around your wrist. “Where are you going baby?” Your date asked, grip getting tighter on your wrist. You turned, yanking your arm out of his grasp. “I have to go. You can go back to your waitress.” You said with a sarcastic smile. He chuckled, making all the hairs on your body stand up. “I took you to a nice place. I paid for your meal. I think you can at least put out. You know since I did all of this.” You rolled your eyes, “a meal I didn’t get to eat? All you’ve done is make me uncomfortable so no thanks.” You stated before turning around, your face collided with a chest and the familiar smell of Chan engulfing you. “Everything alright here?” He asked, sliding you behind him. Your hand grasped in his, “we’re fine bro. That’s my date. We’re trying to have a meal.” He scoffed at Chan. Chan looked back at you, then turned to face your date. “Looks like she’s leaving bro.” His voice icy and cold. Not the normal Chan you’re used to. He turned and started to lead you out of the restaurant when your date reached forward to grab you again, Chans hand came down on his arm. “Do not touch her again.” Chan ground out. His grip tightened until the man let go of you. Before tucking you safely in from of him and walking outside.

Once the spring air hit you felt yourself breath fully for the first time since you left the house. “Thank you Chan.” You said quietly, “sorry you had to come rescue me.” Chan lead you away from the restaurant, still tucked against his body. “Why are you apologizing?” He asked. “I just know your busy and I pulled you away from important things to help me over some stupid date and-“ you started to continue when Chan gently cut you off, “you are important to me. Work will always be there but I will prioritize your safety over everything.” You stopped and threw your arms around his neck, breathing in the comforting smell of his cologne. “Thank you Channie.” You mumble into his neck. His arms wrap around you squeezing you tighter into him. “Why did you go on a date with that guy to start with?” He asked as you resumed your walk home. You felt your face heat up, looking down at the sidewalk to hide it you quietly answered, “I was trying to put myself out there.” Chan chuckled, “but with someone like that?” You shook your head, “he asked and I figured why not? The person I actually want doesn’t want me back.” You immediately regretted your words the second that came out. Chan pulling you to a stop. “Woah who do you actually want?” He asked, surprising himself with how steady it came out despite his heart rate spiking. “I’m not saying.” You stated as you continued walking. “We don’t keep secrets.” Chan said catching up to you. “Well you know them and it’ll make it weird.” You shot back, knowing you were being too defensive. “Everyone I know would never be dumb enough to not be with you given the chance.” He retorted. You paused, “what?” You asked, making sure you heard him right. “Which of my idiotic friends are stupid enough to turn you down? Because I would give anything to be in their position.” He quickly fired back, not processing what he said. You pulled his hand, which still engulfed yours to a stop. He looked down, trying to hide the blush which now covered his ears. “Chan.” You prodded, hoping for some sort of explanation. “I’m sorry. I know you like someone and you don’t really want your friend confessing to you like this. I don’t want to burden you, I know you’ll never feel the same but I like you. And it kills me that someone is dumb enough to not realize what a treasure you are.” He said quietly, slowly pulling his hand out of yours. After a minute of you being silent he looked up to find you staring at him, mouth slightly open with tears in your eyes. “Why are you-“ not even letting him finish the question you closed the distance between you, throwing your arms around his neck and bringing his lips to yours. Chan stood in shock for about a second before kissing you back. When you pulled back slightly, leaning your head against his. “It’s you. You’re the idiot I didn’t think liked me back.” You giggled. Chans face broke into a massive smile before he pulled you back in for another kiss. When you pulled back again he pulled you closely to his side, “come on let’s get you some food and go home.” Walking side by side you were so glad you went out on this horrible date, and thanking every star for the wonderful man at your side.

A/N: So for someone like myself who is a Danceracha girly through and through. I always get carried away with Chan Fics😂 I don’t know what it is about this man but I had to cut off the ending to not drag this out! But I hope you enjoy🤍

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𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 ( l. minho x h. jisung ) - 00.

chapter 00. words: 2.1k

The crisp mountain air lingered faintly on your clothes as you dragged the last suitcase down the dimly lit hallway. This was it: your new home. For the first time in your twenty one years, you were moving out of your quiet village into a place that could hold something exciting, something life-changing—or at least, that’s what you told yourself.

“Come on, push harder! This thing won’t fit,” your best friend, Y/bsf/n, grumbled as she struggled to shove a box through the narrow doorway.

“Stay calm! Look, tilt it a little like this,” you replied, shifting the box slightly until it finally slid into your new apartment with a satisfying thud. The two of you paused, leaning against the doorframe, breathless and laughing.

The hallway was comically small, just two doors facing each other, with scuffed beige walls that seemed to have seen their fair share of new tenants. Your apartment was modest—two bedrooms, a cool bathroom, a walk in kitchen, and a living area that barely fit the second-hand couch you’d brought. But it was yours, and that was enough for now. You glanced at Y/bsf/n, whose usual cheeky grin was stretched wide across her face.

“What are you staring at? It’s not a palace, but you’ll see…” she teased, tossing her hair back dramatically.

You rolled your eyes. “I was just thinking… we’re really here. It feels weird, doesn’t it?”

She shrugged. “Weird is our trademark. Now get in there and start unpacking!”

As you hauled the last bag inside, the door across the hallway creaked open just a crack, and a pair of tired brown eyes peeked out. Han Jisung leaned against the doorframe, his fluffy brown hair sticking out in every direction, still wearing the oversized hoodie he’d thrown on after practice. It had been a grueling night for him and his bandmates, working on choreography for their upcoming concert. He hadn’t expected to be woken up early by the sound of doors slamming and muffled voices in a language he didn’t recognize.

“What the…” he muttered, running a hand through his hair and squinting at the noise coming from your side of the hallway. He could hear two voices, animated and cheerful despite the ungodly hour.

“...Can you believe we found a place this cheap?” your best friend’s voice rang out, pulling a groggy sigh from Jisung’s lips.

“Cheap? More like a shoebox with a door,” you shot back, grinning as Y/bsf/n shoved you playfully.

“Hey!” Jisung’s voice cracked slightly as he called out, stepping fully into the hallway. He hadn’t meant to sound so sharp, but sleep deprivation had robbed him of his usual charm. You and Y/bsf/n froze mid-motion, turning toward the sound. For a moment, no one said anything.

You blinked, your heart skipping a beat as your eyes landed on him. It took a second for your brain to catch up. Han Jisung. Standing there in front of you. Your mind scrambled to piece together the surreal image: messy hair, hoodie, unmistakably tired but still undeniably him. Your chest tightened, a strange mixture of panic and disbelief flooding through you.

“…What did he say?” Y/bsf/n whispered in your ear, clearly just as confused as you were.

“Uh…” you stammered, fumbling for words, and then switched to English. “Sorry, we didn’t mean to be loud.”

Jisung’s irritation softened slightly when he noticed the genuine apology in your voice. He looked between you and Y/bsf/n, who was still watching him with wide eyes.

“It’s okay,” he replied, his voice softer this time. “I just… had a long night. Didn’t mean to snap.”

“Oh, um… sorry again. We just moved in,” you explained, your accent making the words lilting and soft. Y/bsf/n elbowed you gently, mouthing something you didn’t catch. You ignored her, your focus entirely on Jisung.

“You’re… new neighbors?” he asked, gesturing vaguely toward your door.

You nodded quickly. “Yes, we are.”

He gave a small smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Well… welcome, I guess. Sorry about the hallway. It’s kind of small.”

“Yeah, it’s… cozy,” you replied, mentally cringing at your choice of words.

Before the conversation could stretch into an awkward silence, a second figure appeared behind Jisung. Minho—Lee Minho, you realized, your heart doing another uncomfortable somersault—peeked out, resting his chin on Jisung’s shoulder.

“What’s going on?” Minho asked, his voice still heavy with sleep. His eyes flickered toward you and Y/bsf/n, and then back to Jisung.

“New neighbors,” Jisung murmured.

Minho’s gaze lingered on you for a second longer than was comfortable before he offered a polite nod. “Welcome,” he said simply, before retreating back into their apartment.

“Sorry again about the noise,” you said quickly, your cheeks burning as Jisung followed Minho back inside, the door clicking shut behind them. For a long moment, the hallway was silent.

“So… that was Han Jisung?” Y/bsf/n asked finally, breaking the tension. Her tone was casual, but you could see the glint of mischief in her eyes.

“Yes,” you muttered, dragging your suitcase the rest of the way into the apartment. “and lee minho.”

The door closed behind you with a faint creak, and you exhaled a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Y/bsf/n immediately flopped onto the couch, stretching out dramatically and tossing her arm over her face.

“Okay, let’s be real—what just happened?” she asked, her voice muffled by the cushion. “That was Han Jisung, right? Like, the Han Jisung?”

You sank onto the armrest of the couch, your hands fidgeting nervously in your lap. “Yes. It was him. And Minho. They live across the hall.”

Y/bsf/n shot upright, her eyes wide. “They live here? Oh my God, you’re going to see him every day. You’re going to—”

“Stop,” you interrupted, burying your face in your hands. “Don’t make it a big deal. He’s just a person. A really famous, really talented person… who now probably thinks we’re the most annoying neighbors ever.”

Y/bsf/n smirked, leaning forward to poke your arm. “Oh, please. You were polite, and honestly, you didn’t even fangirl. I’m proud of you.”

You groaned, standing up to unpack the nearest box. “I’m not going to fangirl over my neighbor. That’s embarrassing.”

She hummed thoughtfully, watching you dig through the box. “You say that now, but what about when you bump into him again? Or when you hear him singing through the walls? Or—”

“Can we focus on unpacking?” you cut her off, pulling out a stack of plates and heading toward the kitchen. “I need to set up the kitchen so we can eat something later. And you can unpack your room instead of sitting there and teasing me.”

“Fine,” she sighed dramatically, standing up and grabbing her own suitcase. “But mark my words, this is going to be fun to watch.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. The two of you spent the next hour unpacking in relative silence, save for the occasional clatter of dishes or a laugh as you discovered yet another random item Y/bsf/n had insisted on bringing. Your tiny kitchen slowly came to life, each cabinet filling with mismatched plates, glasses, and the essentials you’d brought from home.

Y/bsf/n poked her head into the kitchen after finishing her room, holding up a framed photo of the two of you. “Where should this go?”

You smiled, wiping your hands on a dish towel. “Living room, maybe? It’ll make the place feel cozier.”

She nodded and placed it on the small table by the couch. As she stepped back to admire it, she glanced toward the door. “Do you think they’re talking about us?”

You followed her gaze, a strange fluttering in your chest at the thought. “Probably not. They’re probably too busy… being them.” or doing each other. either way it sounds pretty hot for your fantasies, unfortunately. Your hands busy to clean up the next bowl that your mother overpacked for you and your bubbly friend.

Y/bsf/n laughed, plopping onto the couch again. “I bet they’re not even thinking about us. But still, this is going to be interesting. Us, living next to literal celebrities. You couldn’t write this stuff.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “Yeah, well, let’s just try not to get evicted for being loud on our first day.” You stepped into the kitchen, the golden afternoon sunlight filtering through the window, casting a soft glow across the warm, rustic space. It was your favorite corner of the house—a place where nostalgia and comfort intertwined. Cream-colored cabinets lined the walls, their vintage charm complemented by wooden countertops that seemed to tell stories of meals shared and laughter exchanged. A farmhouse sink sat proudly under the window, its porcelain surface still damp from the morning's dishes. The black faucet arched elegantly, its modern touch contrasting gently with the room's aged character. You can already imagined the shared moments with y/bsf/n there.

You eyes drifted to the open wooden shelves above, lined with glass jars of spices, mugs of mismatched shapes, and a small framed photograph that leaned casually against the wall. A tall snake plant stretched toward the ceiling, its green leaves reaching like a quiet companion observing the day unfold. Hanging from the ceiling, a row of exposed bulbs dangled like little suns, suspended from a wooden beam—an industrial touch softened by the room's cozy spirit.

You ran your hand across the kitchen island as you passed, where a lemon sat next to a vase of dried flowers—simple things, yet they made the room feel alive. The faint scent of wood and herbs lingered in the air as you paused to look at the framed landscape painting above. It had belonged to your grandmother, a woman whose kitchen always smelled of bread and fresh herbs. Here, surrounded by plants that grew freely and cutting boards stacked like art, you could still feel your grandmother’s spirit—warm, gentle, and forever a part of this place.

She threw a pillow at you, and the two of you dissolved into laughter, the tension of the morning finally giving way to the comfort of being with your best friend in your new home. As you folded up the last of the empty boxes, your mind wandered back to the hallway. You couldn’t help but imagine what Jisung and Minho were doing just on the other side of the wall. Were they still talking about you and Y/bsf/n? Or had they already moved on with their day? Maybe Jisung was sprawled out on a couch, headphones on, nodding his head to a beat only he could hear. You pictured Minho beside him, scrolling through his phone or teasing Jisung for something small—maybe for the hoodie that still looked two sizes too big. The image was so vivid, you could almost hear the soft hum of their voices blending with the faint music playing in the background.

“They probably don’t even remember us,” you muttered to yourself, trying to shake the thought away.

“What?” Y/bsf/n called from her room, clearly having overheard.

“Nothing!” you replied quickly, feeling your cheeks heat up.

But even as you busied yourself with organizing the last few items, the thought of Jisung’s soft smile and Minho’s steady presence lingered in the back of your mind, tugging at your curiosity. Later, you curled up on the beige sofa in the living room, cradling a cup of tea as the last rays of sunlight painted golden streaks on the walls. The room was quiet, filled only with the faint hum of the outside world and the ticking of a clock. Across the room, the light wood floor glowed softly, its surface interrupted only by a cream shag rug that stretched beneath the coffee table. The table—round and woven from rattan—held a small vase of fresh flowers y/bsf/n had brought over that afternoon after a short walk to get some fresh air. They were a mix of pinks and whites, a burst of life amidst the neutral palette.

You leaned back against the plush cushions of the L-shaped sofa, her eyes drifting up to the three framed prints above. They were minimal, depicting architectural scenes in faded sepia tones. Your mind wandered as you traced their outlines, imagining the stories hidden within those buildings. Above you, a rattan pendant light hung like a lantern, its glow gentle and familiar when night finally came.

To your right, sheer curtains swayed softly in the breeze, framing the large window that overlooked the garden. A tall, leafy plant sat in the corner—its green leaves bathed in sunlight. Another stood by the TV console, where the television lay silent, surrounded by carefully chosen decorations: a framed photo, a small stack of books, and yet another potted plant.

You smiled faintly, pulling your legs beneath you as you tucked the blanket closer. This room was simple, yet every element—from the plants to the wooden furniture—whispered calmness. It felt like a space suspended in time, where every corner, every ray of light, and every carefully chosen detail told a story.

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