↳ Jisung’s your best friend, but he’s been feeling a little irritable lately. In an effort to lift his mood, you plan an evening of fun. But it turns out to be quite different…
↳Female reader x Han
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!Strong language, friends to lovers au, roommates au, angst and sexual tension, references to pornography, submissive Jisung, dominant reader, explicit sexual content, unintentional voyeurism, oral sex (f. and m. rec), fingering (f. rec), squirting, spanking, hair pulling, praise and instruction, adult themes throughout !
Wandering absently around the supermarket, you pursed your lips as you browsed the ice cream stored behind the frosty freezer door.
You smiled in satisfaction as you found the one you were looking for. Cookie dough flavour had always been his favourite, and you only hoped the small treat would help to pull him out of the funk he’d been in lately.
Living with your best friend was nothing short of amazing, and you loved it 99% of the time.
The other 1% of your experience with him was less than pleasant, but that was only when he got those days where he was snappy and frustrated. You were never sure why he got so irritable, and he’d never tell you. So you made it a point to avoid him, give him his space, and just be there if he needed you.
And today was one of those days.
He’d been utterly short with you this morning before you left for work, practically ushering you out of the door before you’d even had a chance to put your shoes on. You couldn’t help but feel like he was actively tryingto get rid of you, which was so unlike him. You normally couldn’t move for Jisung whining your name or sneaking into your room to spend some time with you, whether that was to watch a movie or simply cuddle. It was all completely platonic, of course. You’d never risk embarrassing him on the few occasions that he had gotten a little… overexcited by the contact. He’d just make his stammered excuses, leaving your room with flushed cheeks and an impossibly apparent erection.
pairing: librarian!changbin x afab reader x frat boy!jisung
requested: no
genre: fluff, smut, just a tinge of angst (minorsdni)
warnings: fingering (f receiving), semi-public sex, lowkey exhibitionism, cum eating, unprotected sex (be safe) and use of the pull out method (do not do this)
wordcount: 6.8k
a/n: my own contribution to my own collab! a big thank you to all of the other fabulous writers who participated, pls go read their fics! this is quite self indulgent as it is my dream to get railed in a library, but thank you to @seo–changbin for giving me inspo on librarian changbin and @ddeungies for helping me figure out the smut scene also lowkey contributing to the glorification of frat boys with jisung in this fic, so just a reminder to make sure you and your partner get tested before any kind of sexual interaction (be safe y'all). enjoyyy (also yes the title is from rpdr)
photos not mine, credits to original owners (retrieved from pinterest)
For better, or for worse, the summer camp you and Felix work at has been a mainstay since the two of you were children. Now in university, working there became an easy way to make some money to line your pockets, the rhythms of it become as easy as breathing, alongside the laundry list of ridiculous rules that keep getting grandfathered in due to unforeseen circumstances.
The lake is cordoned off after midnight courtesy of a skinny dipping mishap with Chan one year, trying to impress his crush. No curry on Friday nights, especially not after the mystery slop Jisung fed to a group of campers who vomited for what seemed like weeks. And after Hyunjin’s shower room misadventures with his then-girlfriend?
No dating between camp staff. None. Zero.
Ultimately, maybe you’re better for it. Without the distractions of other people, work became the priority: between arts and crafts and teaching how to ride a canoe, summers became a time filled to the brim with responsibility and soaking in the sun.
That is, however, before he had heard you, had to lie there inside your shared tent, felt the way your body shifted as you tensed and relax to the slick of your fingers onto your cunt. In turn, you heard the soft growl of his voice, felt the tension of his clenching thighs as he came, the unmistakable moan as he did so.
Then, the dating ban becomes unbearable, as are all these attempts to skirt past it.
