pairing:idol!han jisung xtrainee!gn reader genre: fluff, suggestive, kinda friends to lovers word count: 1.2k warning: cursing
✦ 。description: han jisung catching you reading smut about him
“Let’s get inside, baby. Let me warm you up.” You adjusted the way you sat on the café couch, feeling that the fic you’re reading was starting to become a little… well…hot. The soft jazz music playing in the background did not help at all.
It was a cold morning on a Sunday; the coffee shop beside the company building was less crowded than usual. The snow stopped a while earlier, yet it still felt cold inside. Who were you to complain, though? Your formerly hot coffee remained ignored on the table. You were too invested in scrolling to even bother at this point.
Jisung ran a hand on your waist, staring at you intently. He started to place swift kisses on your neck then down to the exposed skin of your shoulders. A shudder ran down your whole body as if you felt what you were reading. This was not your first time reading fanfiction. Still, there was never a time that you weren’t amazed by how excellent the writers were. You feel every single word. Except this was not a good time to feel something since it’s fucking smut, and you are most definitely not in a private place right now.
♡.genre: suggestive (that really isnt a genre but idk in what category to put this gdsjhg)
♡. summary: you two are only best friends and nothing more, yet why does your heart always seem to race when he is around?
♡.a/n: this is basically sexual tension with skz lmao. if someone likes it i’ll post the maknae line too but for now, enjoy this. special thanks to laure @byunfirstlady for reading this for me and being so supportive as always ily <3
꒰ °CHAN ꒱ - sitting in his lap while he works on a new song
Just as the hours went by, Chan’s patience was starting to run thin too, getting more and more frustrated by the minute. It seemed like nothing was going his way as he sat there in front on his laptop, typing, deleting, cutting and adding other sounds and melodies to the new song he was making. So, being his best friend, you wasted no time in standing up from the small couch to approach him when he finally pushed his chair away and let his head fall back with a sigh, running his hands over his beautiful bare face.
Without saying a word, you then plopped yourself in his lap, the same one that’s been silently urging you to do so since the beginning of this little hang out. And Chan being Chan didn’t say anything and only let his arms come and wrap themselves around your form, pulling you closer to make sure you were actually comfortable.
“Let’s take a break, yeah?”
He agreed with a nod, letting his head slowly fall down to bury his face in the crock of your neck. The feeling of him letting out a tired sigh against your sensitive flesh almost made you shiver, that paired with him inhaling your sweet scent before basking in it enough to drive you crazy. It felt so comfortable, so right to be this close to him when it shouldn’t. You weren’t a couple; these types of touches should not be shared so easily between you two.
You melted into his arms, feeling like the happiest person in the world as you shifted slightly to find an even more comfortable position. It was like floating on a cloud, so serene and peaceful that if it was a dream, you never wanted to wake -
“Stop moving.” Came his voice full of exhaustion, a bit shaky and airy as his hold on you tightened to keep you still. Oh-
But where was the fun in that?
Crossing one leg over the other, the action still provided just enough friction to make the man under you actually groan this time, the sound so sweet and hot that it had your heart almost beat out of your chest.
“Y/n.” he warned, unwrapping his arms from around your waist and planting them on your hips, succeeding in keeping you still as he caught his breath, calming down. You could feel his own heart pound against your back, visibly just as nervous as you were. Chan was always so composed and put together, some might say ‘cocky’ yet right now, under you, he was slowly but surely falling apart just because of your little teasing touches and that realization had your heart swell up with pride.
Dammed be the title you put on your relationship, that honestly didn’t matter anymore.
Turning your head to the side, his own was still in your neck, hiding away from the world and your burning stare. Wanting him to lift his gaze, you leaned in and planted a peck on his soft cheek, making sure to linger there for a few moments more to give him the opportunity to memorize the feeling of your lips on his skin and ultimately, crave more.
“Channie.” You whined when his only response was to hug you closer, not granting your wish to see his eyes. To see the desire in them.
