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You covered your mouth to muffle your moans as you quickly rubbed your fingers against your clit. You were leaning against the shower wall, the scorching water flowing down your naked body while you got yourself off.
Masturbating in the shower wasn’t a thing you’d normally do but you’d been so horny the past few weeks that it just became a habit.
It was all because of Jisung.
You always knew he was attractive. Even when you had met him three years earlier you were drawn to him. The universe didn’t care though since you and Jisung had ended up becoming best friends instead of lovers.
Within your second year of friendship you had become roommates. Any hopes you had of being with Jisung had faded but that didn’t mean that you wouldn’t always have some sort of secret infatuation with him.
Jisung had changed immensely since when you first met. His face matured, making him even more handsome, and it was no secret that he had been working out.
His biceps were huge and he constantly showed them off with all those sleeveless tops he wore. When he’d walk around shirtless you’d constantly find yourself staring at his back muscles and the way that they rippled when he moved. And the cherry on top was his waist. It had already been small but the muscles on his back and thighs had made it look even better.
Throughout your friendship, you had done a great job suppressing the side of you that was in love with Han Jisung. But recently it was like you just couldn’t help yourself.
Today, Jisung had gone to the store so you decided to sit down and watch a movie. You were spread out comfortably on the couch silently watching the cheesy drama when the door opened and in came Jisung.
He sat the groceries down in the kitchen then walked over and plopped down right next to you. “Mm I love this movie,” he said, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and pulling you into him.
It was something he always did when you two watched tv but he never knew the warm feeling it would give you every time he’d pull you into a cuddle.
You’d always forget what happened in the movie since your attention would be on Jisung the entire time.
It was especially hard to control yourself this time since you were practically laying on him and all you could think about were how his arms were around you, one hand resting on your thigh.
Wild desires filled your head. Jisung’s tongue on your pussy, licking you as you came. You riding Jisung in the backseat of his car that you loved. You and Jisung on your couch, except for this time his hands would be touching you in places way more intimate than just your thigh.
You wanted him on the couch, the kitchen table, his car, his bed, your bed, god you’d take him anywhere.
You wanted Jisung badly, and in so many ways.
“Fuck,” you moaned as you came onto your fingers. You wrapped your arm around your throat wishing it was his hand and leaned back into the wall.
This really shouldn’t have became a habit, but when you’d go all day wanting Jisung so much, you had to let off steam somehow.
You wrapped yourself in a towel, then opened the door that connected the bathroom that you and Jisung shared, to your bedroom. You walked through and went straight to your dresser when a sound from behind you made you jump.
“Jesus,” you whispered, whirling around to find Jisung sitting on your bed looking up at you. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, fiddling with the hem of his shirt but still maintaining eye contact. Not daring to look down at your towel wrapped figure.
That was the thing about Jisung, he was respectful as hell. You could be butt ass naked in a room with him and he still wouldn’t dare to look. Sometimes it made you crazy, because all you wanted was to see him look at you. To drag his eyes all over your body, memorizing every curve.
But he never did.
“Why are you in my room?” You asked, adjusting your towel before it fell off. He looked away glancing towards your pile of dirty laundry. “I was just looking for my shirt that you borrowed the other day, but it’s not too big of a deal.”
Before you could even say anything he was out the door and you were left alone again.
Closing and locking both doors, you put on your pajamas and crawled into your bed.
The last thing on your mind when you drifted off to sleep, like always, was Jisung.
You’re awoken by a knock on your bedroom door, being too lazy to open your eyes, you choose to ignore it. A few seconds later the door opens and somebody sits down next to you, sinking the other side of your bed.
You nuzzle your head deeper into the pillow, continuing to ignore the presence of the intruder. “Wake up,” Jisung whispers from behind you.
“Mm,” you mumble. You feel him leaning over you and a light touch on your face as he tucks your hair behind your ear which erupts a deep warmth into your stomach. “You’ve gotta wake up,” he says again.
Groaning, you pull the comforter over your head, hiding from Jisung partly because you want to sleep and also because you’re already horny just by him innocently waking you up. “All right,” he says as he lifts off the bed, “you asked for it.” Suddenly the comforter is ripped from your body and your forced to sit up.
“What the fuck hannie?” You say, now fully awake, “Why did you wake me up anyways?” You ask, death staring him. He grins mischievously.
“We’re partying tonight.”
Your underwear is missing.
You’re loading your dirty laundry and you can’t find that red, lacy, pair that you wore the other day. You sigh, shaking your head. There’s no way it was Jisung he would never do something like this, right?
No, he would never. You’re probably just forgetting that you left it somewhere else.
Shaking your head at how you wish Jisung had stolen your underwear, you walk back to your room to get ready for the party.
It was at Hyunjin’s house meaning it was going to be a rager. You pick a black bodycon dress and platform boots and make your way to the living room to find Jisung.
He’s sitting on the couch looking at his phone but when you walk into the room he looks up at you. He gives you a once over and you really wish you knew what he was thinking.
“Alright, let’s go,” he says, standing up. You take this as an opportunity to fully check him out and fuck he looks delicious.
He’s wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a navy tshirt with a silver chain around his neck. The shirt gives a perfect view of his defined muscles and his jeans hug his ass perfectly. The best feature of his that the outfit highlighted was his slutty little waist.
You gulped, following him out the door and into the passenger seat of his car.
This was going to be a long night.
You had been partying for a few hours now, but you never drunk much. It just wasn’t your thing. Instead you would sweat your ass off dancing.
You and Jisung had split up when you entered the house, him heading for Hyunjin and you heading for the dance floor. You hadn’t seen him in a while but you weren’t paying much attention anyways.
Deciding that you’re pretty tired, you make your way around the house while searching for Jisung. You’ve made it through the whole first floor when you realize he’s nowhere in sight.
So you walk up the stairs and head for Hyunjin’s room. That’s where the boys typically go when they’re tired of people downstairs.
When you make it to the top of the staircase you see Jisung leaning against the wall facing the other way.
“Hannie are you okay?” You say, walking up to him and putting your hands on his shoulders. He looks into your eyes and you know he’s wasted. He stumbles into you and you hold him up by his biceps.
God those biceps.
“Shit, we’re leaving hannie, I’m driving you home,” you say to him as he leans on you. You try not to be turned on by his drunken appearance but he looks so out of control.
You put his arm over your shoulder and wrap yours around his waist then you start to walk down the stairs.
You finally get to the car and as you try to get him into the passenger seat, he won’t let go of you. “Hannie you have to get in,” you whisper into his ear. Instead he digs his head even more into your shoulder and wraps his arms around your waist.
You stiffen, your heart rate picking up even though this was his normal behavior. Jisung’s a quiet drunk but still the touchy person he always is. Slowly you hug him back doing your best to ignore every part of his body that is touching yours.
After what feels like years, you finally force yourself to push him away from you and into the car. He groans and looks up at you with drunk puppy eyes. He looks so fuckable it hurts you.
You give him a look and walk around to the driver’s seat.
Jisung quickly falls asleep during the drive home and honestly it should be a crime to be wasted like that and still look like an angel.
When you finally arrive, you open his door and softly shake his shoulders until he wakes up. He makes a soft humming sound and lets you drag him out of the car.
Carefully, you resume the position of holding him up as you walk inside, discarding both yours and his shoes, and lead him to his room. When you get there, you set him on the bed and go to his dresser to grab some clothes.
“You’re gonna have to change hannie,” you say, turning back around and tossing the clothes at him. He looks up at you and mumbles something along the lines of “too tired”.
“Fuck,” you mumble to yourself. Every time Jisung gets drunk, you always end up helping him get ready for bed afterwards which means helping him change clothes.
It shouldn’t be a problem, but you’ve been beyond horny for Jisung for years so every time is a practice in self control.
You curse again as you stand in front of him. He raises his arms and lazily looks up at you. The image instantly triggers your imagination and you find yourself thinking of Jisung looking at you exactly like that right after he eats you out.
Swallowing, you dismiss those thoughts and focus your attention on helping the boy out.
Slowly, you reach down and tug on the hem of his shirt. As you do this, his eyes keep lowering to your lips and it drives you crazy. You start pulling his shirt up and with every sliver of ab that becomes visible, you squeeze your legs together a bit harder.
When you accidentally graze your knuckle along the side of his ribs, you both suck in a breath. Quickly you pull the shirt over his head and advert your eyes from his abs.
Sighing, you turn away as he unzips his jeans and changes his bottoms. “Done,” he says, and you turn back towards him expecting to see him clothed with the shorts you put next to him but immediately freeze at the sight before you.
Jisung’s sitting on the edge of the bed in only his underwear.
Your eyes start roaming before you can stop them.
You look at his thighs first, they’re big and muscly and you really, really want to bite them. Then your gaze quickly tears to his crotch. He’s drunk, sitting there on his bed wearing only underwear, and guess what? He’s fucking hard. The outline of his dick trying to break through the fabric sends your head and pussy into turmoil.
You’ve imagined taking his cock in so many ways and you desperately want to do so. The idea of him being hard because of you makes it worse and you have to physically stop yourself from falling onto your knees in front of him.
His lower half doesn’t completely distract you from the rest of his body though. He has the type of abs that you can’t see much until he flexes but when he does it’s heaven. You’ve always wanted to drag your nails up them and make him shiver.
His shoulders are wide and strong and his biceps are huge and you’ve imagined gripping onto them while he fucks you.
When you finally make it to his face, you’re thrown off guard by the look in his eyes. You’ve never seen them that dark and you’re thrown off guard.
He lazily smirks, “I like when you look at me like that.”
You widen your eyes in disbelief, he doesn’t know what he’s saying, right? You tell yourself he’s just had too much to drink and likes the attention on his body. He wouldn’t actually say something like that to you but the thought of him meaning it makes you curse.
“Fuck hannie,” you say softly, walking past him to the side of his bed, “let’s just get some sleep okay.”
You pull back the bedsheet and he stumbles his way over to you but instead of getting into bed he stands behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly as he digs his head into your neck.
“I don’t want to sleep yet,” he whispers lowly.
You freeze. His warmth surrounds you and his cock is pressed against your ass. Fuck, it takes everything in you not to move your ass further into him. You have to remind yourself that he’s just innocently hugging a friend. It’s not his fault he’s drunk and has a boner.
He doesn’t stop with a hug though, he presses his lips into your neck, slowly leaving kisses there and you feel like you’re going to explode. It’s a wonder that you don’t, considering how his hard cock is against you, only your dress and his underwear separating you from it.
He removes his lips from your neck and rests his head on your shoulder. “Can you sleep with me?” He asks, his warm breath hitting you where his lips had just been. You inhale sharply, “Fuck, I- what?” You stammer.
“Sleep in my bed, with me,” he mumbles.
Disappointment seeps through you. You knew the question sounded too good to be true but your mind had still lit up at the sound of it.
Anything involving Jisung and a bed was appealing to you though, so you didn’t even have to consider his question, already knowing that you’d say yes no matter what he asked you.
You nod, unwrapping his arms from your waist and turning to face him which ultimately was not the right decision cause he looks so tired, sweet, and innocent and all you can think about is fucking him.
“You can wear one of my tshirts,” he says as he falls into the bed, pulling the covers halfway over his bare chest, watching you with lazy eyes as he rests his head on the pillow.
It’s exactly how you’d picture him looking while you have your lips wrapped around his cock.
In order to stop yourself from staring, you walk to his dresser and pull out one of his large tshirts. “I’ll look away,” he says from behind you, and you wish he was lying and that he’d look anyways but you know he won’t.
You discard your dress and pull his tshirt over your head, inhaling the scent. You’d stolen his tshirts before and you had always hoped that he liked it when you wore them. It was a sick thing, hoping your best friend felt possessive over you. But you never said you were a good person and frankly Jisung is just too easy to be obsessed with.
You shut the light off and crawl into Jisung’s bed, something that you’d normally imagined you doing right before he’d slam his cock into your pussy.
You try to stay as far away from him as possible so that you’re less tempted to touch him but it does nothing since he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into him.
His cock is pressed against you again and you desperately want to moan at the contact. You have to remind yourself again that he’s still intoxicated and he’s just trying to cuddle which is a perfectly normal thing for him to do.
The reminder doesn’t do much for you because you still really want to shove your ass further into his dick. If he knew what you were thinking, he’d never want to talk to you again.
You try to move away from him but he hums and pulls you closer to him. “Please hannie,” you whisper, still trying to pull away, “for my own sanity.”
He must hear the desperation in your voice cause he releases his grip and you move out of his arms. You lay next to him, staring at the ceiling as you try to rid your thoughts.
Within minutes, Jisung’s breathing softens and you know he’s asleep but you lay there for a while longer before you finally drift off.
Despite having separated yourself from Jisung the night before, you woke up to him right behind you, his arms wrapped around your stomach and his face nuzzled into your neck. It didn’t help that his dick was half hard.
You carefully slipped out of his arms and ran into your room, locking the door behind you. You went straight for your nightstand, pulling out your vibrator.
You were extremely horny from everything Jisung did last night and you were even more frustrated since you felt like he was just messing with you at that point.
You knew he wasn’t though, he had been drunk and people say or do random shit when they’re intoxicated. All you had to do was act like you weren’t terribly affected by the way he had engulfed you in a hug from behind, or the way he had kissed your neck.
When you had finished fucking your vibrator, wishing it was Jisung, you fell back onto your bed, feeling exhausted, and went back to sleep.
You’d stayed in your room most of the day, reading and drawing, but now you’d grown hungry and you realized you had missed lunch and it was already evening.
So you get up from your bed, only wearing Jisung’s tshirt and go to find food. When you walk into the living room, Jisung is laying on the couch, a movie playing on the tv. He immediately looks up at you but then winces.
“I drank way too much last night,” he says, placing a hand over his forehead. You glance down at his gray sweatpants, but force your eyes back up to meet his.
“Yeah, you were pretty bad,” you mumble as you walk through the doorway into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with water. You wonder if he remembers anything and walk back through the living room, forcing yourself not to look at the boy on the couch.
You decide to stop by Jisung’s room to pick up your dress that you had left on the floor. You walk in, spotting the dress and reach down to pick it up. But as you stand back up you notice something red on the floor next to his bed.
You move closer to get a better look and when you see what it is your heart stops.
It’s your underwear.
Your fucking underwear is on the floor next to Jisung’s bed. You move to pick it up but gasp when you touch it. It’s wet, not just wet, it’s sticky.
You’re suddenly filled with deep satisfaction because you realize that Han Jisung’s cum is on your underwear. How many times had he used it? Images of him jerking off, him shoving his erection into your lacy thong, fill your head.
You grab the underwear in your hand, dropping the dress on the ground and running out into the living room.
The moment Jisung sees you across the room, clearly surprised, out of breath, and holding up your underwear that he had stolen, his eyes widen and he jumps forward to the edge of the couch.
“Jisung,” you say quietly as you slowly approach him.
“Shit I didn’t think you’d find that,” he mumbles, avoiding eye contact as you sit down next to him.
“How many times did you-“
He cuts you off, “doesn’t matter.”
You reach your hand up and tilt his face towards yours. He hesitantly makes eye contact with you. “Did you use those, and wish it was me?” You ask lowly.
He opens his mouth as if to speak but he doesn’t say anything. Instead he glances down at your hand that’s still resting on his jaw.
You use his silence as an opportunity to snake your fingers into his hair at the top of his neck. Then you pull him closer to you and move your lips up to his ear.
“If you wanted to fuck me, all you had to do was ask.”
He inhales sharply, abruptly pulling away from your grip and facing you. There’s the same darkness in his eyes from the other night and it turns you on even more.
His dark orbs stare into yours for just mere seconds before quickly he wraps an arm around your waist and pins you down against the couch.
“Don’t say things like that when you don’t mean them,” he says, glancing from your eyes to your lips. You smirk, feeling his body on top of yours. Does he really not understand how much you want him?
“Jisung,” you say, your voice filled with lust, “I’ve wanted you for years, haven’t you noticed? I wanted you when we first met and you didn’t know what to say cause you didn’t like meeting new people. I wanted you when you moved into my house and we became roommates.”
You swiftly flip yourselves over so that now you’re on top of him, straddling his lap. “Shit I wanted you every single time you’d walk around shirtless or when you’d sit on the couch and wrap your arms around me, you don’t know how badly I’ve fucking wanted you.”
You slowly drag your index finger from his wrist up to his bicep, feeling him shiver. “Now, do you really think I don’t mean it.”
A flash of understanding seems to wash over his face. He moves quickly, saving the both of you from anymore talking, he pulls you down and hungrily presses his lips into yours. You immediately groan and move to kiss him back. He tastes even better than you’d imagined and that just makes you kiss him harder.
He moves one hand up into your hair and tugs making your back arch into him and then cups your bare ass with the other, causing you to gasp which he uses to shove his tongue into your mouth. You grab onto his biceps, grinding through his pants against his already hard cock, longing to feel it in you.
He groans and pulls away from your lips, “If you keep doing that, I won’t make it.” You respond by moving your lips to his jawline.
You run your hands under his shirt and up his back as he angles his neck towards you, giving you better access. You’re suddenly very annoyed at the amount of clothes between you so between kisses you grab the hem of his shirt and pull it up over his head.
He immediately comes back for your mouth and you trail your hands down his abs. Gasping for air, he mumbles, “I wanna eat you out.” The thought sends shivers through your body but you shake your head.
“No, please I- I need you inside me,” you beg, moving your hands to the top of his sweatpants. He moves, pulling the sweatpants down and then grabs your waist, moving you back onto him.
Goosebumps spread all over you at the feel of his bare cock against your pussy. He groans quietly, and moves his lips to your ears as his hands go to the hem of your shirt. “You have no idea how much I like it when you wear my shirts,” he says, pulling it over your head and leaving you with nothing on. He slowly drags his eyes eyes down your body and you study the way he studies you, thinking about all those times you wished he would look at you and now he was actually doing it.
Then he grabs your ass with both hands and plunges his dick into you. It takes everything in you not to scream, the pain of it turning quickly into pleasure. You spread your legs wider, adjusting to his length and letting him sink deeper.
“Shit,” he says, under his breath as he starts moving in and out of you, getting faster. You wrap your hands tightly around his back as you ride his dick. With every thrust he hits deeper and you start to roll your hips into it, loving the feeling of him.
He runs his hand down your body and pinches your nipple. You clench your walls around him and he groans but does it again, muttering your name.
You thought he was a sloppy kisser, but the way that he fucks is just as messy. He moves his hands all over your back as if he can’t touch you enough, and when he isn’t mumbling something about how good you feel he’s kissing you, his lips hungry and wet and barely able to stay on yours.
When he bites your lip, you dig your nails into his back and he throws his head back, rolling his eyes. “Fuck,” he whispers and you just grab him harder as you feel the warmth building in your stomach.
His thrusts are getting sloppier and more out of control and you know he’s getting close, so you move yourself as far onto him as you can and grasp your hand in his hair as he hits you right in the spot.
A loud gasp leaves your throat at the pleasure and it must be all he needed to hear because he groans as he comes inside you, filling you up. He thrusts into you as he does, and his orgasm makes your walls tighten around him.
He continues to fuck you right in your spot as you ride out your orgasm, him sneaking wet kisses on the sides of your lips while you grasp onto him. When it’s over, you chuckle, smiling up at him through your lashes.
Your breaths are loud but the room seems quiet compared to the loud noises you were both making just mere seconds ago. He gives you a tired grin as he pulls out and lays you on the couch next to him, never ceasing eye contact.
You raise your eyebrow at the dark mischief in his eyes and he licks his lips.
“Now can I eat you out?”