warnings: mdni — technically no actual smut (mentions of past sexual events however), but very, very suggestive! reader is basically foaming at the mouth and extremely horny for jisung's hands. reader also sucks terribly at video games, and jisung is a little tease in this. mentions of final fantasy crisis core (mostly brief and you do not need prior or deep knowledge and experience with the game to read!)
word count: 936
mimi's note: this idea came to me while i was deep into replaying resident evil village, and i wondered how it would be to have a gamer boyfriend like jisung. also, this is probably not my best work since it's kind of rushed, but i didn't wanna take ages to put out a fic, so... hope you enjoy anyway!
"if i win this fight, you owe me dinner. home cooked with candles and all, not some half-assed takeout shit."
jisung folds his arms over his chest, his biceps flexing faintly as he leans forward on the edge of his bed. his voice slides out smooth, imbued with that quiet confidence and assurance that seems to constantly emanate from him.
"if you wanted me to act like your malewife for one night, all you had to do was ask, you know that, right?"
you shoot him an unamused glare, turning back to the computer screen where the main character, a black-haired man you've since learned is zack fair, stands in silent suspension, waiting for you to engage the difficult boss battle sequence that's begun this stupid little feud between you and your boyfriend.
you finally click forward, and the screen shifts as the battle commences. the calm atmosphere immediately snaps into motion as the music swells into something more frantic, sudden. the enemy, a red-haired powerful foe by the name of genesis, spawns opposite your character.
at first, you're handling yourself rather well. your tongue is grazing the corner of your upper lip as your eyes stay glued to the screen, fingers tapping swiftly across the keyboard, the glow of the monitor reflecting in your eyes. you're launching small, physical attacks onto the enemy. it's dealing damage, sure, but it's taking more of your MP than anything.
jisung sees this and tsks softly. he pushes himself up from the bed and walks over behind you, until he's standing just near enough to his gaming chair you're sitting in to look down at the screen over your shoulder. his warm breath softly hits the stretch of skin between your right shoulder and neck when he speaks.
"why are you using the little baby attacks?" he murmurs, watching you play. "that's not doing shit to him, babe."
you get slightly irritated at his words, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you play.
"just shut up and watch.." you mumble under your breath.
he just laughs at you when he hears that, but obliges anyway. he stands there behind you, observing your gameplay for about another minute. your HP is now more than halfway empty, and little sharp exhales are leaving you more frequently as you grow frustrated.
finally, he seems to have had enough of your atrocious skills and places both hands on the desk near yours, caging you in between the computer and his large frame towering behind you. his voice is barely heard, a whisper in your ear.
"let me help."
you shake your head, still staring at the screen and brushing off his help with a firm insistence that you're handling it just fine. you're not about to let him take over, not when the bet is still on the line. plus, if jisung helps you win this, it doesn't count. and if it doesn't count, then you lose. plain and simple.
he sighs softly at your stubbornness, and before you can fight him off again, he places his (much larger) hands over yours on the keyboard, speaking lowly, right into your ear.
"i'll make you dinner anyway, alright? bet's off, you win. just let me help."
you freeze slightly at that, and then his long, slender fingers start working quickly across the keyboard. the soft clicking of keys and the sounds of the game being the only noise in the room as he takes over, playing with steady precision.
while he plays, he's whispering little tips here and there — remember to shield, don't use up all your MP, attack when he's most vulnerable.
but oh, you're not listening.
while your attention and focus should be on the computer screen where your helpful, caring boyfriend is teaching you how to play properly, your gaze is fixed on his fingers instead. long, skinny, sharp digits that move swift and smoothly across the keys. you swallow hard, feeling that familiar heat pool low in your stomach.
under the desk, you squeeze your thighs together, your brain conjuring up and basking in the obscene reminders of all the intimate moments between you and jisung.
you remember just a few days ago when you had returned from an errand at the grocery store and were still in the middle of organizing the items into the pantry when he bent you over the kitchen counter, lifted up your skirt, and stretched two long, slender fingers into your core while murmuring how much he'd missed you while you were gone.
"so good f'me... been missing this sweet little pussy so, so much... god, baby, just fucking look at you..."
a low, annoyed groan from jisung snaps you out of your thoughts when the enemy uses a high power attack on the character, and his fingers move even quicker.
your thoughts spiral into even more vulgar territory, and you recall all of the instances when jisung had his fingers stuffed inside your cunt. late at night when he wakes up needy, after he gets back from work and needs the feel of your gummy walls around his digits...
"jisung, i—" you start to say. but he doesn't let you finish.
as if he could already tell what indecent things were coursing through you, he lifts one of the hands that were on the keyboard and inserts two of those competent fingers into your mouth, shushing you softly as he continues to play with only one hand, the battle quickly drawing to an end.
"shh, shhh.. let me finish this first. then i'll take care of my sweet girl. i promise."
