dirty laundry.
summ: jisung losing a bet and washing your dirty laundry was supposed to be funny, not the reason you end up naked on his sheets.
⋆ pairing: jisung x f!reader ⋆ genre: smut (minors dni) ⋆ tags/cw: friends to lovers, almost no plot lol, lots of kissing, biting, some whining and whimpering, jisung is really needy here, lots of teasing, grinding, unprotected s*x, creampie, pet names (sweetheart, baby), afab reader, fluff ending (if you squint) ⋆ words: 3.5k
a/n: i was working on some wips when this idea popped into my head and i HAD to write it. i wrote this in one sitting and i think i kinda cook here hehe. i loved writing this jisung + their dynamic, so i hope you enjoy!! >_<
time always seemed to crawl whenever you were there.
you scrolled through your phone in boredom, replying to messages with little interest, lazily flicking between unfinished conversations and videos of cats doing something adorable or ridiculously unnecessary.
the day was uncomfortably hot. the heat felt suffocating, sticky, heavy. and the laundry room wasn’t helping at all.
the man beside you, crouched down with a deep frown etched across his face, muttered curses under his breath as he shoved clothes into the washing machine like each piece was personally responsible for his misery.
you sat perched on top of the dryer, legs swinging idly near jisung’s face. the machine hummed beneath you, vibrating softly, blending into the thick tension filling the small room.
a mischievous smile slowly spread across your lips.
“maybe if you worked with a smile on your face, you’d finish faster,” you hummed, eyes never leaving your phone.
jisung clicked his tongue and tossed a shirt into the washer harder than necessary. then another and another until his patience finally snapped.
he let his palms fall heavily onto his knees before straightening just enough to look at you. his expression was tinted with that deliciously familiar, childish annoyance.
“this is unfair,” jisung declared, his voice thick with indignation, as though he were the victim of some elaborate conspiracy.
you rolled your eyes, letting out a soft laugh. setting your phone aside, you crossed your arms and looked at him with shameless amusement.
“you agreed to the bet. you lost,” you listed with mocking calm. “i don’t see the injustice.”
you leaned forward slightly, just enough to ruffle his hair. his scowl deepened instantly, making him look like a sulking cat.
"all i see is a sore loser, ji."
jisung jerked away from your touch as if it burned. he began stuffing clothes into the machine in careless piles, clearly determined to get it over with as fast as possible.
he was in a mood today.
which was… curious.
anyone watching from the outside would have assumed you were sworn enemies.
but not.
quite the opposite.
you had been best friends for years. changbin had been the original culprit. a casual introduction with no expectations that somehow turned into an instant connection.
since then, you’d been practically inseparable.
that didn’t stop the constant friction, of course. or the endless teasing.
provoking each other.
pushing boundaries with a dangerously comfortable familiarity. after all, you’d always known exactly how far you could go without crossing the line. or at least, usually.
this wasn’t supposed to be any different.
after a stupid bet based on "who could get someone to believe the most ridiculous lie" —which jisung had lost spectacularly in less than twenty-four hours— your teasing hadn’t stopped.
and there you were, two weeks later, on a sweltering summer afternoon at jisung’s place, arguing yet again about that same ridiculous bet.
“no. it’s unfair because you know how gullible felix is,” he shot back, pointing at you with genuine irritation. “of course you’d win if you talked to him!”
“and yet you never thought to do the same. there weren’t any rules against it, sweetheart.”
the detergent and fabric softener landed in their compartments with far more aggression than necessary. jisung clenched his jaw, clearly searching for inner peace somewhere deep in his mind.
he shouldn’t have been taking this so personally. he never really did.
but something felt different today. something tense that threatened the fragile thread holding your friendship together.
he simply clicked his tongue, shoved the laundry basket aside, and threw you a dangerous look before walking out of the room like a walking storm cloud.
maybe this was that limit you both knew so well.
maybe the smart thing would’ve been to leave it alone. go talk about something else, make tea, eat cookies, and watch one of those stupid dating shows you both loved mocking.
but not.
something in your brain urged you to keep going. to push him just a little further. to get some kind of reaction.
you didn’t know whether it was boredom or jeongin’s words from that morning.
“jisung’s been acting weird about you lately. i’m not saying anything, but… there’s something there.”
the slam of the refrigerator door pulled you from the memory. you walked into the kitchen with your usual calm, eyes landing on jisung’s tense back as he moved around gathering ingredients for a hastily made sandwich.
with an easy hop, you seated yourself on the counter. you watched him closely, studying how he reacted to tiny frustrations like the cheese tearing or the knife not being where he expected.
"what’s your problem now? you’re crankier than usual."
okay… maybe not the best choice of words.
jisung glanced at you over his shoulder. his dark eyes carried something you couldn’t quite name. he abandoned everything he was doing and turned fully toward you.
he closed the distance in long, determined strides, planting both hands on either side of your thighs. his knuckles were white from the unnecessary force. his body leaned in, face dangerously close to yours.
"you're being more bratty than usual,” he said, voice tight. “you haven’t stopped pushing my buttons since you got here. what’s up with that?"
you rolled your eyes, casually running your fingers through your hair.
"you're just being sensitive, ji. drop that and let's do something fun," you said sweetly, flashing him a gentle smile and batting your lashes.
your foolproof trick. jisung could never resist that.
except today… he didn’t budge.
“no thanks. you can go watch tv. i’m going to my room.” jisung cut, his voice sounding irritated.
but he didn't move an inch. he seemed to be waiting for something from you. your breathing stalled as you finally became aware of just how close he really was.
his breath brushed against your lips. his gaze locked onto yours. his tongue slowly swept across his own lips. your body reacted before your mind could catch up. a tense heat coiled deep in your tummy.
something dangerously familiar.
jisung suddenly let his head fall forward, resting against your chest. an old habit. one born from the first heartbreak he’d ever suffered. you’d always been his safe place. where he could breathe, reset, gather himself when the world became too heavy.
now you were the one unraveling him. and it was costing him more than he wanted to admit.
“you’re messing with my head…” jisung whispered, his voice vibrating against your skin.
saying it felt like a release. one that somehow trapped him even more. never, not once, had he imagined the day he’d stand this close to you and confess how completely insane you made him. he could feel your racing heartbeat and your uneven breathing against his neck.
you didn’t know whether to lean further into the moment or shatter it with some terrible joke like always.
but that was impossible now.
you were already far too deep. pressing your lips together, you gently stroked his hair, staring into nothing as you searched for some kind of answer.
“do you really not see it?” his voice cracked more with every word. “am i reading this wrong?”
you couldn't run now.
you swallowed hard. your pulse screamed at you to get out, to break away. but when jisung lifted his head and looked at you again, eyes glassy and painfully vulnerable, you knew you couldn’t leave him hanging there.
with a soft sigh, you cradled his face carefully, as though he were something fragile that might shatter with the slightest misstep. it had been so long since you’d seen him this distressed.
and it hurt like hell knowing you were the reason.
"hey, i don’t know what you mean. but we can talk. what’s going on?"
his silence only tightened the knot in your chest. adrenaline rushed through your veins. jisung’s hands settled against your waist with something almost reverent.
"do you like me...?"
not the usual way.
not as friends.
“of course i do. what kind of question is that?” you laughed weakly, thumb brushing lovingly across his cheek.
“no. i want to know if you like me… the way i like you,” jisung murmured, his voice barely rose above a whisper.
the world seemed to stop.
you hesitated before speaking. you needed to be careful. but his doe eyes simply made thinking rationally nearly impossible. they begged for something you weren’t even sure you could admit to yourself yet.
"and how exactly do you like me, jisung?"
he straightened abruptly, intensifying the electricity between you. his grip on your waist tightened as he looked at you with unmistakable urgency. your heart pounded, caught somewhere between anticipation and caution.
slowly, he pulled you closer, sliding you along the counter until your legs rested on either side of his hips. your hands trembled as they came to his chest, fingers curling instinctively into the fabric of his shirt.
your breathing grew heavy, erratic. the heat in your tummy deepened, clouding your thoughts completely. and your eyes traveling from his eyes to his lips only worsened the feeling that was growing inside you.
this was so fucking wrong.
but you were already leaning in.
“i can’t keep pretending this is nothing… i could kiss you right now,” jisung declared. his fingers pressed firmly into your hips.
it wasn't a warning or a threat. it was something even worse: a confession.
your grip on his shirt tightened.
the air between you became unbearably thick, charged with something that had been building for far too long beneath jokes, petty arguments, and lingering glances neither of you had ever dared analyze.
the consequences could haunt you later.
fuck it.
you yanked him forward by his shirt, and the collision of your lips was clumsy, almost violent. completely desperate. anything but graceful.
his mouth crashed into yours with a raw, unfiltered urgency that stole the air from your lungs, teeth bumped, breaths tangled, noses pressed awkwardly, but neither of you cared. it was messy, heated, years of tension detonating all at once.
jisung let out a strangled sound against your lips, something wracked and helpless, vibrating straight into your mouth. your tummy tightened violently at the noise.
your legs instantly wrapped around his hips, locking him in place, pulling him impossibly closer. the heat of his body slammed against yours, solid and overwhelming.
“y/n…” he breathed, the word dissolving between your mouths.
his hands slid down your sides with frantic impatience before gripping your ass hard enough to make you gasp. fingers digging in, possessive, desperate. and then, suddenly, you weren’t touching the floor anymore.
the sharp intake of your breath between you as jisung lifted you with startling ease, your bodies pressing together even tighter. your chest crushed against his, his racing heartbeat hammering wildly against your ribs.
the world shrank to mouths moving feverishly against each other. kisses turned erratic, hungry, borderline reckless. your tongues clashing without rhythm, teeth grazing lips, jaw, whatever skin they could reach. every breath came out shaky, broken.
jisung stumbled toward his bedroom, movements clumsy but determined. you could feel the tension coiled tight in his body, the barely restrained urgency in the way he held you. he bumped lightly into the doorframe.
“mmh– shit…”
you laughed softly against his lips, breathless, your mouth still chasing his.
even now, he was still jisung.
the moment you crossed the threshold, your lips abandoned his mouth, trailing down to his neck like gravity itself had taken control.
the reaction was immediate.
a violent shudder ripped through his body and ended on his crotch. you felt the way his hips jerked involuntarily as his grip tightened. a sharp, broken gasp tore from his throat.
“ah– wait– not there…”
his voice came out wrecked, trembling, completely betrayed by the way his body arched into your touch.
you didn’t wait for shit.
you sucked, bit, and licked at his skin like it was your final mission in life, lips moving hungrily along the sensitive column of his throat. his skin burned beneath your mouth, hot and slightly damp. jisung’s breathing completely lost its rhythm.
“f-fuck…”
his knees hit the mattress in a graceless collapse, dragging you down with him. the impact sent a jolt through both your bodies, a tangle of limbs, heat, and desperate hands.
the air in the room felt thick and charged. you settled astride his lap, thighs pressing against his hips. instantly you felt his hard, heated cock pulsing insistently beneath you.
the sensation sent a sharp spark of heat straight through your core. your hips reacted instinctively, a slow, testing grind that pulled a broken whimper from jisung’s lips.
“look at you…” you purred.
his chest heaved beneath you, breath coming shallow, eyes blown wide as he stared up at you like he couldn’t quite believe this was real. like you might disappear. his hands slid up your waist agonizingly slow, being a stark contrast to the earlier desperation.
his fingers dragged over your sides, memorizing, savoring, burning a trail across your skin. the touch was almost reverent, sending goosebumps racing along your body despite the heat pooling between your legs.
your hips moved again in a subtle, torturous grind. the friction was soft, maddening, yet utterly delicious. jisung’s head fell back with a shaky exhale.
his fingers slipped beneath your blouse without hesitation, sliding against bare skin. the contact drew a sharp gasp from his throat, his entire body tensing under you.
“i– i always wanted to…”
his voice fractured completely. he couldn’t even finish the sentence, no matter how much he wanted to. but you felt it in the way his hands trembled, in the way his breath stuttered, in the way his cock twitched beneath you.
his hands wandered everywhere like he’d lost all sense of direction: your belly, your waist, your thighs. fingers pressing, ripping, sliding, like he needed to feel everything at once. like he was starving.
and when his hands reached your breasts, the air left his lungs entirely. his mouth parted in a silent, stunned inhale. a broken, incoherent curse fell from his lips. the look in his face made heat explode low in your tummy.
pure awe and adoration.
like you’d just handed him something sacred.
the kiss that followed was different. it had become a slower, deeper motion that carried something dangerously intimate. mouths moving together in an intoxicating sway that made your head spin. his lips were warm, soft, slightly swollen against yours.
clothes vanished between clumsy hands and nervous laughter. a few stubborn buttons, a shirt caught around your wrist, a breathless “wait”, and suddenly—nothing. cool air kissed your heated skin.
you lay naked against his rumpled sheets, chest rising unevenly, skin buzzing with anticipation. jisung stared down at you like you’d committed some unforgivable crime. his pupils were blown wide, his breath completely wrecked, and his lips parted in stunned disbelief.
“what are you waiting for?” you whispered against his ear, teeth grazing softly.
jisung let out a trembling whimper that sent a sharp pulse of heat straight between your legs. "god... you’re driving me insane."
his hands gripped your hips tight, yet he still didn’t move. instead, his lips found your jaw, your neck, your mouth in slow kisses that burned and lingered.
kisses that made your body ache with every second he refused to give you what you both wanted. like he wanted to savor this. like he wanted to torture you.
“you’re always so bossy…”
“and you’re always so slow…”
that crooked smile appeared on his lips. the same smile you used when you challenged each other in the university cafeteria or when you started a dangerous fight that ended in raucous laughter.
and then, finally, jisung aligned himself with you.
the first push inside was slow enough to make your entire body jolt. a sharp, breathless moan tore from your throat as your walls stretched around him, the sensation overwhelming, almost too much.
jisung’s breath hitched violently and his forehead dropped against yours. neither of you moved. both of you just felt the fullness, the unbearable tension of being joined like this. completely. he didn’t move again until he was fully buried inside you.
the stretch made your toes curl. your fingers clutch desperately at his shoulders meanwhile your breathing collapses into something shaky and broken. and then his movements began slow, deep, and torturously deliberate.
each thrust dragging pleasure through your body like a slow burn. your nerves felt raw, hypersensitive, every tiny motion amplified. your breaths merged into one. jisung let out a broken sound.
"fuck…"
your nails dug into his shoulders as you felt him pulse inside you, warm and wrenchingly perfect. your eyes locked, and no words were needed.
you both knew you could completely lose control.
and jisung didn’t need anything more.
his hips began moving without mercy. the rhythm snapped violently from slow to desperate, thrusts turning chaotic, knocking the air from your lungs. your body jolted with every impact, pleasure crashing through you in violent waves.
your nails scraped down his back, leaving burning trails across his skin while his fingers dug brutally into your hips. the wet sounds of your bodies filled the room obscenely, mixed with gasps, moans, and breathless curses.
jisung's necklace brushes against your skin, the cool metal being a ridiculous contrast to the inferno consuming your body. each swing of it sent tiny sparks of sensation across your overheated nerves.
“shit… look at me, y/n…” jisung whined.
his fingers tilted your jaw, forcing your gaze back to his. his face was a work of art. he looked wrecked, beautifully ruined. hair damp and clinging to his forehead, lips bitten raw, and eyes blown wide with pure pleasure.
“look what you do to me… completely fucked because of you…”
each thrust tore sounds from your throat you could no longer control. pleasure rose like an unstoppable, hot, and overwhelming wave.
“mmh– just like that… fuck, ji–” all the words dissolved into muffled, broken moans.
your body trembled violently beneath him, muscles tightening, pleasure spiraling uncontrollably higher.
the rhythm faltered, movements turning erratic, desperate. like both of you were tumbling toward an unavoidable edge.
“i’m so close…” he gasped against your ear.
your legs shook and your tummy tightened violently. your entire body coiled around the unbearable pressure building inside you.
"ji… ah– fuck–" you whimpered.
the world seemed to shrink at the overwhelming sensation of his cock filling you completely.
your entire body tightened and shattered. the orgasm ripped through you like a brutal electric shock, pleasure detonating violently, your back arching as a broken cry escaped from your lips.
jisung completely lost control seconds later.
a few sloppy, desperate thrusts, a strangled groan, and then he collapsed. your walls tightening mercilessly around him, clenching and dragging the orgasm straight out of him as he came hard inside you.
he fell beside you with a weary gasp that lasted longer than necessary. there he was. your dramatic, teasing, hopelessly clumsy jisung. you laughed softly, still gasping for air, weakly hitting his bare chest.
the silence afterward felt deafening. your ragged breaths merged into one, your hearts pounded, and your bodies trembled.
that is, until the beep of the washing machine completely broke the atmosphere, announcing that its cycle had ended.
you both remained silent for a few seconds. then turned to each other in perfect sync and burst out laughing. because obviously that had to happen right now.
jisung tried to sit up first. yes, he tried.
“shit- my legs!” he groaned, touching his legs dramatically.
you laughed loudly, nudging him with your foot and receiving a dirty look. from where you stood, the view was dangerously tempting. biting your lip, you slipped on his oversized graphic tee before he could reach it.
“you should move the laundry to the dryer, ji,” you teased playfully.
your fingers traced his bare back and a shiver immediately ran through his entire body.
he turned to look at you, smiling at the sight of you wearing his shirt, hair messy, expression thoroughly satisfied. he gently wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing a soft kiss to your head.
“when i get back… you wanna…?” he tilted his head suggestively.
you flopped back onto the bed, wiggling your brows as you tugged the hem of the shirt higher, revealing your thighs with a shameless grin. jisung let out a low whistle, leaning against the doorway, eyes dragging hungrily over your body.
“don’t think i’m gonna stop calling you a sore loser after this, baby,” you stuck your tongue out.
jisung rolled his eyes with a fond smile, like he already knew he was completely doomed when it came to you. as he walked toward the laundry room, he started laughing under his breath like he’d just heard the best joke of his life.
and watching him disappear down the hall, you could only think one thing.
jeongin was absolutely having a nervous breakdown when he found out.
