pairing: han (han jisung) x fem reader
genre: friends turned lovers, fluff turned smutty
word count: 666 (lol oops)
content warnings: clothed fondling
summary: hannie spontaneously admits his feelings for you one night while hanging out, and he’s a little too excited, so one thing leads to another...
⦿ ne (네) = most common form of yes; pronounced “neh”
⦿ saranghae (사랑해) = I love you; pronounced “sah-rahng-eh”
⦿ chingu (친구) = friend, sometimes translates to friends depending on the context; pronounced “cheeng-goo”
⦿ nado (나도) = me too; pronounced “nah-doh”
Saturday night. You’d invited your best friend Jisung over to your place to celebrate the boys’ new song release. Most of the others had schedules to finish while some were simply too tired to stay up late tonight, so it was just you and Hannie.
While marathoning Frozen and Frozen II, you two had devoured a large pizza, too many cups of Coke, and now a round of chocolate cake. If anybody knows how hyper Jisung gets off of sugar, it’s you. But it’s okay because you love when he turns goofy and slaphappy, when he’s his most cheerful self.
The credits are rolling on the sequel film, and Jisung tosses his fork and paper plate atop the coffee table in front of you.
“Ugggh, I needed that,” he says loudly, flopping back against the couch.
Sitting cross-legged beside him, you ask, “Needed what?”
“Cake!” he replies joyfully as his eyes crinkle into cute crescent moons. “Pizza, Frozen... you,” he trails off, staring at the ceiling.
Caught off guard by his sweet comment, you grin. “Awww, Hannieee. I’m always here for you,” you say, patting his knee.
He lifts his head upright again and looks at you, letting out a tiny hiccup. “That’s why I love you. You’re always there when I need you.”
At that, you feel your heart rate shoot up, and you have to stop yourself from letting your expression reveal your surprise.
You remove your hand from his knee and pull your own knees to your chest, not sure how to interpret his words. You’d be lying to yourself if you played it off like a platonic kind of love, and you know it.
So you gulp hard and take a big breath before speaking. “Do you mean that, Sungie?”
In response, he simply blinks, still gazing at you. “Ne. It’s time I confess.”
Your heart now jumps into your throat, and this time, you can’t hold back your surprise.
“Saranghae,” he reiterates softly, bringing a hand to your knee and stroking it.
Without any more hesitation, you roll your weight onto the knee Jisung’s stroking and slide onto his lap, then you dig your arms beneath his back to hug him like a koala.
And you two stay there for a moment, Jisung also wasting no time in wrapping his arms over your back with one hand resting on your neck.
“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship if I said it first,” you murmur quietly against his shoulder, taking in the scent of his slightly perfumed shirt.
You feel his thumb tenderly rubbing the side of your neck. “Chingu forever, Y/N. I can’t hide my feelings anymore. I’m happy with you,” Jisung says as he rests his cheek against your head.
You break into the world’s stupidest, ear-to-ear grin and squeeze his torso to yours a little harder. “Nado, Jisung. Saranghae.”
You hear him sigh while he lowers his other hand to your waist and grips it. “In fact, I’m really happy right now...”
As you process his words, their true meaning immediately hits you when he grinds his hips against your core. That kind of happy.
Your head flies off his shoulder and you pull off of him, instead placing your hands on his upper abs and boring your eyes into his. The urge to grind down on his very apparent boner is screaming at you, and instead of being a good girl, you decide to listen to it.
You grab one of his hands and carefully snake it beneath the stretchy waistband of your pajama shorts, bringing his palm over your newly wet pussy and slowly guiding it up and down.
“I’m really happy too, Sungie,” you say, letting your eyes soften with pleasure.
Jisung smirks and abruptly molds his palm deeper against your blossoming slit, curling his fingertips at your throbbing entrance.
“I’ve thought about this every night for the past year,” he says in a low tone before sitting up to mash his lips against yours.
