hello, it's dani and this oneshot was inspired by a tiktok by illegalcaptions🌈 which i will link in the comments to this paragraph!! this is more fluffy, but suggestive. i will write a oneshot that is the night before but this will be the next morning. this is gonna be shorter since i made this quickly and i dont have enough energy after writing the devil himself. ty!!
also, this is only version one but i will write more versions.
(strangers!non-idols)
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jisung snuggled into the warm sheets, not wanting to leave. the sheets felt smoother and warmer, along with the sheets having a muskier smell.
he opened his eyes and saw a room that wasn't his. the exact opposite, actually. his small apartment room had white walls, a bed with a soft yellow comforter on it along with soft multi-pastel colored throw pillows. in his room, paintings from his close friend, hyunjin, decorated the walls and stacks of paper writings were piled on a small wooden desk.
his room was warm, cozy. this, however, was not.
even with the grey walls, the room wasn't very bright. the dark sheets on the huge bed, made the room dark. the bed was opposite of a large mirror, the position to where you could see yourself from the bed.
"f-fuck." jisung whined as he threw his head back on the strangers shoulder. he was sitting on the strangers cock, back to the strangers chest. they were sitting on the very edge of the bed, as jisung bounced on the stranger. they could see themselves in the mirror. "feels so good..."
the stranger was kissing and biting on jisung's neck before he tore himself away. he took jisung's chin and roughly made jisung look at himself before leaning into his ear.
"keep looking at yourself, sweetheart. you look so pretty getting ruined."
'oh my god...' jisung thought as he recalled the memory from the night before.
he bolted up straight, noticing he was in a over sized shirt that clearly wasn't his. the shirt was silky and black, hanging loosely on his small frame. the top buttons were undone, leaving the hickeys to be paraded.
no, this wasn't his shirt. he had worn a tight crop top last night.
jisung climbed out of the bed, immediately wincing as he felt the soreness in his body and feeling blinded by the light coming in from the window.
'who ever i slept with last night, must be rich. his bedroom is already so huge.' jisung thought as he walked to the door. 'among other things...'
jisung opened the door slightly before poking his head out, wanting to make sure no one was out there.
once he made sure the coast was clear, he scampered down the long hallway, his jeetsies making tiny stomping noises.
he rounded the corner, going into a room that looked like a kitchen, with all black appliances and a man that was bigger than him, cooking.
'damn, that smells good.' jisung thought, as the smell wafted in the air and over to him. he sniffed the air as the smell of pancakes filled the air.
maybe the man had sensed the presence behind him, or maybe his jeetsies stomps were loud enough to be noticed, but the man turned around and holy shit was jisung's breath knocked out of him.
the man had a bigger frame than jisung. his shoulder were broader, and he was more muscular. from the few meters that they stood apart, jisung was able to tell that the man was taller than him, maybe not by a lot, but still enough to see the difference.
