#I think I might revamp it eventually but 🫨

[127luvr]

hello i am back to request sumn again 🙏🙏 could i get a jisung (nct) x male reader. where jisung and reader are just hanging out which devolves into having an arm wrestle. they joke around a bit and the reader is like “if you win. you get a kiss from me.” and the reader ends up winning instead. and the reader is like “ig i get a kiss from you then” but is jk about it but also sort of serious internally. while jisung is a 100% serious and is like “yeah i can do that.” or sumn. yeah sumn more silly this time‼️‼️ the rest is up you!!!

Tangerine Love

Park Jisung x Male Reader

You always thought Jisung looked his best in the middle of the night. In a small shirt that landed just above his waist and hugged his biceps just right—adorning oversized sweatpants that hung just low enough that you caught sight of the waistband on his blue Calvin Klein boxers. He is biting the straw from his drink—scrunching his nose as he swerves his arms with the controller in his hand. You bit your lip, watching as his long fingers engulfed the small buttons.

“You totally rigged this game, (Y/n/n), it’s not fair.” You look up towards his face, picking at the skin on your bottom lip as his form a pout. You can’t help but watch as he stretches, hypnotized by how even his relaxed muscles seem to bulge out of his shirt. “Let’s play something else—”

“Let’s arm wrestle.” The quick response catches him off guard. It wasn’t anything the two of you haven’t done. Most of your hangouts alone concluded in fake wrestling matches that rolled into the middle of the night—where the two of you were too tired to decide who won and who lost. This time, Jisung was stunned, full lips parted as he visibly hesitated. “If you win you get to choose whatever you want.”

A minute passing feels like an eternity in the room. The video game music lonely as it makes the only noise that rings in your ears. Jisung’s face is stuck between confusion and being deep in thought as he considers what he could want from you.

“I want all the money in your bank account.” He manages to grab your arm as you shove him into the brown carpet. Faces inches apart as he descends into more laughter. You stay like this for a little, letting (h/c) hair cover your eyes just enough so he couldn’t see how dilated your pupils got the more you stared at him. “Okay seriously I wan—”

“If you win, you’ll get a kiss from me.” Jisung chokes on his tongue, followed by a long coughing fit as he manages to sit himself up. He’s resting back on his elbows as he avoids your gaze—wondering how you could be so casual when you threw in a request like that. Not that he wouldn’t want to.

The joke isn’t so much of a joke anymore as you internally freak out, silently wanting the floor to open up and swallow you whole. Before you could think of suggesting something else, Jisung’s head is nodding up and down—brown hair bouncing around his ears as he agrees. It’s how you found yourself in this predicament, elbow firm on Jisung’s old wooden stool that he kept in his closet. The worn down legs making it wobble when either one of you pressed down too hard. You could tell the mood is different, despite the desperate attempts of trying to lighten it up from both of you. This game was a matter of life or death. It had potential to end your friendship—or turn it into something more.

You catch Jisung’s eyes, a smirk forming on the right side of his mouth as he stares at your small frame. “What? Scared (Y/n)? You know I’ll win.”

“It’s cute that you think you can hurt me, Jisung Park.” And the mood is restored.

Jisung stifled a laugh, wrapping his fingers around your hand to get a head start. You make eye contact one last time, licking your lips subconsciously as the two of you silently start going against each other. The game is touch and go, one moment you feel yourself overwhelmed with doubt and the next you feel yourself wanting to laugh. The whole situation is comical. You can’t quite figure out why Jisung would agree to such an outlandish and odd prize. You feel him stumble back a little, clammy fingers sliding down your own as he uses his other hand to ground himself. You take advantage of this, using your full body weight to bring his arm down. Without thinking you slam his hand down, letting your arms fly up in the air as you celebrate your brief victory.

“Since I won, you know, I guess I’ll have to be the one to receive the kiss from you.” Jisung is thrown again, gears shifting in his brain as he stares at the hand that betrayed him. You want this to be a joke—for your well-being—but you know it’s not. You know it’s not by the way you watch as Jisung mentally battles himself, preparing to turn you down. Or so you think.

“I can totally do that for you.” He’s serious all of a sudden, palms face down on the wooden stool as he stares at you wide eye. He pushes it to the side, scooting himself closer to you so you’re just inches apart again. “Can you close your eyes?”

For the first time in the past hour, Jisung’s mind is blank. There are no thoughts of backing down from this as he brings his lips closer to your own, breathing heavily as he moves in closer. The initial contact starts from the corner of your lip, leaving a hot sensation from where his lips landed first. It’s no surprise when he doesn’t move, more of a peck instead of the kiss he intended, showing his lack of experience. It’s more than enough to keep you hanging though—eyes fluttering open as you gazed at the floor, stunned. But Jisung isn’t done. He dives in for more—following your lips as you lead him. He brings a hand to the back of your neck, playing with the back of your hair as he deepens the kiss, full lips now parted against your own.

You bring your hands up to wander around his body too—aiming first for the drawstring that ties up his sweatpants so they stay up. Next is the back of his neck too, tugging a little at the hair that curls around the base of his neck. He lets out a small laugh, smiling into the kiss as you make your way up to the skin under his shirt. Another fit of laughter.

“You’re tickling me.” Even when the two of you break apart, the sensation of his lips lingers on your own. You can’t help but bring your hand towards your lips, speechless. “I could go for another round.”

You know he means kissing wise, but you can’t help but tease him a little as you stare down at his swollen lips and hooded eyes. “What do I get this time when I beat you again?”