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This is so frustrating.
Across Hyunjin’s tiny dining table from Ikea, white, round, and hardly large enough for both of their bowls, sits Jisung -- her boyfriend . He looks disturbingly sexy despite having woken up less than ten minutes ago. With his bowl of cereal to his right and his phone playing a video on his left, Jisung is somehow effortlessly attractive, stained hoodie and all. Meanwhile, Hyunjin had woken up half an hour earlier to do her skincare routine and slap on a bit of concealer over the worst of her dark circles -- yet she still feels a little like a bridge troll in the mornings.
It’s unfair.
But it makes a tiny bit of sense, she supposes. All they did was sleep. Nothing more than Jisung’s arm thrown across her waist and his displeased, sleepy whines when she had gotten too hot and scooted away sometime during the night. There’s no reason for Jisung to look a mess, or her really.
Hyunjin wishes, with all of the horniness her body is capable of, that there was.
How does this happen? Hyunjin is confident in her appearance; she knows she’s gorgeous, sexy, and cute. Jisung is attractive in that grungy little kicked puppy sort of way. He must know that he’s hot, right? So why, in their one month and one week of exclusively dating, have they not had sex?
Sure, Jisung is a little on the shyer side, but with each hour that they’re together, he unfurls from his shell some more. It’s been wonderful to watch what he’s like when he’s comfortable. Hyunjin didn’t think he could get any more hilarious, but comfort goes a long way in uplifting comedy, it seems. They’ve even exchanged the big L-word, just a couple of days ago! This means that a little over a month should be plenty of time for Jisung to find his place and make moves. In fact, she’s surprised he hasn’t asked anything sexual of her yet at all. Men are dogs like that. Hyunjin would never beg to have sex with a man, so it must come from Jisung. Seungmin would probably kill her if she ever found out about a hypothetical situation where Hyunjin begged .
She sighs, pushing her cereal around in her bowl. The only appetite she really has right now can’t be satiated with food. Hyunjin pouts and sighs again. Why must she have woken up this depraved?
Jisung glances up at her, then pauses his video. He’s still holding his spoon, staring with his round brown eyes, when he asks, “What’s wrong baby?” Because he cares. Jisung has been nothing but attentive and a perfect boyfriend except in the bedroom.
“Are you like a virgin or something?” Hyunjin blurts.
“Um…” His eyes grow impossibly wider. “No?”
Slowly, he deposits his spoon back in his bowl while Hyunjin slaps her hands against the table. “No??”
“Am I in trouble?” asks Jisung, punctuated with a nervous laugh. “Because I kind of can’t tell, baby.”
Hyunjin slumps into her chair, defeated. So he’s had his dick in other women. Or men. Or they’ve been inside him -- and not her still . “So why haven’t we had sex yet? I’m gorgeous!”
He nods in agreement. “Of course you’re gorgeous. You’re the most gorgeous girl in the world.” Hyunjin mutters ‘Not when IU exists’, but Jisung powers on. “Well. Seungmin terrifies me first of all. I think she really meant it when she said she’d peel my foreskin off. I really think she and Minho should meet but, anyway -- it’s silly but sometimes you still make me as nervous as I was the first day that I met you. You’re beautiful and shine so brightly. You deserve the best that I can give you, but what if it isn’t good enough?
“Oh,” she says, frowning. That isn’t what Hyunjin had expected at all.
“Besides, I don’t want to pressure you either. Just because you’re hot and sexy and beautiful, doesn’t mean that you can’t have boundaries. Or that you have to put out like… within the first week.”
She wishes she could drown herself in her cereal but she can’t, so Hyunjin hides her reddening face instead. What did she do in life to earn someone so respectful and good? Fuck. Jisung just laughs and goes back to his cereal.
“That’s so romantic,” whines Hyunjin. “I really like you. Thank you for being nice to me. About me. But,” she folds her hands together primly. “Must I speak plainly? I want to have sex. Like… damn!”
Jisung pauses, spoon just a hair away from his open mouth. “Right… right now?”
Hyunjin rolls her eyes and takes a bite of her cereal, gone half-soggy but whatever. “No, you fool! Obviously it has to happen naturally or else it will just be awkward. And at least brush your teeth first.”
After a shrug and an ‘okay baby,’ Jisung presses play on his phone and goes back to his cereal. Hyunjin spoons her cereal around just a little bit more before she finishes her own bowl. As far as she knows, they don’t have many plans today. Hyunjin often flip-flops between wanting to go out and staying home, while Jisung is a homebody with occasional adventurous streaks, so more than anything else they’re laid up in bed with takeout. She assumes today will be much of the same, up until the evening, when Hyunjin will be introducing Jisung to her cousin Yeji and his boyfriend.
They brush their teeth together in Hyunjin’s bathroom, her sink cluttered with all of her skincare and makeup products. Jisung’s toothbrush is blue and slots nicely in a cup beside her red one and warmth percolates into her chest cavity. Toothbrushes knocking together, shoes beside each other at the front door, Jisung’s drawer in her dresser — Hyunjin loves the little domestic things. Nobody has ever made her so happy before. Nobody ever lasts.
She’s giddy with it as she tries to leave Jisung behind in the bathroom, ready to dive back beneath the covers and put on an American romcom Jisung hasn’t seen before. Afterwards, they’ll trade control of the TV and Jisung will make her finish the last season of an anime he really wanted to show her.
Instead, gentle fingers circle her wrist, preventing her from leaving the bathroom. “Hey,” calls Jisung cheerfully. “Are you ready, baby?” Hyunjin furrows her eyebrows.
Hopefully she hasn’t forgotten something important. “For what?”
“To have sex!”
She blinks. Of course, she is. Just him saying so is guiding warmth to pool inside of her. But — “That’s not natural at all!”
“How!” Jisung drops her wrist, and maybe she shouldn’t have argued at all. It’s what they all say when they leave, right? She’s too bratty, too high-maintenance. “I’m already hard.” He steps closer to her, backing her up against the door frame. It takes almost all of Hyunjin’s resolve to keep her hands from feeling how hard Jisung really is.
They’re close enough in height that she doesn’t need to crane her neck to look at him, but that just makes his gaze all the more intense. Hyunjin has never seen this expression on him before, one of headiness and arousal. Whenever Jisung compliments her, he uses words like ‘beautiful’ and ‘gorgeous’. All polite. Pure. Nothing that indicates… sexual desire, because he’s respectful. And that’s really attractive to her, a man that respects women.
Sometimes Hyunjin wants her boyfriend to disrespect her, though. Just a little bit.
“It’s natural because it’s happening ,” continues Jisung. “Um, unless you don’t want to, of course.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Hyunjin says, rolling her eyes. Then, she curls a hand around the back of his neck and pulls him in for a kiss.
Obviously they’ve kissed before, even made out a little, but it’s always stayed fairly PG-13. Jisung dutifully kept his hands to himself and Hyunjin, figuring he just wasn’t ready yet, heeded those invisible and possibly even imaginary boundaries. But now that there’s mutual permission between them, Hyunjin takes it upon herself to slide her hands along the soft fabric of Jisung’s hoodie, groping him over his clothes. Jisung is a few levels more polite about it, avoiding her chest to trace along her shoulders and down to the curve of her waist. Even over her clothes, his touch ignites sparks.
“Come on,” murmurs Hyunjin, against Jisung’s minty lips. “Touch me more, baby. I want it.” She guides his hands under her cotton sleep shirt and across the planes of her stomach, hoping he’ll get the hint and move further upwards. Jisung gives a trembling sigh, thumbing over her soft, toned skin, though he doesn’t roam otherwise. Maybe Hyunjin needs to urge him a little more, so she nips his bottom lip, but Jisung huffs out a gentle laugh. Maybe it’s a game, then.
Fine. She can play dirty if that’s what Jisung really wants.
So Hyunjin tugs him closer by the hair along the nape of his neck and licks his gums. With his body slotted against her, Jisung’s cock presses into her hip and the twitch of it through his pajama pants sends a heavy wave of arousal through her. It feels sort of big, in a way that makes her shake; not so huge she’s unsure it will fit, but certainly on the bigger side of average. Jisung is going to fill her up so well. The anticipation causes another swell of arousal.
She tells him so and it’s like her words flip that switch inside of Jisung, opens his floodgates and allows his perversion through to the surface. “ Shit ”, he curses, devouring Hyunjin’s mouth hungrily. Finally, his hands make their way to her chest and cup her tits. Jisung squeezes gently, still respectful in his horniness and somehow Hyunjin has the room to find it sweet, despite how frustrating his polite hesitation is. Hyunjin slips her hands under his hoodie, smoothing along soft, toned skin like her own tummy. She brings them further up to his chest and presses her fingers into the muscle she knew was there, but had never gotten to see beyond their outline through a thin t-shirt.
“Baby,” Jisung groans, fingers twitching where they caress her chest as if he’s trying his very best not to be too rough. Instead, he sweetly thumbs over her nipples until she whimpers. “Baby,” he repeats, more insistently.
Hyunjin didn’t know she was meant to answer the first time, and probably wouldn’t have been able to anyway, too focused on their pleasure to pay attention. Still, she reaches around and presses Jisung close as an excuse to feel up his back muscles. “Hmm?”
He pulls away from her mouth to smatter bruising kisses along her throat. Against her skin, he asks, “Can I give you head? Please?”
God. Hyunjin’s eyes nearly roll back and her cunt pathetically squeezes around emptiness. What man asks to do that? None! Except Jisung, who consistently reveals himself to be perfect in every single way. Finding a man who offers to eat a girl out is like searching for a four-leaf clover.
“Hhh,” she breathes, “of course you can, baby.” Mournfully, they separate, though Hyunjin assures herself that it’s for a good cause. The best cause, really. It’s worth it, when Jisung places a warm hand on her cheek and looks at her with overflowing affection, so much that she couldn’t possibly hold it all herself.
He thumbs across her swollen spit-slick lips and smiles. “So pretty, baby. I love you.”
What a dick. How dare he make her want to melt into a puddle of sticky goo when he’s going to stuff his face in her pussy in less than three minutes? “You are so — I love you, too.”
Jisung laughs and tugs her to her bed. She stands to the side of it while he sets up pillows in the middle — two at the headboard to comfortably support her head and one a bit further down, to place her hips on. “It’s a better angle, I promise,” he says. Hyunjin’s heart thumps at his consideration of her comfort. Oh my god, he really loves her; the evidence is everywhere. When he finishes, Jisung helps Hyunjin onto the bed and lays her down, then climbs on after her. He hovers above her and graces her with a few cute, chaste kisses.
Then, he hikes her shirt over her chest like he never had any qualms at all about respect, exposing her tits for him to see. It almost makes her shy, now, to lay bare beneath him. Hyunjin wishes she could say that she’s never shy — that she’s confident and sexy all the time, but Jisung brings this sort of innocent giddiness out of her all the time. He’s the only man that’s ever made her blush and feel cute like this. “Wow,” he whispers, full of reverence, when anyone else would look at her tits like an animal. Jisung caresses them again, leaning down to litter them with affectionate kisses. “You’re beautiful, jagiya.”
Somehow, this is sexier than any other way she could be treated during sex. Hyunjin has to squeeze her thighs together just to relieve some of the tingling pressure. One of her hands curls into his hair and she places her pointer finger of the other between her lips, biting her nail just to have something to do with them. Amidst her gentle gasps and sighs, Jisung murmurs words against her skin between nips and kisses, sometimes intelligible and sometimes telling Hyunjin just how soft and sweet she is.
By now she must have soaked through her underwear, maybe even her shorts. Jisung seems to know just the right places on her skin to touch and lick, to make her feel incredible. His fingers dig into her waist the more that he gets into it, sucking a nipple into his mouth until Hyunjin trembles. “God,” she sighs, eyes lidded as she looks down at him. “I wish we had done this sooner.” Her head thumps back as he switches attention to her other nipple. “You’re really good at this.”
Jisung sits up on his heels, shrugging with an embarrassed smile so cute that Hyunjin can do nothing besides giggle fondly at him. “I’m alright I think.” He scoots back to give himself more room and bends down to suck a hickey near her belly button. “Can I take your pants off now?”
Hyunjin knocks him with her shin. “Don’t ask me stupid questions, my love. Of course you can!” Jisung snickers at her, but dutifully tugs down her shorts, tenderly taking her legs out one after the other. He tosses them off the bed and delicately opens her legs, exposing her cunt, covered by the damp fabric of her underwear.
Suddenly Hyunjin feels shy again, under Jisung’s unwaveringly worshipful gaze. The pure love in his eyes is borderline terrifying, and she can’t remember a time when anyone has ever looked at her like that. It makes Hyunjin want to bury her head in the dirt to hide from it, to grab a shovel and dig a hole big enough inside of herself to carry it all. On instinct, she attempts to close her thighs, but Jisung gently presses them down. “You’re gorgeous, baby,” says Jisung with a worried pout, horribly genuine and entirely misreading the situation. Hyunjin has always known that she’s gorgeous. “Don’t hide from me. I want to see you.”
“ Augh .” Hyunjin covers her face with her hands, skin splotching pink with embarrassment. Jisung rubs comforting circles into her thigh. “Stop being disgusting and just touch me, please.” Jisung laughs, but nothing is funny once his hands are on her. Hyunjin’s hips twitch when he gives her clit a long, firm press with his thumb and it brings the simmering inside of her to a boil.
“Like that?” he asks, with a stupid, sly smile. He knows what he’s doing. Unfortunately, Hyunjin loves it when he gets like this, catching a teasing attitude. As much as she adores sweet, silly Jisung, Hyunjin thinks it's fun when he's a tiny bit mean to her. There must be a balance — Jisung has found it. His smile widens with her whines and he squeezes her tense thigh.
She tries to kick him, but Jisung easily dodges, giggling. “Can you stop being mean and go back to like, worshipping me or something?”
He pulls her underwear to the side, revealing her wet pussy. “I can’t do both?” Swiping a finger through her folds, he groans, then brings his finger up to his lips and tastes her wetness. Hyunjin’s eyes go heady with just how hot it is, and how much Jisung seems to enjoy her flavour. She’d think he was pretending if it weren’t for his cock visibly throbbing in his pants. Fuck .
“Enough,” she gasps, reaching down to tug on a lock of Jisung’s hair. Hyunjin’s pretty sure the sight of his dick print just now turned her into a slip n slide. It makes her squirm in frustration. “Please, baby, I can’t take it anymore.”
“Yah, stop moving then!” Jisung lightly slaps her hip and takes her panties off. He wastes no time diving in, and Hyunjin appreciates it because if he spent one more moment with his mouth anywhere else she thinks she might have had a meltdown.
Jisung pushes her thighs closer to the mattress to give himself the room to bury his face in her pussy, spreading her open with his tongue. The muscle is hard, warm, and wet — it’s like Jisung telepathically read her mind and knows exactly the right pressure to tease her with. He tongues through her slick folds, gathering her wetness into his mouth like it’s a delicacy. Knowing Jisung, that is likely exactly his line of thought. He teases her clit with his upstrokes, wiggling his tongue between her labia and then circling it. What a perfect, constant pleasure. There’s no wavering like Jisung is unsure of himself, and his unusual confidence sends Hyunjin reeling. She really likes this confident side of him. Or, rather, his eagerness to please translates into a mimicry of confidence; because according to Jisung, he’s ‘alright’, but it seems to Hyunjin like he’s much more skilled than that.
Hyunjin’s head thuds backwards into her mountain of pillows when Jisung doesn’t retreat back down her pussy after laving attention to her clit, instead using the flat of his tongue against it. He applies a steady pressure that builds and swells within her, cunt clenching around nothing. Her thighs close around his head and it takes a conscious effort for Hyunjin to not squish him. She curses breathlessly, ‘ Fuck , baby ,” pushing at Jisung’s forehead when it feels like she might piss herself. “ Oh - oh my god, it’s too much.”
There’s a gentle puff of breath against her cunt, as if Jisung is laughing at her. He probably is; Jisung doesn’t pull off, even though it's clear he must have heard her. All he does is close his lips around her clit and suck lightly. It's not much easier to handle than his tongue and Hyunjin shakes. It’s only now that she realises she might come. Inside her the arousal stacks, as though bricks are continuously being laid on a wobbly foundation. Soon enough, it will grow so heavy in her gut that it will collapse like a Jenga tower.
After a few seconds, Jisung gives her sensitive clit a break, dipping down to tongue around her hole, though it feels just as good. The nerve endings at her opening are receptive to Jisung’s movements, making the muscle pulse around his tongue. He moans like it’s the hottest thing in the world and adjusts his grip on her thighs tighter, pulling her closer. Jisung is holding her so tightly that mottled finger-shaped bruises are bound to appear on her skin soon. That’s sexy, what the fuck, she thinks, twisting her fist in her pillowcase. At the back of her mind, Hyunjin knew that Jisung worked out. The gym was their catalyst, after all, where she and Jisung morphed from acquaintances with mutual friends to something a little more. but even if not, she could see it in his arms when he wore short sleeves. Yet, they don’t go to the gym together, so she occasionally forgets until times like this. He doesn’t showcase his strength often, but the infrequency only makes it special.
She gushes, and Jisung happily laps it up like a champ. Then, he returns back to where Hyunjin is most sensitive and takes her clit back between his lips, sucking with fervour. The build-up of tension in her gut returns with an overwhelming intensity, and Hyunjin knows for sure that she’s going to come. She tells Jisung so.
“I think I’m gonna come,” she whispers, toes curling against the sheets. When Jisung moans and keeps that same, steady pace, instead of increasing and ruining the build like other men do, Hyunjin says louder, “Fuck. I’m gonna come. Shit!”
Jisung presses a thumb against her cunt, opening her, and she spills over the edge.
Hyunjin has never had such a wonderful orgasm at the hands of a man before. In fact, she can count on one hand how many times a man has made her come prior to today. They’d always stop before it was over, never letting her ride it out, which led to disappointment more than pleasure. But Jisung, he keeps at it, working his jaw although Hyunjin is sure it’s sore by now. All for her . She cries out, gripping his hair and grinding against Jisung’s cute, tiny mouth and beautiful nose.
They’re both breathing heavily by the time that the tidal wave recedes. Hyunjin relaxes her body, allowing Jisung to rise from between her thighs, and the visual of her slick all over his mouth sends a valiant shockwave through her body. “God,” sighs Jisung, licking the wetness off of his lips. His eyes are hazy and aroused -- it turns Hyunjin on, knowing that Jisung likes eating her pussy so much. She squeezes her legs together again, feeling insatiable, but she won’t be selfish. “You’re so hot, baby. Um, respectfully, of course. That was so fucking good. Do you think you could have another one?” When Hyunjin furrows her eyebrows, he clarifies, “Another orgasm I mean. Like could you come again?”
Oh. At this point, Hyunjin’s not quite sure why she’s still getting surprised when Jisung is consistently proving himself to be incredible; he’s like a man out of her wet dreams. She expected him to want to put his dick inside of her, which is surely to be wonderful, but she wouldn’t come again, and he’d probably not ask for a condom, wanting to pull out and come over her ass instead. “Umm……” Hyunjin considers. Sometimes when she plays with herself, she will come several times in a session, though that’s only when she has the time to masturbate for so long -- they don’t happen right after the other, a new tension needs to build first. What’s important, though, is that it is possible. Technically. She shrugs. “Maybe?”
He stares at her. “Okay. Well, can we try? I wasn’t done yet.” Jisung laughs nervously when Hyunjin doesn’t answer right away. “Unless you don’t want to?”
Hyunjin can only blink at him, perplexed. “ You weren’t done yet… What universe do you come from, like seriously?”
Jisung giggles. “You’re feeding into my ego too much baby. Yes or no?”
She enjoys it when Jisung takes initiative. “I mean,” Hyunjin tucks her hair behind her ear in a silly way and gives an exaggerated smirk. “I won’t say not to another potential orgasm. That’s not the kind of crazy that I am.”
He laughs at her, then swings her ankles over his shoulders and promptly attaches himself to her cunt. This time, he pays less attention to her clit, using his thumb to give her the pressure necessary to feel good, but not much else. Rather, he fucks her with his tongue, her hole stretching around his tongue. It feels good together, the clitoral stimulation and his tongue inside of her. Hyunjin’s opening is sensitive, too, and Jisung’s tongue can only reach so far; it means that he can pay special attention to her hole, where it pleases her the best. Hyunjin is sure to let Jisung know exactly how well he’s doing. The neighbours probably know by now, too.
It takes a tiny bit longer for her to crest, though her orgasm is still amazing. Jisung diligently eats her through it like before, but this time when the arousal draws back to a reasonable amount, he still keeps going. He works her sensitive, swollen clit as if he were trying for a third orgasm and it stings nicely. When he sucks at her hole, the overstimulation becomes too much and Hyunjin has to physically pry Jisung away by his hair before she actually screams. “My god,” she gasps, while Jisung appears slightly disappointed by his removal from her cunt. “Are you trying to suck my soul out or something? It felt like all of my nerves down there were going to explode!”
Jisung plants a sloppy, wet kiss on her hip, giggling. He looks so happy and sexy like this. Hyunjin loves that she can see the enjoyment in Jisung’s expression, that he’s having fun. Fondness balloons in her chest -- Hyunjin’s heart fattens with it. Maybe she’ll have a heart attack, or it’ll burst. Distantly, there’s the feeling of a door closing within, shutting Jisung inside her soul for good. Would it be too corny to tell Jisung she loves him more than she thought, after sex? Probably.
“You know,” says Hyunjin, when Jisung doesn’t respond. It’s mostly teasing but it’s also partly based on a tragic piece of knowledge her stupid brain has gifted her. “In order for you to be so good at this, you must have had lots of practice.” Now Jisung’s attention is caught, and he gazes up at Hyunjin with those pretty round eyes. She squints hers in return, poking him in the nose with the tip of her press-on nail. “How! Many bitches have you eaten out to be this good?”
He immediately rolls his eyes. “Baby, stop being so dramatic.” Hyunjin opens her mouth to tell him exactly how undramatic it is to consider how many cunts his tongue has been inside of, until he continues with a one-shoulder shrug. “I’m average probably, and everyone else you’ve been with was just statistically really terrible. I’ve had only one other girlfriend, and I’ve dated one trans man. That’s it! And you know I don’t do hookups really.” Hyunjin sighs. She knows this because she doesn’t really do hookups either, and she was comforted by the fact that they were the same.
“ Oh ,” she says in a playfully accusatory tone and sits up. “So you’re a sex god and a liar then?”
Jisung slaps her with his hoodie sleeve and laughs, so Hyunjin tugs him up by his collar and kisses him. She licks the taste of herself off of his lips until Jisung has melted into a puddle in her lap, and Hyunjin decides to urge them further along. They’ve yet to reach the main event after all. As sensitive as her cunt is after coming twice, she still yearns for Jisung’s dick inside of her. And it’ll feel good for him too, Hyunjin supposes.
She pulls Jisung’s hoodie off with little resistance from him, and her eyes grow wide when she sees his body underneath. He’s fit for sure, with his toned stomach and growing chest, but that isn’t what shocks Hyunjin at all. “What the hell?” Entranced, she brushes her hand against the couple of tattoos stamped on Jisung’s chest. If she even dares to look at the one spanning his ribcage she’ll probably have an aneurysm. “Since when did you have tattoos??”
Surprised, Jisung looks down at himself as if he had forgotten they were there. “Oh. I guess you’ve never seen them before, huh?” Hyunjin throws him a flabbergasted look and he grins. “Do you like them?” He traces the letters evenly spaced down his side. “This one is the most recent. I think when we talked at the gym it was the first time I got to work out with it.” Hyunjin’s brain turns to static. There’s something insanely sexy about Jisung’s secret tattoos. Maybe if she’s crazy enough she can get him to tattoo her name over his heart or something. That way she can place her palm over it every time she’s on top.
Oh, what an excellent idea.
“God damn?” Hyunjin pushes him onto the bed, suddenly ravenous, and gives him her pillow to place beneath his head. “Let me ride you? Please? Pretty please?” By the time she gets his pants off and swings a leg over his lap, Jisung is flushed pink, dark hair fanning out around his head. ‘ Umm’ , he mutters, seeming almost afraid, and it clicks in Hyunjin’s head that she never offered something equal in return for his mouth on her. “Sorry,” she says sheepishly. “I was just excited. I’ll suck you off, first.”
Jisung’s hand flies out to her waist, keeping Hyunjin hovering over his lap. “No! No, um, it's okay. I wasn’t- we can try that next time. I just-” his flush deepens into a cherry red that travels towards his throat. “I’m already kind of close, baby. Eating you out was so hot,” he accentuates with a short laugh, “and, well. You’re gonna look so pretty on top of me, I don’t need anything extra. Actually, promise you won't be mad if I come in like two seconds?” Jisung sticks his pinky out.
Hyunjin giggles, flattered. “Cute,” she says and hooks her pinky in his. Normally that’s how it goes anyway, but that’s just because regular men are selfish lovers. Jisung has already given her more than enough and with resilience and patience that other men don’t have. There’s a difference between the men who just fuck her and come without care, versus Jisung. She smiles. “I’ll take it as a compliment then.”
Jisung’s dick is hard and reddened beneath her, lying on his lower stomach. Precum drips steadily from the head, so Hyunjin reaches down and collects it on her thumb, rubbing it around the soft skin near his slit. “ Baby ,” Jisung hisses, digging his fingers into her hip. Hyunjin smiles slyly and says, “I’ve got to get it a little wet, right? Before the condom?”
“Okay, well, I’ll also never recover from embarrassment if I come into your hand before you can get it on. Here, I’ll do it.” Hyunjin laughs but obediently spits on Jisung’s hand when he offers it so that he can work himself over while she reaches into her nightstand for a condom. She tears it open and he rolls the condom on. “Alright baby, are you ready?” Jisung looks up at her with his beautiful eyes, sweeter than sugar.
Hyunjin can’t help but kiss him. “Yeah.”
She doesn’t let Jisung do the work this time, just like he took care of her earlier. Hyunjin lifts herself up a bit higher, then takes his cock and lines it up with her hole. Just the anticipation of it has her opening fluttering before the head even reaches it; she shivers when it presses in. Slowly, Hyunjin seats herself, whining under her breath. She savours this feeling, the gradual sinking onto Jisung’s cock and all of the little sounds he makes as her warm cunt envelops him. He sounds so broken. The power Hyunjin has over him drives her crazy sometimes.
When her ass is flush against Jisung’s hips, and Hyunjin is fully speared on his dick, Jisung’s other hand lifts to her waist and holds her still. “Oh my god,” he gasps. “I knew you’d look beautiful like this. You’re gorgeous, Hyunjin-ah. Like a - a goddess.”
She pinkens. “Shut up. Thank you.” He’s right, of course. Every man should tell her this, but it’s more sincere coming from Jisung. It makes her shy. When Jisung swipes a thumb over her skin, Hyunjin remembers what she’s supposed to be doing, and what is keeping her from it. So, she pries Jisung’s hands off of her, instead guiding them to her tits.
This is better than she could have imagined -- he does fill her up so well, just as she predicted. She wonders if he had thought of this moment, too. “Did you ever think about me,” asks Hyunjin, lightly rocking. A tease. “Did you ever imagine what I would be like in bed?”
Jisung’s fingertips briefly dig into her skin, and she hopes that he’ll make bruises to match the ones that will soon bloom on her thighs. Visibly he gulps, hazily blinking up at her. “Yeah,” Jisung answers breathlessly. His cock jumps inside of her. “I tried not to -- I didn’t want to seem like I was sexualising you. But, yes. I think about you every time I, um,” he cuts himself off, embarrassed, but Hyunjin understands the implications. If it were anyone else, she figures she’d be disgusted, yet now Hyunjin is mostly pleased that he likes her so much.
“You’re sweet,” she says, cupping his cheek and giggling quietly when Jisung nuzzles into her hand. Brushing her thumb across his lips, Hyunjin smiles wickedly. “What did you think about, baby?” When Jisung opens his mouth to reply, she puts in the work .
One thing about Hyunjin is that she knows she’s good on top. Taking dance classes for most of her life means that she has muscle control other girls can only dream of. She starts slow for Jisung, plants her hands on her headboard and continues rolling her hips gently in this new angle. His chest visibly stutters and he won't take his eyes off of her. Good.
“Uh…” trails Jisung, blinking as though remembering that he was asked a question had startled him. “I thought, ah , about eating you out a lot,” his fingers twitch on her waist. “Sitting on my face. It’s one of my favourite things.” Fuck. Hyunjin’s pussy throbs, causing Jisung to hiss, but he obediently continues. “I like to imagine waking up and just… sliding into you. Waking you up by making you feel good. Your sleepy little noises would be so pretty and cute.”
A shiver zips up her spine. “That’s so hot, what the fuck? You think like that and it took us this long to do anything? Wake me up like that tomorrow and you’re never leaving my apartment.” Jisung grants Hyunjin an aroused little laugh, but she wasn’t joking one bit.
After a moment, Hyunjin picks up the pace and adds some bounce to it, so she’s finally riding , instead of just grinding. It’s like a reward for a wonderful and detailed answer, and also for being sexy and kind and perfect.
If this feels good for her, then it must feel incredible for Jisung. She can see it in the way that his eyes grow heavy, the way he bites his lip and groans. He tries his best to focus on her, hands traversing across her body, but he doesn’t do much more than hold on to her or cup her tits. Hyunjin craves more of this. The desire to watch Jisung fall apart exceeds her own need, which builds again, but in a different way. Penetration is an entirely separate sensation for her, won’t bring her over the edge but yummy all the same. She could chase the feeling if she wanted to, figure out how to make his dick hit her sweet spot, but it’s more fun to squeeze her cunt and listen to Jisung moan.
“Fuck,” Jisung gasps frantically, a few seconds after Hyunjin leans back on her hands to get some real leverage. “I think I’m gonna come.” Perfect -- exactly what she wanted.
“Yeah? It’s good, baby?” His thighs tremble beneath her hands and it’s the single hottest thing she’s ever felt in her life. But, instead of letting go and filling her up as she expected, Jisung takes her by the hips and pulls her off of his cock, tossing her beside him on the bed.
Hyunjin moans far too loud for her thin apartment walls. What the hell? Her pussy throbs and she can feel a small glob of slickness leak from her hole. “What the fuck?” This is the single hottest thing she’s ever felt in her life. Through her scrambled brain, Hyunjin tries to comprehend what Jisung is doing, but her blue-screened mind doesn’t cooperate. Does he even realise what he just did? She feels like a cartoon character with spiral eyes and birds flying around her head.
“Sorry,” Jisung apologises breathlessly. He sits up in front of Hyunjin and pushes her legs towards her chest. “I didn’t wanna come yet.” He doesn’t give Hyunjin any time to process before he’s pressing his cock back inside of her. Her hands clasp onto his shoulders as Jisung begins to fuck her.
“Oh my god,” manages Hyunjin, stuttering with breaths punched out from Jisung’s thrusts. Not for the first time, she wonders how she got so lucky with Jisung. “Fuck. Jisung, fuck .”
He laughs, borderline evil. Jisung mocks her with a sharp grin. “It’s good, baby?” Hyunjin kind of wants to choke him out, but she can’t really keep that thought in her head with how fucking amazing Jisung is fucking her right now. All she can really do is push at his cheek, turning his head away, until he nips at her hand. Then, he sucks her thumb into his mouth and it takes almost everything inside her not to cry at how insanely good this is.
After a second, Jisung drops down, supporting himself with his palms behind Hyunjin’s head. It forces her legs closer to her body and changes the angle so that Jisung’s girth drags along her sweet spot with almost every press of his hips. She’s never been with anyone whose stroke game is this crazy and keeps this pathetic, flushed look while absolutely destroying her. She’s turning deranged. Hyunjin loves it when Jisung looks like this. Fucking hell. It seems like Hyunjin has struck gold in the boyfriend mine.
If Hyunjin could come from penetration only, she thinks it would’ve happened twice by now. She flutters around him every time his strokes send shockwaves in her stomach and it’s sort of baffling that he hasn’t come yet, either. For a moment she wonders if Jisung is being so diligent because he assumes that she’ll eventually orgasm, and considers telling him to let go until Jisung swipes two fingers through the wetness gathered around his dick from her cunt and stimulates her clit. Hyunjiin almost bursts into tears with how he works her through her orgasm, whispering just how perfect she did. Her pussy pulses around him, milking him for all he’s worth, but he still fucks her through it, up to the moment where he just can’t anymore.
“Shit, baby,” curses Jisung, as he pulls out. He rips the condom off and comes over Hyunjin’s cunt, painting it with streaks of sticky white. It makes her shiver, but she doesn’t think she could possibly come again. A solid ten seconds pass where Hyunjin lies there out of breath and Jisung stares at her cunt as though he’s thinking about licking his come off of her. It takes Hyunjin pushing at his shoulder with her foot to snap him out of it.
“My love, I don’t think my poor pussy could handle it if you did anything else to it. What the hell is wrong with you? Who taught you to fuck like that? Jesus Christ!”
“Yah, stop saying things like that!” Jisung slaps her calf, then climbs off of the bed and puts his underwear back on. “Nobody taught me anything, it’s not like I’m super experienced,” He trails off as he steps through the doorway into Hyunjin’s bathroom. After a second, she hears the water run, and then Jisung returns with a damp washcloth. “Did I watch a lot of porn as a teenager though? Maybe so!”
“Men,” scoffs Hyunjin, meanwhile her heart thuds with how gentle Jisung is, cleaning her up. He’s careful not to put too much pressure on the most sensitive parts of her and leaves behind sweet kisses on her clean skin, like a little treat. When Jisung finishes, he tosses the rag to the side. “Come here. Kiss?”
Jisung gives Hyunjin what she wants, but pulls away before she’s ready. “ Hey, ” Hyunjin says with a frown, which Jisung kisses away. “Let me put your pajamas on, baby. Then I’ll get in bed.”
“Oh.” Hyunjin blushes. Jisung is so sweet all the time, it's a surprise he doesn’t dissolve in water. “Sure.” So Jisung takes his time dressing Hyunjin, kissing her ankles before putting her foot through her shorts, her underwear too ruined to put back on. She pulls them up her legs herself, and then Jisung fits her top around her head so that she can stick her arms through. “Thank you. I love you.” She pouts at him until Jisung flutters kisses over her face, then climbs beneath the sheets beside her with a fond pat on her head and a quiet ‘ I love you too’ .
While Jisung gets settled, Hyunjin picks up the remote on her nightstand and turns her TV on. “Okay! Since that’s over now, movie time! We’re gonna watch Ten Things I Hate About You . Ugh, nobody does enemies to lovers like they do.”