listen… heeseung and mark leaving back to back had me questioning everything LMAO but i’m slowly but surely getting back into the swing of things #mybad
synopsis — after tapping out early into your first-time, jisung refuses to be a fool in front of you again. gathering reinforcements, he arms himself in preparation to please you when the next time comes for you both to be intimate. and boy, does he learn a lot.
genre — nonidol!au (inexperienced!jisung x experienced!reader), fem!reader, mature (smut), and established relationship
minors dni, please ! (nsfw tags under the cut)
content — probably needs another proof read, men explaining sex, multiple scenes of ji lasting a millisecond (jk, jk), pet-names (pretty, babe, baby), reader naturally takes on a bit of a dominate role, brief missionary, cunniligus, overstimulation, hair-pulling, unprotected probone, even more missionary, ear play + sucking, creampie, and a tiny off-hand joke about dh offering to fawk jisung
word count — 6k
author’s note — listen, ik virtually everyone came out of tds3 loving chenle (rightfully so) but personally, i’ve been on jisung timing since my stop teehee 🤭
I. ACT ONE
Jisung had dreamed of this moment much more than he’d care to admit to. You both had been dating for nearly a year and had yet gotten to the point of stark intimacy, well, until now.
It was breathtaking really, seeing you under him. He couldn’t believe this was his reality, that you were actually doing this with him. That was all he could think about when you first initiated it. He let you take the lead, per usual, but this time it reached a point where he was eager to agree when you asked if he was ready.
Though, at this moment, he was coming to regret that excited confirmation he had delivered earlier.
“Oh,” you verbalized from the junction of Jisung’s neck following the sudden stall in his movements. “Did you…?”
A faint whimper escapes from Jisung’s lips, visibly coming down from his evident climax. You watch as Jisung’s eyes flutter open, his face soon contorting into a look of sheer horror, dropping his head to where your bodies met to witness the scene completely for himself.
“Oh my god…” he mumbles in what you read as bewilderment, his head snapping back to speak to you.
“___, I am so sorry.” Jisung sputters out immediately.
A fond laugh fights its way through you, and you shake your head to mask it away. “No, no. It’s okay, Ji’…”
You try to comfort him, but his flushed face remains puffy with frustration. Your hands that come to cradle his bloated cheeks do little to soothe his nerves. Jisung huffs, undoubtedly upset with himself.
“Hey, look at me.” You urge his gaze to meet your own, he finds your eyes soft and a tender smile playing at your lips. Jisung finds his heart rate slowing at this, the pad of your thumb that smoothes over his tense jaw aiding in his relaxation.
“We can stop, if you want?”
Jisung inhales sharply, squeezing his eyes shut as if once he opens them back up that this moment will have never happened. But you’re still there, waiting patiently for his answer.
He thinks for a moment. There was a thought that spoke to him, to keep going as he knew how long you both had waited for this night. But the weight of his reality felt like it was physically crushing him too much to listen.
“Uh, yeah. I think that’d be best…” He answers meekly and you reluctantly nod.
His room falls silent besides from the rustling of you assisting him with pulling out and the bed creaking under his weight as he plops in the spot next to your body. You regretfully sit up after only experiencing time on your back momentarily, sparing a solemn look to Jisung who’s large hands hide his face.
“You okay?” Your voice is gentle as you probe him.
Jisung clears his throat, revealing his face briefly when he sits up on his elbows to address you. It’s painted a furious pink from what you assume is his embarrassment and shimmers with sweat. “Yeah, I just—uh— need a minute.”
Understanding of him, you decide to slip away to handle yourself. “Okay, well, I’ll be in the bathroom.”
“Mhm.” Jisung nods, watching you intently as you slide from the mattress, grabbing his once discarded tee, and trail to the nearby bathroom before disappearing behind the door.
His body meets his bed again with a thud, shielding his hot face away with his hands once again.
II. JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE
It takes a number of business days before Jisung can even work up the courage to see you in person, let alone mention what had transpired that night. The memory had been gnawing away at him since, every time he blinked, or tried to sleep, your nonplus reaction to his “premature” arrival was all he could see.
There was no way he could bring it up in conversation just yet… at least not to you.
“You what?!” Renjun exclaims in absolute horror.
“He lasted thirty seconds!” Chenle gleefully responds for Jisung, still coming down from the belly-splitting laughing fit he had just went through before informing Renjun.
Brazenly (and stupidly), Jisung had decided he was fed up with his set of circumstances— trusting his best-friend and roommate, Chenle, with the information that had landed him in this unfortunate position.
But very quickly, he realized just how much of a mistake that was.
Jisung sighs frustratedly— sparing the brunette a piercing glare before angling his attention back to Renjun, “It was more like a minute and a half…”
“Oh, Jisung, that’s still not good.” Renjun comes over, slowly sitting on the opposite side of his junior.
“I know.” Jisung physically slumps in his spot, a cutesy pout on his face.
A tight-lipped, earnest smile graces Renjun’s face and he places a comforting hand on Jisung’s shoulder. “Did you at least help her?”
Jisung asks blankly, confused. “With what?”
Renjun pauses alongside Chenle, both of them sharing a horrified look while Jisung glances between them like a baby deer.
“You didn’t help her?!” Chenle screeches, eyes bulging and eyebrows angled in complete confusion.
“Do what?!” Jisung bellows, now frustrated.
“Jisung, even I know what you’re supposed to do for your girlfriend in the event you.. finish early…” Renjun voices deeply and careful enough for his friend’s digestion.
Jisung pauses for a moment, picking apart Renjun’s words before making a face of understanding.“I— oh, well she said she’d take care of it!”
“Still,” Renjun sighs, taking a moment to calm himself. “you’re supposed to offer, man.”
“I’ve got to tell Mark about this…” Chenle shakes his head, already typing in the group chat.
III. SECOND OPINION(S)
“Dude…”
Mark’s face is twisted in an expression Jisung can only decipher as disbelief, a common emotion he’s encountered since filling in his friend group on his situation.
“I know, I know. It’s not a good look.”
Donghyuck scoffs amusedly, having stopped in on the conversation after overhearing the absurd topic. “It’s an awful look, actually. How do you cum in thirty seconds without getting your girl off after?”
“It wasn’t—“ Jisung sighs, gathering himself. “I don’t know. I have no idea what I’m doing.” He recedes, sinking into the material of the couch that supported him, Mark, and Jaemin.
“Well, ___ knows this, right?” Jeno pipes from beside Donghyuck after remaining silent the whole debriefing session.
Jisung shifts in his spot, shrinking from the burning gazes of his friends as they wait for him to overshare. “Yeah, I mean, we talked about it before. But she has experience, and— I dunno— I thought I’d at least do okay…”
“Ah, Jisung. No ones ever perfect doing anything for the first time.” Jaemin plants a rather rough yet consoling pat on the younger’s back.
“I was.” Donghyuck interjects, a smug look on his face while shrugging his shoulders.
Renjun scoffs, shoving the back of the former’s head from his positioning— leaning over the same couch Donghyuck happened to be sprawled across. “You cried.”
“Aht!“ Donghyuck rubs his head, snapping around to correct his friend. “That was the second time!”
Mark sighs deeply, drawing the attention away from his friends’ squabble. “Jisung, have you both talked about it since?”
Jisung anxiously plays with his ear, pouting. “Well, no, even if I wanted to I just don’t know what I’d say…” It was a true concern for him. He had muddled over the scenario in his about a dozen times at this point, and every time he couldn’t find the appropriate words to say to you— even if you weren’t even really there.
“Sorry for only lasting thirty seconds?” Chenle wickedly suggests, earning yet another warning glare from Jisung.
“Ou, if you don’t know how to say it, you could always get a cake!” Donghyuck piles on, promptly earning another wack to his head— this time Jeno is the unamused culprit.
“Look, next time you see her, just be honest.” Jaemin advises, effectively drowning out the whining of his battered friend who claimed Chenle deserves the lashings because he commented first.
Jisung nods, considering it but not with another issue forming in his mind. “Okay, well… what about… you know...”
“The sex?” A handful of them chime in response.
The younger boy’s lips form a tight, shy line, obviously still finding the topic a bit taboo. “Yes, yes— that. What am I supposed to do? I don’t want a repeat of last time…”
“Just watch a bunch of porn, that’s what I did.” Donghyuck recommends, still testing his luck.
Exhausted, Renjun simply lets his eyes pierce into the back of his friend’s head for a moment before sighing.
“How about we don’t do that and just give you some pointers, hmm?”
Jisung claps his hands together, liking that nugget of advice way more than Donghyuck’s, who sits offended, tongue infamously poking his cheek.
“Okay, sounds good.”
IV. H.T.P.A.S.Y.G 101
Now, when Jisung was told that everyone would be meeting in he, Chenle, and Renjun’s shared living room to “give him pointers”, he didn’t necessarily expect to be surrounded by his friends while his television displayed a slide show.
Surprisingly, Donghyuck ran the operation with his laptop perched on the armrest on the opposite couch, even after his treatment the other night.
“Alright, Jisung, welcome to how to please and satisfy your girl 1-0-1!” Donghyuck stands at the center of the room, gesturing towards the screen that projects the title ‘H.T.P.A.S.Y.G 101’— along with throwaway stock photos of couples experiencing varied emotions.
“Woah. Did you make this?” Jisung voices, foolishly impressed with his friend’s set-up.
Donghyuck’s facials drop, “No. It was already a template on Canva.” He deadpans while Jisung makes a motion of understanding.
Collectively, his friends blink ludicrously at Jisung’s naïveté. “He made it, Jisung-ie…” Jaemin clarifies slowly.
“Ah,” the latter nods, embarrassment creeping up his skin.
Donghyuck shakes his head before putting the attention back on the screen where he flips to the next slide, automatically does Jisung pull out his phone to retain the coming information.
“Okay, first rule, don’t come in thirty seconds.”
A cacophony of snickers and tittering emerge from the group at Jisung’s expense.
“I— how long are you guys gonna run with this?” Jisung cringes, regretting all over again even including the detail of his duration.
The man in the center staggers back into his spot, pretending to wipe away fallen tears. “I’m sorry it’s too funny…”
“Now! It may seem hard but the last thing we want is a redo of what happened last time, yes?” Jisung nods shamefully, lips tight.
“Next rule, be a giver. Down the line you can find out whether or not she prefers it but to start, you wanna take charge and get your girl off.”
Jisung hums, his focus being the ever growing list on his phone-screen. Curious, Jeno peers over at him.
“A—are you seriously taking notes?” He furrows his brows at the open tab in Jisung’s notes app.
“Hey, he’s a diligent learner!” Donghyuck waves a warning finger towards Jeno before turning to reassure Jisung. “Don’t worry, Jisung, the best students study.”
He addresses his older friend’s defense of him briefly, already having questions about the lesson. “When we say… get her off— what do you mean?”
“Eat her out, Jisung.” Chenle interjects flatly.
“Oh.” Jisung’s head bobs slowly. “And how do I do that?”
The “teacher” sucks his teeth, “Christ, do we have to teach you everything?”
Jisung just blinks in response, earning a tired sigh from Donghyuck, “I’ll send you some material after class.”
“Okay.” Jisung nods.
“Third rule! Take it slow. Kind of ties back into rule one but can be used elsewhere. Listen, I know you’re a bit of a fumbling mess but at least try and make it seem like you know what you’re doing.”
Despite the directed jab, Jisung continues to diligently jot down Donghyuck’s advice.
“What does ___ like, do you know?” Mark pipes.
“Sexually?” The boy’s eyes go wide, a bit startled.
Mark snorts, “I’m not asking for her favorite food, man,”
Jisung breathes out a sheepish laugh, “Ah, well, she’s kinda sensitive around the ears…”
Donghyuck claps, startling Jisung but effectively grabbing his attention, “Alright, involve that! Kiss, lick, suck for all I care. You gotta do something that’ll turn her on, you can’t just whip your dick out and stop there, got it?”
“Got it.” Jisung re-affirms, intently copying down every word that leaves his friends’ mouths.
“Well, I think that’s enough for today,” Donghyuck nods, clearly proud of himself.
“Thank god.” Jaemin sighs exasperatedly, earning himself a warning look from Donghyuck. The latter rolls his eyes, smiling at Jisung who reviews what he’s learnt so far.
“You seem like you picked up well, I’ll quiz you after you watch the material.”
Jeno snorts, “You do know you’re not an actual teacher, right?”
Donghyuck smugly smirks, propping his hands onto his hips.
“Don’t be a hater, Jen’. If you want a lesson, you can just ask. Don’t think I forgot about what Iseul said— agh!” Swiftly, Jeno starts strangling Donghyuck to cut him off, the latter dramatically flopping on the couch behind him and taking the older boy with him.
Using the commotion to his advantage, Renjun swoops in to take a seat next to Jisung, who quietly reviews his notes in the midst of the chaos.
“And Jisung,”
“Hmm?” The younger glances up from his notes.
“Don’t forget that the reason we’re here is because ___ likes you. Not what you can do for her in bed or any tricks these idiots are telling you to do…”
“Ah, okay.”
“I mean, we all mean well— even Donghyuck— but what matters most is that you’re yourself. That’s what ___’s most attracted to, right?”
“Yeah, I guess…” Jisung answers hesitantly.
“Right. Maybe you should watch that video Donghyuck sends you, though.” Renjun suggests a bit quieter, though his urgency remains evident.
Jisung laughs at his older friend, nodding in understanding. “Will do!”
V. ACT TWO
The next you spend genuine alone time with Jisung is two weeks following the whole incident, you’re grateful that he’s grown comfortable again with skin-ship. Missing nights like these where you two were able to wordlessly cuddle up together without an evident damper hanging over the room. Of course, you’d love to address that night. Maybe even give it another try but unless Jisung makes it clear that he’s comfortable with it, you suppress any and all thoughts about it.
Much to your liking, the night carried on like usual. No roommates to interrupt your skinship, or to witness the chaste kisses you gave each other. But in the midst of watching the second film Jisung had gladly let you choose— you realize just how touchy he’s getting.
A typical reserved hand that would be perched on your hip was playing with the hem of your shorts, igniting the bare skin with every brief graze.
Curious, you angle your head upwards on Jisung’s shoulder, immediately drawing his attention from the screen and down to you.
“You okay?” You inquire, an eyebrow raising. You tried to hide your excitement but the grin that found your features was an obvious giveaway that you were losing.
Jisung simply hums, his hands still stationed in their new territory. You nod, “Okay…” and instinctively crane your head up to signal a kiss.
Quickly, Jisung obliges, meeting you halfway and connecting your lips. Your intent was for it to be just like the other kisses that happened tonight. Quick, sweet, no alternative intent, but that was clearly not Jisung’s shared intention.
When you depart, he follows, and you have no problem in giving him what he wants. The kiss is extended, the hand on your thigh tightening in grip. You match Jisung’s vigor, equally biting at his lips and easing your tongue in his mouth when his own licks at your entrance. But you have to say you were not expecting this.
Soon, Jisung’s body was angled nearly on top of you and he showed no signs of stopping. Both hands now on your waist as he titled you backwards, still intently keeping your mouths fixed together.
“Oh, hello?” You manage to get out.
“Hi.”
Jisung takes control, which is very unusual since typically you’ll straddle him when making out. But you allow it to happen, your back meeting the bed as Jisung kisses you passionately. This kiss is much different than one you’ve ever shared with him, normally he’s way more reserved— even before your first time he was shy, but obviously a fire has been lit under him to redeem himself.
You’re the first to pull away, not moving far but just enough to be able to catch your breath. Jisung has never kissed you speechless before, but you’re okay if this was to become your new reality.
“Jisung…”
He ignores you, kissing down your neck while his large hands grope you. He's hungry, his teeth grazing against your skin in rotation with his suckling but his bruises still feel like heaven— you didn’t even know he was capable of leaving such marks.
Jisung’s cold hands are suddenly under your shirt, lifting the large garment that once belonged to him over your naked breasts. One of them even snaking down to your thin sleep shorts while the other remains to thumb at your now perked nipples.
“Oh— Jisung, wait!” Pausing your pleasure to confront your boyfriend.
He looks at you in surprise, as if he’s been caught doing something wrong.
“Are you sure about this?” You ask carefully.
“I wanna make you feel good…” he replies as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, you blink— slowly gathering yourself as Jisung continues to kiss down your abdomen and eventually to the center of your legs.
You stutter when you feel his hot breath on your core, it’s been so long you’ve had anything like this, you hate to say you’ve been waiting on it but fuck— you have been.
“Ji…” your hand cups the back of his nape, the other replacing his hand that once toyed with your chest.
Jisung gazes up at you, a look that reads that he’s asking you for permission. He quickly drinks up how he’s got you, shirt pushed to your over your breasts— leaving them on display, you look down at him— almost pained while you wait for his next move, lip tucked in between your teeth— a thumb to your own nipple.
Final inch of resolve snapping, Jisung flattens his warm tongue over your sleep shorts, humming instantaneously when his muscle meets the fabric. It’s lewd but he can’t help himself, especially when he encounters the already wet stain in the seat of your bottoms. He quickly gets to work, though, savagely his tongue ravishes you with one measly layer keeping him from fully tasting you.
The sight is one to see, your routinely sweet and respectful boyfriend with his head between your legs— tongue lapping and dancing around your cunt through your shorts.
You can barely take anymore, you need him. You didn’t care what his level of skill was, you needed more stimulation than this.
Jisungs jumps back a bit when you sit up to interrupt him, the shorts being slipped off. “Ji, please, please, keep going,” both of your legs are back on either side of his head, this time your bare, silky cunt on full display. No longer hidden by the baby blue bottoms.
You’re practically begging, your hips involuntarily shifting closer and closer to Jisung’s face as you wait. Jisung couldn’t believe his eyes, you’ve never really begged for him before. Not like this, so vulnerable. His tent had pitched ages ago but the strain he felt watching you now was a different kind of pain.
His newfound confidence falters a bit, wordlessly nodding up at you with wet eyes before obediently lapping at your cunt again. You throw your head back as a whimper rips through you, shifting back onto your elbows to play with your chest again. Not forgetting to keep one hand anchored in Jisung’s hair.
His movements are cautious at first, proving that this is definitely his first time but once he finds a pace that seemingly fits you best, he carries on with it. He alternates between sucking your throbbing clit to dipping his tongue deeper in your folds to tongue at your hole. You’d ask him where he learned that from but you’re too caught up with how good it feels that the question burns out on your tongue.
Before you know it, you’re close to coming already. With it being so long since you've had this, paired with the uncontrollable moans Jisung emits as he restlessly laps up all your juices, you can’t take much more.
“Fuck, Jisung. I’m close…”
Jisung hums, unaware just what that does for you. You whine pulling his hair tighter, in return it’s his turn to whimper. It’s uncomfortable, as he’s realized from the past times you’ve tugged his hair but he would never stop you.
“God, please don’t stop,” With Jisung’s locks entirely in your grasp, you can’t stop yourself from grinding your cunt upwards. Jisung takes a beat to adjust but realizes what you want, he shifts down a bit. The tip of his nose giving your clit the friction it so desperately desires while his tongue draws sloppy circles around your entrance.
You groan, the knot in your stomach tightening. You’re almost intelligible with your blubbering but Jisung manages to make out that you’re— in fact— about to come.
Jisung takes what he’s learned from his lessons and even earlier from this encounter and lets his tongue dip in and out of your hole faintly, giving you little stimulation that leads you closer while you grind on his face.
His quick shift leads your orgasm to come crashing down on you. Jisung’s face is pulled flush to your pussy as you come but he could care less, he watches keenly with wide eyes as you lurch upward, riding his face until you finally come down completely.
His room is still for a moment but Jisung is so absolutely enthralled with the moment and how he’s just made you unravel before him. Gluttonous, he doesn’t wait much longer before he’s dipping back into your folds. Lapping at you and especially your hole, he feels like a madman. The taste of you sends shivers down his spine, your surprised noises only egging him on.
“Oh my god, Ji! Wait, wait, oh,” the intrusion of Jisung’s middle finger is completely foreign but welcomed.
Where the hell was he learning this all from?
Jisung continues to work you open, never neglecting your folds and clit for a moment.
“Ji, if you don’t stop,” you shudder, trying to gather your bearings. “I’m gonna come.”
“Want it,” he moans against your pussy. “Do it again for me, pretty.”
It feels as if you’ve been thrown into the Twilight Zone. Never has Jisung said your nickname in such a tone, so deep and dripping with lust. Butterflies erupt in your stomach, taking your mind off his dual stimulation for just a moment.
With the addition of Jisung’s lengthy digit that now pops in and out of you, it doesn’t take long for your second orgasm to hit, you cry out for your boyfriend again— this time instinctively begging for some control. But your pleas fall on deaf ears, it’s like he’s dead set on keeping his face between your legs, it’s becoming too much at this point. If you two were gonna do this, you wanted him to get something out of it too.
“Fuck, Jisung, too much!”
Jisung snaps from his reverie, all of his ministrations drawing back with his head peeking from between your thighs in concern. You’re finally able to catch your breath, smiling down at him to quell his apparent anxiety. Shyly, he smiles back.
He clears his throat, “Are you okay?”
You laugh at this, still struggling to stabilize your breathing while your body pulsed with what could either be desire or exhaustion. “I am. Better than ever, actually. Are you?”
“Mhm. I uh— I didn’t hurt you or anything?”
“No, Ji, I just don’t think I’d be able to take another orgasm just yet.”
“Oh, okay.” He nods.
You giggle at him, how insane was it that he completely left you dumbstruck on two separate occasions just seconds ago and was acting all reserved the next.
“C’mere,” you open up your arms to him. He rushes to you. Giving you what you want and joining your lips. He's completely unaware just how wet his face is until it’s on your’s and he finds it a bit embarrassing.
But you don’t falter at all, instead kissing him deeply while your hands unmistakably find the boner hitched in his sweats.
Jisung stutters, physically jolting out of the kiss. “Uh, do you wanna move onto that so soon?”
“Well, I don’t want to be the only one who gets off. That’s not fair to you, is it?”
“I’ll be happy as long as you’re satisfied…”
“Ji,” you wipe away your juices that have gathered on his chin.
“Hmm?”
“I’m only satisfied when I know you are too, now, strip.”
Jisung nearly lets a ‘yes, ma’am’ slip from his throat before he hurriedly slips off his clothes. You laugh at how cute he is, removing your own shirt.
“Now, boss, how do you wanna do this?”
“Uh— however you want—“
“Jisung.”
He sighs at the call of his name from your lips, gulping as you stare up to him. “How about… on your stomach?”
“Oh? You don’t want to see my pretty face, hmm?”
“No! I mean, of course I do! You don’t have to—“
“Ji, baby, I’m fucking with you. I’d love to.” with that you roll over, grabbing one of Jisung’s pillows before slipping it under you.
“Oh.” Jisung sighs, the sight of you obeying him and propping yourself up effectively sending more strain to his member.
“Well don’t stop now, come on,” you reach a hand back for Jisung to grab. He obliges, walking to the edge of the bed, and grabbing your hand. He recalls this position from the couple of ”study materials” Donghyuck had sent and he joins you on the bed, shuffling on his knees till his cock hovers your ass.
You shift under him, hiking your ass higher to encourage him to stick his length in. He takes the message and grips his cock, he doesn’t think he’s ever been this hard before.
When he finally lines himself up and sinks inside of you, he hisses while you whimper. Jisung’s hands are practically godsend but nothing, and you mean nothing compares to his dick. You haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since your first time. And always found yourself a tad bit disappointed whenever he would turn you down following it.
“Fuck, Ji, you’re so big, baby,” you groan, trying to adjust as his heavy cock continues to stretch you open.
Jisung can only huff, holding onto his last ounce of control. He's about to come, he can feel it. His hips still, knowing if he moves anymore he’ll end up spoiling this again.
“Oh, please keep moving,” you whine, taking matters into your own hands and pushing your hips back to pick up where he has left off.
“Shit, ___, wait—“ Jisung braces his broad hands against your back, stilling you for a moment. Your head cranes back, concerned but still evidently in need.
“I— I’m about to come…” he speaks weakly, almost as if he’s embarrassed. Which he absolutely is.
You pout, confused with his display of shame.
“That’s fine, baby. Just don’t stop, please, I need you.” The sound of you begging while continuing to grind your ass on his cock sends Jisung absolutely reeling. His eyes squeeze shut, sighing heavily before allowing you to meet him halfway. Your own movements make you purr in delight, you continue to grind against him, and Jisung finds his hips moving too.
He snaps into you, chasing your cunt when you pull away. You moan in surprise, Jisung finally melting and leaning down to stabilize himself as his hips find a shallow pace.
He groans, hiding his flustered face in the junction of your shoulder.
“___…” Jisung pants.
“It’s okay, you can come, fuck, come for me, baby…”
It takes one sharp thrust before Jisung completely loses himself, releasing an almost pained groan into your neck. He continues to jaggedly move in and out of you while you feel him release himself in you, his load spurting along your walls and escaping onto the surrounding areas.
You helplessly moan at the feeling, a bit disappointed when your boyfriend’s eager hips cease to a stop.
“Hmm. Feel better?” You lilt, propping your chin on your shoulder to get the best glimpse of him.
Jisung shudders, breathing out a small laugh. “Yeah, I— sorry…”
“It’s okay, babe. Now, pull out.”
“Hmm? Oh, right!” He heeds to your directions, easing out of you but not without some slither of sadness. He had done it again. Sure, he made you cum but he barely lasted a few minutes inside of you like he had hoped.
Promptly, you shuffle onto your back, cracking your legs open. Shocked, Jisung’s gaze drops to your cunt, now messily decorated with a glistening mix of his semen, saliva, and your own cum.
“You didn’t think that was it, did you?”
Jisung blinks because he absolutely thought you two were finished for the night. You chuckle, hooking your legs around Jisung’s thighs.
“I’m not done with you just yet, Ji’…”
It’s hard for Jisung to shield his excitement, gladly positioning himself in front of you. He grips himself to align with you once again, allowing his other hand to plant by your head.
He could die right now and be absolutely satisfied, Jisung thinks as you suck him back in your walls. His face hovers your own, watching intently as your features scrunches in pleasure.
Quickly adjusting to the sensation of him stretching you out again, you take note of how statuesque he is,“Move, babe.” You gently remind.
“Right, sorry—“ Jisung takes a moment to laugh at himself, garnering an endeared smile from you.
Your hands extend up to hold his face. “No more apologizing, okay?” Jisung nods along with you in response, his heart swelling at your tender act of affection despite him being several inches inside of you.
“Okay, sor— ahem, okay…” you giggle at his immediate slip up, and Jisung arranges his hips in a way that instantly takes your mind off of it, starting to rock into you once more, now both having climaxed once (or twice, in your case)— sensitivity strikes you both but there’s no way that was gonna stop either of you.
“Feel so good,” you hum.
“Yeah?” Jisung asks, innocently, keeping his rhythm as sound as possible.
“Mhm. Don’t stop, okay?”
“I won’t.” Jisung solidifies, finding confidence in being able to see your face and how you visually react to his movements. His hips begin to reel back a greater distance, snapping into you with a fervor that leaves you crying for more.
The obscene sound of Jisung’s thighs repeatedly crashing into your own fill the room, paired with the whine of his name from your lips and the sploshing sound of the wetness between your legs.
Unfortunately, Donghyuck’s voice echoes in his mind, but for good reason. Removing himself from your hold a bit, Jisung leans down to start pecking your ear.
You hum in satisfaction, shuddering under him.
He knew you well, he could still recall the first time he accidentally grazed the area of your ear with his lips. You lurched away with embarrassment washing over you but he had found it to be one of the cutest things in the world. Not many things could pacify you like that, but a little love to your ear did.
You arch yourself into your boyfriend when his tongue darts out of his mouth to flick the shell of your ear, your new positioning encouraging the depth of Jisung’s length. It doesn’t help that Jisung has found his pacing, a mind-numbing repetition of the head of his cock grazing the precise spot that leaves your vision spotty with stars.
“Shit, M’gonna come,” you aimlessly exclaim, the strength you’d usually have to filter your thoughts from useless babble existing no longer.
Jisung hums, continuing to lap at your ear, taking Donghyuck’s nonchalant advice and running with it. You gasp in elation when you feel Jisung suckle at your ear, nipping it before it leaves his mouth.
“Fuck, who taught you this?” Restless, you bring his face back to meet yours, you find your boyfriend’s pupils completely blown out and eyes lidded heavily. You trace his furrowed eyebrows to his parted puffy lips.
Jisung leans down, your inquiry not reaching him whatsoever. Your lips meet and you whimper into the kiss, it’s wet and noisy. Your muscles searching for the best taste of each other.
Your third orgasm was barrelling towards you quickly, and you find yourself looking for anything to give you stability. Mindlessly, your hand traces the distance from Jisung’s face to one of his hands that remains planted on the bed beside you.
Without a second thought does he intertwine your fingers, pressing your joined palms into the mattress as he begins to lose momentum.
“Please keep going,” you wail. ”I’m gonna come.”
Jisung nods, his lips tucked between his teeth as he tries to keep himself together for you. He watched you contort and writhe in pleasure, now becoming familiar with your body’s pattern before a climax.
Your free hand travels to Jisung’s broad back, leaving traces of yourself with savagely placed scratches. He winces, the sting of your fingernails against his back throwing him off but simultaneously driving him to keep going. His own features scrunching to alert you that he himself was close to snapping.
“Ah, please, please—!” You whine, bracing yourself, deliberately pulling Jisung flush to you the best you could to milk to most friction out of him as possible. Your shallow yank is enough to have the large man toppling over and on top of you.
The desired stimulation of your clit grazing against Jisung is enough to coax your next orgasm out of you. You cum, angling your hips to take as much as Jisung could still offer. It doesn’t take long for him to be right there with you, whining while his hips buck aimlessly into you. Your sounds are equal in desperation, both racing to chase your highs.
“Oh.” Your hands aid Jisung’s hips toward you as he continues to release his seed inside of you until he finally fully collapses onto your body.
Serenity returns to Jisung’s room, the pair of you well past the point of exhaustion to move an inch. Jisung, seemingly coming to, is the first to move (much to your dismay). He grunts, peeling himself from your sticky with sweat body and peering down at you for a moment.
It lingers, his study of you. And typically, he was the one who would shy away from such intense eye contact but you find your eyes flitting away first. You’ve never had someone be so engrossed with you, with your satisfaction, so worried with pleasing you.
Jisung breathes out a laugh, “What?”
“Nothing.” You shake your head, equally as giddy.
“You’re shy?”
“No,” you suck your teeth, fighting the smile that threatens to give you away, “just wanna know why you’re staring…”
“Mm. Is staring at my pretty girlfriend so wrong?”
“…Hmm,” you pause as if you’re thinking for a moment. “No. I guess not.” You shrug.
“Good.” Jisung bends down to peck your lips before fully removing himself from on top of you. He sighs when his back flops on the bed beside you.
“Okay but seriously, where the hell did all of that come from?”
Jisung chuckles at the urgency in your voice, shifting to lay on his side. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you…”
“Pfft. After tonight I think I’m more open to any possibilities…”
“Hmm… okay, it was Donghyuck.” Jisung admits bashfully.
Immediately does your mouth gape open in absolute disbelief. “No fucking way.”
“See!”
“Donghyuck—? He taught you all of that?!”
“Well, I studied and kind of just… went with the flow I guess?” Jisung shrugs as if it’s nothing.
“Wow. For a second there I was scared he gave you one-on-one lessons…”
“Woah,” Jisung blinks, shocked that you precisely assumed what he had purposefully left out of the exchange. “Believe it or not, he tried.”
“I believe it,” You giggle, the ridiculous image flashing in your mind and leaving just as quick as it came.
“I guess I have to give him his flowers then.” you sigh, a hand extending to brush away Jisung’s fallen fringe so you can fully see his face. He fights a smile back, helping you by sweeping his hair back.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah… I don’t think I have to tell you how great you were.” You snort, gesturing to your tired body. Jisung gladly follows your gaze, admiring your bareness once more.
Jisung hums, throwing an arm around your damp abdomen to tug you closer into him. You wordlessly oblige, sighing contently when your skin meets his again.
“Well, I think you were the star.” Jisung comments softly, his face now in your neck.
You coo silently, instinctively placing a hand on his jaw. “As much as I’d like to take credit, I can’t,” Jisung’s gaze shifts to your face when you tilt his head up.
“Not when you helped me through three orgasms.”
You peck your boyfriend’s lips as a form of punctuation. Though, you’re not able to drift far since Jisung’s mouth chases your own, deepening your once innocent kiss. You’re tired and your lips are beyond bruised but you just can’t help yourself. The way he hums from underneath you only intensifies your need for him.
While your mouth moves against his with conviction, tonguing at his lips to allow you more freedom, he finds his hands gravitating to your hips to give him some stability. Jisung sighs discontentedly when your lips disconnect, his eyes remaining shut for a beat before fluttering back open.
“Well, how do you feel about a fourth?” Jisung proposes carefully, though his expression shows that he’s clearly desperate for your agreement and for your lips to return to his own.
Quickly, your eyes widen in astonishment. “Really? Are you sure—?” Your worries are cut short by Jisung’s mouth. It’s short but effective in getting his point across.
He pulls away, an amused smirk on his face. “I’m sure.”
“Okay,” you giggle, finding yourself incredibly aroused by Jisung’s newfound confidence. You would certainly have to thank Donghyuck in some way for this abrupt change in your boyfriend’s behavior, unfortunately.
SYNOPSIS: something about the summer heat and your (reluctant) commitment to farming with his family just does it for your boyfriend, sion.
mature content below the cut ✦ minors please do not interact.
GENRE: one-shot, non-idol!au, fem!reader, mature (smut), and established relationship
CONTENT: sion’s desperate, his family are mentioned (parents) but no one is named, fingering, praise, overstimulation, squirting, and pet names (baby, pretty/pretty girl)
WORD COUNT: 1.5k
PLAYING: —
AUTHOR’S NOTE: happy new year lovelies! <3
“Okay, kids, wash up!”
Sion's Mom's voice is like a beacon of light, a verbal savior from your hellish predicament.
Just yesterday you were eager to travel to your boyfriend's family home to meet them for the very first time, the last thing you expected to be dragged into was a literal field. Especially in the dead of summer, decked out in full-length overalls, galoshes, and a thick layer of sweat to match.
You bring your forearm up to wipe the perspiration dribbling from your hairline, not even caring about the dried dirt dimpling your once fresh, vibrant yellow gardening gloves. Sion's parents had purchased them specifically for you.
A storm cloud in the form your 5'10 boyfriend casts a shadow over you from where you sit. You'd be overjoyed that he was directly providing you shade, a defense against the unrelenting midday Mokpo sun, if it wasn't him who had gotten you in this situation.
“Get enough of the farm life yet?”
He stretches a gloved hand, sporting that damned sweet smile as if you two hadn't been doing farm work since before the day itself had even broken.
You swallow all the ungodly things you'd spew to him if you were back home, considering that his family could be lingering around to hear such filth. Instead, you settle for accepting his offered help, letting him assist you off the ground. You give your (also graciously provided) overalls a meaningless dusting, the soil that was packed in the fibers would most definitely need to be scrubbed loose.
“For a lifetime, actually.”
Sion directs you towards the back porch, trudging behind you. You bound up the wooden steps with as much grace as a newborn baby deer. Just thankful you're finally able to work off your grimy boots, your boyfriend follows suit before he slides the door open for you to step through.
The house is a distinct shift from the nearby field; the sweltering heat and obnoxious manure smell being traded in for an air conditioned paradise and the aroma of what was for dinner dancing from the kitchen all the way past the staircase and around where you and Sion had finally returned to: his childhood bedroom.
“You did good out there. My parents thought so, too.”
Sion assures, lingering by his door, his words background noise as you focus on unclasping the straps of your overalls.
“You think so?” You hum, stepping out of the rough denim puddle as soon as it drops to the floor. You're about to slip off your top when Sion's arms familiarly slip around your waist.
His body presses against your own, lips gravitating right to the side of your neck, “Mhm.”
“Ah, Sion, c’mon. We both smell like death,” you whine, attempting to strain your head the opposite way. It's futile; Sion still making good on his mission by planting shallow kisses up and down the junction of your neck. “and look like it too.”
“You know it doesn’t matter to me.” He murmurs in between his attacks at your skin.
You sigh, eventually relenting to his touch. “How can you still want me like this? I’m all sweaty and dirty.”
“As long as you’re you, I’m going to want you any way I can have you.”
“You’re gross.” You scoff, upsettingly more aroused by the statement than disgusted.
Still, you manage to wrangle yourself free from his grip, putting a measly few steps in between you both.
“C’mon, they won’t be expecting us for a while.” Sion argues, stalking towards you slowly.
You match his advancements by receding away from him, that is until your calves stop you by colliding with the edge of his mattress. With nowhere further to evade your boyfriend, his hold returns on your hips, his fingers digging into your sides in order to pull you flush against him.
“Yeah. Because they think we’re taking turns getting ready like civilized people, not having sex.” You whisper, leaning in as if his family would be somewhere near to hear.
“I’ll be quick.”
“You always say that…” You huff, arms holding over your chest, an attempt at a physical representation of your supposed unwavering morale. It only takes a couple bats of his long lashes and slow, calculated caresses of your hips before your arms drop back to your sides in defeat.
“Fine.”
In lieu of a response, Sion chases your lips, pressuring your body backwards and on top of his mattress. You both land with a disharmonious thud, his aged bedframe crackling under the sudden, shared weight.
A thud that could definitely be heard from the bottom floor.
"Sion!" You yelp.
The syrupy smirk he flashes from above you nearly melts away all your worries. "Shh. You want to get us caught?"
"Yeah, like me being whispering would alarm them more than us breaking your bed."
He couldn't be less concerned with the possibility of you both being caught, his mouth returning to your neck while his hand migrates down the front of your body. His movements are familiar and equally as feverish; tracing the taught skin over your collarbone, groping your lightly fabric-lined breasts, curling his rough fingers around the fat of your thigh that presses against him for some sense of stability.
You jolt when he finds his destination in between your legs. The rough pads of his fingers begin to circle the damp, sticky fabric of your underwear, favoring the seat and the clothed area of your clit. He wastes no time with his touch, keeping his pace tight and methodical.
"Fuck, Sion."
The broken down whimper of his name seems to motivate him. Your lips being pressed together once more while he bypasses the measly barrier of your underwear. Warm slick seeping and coating his fingers with every nauseating swivel.
Words bubble in your throat, all fighting to be heard simultaneously as your mind short circuits from just how quickly pleasure takes you prisoner. They all come out in piercing, uncontrollable whines: a plead, Sion's name, an unintelligible mixture of curses.
Sion simply laughs at you, tilting his head all maddening and puppy-like, "What is it, pretty girl?"
"Don't stop."
Is the most coherent thing you can beg for, shame becoming a distant friend of the past.
"I'm not. Need you to come for me first, can you do that?”
You nod obediently, "Mhm."
Sion leans down, thick lips gently brushing against your ear, "Show me, baby."
He stays there, teeth nipping in between his hot tongue darting out to trace the anatomy. It just nearly distracts you from the unanticipated pressure Sion puts against you, two of his fingers slipping inside of your tight opening.
Your hands end up on either side of Sion’s shoulders, wringing his tee in your hands tightly, “Sion!”
“You’re doing so good,” Sion whispers, attention focused on working you open. Your arousal practically gushing out, smearing around your surrounding skin and wetting the comforter underneath you in rogue droplets. "Just a little more, okay?"
Your back bows off the bed once more, pressing yourself against Sion’s taught front, your need for your boyfriend becoming physically overwhelming. The pleasure quickly transforms into a deep, searing sensation in your gut— an orgasm building faster than you can comprehend.
"I-- wait, Sion!" You brace, incisors piercing the thin skin of your bottom lip. Your release drowns you, forcing your body stiff and the whines in your throat to fizzle out. The most damning evidence of your undoing being the obnoxious sound of your wetness sloshing between your legs at Sion’s insistence.
He refuses to slow. Your orgasm calms, only to be built back up in no time: the knot in your stomach rewinding itself, preparing to snap again any second.
"You got it. Just one more, pretty." Sion murmurs, words fanning just below your earlobe.
"Oh my God!"
Your thighs tense around your boyfriend's forearm like a vice. A second, yet even more potent orgasm seizing your entire body in pleasure. Everything tangible erases from your consciousness, as well as all that worry you held for being caught. It all slips away as you succumb to the sickeningly sweet sensation of self-indulgence.
Shuddering and breathing out shrill whimpers is when Sion decides he's done with you. He runs his hand over your weeping, pulsating sex, smearing your juices until the majority of his fingers find themselves in his mouth.
It's crude: the way your boyfriend savors your wetness, sucking his fingers clean like you were one of the many, impossibly sweet and succulent fruits being nurtured in the farming field's garden.
"Satisfied?" You croak, voice forced quiet.
Sion releases his forefinger from his mouth with an obnoxious pop and a wicked smile, "Yes. Thank you, baby."
There's no fight left in you to deny Sion's affection: a peck on the lips and his opposite hand brushing your hair away from the damp, flushed skin of your face.
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