“I feel like I’m committing the greatest sin in history.”
“shut up, jisung, this was your idea.”
you’re pinned up against the wall, trapped between boyfriend!jisung’s body as his arms rested on either sides of your head. his towering frame was slightly pressed onto yours, breathing uneven as he looked down at you with loving eyes.
the two of you were new to dating, and although you’d been together for about a year, neither of you had initiated anything further than innocent kisses and the usual hand-holding.
what had started as a regular kiss, eventually turned into jisung complaining you had never kissed him longer than ten minutes. you had not expected him to actually take on the challenge of making out with you.
now, as you found yourself engulfed by the warmth of his figure and his soft cologne you were so used to, your boyfriend wasn’t as confident as he had seemed when he suggested the idea. eyes slightly hooded and pants escaping his plump lips, he was wondering if he had chosen the right thing.
“jisung, just do it. we’re not doing anything else asides from making out.” you looked up at him with a comforting smile, lips slowly turning into a teasing smirk, “unless you want to?”
the boy blushed furiously, hiding his hot face in the crook of your neck as he whined, “stop making this worse.”
“look at me,” you chuckled, gently grabbing his cheeks that were warm to the touch as you brought his lips closer to yours, “just kiss me.”
and so, your flushed boyfriend closed the gap between the both of you, pressing his lips to your own with love and a hint of hesitation. the kiss gradually became needier, and it clearly showed both of you were extremely desperate for more after refraining from anything bigger for a whole twelve months.
your hands were roaming all over his torso, his own imitating yours as they ran up and down your sides and innocently sneaked under your shirt to rest on the warmth of your skin. the kiss became sloppy, the smacking of your lips resonating throughout the entire room while yours fingers raked through jisung’s hair, occasionally tugging enough to elicit low whines.
“guys have you seen my video game — oh my god! gross!” groaned a disgusted haechan as he stepped into the room.
jisung immediately pulled away from you, awkwardly smoothing his and your shirt in an attempt to pretend nothing had happened.
you cursed, chest heaving up and down as you tried to catch your breath. your hands went up to fix jisung’s disheveled hair, wiping at your lips afterwards to rid yourself of the wet sheen his saliva had left.
haechan giggled mischievously, running out as fast as he could, “guys! our maknae is not as pure as we thought!”
“lee haechan, shut your stupid mouth!”
jisung sighed, leaning down to peck your cheek, “we’re gonna continue what we started, just let me beat up haechan first.” and, lightly biting at your earlobe with a slight smirk, he ran out in search of the sunkissed boy, leaving you a flustered and shocked mess.
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