You Lose If You Get It First (ft. Han Jisung)
This is the result of a brainrot I've had that compelled me to go nuts in my discord with my friends. It started as a pointless headcannon/drabble and then turned into this.
It's nasty, I couldn't NOT post it.
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You Lose If You Get It First ft. Han Jisung
Based off the song “First” by SOMO
CW: explicit, smut, canon(?) universe, idol!jisung, afab reader, established hidden relationship, daddy!kink, softdom!jisung, asseating, facesitting, spit!kink, brief asphyxiation
word count: 3.2k
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It was those late nights that turned into early mornings for you every time you and Jisung crossed paths on your visits to Seoul.
You two had it mapped down to an exact algorithm—you’d arrive the day prior, and check into the hotel. You both took great measures to not be seen, to keep this airtight.
Once you checked in, he would send you a little money to keep you happily occupied inside of the hotel room. You were a foreigner, and probably could be spotted and bring unwanted attention the moment you step outside.
No, once you made it to the hotel, you had to stay for the entire day, and night, indoors. Jisung gave you a list of close services he could trust—the last trip provided you with an in-room manicure and pedicure.
This time, he’s sent a masseuse. He could be quite the romantic, and though you two dared not go public, he made sure you were showered with love as you occupied the hotel room on your visits.
You’d spend the day getting over jet lag, pampering yourself with scrubs and soft oils and lotions, and laying in fluffy robes on the king-sized bed, watching shows you half understood in Korean.
Your phone goes off and you recognize the ringer immediately.
“Hello?” You answer, muting the television.
“Hello beautiful.” Jisung replies, you can hear the smile in his voice. You also hear a bit of movement on the other line, and a collective of various voices in the background.
“Where are you?” You ask, “It sounds loud.”
“I’m leaving rehearsal.” The sounds soon dissipate and it sounds as if he’s made his way outside. You hear traffic noises. “I’m just calling to check on you, what are you up to?”
“Nothing really…” you roll over onto your tummy, kicking your feet up behind you as you chat, “I took a shower, I’m in bed now. How’d your rehearsal go?”
“It went well…” he says, but he sounds distant, distracted, as if he’s multi-tasking. Soon you hear a beep and you look at your phone to see him sending you a FaceTime request.
You answer, and see nothing but his eyes, wide at the camera. When you burst out laughing, he does too, pulling his phone back to a normal view.
“Okay you said you had just got out of the shower. I wanted to see.” Jisung smiles as you laugh in reply, watching as he looks both ways before crossing the street. He pulls his face mask up to cover his lower face again once he reaches the other side. He shakes his wavy black hair out of his face as he looks down at the phone camera again.
“I miss you, I wanna see you like…right now.” He says as he walks, glancing between you and his forward path.
You roll onto your back, holding your phone above your face. “We always wait a day, Jisung.”
“I know but what if I come late?” He asks. Jisung looks down at you again. “You look so pretty tonight. I’ve been thinking about you the whole practice. I could hardly focus.”
You lift your brow. “Wow you were that horny, huh?”
“What? No!” His eyes widen briefly, “I mean I’m really excited to see you again.” He adjusts the airpod in his ear as he looks both ways before crossing another street.
“Where are you going?”
“To my place, so I can shower…and…come see you?” Once he crosses the street, he looks down at you expectantly.
“Don’t get caught, Jisung.”
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You had to admit, you were excited to see him too, but you didn’t want to influence him to risk his career by breaking rules to visit you.
Jisung took care after cleaning up at his place to not put on any jewelry, to keep his hair freshly washed and damp, to wear normal, neutral clothing. He wore rare frames, and his plain black face mask.
A successful blend in by hiding in plain sight; and once the streets died down around 1am, he left in an Uber, asking for it to stop at the lotte supermarket around the corner from where you stayed.
Jisung FaceTimes you again, this time from the backseat of his Uber.
“I’m five minutes away, what’s your room number?”
“402” you reply, setting the phone on top of the bed, facing the ceiling, as you pull on your lace and satin set.
“What are you doing?” He messes with his airpod absentmindedly as he watches the city go by outside of the car window. It had rained earlier, and was sprinkling now. The roads were wet and their markings reflected the streetlights.
“Getting ready to seduce you. Stop ruining the surprise.” You poke your head over the phone with a giggle.
“Oh, you’re going to seduce me?” He repeats with mock surprise. “Not if I seduce you first.”
“Is that a challenge?” You ask.
“Is it? Do you want it to be a challenge? We can make it a challenge then—I challenge you to see who can seduce the other one first.” He rambles excitedly, causing you to giggle. The driver begins to slow down, pulling over in front of the destination.
“I’m here, I’ll see you soon, okay?” Jisung grabs his bag from the seat and ends the call with you before thanking the driver and exiting the vehicle. A few people mill about with umbrellas, focused on getting out of the last of the rain as quickly as possible.
Jisung turns the corner from the Lotte supermarket and heads down towards the hotel. He arrives, entering the elevator unnoticed.
He finds the room number, 402, and raises his fist to knock, when the door opens instead, with nobody on the other side.
Curious, and a little concerned, he steps forward, and calls out for you. Once he’s far enough in the room, you launch yourself onto him, sending you both flying onto the floor instead the bed—which was your original intended target.
Jisung pulls down his facemask, taking off his glasses as he winces, laying on his back. “I think I got a rug burn.” He sits up and looks at his scraped, reddened elbow before looking at you, as you straddled him with his back resting now against the side of the bed frame.
You cover your mouth, trying to hold back your laugh at his pain. “I was trying to seduce you.”
“By tackling me?! Are we playing football?” He runs a hand through his locks before resting them on your waist. His eyes can’t help but to scan down the front of your body and…
“Oop, my eyes are up here, Mr. Han Jisung.” You tap his nose with your index finger and he looks up at you, crossing his eyes to impossibly spot your finger before opening his mouth and making a biting motion at it.
When you steal back your finger with a gasp, he takes the chance to pull you down into his chest and plants his lips on yours. You pull back and look at him with a smile.
“Did I win?”
You’ve caught him, and he doesn’t want to admit it. Instead, he does something he’s never done before…he brings his hand to your neck, gently but firmly curling his fingers over your throat. He watches your reaction, and when you willfully close your eyes, it flicks on a switch inside of him that he didn’t even know existed.
Yes, he liked your surrender, and took advantage of it by nibbling underneath your jawline, peppering your skin with kisses and licks up to the soft patch underneath your ear.
“Lay down for me.” He breathes against your ear. His body realizes before his mind does, just how long it’s been since he’s been inside of you.
You obey as he releases his grip on your throat and watches you peel yourself off of him to stand up. Jisung is up behind you soon after, unable to resist running his soft hands over your backside and hips as you were bent over, in an attempt to crawl into the bed.
“You said lay down on the bed.” You look over your shoulder. Jisung is entranced by the sheen of your satin under the bedroom lights and against the white sheets. You press yourself against his hips and can feel the girth in his briefs as he pushes back.
“Hi, Earth to Daddy, are you there?”
He slaps a hand against your ass before his eyes meet with your gaze over your shoulder. He lifts a brow.
“What did you just call me?” He’s curling his fingers into the top waistband of your bottoms, grinding himself deeper into your fabric from behind.
“Say it again.”
Your face gets a little hot, you said it spur of the moment randomly between you two as a joke, you didn’t mean anything by it—
Jisung lands another slap on your ass and you yelp, falling forward, your face crashing into the tangle of sheets on the mattress. You feel the bed shift and move with his weight as he climbs between your spread legs from behind. When his hand caresses your warmth, he can tell just how turned on you are by this entire ordeal.
He gently rubs back and forth over the fabric as he hovers over you, holding his weight up with his other arm. You can’t help but to buck and grind into his touch, as he just refused to apply enough pressure to truly stimulate you.
“Mmh…please Daddy…” you murmur. He presses a little more, a reward.
“Please what, baby?”
“Make me-“you bury your face into the sheets, unable to finish your sentence.
“Are we feeling shy tonight, baby?” Jisung asks as he pulls your smooth, frilled shorts down your legs. “You didn’t dress like a shy girl tonight…you wore my favorite…” he slides underneath you, between your shivering thighs as he presses his tongue flat against your lace panties, savoring how soaked you had already become. You quiver and mewl above him, curling your fingers into the sheets.
You feel Jisung’s breath against your core as he chuckles at your over eagerness.
“Closed mouths don’t get fed…” his voice drops as he hooks a finger around the seat of your panties, pulling them aside to slide his tongue between your slick folds only once before his thumb presses against your clit, rubbing in slow circles.
“You want to be fed, don’t you? Or are you still pretending you seduced me first?”
He was right.
He had won from the very beginning.
You wouldn’t be in Korea for the sixth time since you two met if he hadn’t seduced you like this…over oceans and continents to be at his mercy; sweating, panting, begging again.
“Please eat my pussy, please daddy!” You whimper shamelessly, fulfilling his wishes and gasping in sweet relief as he buries his face into your wetness, lips molded around your sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking and licking in ways that were causing your legs to buckle.
He encourages you to take a seat, pulling you by your thighs onto his face as he hungrily devours you. You can’t help but to bounce yourself atop his nose, riding his tongue, feeling every hump getting you closer to your climax.
Another smack and you wail out in pleasure, feeling yourself spill over the edge, stars bursting behind your tightly shut lids.
It’s not over though.
No, you were his plaything for the entire duration of your closeted stays in Korea.
Jisung is a freak.
Like beyond what you’ve dealt with in American men.
He loves to take his time licking you clean just to mess you all up again. He doesn’t hesitate to pull you forward on his face to prod his tongue into the entrance of your asshole as he grips your cheeks from below. Your body jerks in pleasure at the feeling and when he disappears from underneath you, your eyes open again, looking behind you to see where he had gone, what did he want. You’d do anything, anything to feel him touch your body again.
“Come here baby, take my clothes off for me?” Jisung kneels one knee on the bed, fingers under your chin, coaxing you forward as you crawl towards him, looking up at his body hungrily, wanting to rip his clothes off and expose his smooth skin, his lean body.
When he looks down at you like…that. Half quirked grin, ebony hair falling forward, eyes intense, watching your every move as you work on undoing his dark jeans first.
Jisung runs his index finger over the edge of his lower lip, following with his tongue as if he were licking up icing. He places the digit between your lips, causing you to pause and look up at him once more.
“Do you taste that? I can’t get enough of how good you taste on my tongue. This…drives me crazy.” He presses down on your tongue before pulling his finger away, a thread of saliva breaking once he brings it up to his own lips, sucking the mixture of your fluids and saliva off.
Yeah…
Jisung was definitely a freak.
He watches through eyes hooded with lust, hips set forward, as you pull his hard dick from the jeans and briefs. It feels so solid, it must be painful.
You lay a wet kiss to the swollen head before standing up on your knees. You pull his shirt up and over his head, but he doesn’t let you go back down, no his arm comes around your waist and presses your body flush against his own.
You kiss Jisung desperately, tangling your fingers in his hair. With each tug, he would groan between kisses and you could feel his nails digging into your skin until finally you gave one tug too many against his scalp and he takes you by surprise, pushing you onto your back, your body bouncing from the impact as you prop yourself up on your elbows, watching him slide his bottoms off the entire rest of the way and kick them aside.
He positions himself between your legs, resting your thighs atop his own as he leans over to grasp a pillow. You arch your lower back, allowing him to slide the soft plushy support under your back, tilting you up at a beautiful angle, your pretty pussy on display for him.
Jisung caresses your outer thighs, moving up your sides to pull your satin shirt off.
Yes, he loved the way these fabrics cling to your body in irresistibly sexy ways, but you were at your absolute sexiest laying bare like this underneath him.
He spreads your pussy open, seeing your pink, swollen bud pop out effortlessly. As he admires it, his lips come together and pucker very lightly, allowing thick, warm spit to spill down. Jisung’s deep brown, nearly black eyes flit up to hold your stare as his saliva coats your clit, sliding down between your pussy lips and down to your asshole.
He was going to make you combust from his control and presence alone.
“Remember our rule, baby?” Jisung holds his length in his hand, smearing his pre-cum onto the slippery wetness of your pussy.
“You lose if you get it first.” You breathe, hands curled tightly into the upper corners of the pillow that lie underneath your hips.
It takes no effort for him to slide into you in that perfect way he always did. You didn’t know which was more arousing—the gravelly groan he would let out followed by the sharp suck of air through his gritted teeth; or the way he would tilt his head back, Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat as stomach and pelvis flexed with his reaction to how good you felt.
Or maybe it was the way he would maintain eye contact while he fucked into you deep, assisted by your positioning to graze against your most sensitive inner erogenous zones.
It could’ve been the taboo idea of fucking a celebrity that gave the public the impression he most certainly did not meddle into these kinds of affairs. Certainly, nobody could imagine him like this— sweat slicked and buried to the hilt in foreign pussy in a random hotel outside of downtown Seoul.
Whatever it was, it all collected and hit the right spots to have you wailing again, like always, arching your back into the sheets as your words babbled out in erratic and extended syncopated gasps of “Ji” and “Sung”, respectively.
Jisung doesn’t have to worry about this round, your incoherencies told him that much. Though he’s overtaken by how delicious you feel, shaking his hair from out of his eyes, he brings your leg onto his shoulder. He brings his arm around your thigh, his thrusts slowing to long, languid strokes as his tongue dances along the side of your calf, causing you to moan out in pleasure as you careen close to the edge.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop, please!” You whimper as your head presses back into the sheets, visual auras appearing from your unexpected respiratory alkalosis as you finally ascend into your mind-blowing climax.
Your orgasm has passion dizzying Jusung’s logical frame of thought; he closes his eyes, pressing his forehead against your leg, hips snapping a little quicker, and a bit more sporadic against you as he chokes out something that isn’t English and you get to enjoy your favorite, most magnificent sight of his climax as you slowly come down from yours.
He pulls out at the precise moment his dick begins to jump with the force of his release, ropes covering your tummy. He’s panting, his chest rising and falling while he tugs the last of his thick seed from his softening erection.
Jisung’s head rests against your leg, still propped up perfectly on his shoulder, eyes closed, brow furrowed as his body equalizes itself once more.
“Jisung,” you gently tap your foot against the side of his tousled hair. “You’re gonna fall asleep standing up, I definitely won.”
Jisung frowns, his eyes still closed as he feels sleep beckoning him. “What d’you mean? You came first. I won.” His voice is raspy now, and tired as he finally sets your leg back down on the bed and lazily collapses next to you.
“I successfully seduced you.” You turn over to face him, on your side. You knew you were incorrect, but for the sake of fragile ego, he couldn’t fight you after the sessions you two shared. Jisung looks down at you, raising a thick eyebrow at your logic.
“Okay honey, fine. You seduced me. Ahh, I’m so…seduced.” He lifts his hands and makes half effort attempt at widening his eyes in surprise before he turns to face you, snuggling his head into the pillow, while you giggle in a satisfied reply. Jisung’s arm wraps around your waist and he leans forward to kiss your nose before he nestles his chin into your wild hair, cradling you into his neck. You can feel his chest rumbling with his next words.
“Go to sleep so I can seduce you tomorrow.”
