Brownies & a Big Boba Eyed… Boyfriend? —-
pairing: bsf!HanJisung x fem!bsf!reader!
synopsis: your besties with han and when he accidently gives you aphrodisiac brownies, feelings bubble up and you confess your undying feelings for each other.
cw: tension, fluff, flirting, SMUT, 18+, LOTS OF LANGUAGE (sorry i’m a sailor mouth HAN, truther) mentions: drugs, ADHD, Anxiety, and aphrodisiacs. I will NOT be spoiling the rest of the warnings because i think it is quite better this way but there is no harm involved. Everything is consensual. and this is my first time writing ALL THE WAY smut so please be nice to me. oh and…
SOFT DOM HAN SUPREMACYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
MDNI CONTINUED!!!!!! 😅🔥
A/N: help jisung has me in a bicep curl chokehold and i just want to trace his tattoos with my tongue. Idk. also part two of my first Hannie fic on my blog hehehe… since you guys liked the last one so much. might have to start calling you my fallen angels 👀🖤
wc: 6.2k
(<<<part 1)
Warmth pressed up against you from behind. While fickle sunlight cracked over your face, a soft fog fluted through your mind, the haze of the edibles leaving behind a slight headache.
The slow replay of the last twenty-four hours flickers through your head, and your body flushes as flashes of your best friend, Han Jisung, hover over you… instructing you…“until I’m certain those drugs are out of your system, I cannot touch you the way you want. But like I said earlier, I will help you.”
You shiver, and his arms tighten around your waist even in his sleep. His lips are pressed against your neck, and you’re already on fire again, with no substance influencing your emotions this time.
His words float through your mind, sparking heat low in your stomach. “I know baby, I know. you’re so close. I promise I'll take such good care of you tomorrow, okay? I promise, I promise.” he had chanted against your skin.
He had chanted the words against your skin.
Without noticing, you begin squirming at the memories, freezing when Jisung’s deep, rumbling morning voice interrupts your thoughts.
“Babygirl… stop squirming, please.”
The gravel of his voice, the heat of his body, the pet name… you honestly feel more turned on than when the brownie was still in your system. You can’t help but gasp softly when his lips press more firmly against your neck.
“Ji…”
He grins against your skin. “Morning, gorgeous. How ya feeling?”
Shuddering out a breath, you answer softly. “Better. Uh… clearer?”
His body shifts behind you so he can lean over you and look at your face. Playfully, he grabs your jaw with one hand, turning your head side to side as he examines you closely, checking if your eyes are still bloodshot.
His grin returns slowly. Then he pecks your cheek before completely rolling out of bed.
Damn. He’s shirtless???
You bite down a surprised yelp. Sure… yes, you’ve seen your best friend shirtless before and he was last night, but really only on rare occasions, and it definitely wasn’t after he talked you through literally orgasming under him and now your head isn’t as hazy. Oh my gosh I want to trace his tattoos with my tongue … The passing thought rattles through your senses, making heat creep up your neck. You’re half grateful he can’t hear what you’re thinking… but you’re definitely curious what’s on his mind when he simply leaves the room.
Sitting up on the bed, confused, you glance around the quiet apartment. The sheets are still warm where he’d been, the faint scent of his cologne clinging to the pillow beside you. You hear clattering in the kitchen and is he… seriously making breakfast right now?!
A tad bit… sexually frustrated, you crawl out of bed and tug one of his hoodies over your head, the fabric swallowing your hands and brushing the tops of your thighs. You pad down the hall toward the kitchen, following the smell of something sweet.
Sure enough, the man is making breakfast.
Your mouth pops open in disbelief. At the sound, he turns, confusion flickering across his face. Then he slows.
His eyes drift from your face… down your body… and back up again. Taking in your bare legs. Your messy hair. His hoodie hanging off you like it belongs there. His lip disappears between his teeth. When your eyes meet, he’s fighting a grin.
You open your mouth, ready to demand why the two of you aren’t still in bed and why he’s acting like this is a normal Tuesday morning when—
He turns on the blender.
The loud whirr of fruit and ice obliterates the tension in the room. Jisung tilts his head back and cackles at the look on your face.
Sighing you round the counter and hop up on it waiting for him to be done. But karma loves to find its way with Han Jisung, so to your pleasant surprise the man sputters at the sight of your bare legs on display on his counter… so close to him. The blender wobbles as he loosens his grip and nearly tips over before he yelps and just shuts it off. an amused smirk sits on your lips as you literally watch the man fumble.
“You alright there Ji?”
“Pft— uh .. I- Yeah of course i’m just u-uh making you breakfast. Gotta uh get some uh nutrients and vitamins in your system after last night.” he manages.
It’s your turn to blush as the memories wash over you again, bringing with them your desire. You squirm slightly, avoiding his eyes as you both settle into an understanding silence as he finishes making your smoothie.
Wordlessly he sets down a cup beside you and pours the contents inside before shuffling around his kitchen and coming back with a straw. Mumbling a ‘thank you’ you go slide off the counter but he gently stops you.
“Just stay right there baby, gotta make sure you eat.”
With a flustered face you remain on the counter until you finish the drink, and then he gently takes it from you and rinses it out before putting it in the sink, turning to you and helping you off the counter onto your feet.
You can’t help but look up at him helplessly, before he sighs softly and slides his hand down your arm to interlace your hands. “Wanna talk?” His head gesturing to the living room.
A nod answers his question, and he tugs gently on your hand, leading you to the couch.
A beat of silence settles between you as you sit side by side before both of you speak at the same time.
“I think I’m in love with you!” “I’m sorry for last night!”
Both of you go wide-eyed as you process what the other just said.
You clear your throat. “Sorry… what did you say?”
Flustered, red rising up his neck and cheeks, he swallows. Ever the gentleman, he gestures to you instead.
“No, no. You first, please.”
You sigh softly, still processing his earlier words. “I think… I’m in love with you.”
“I— uh… I’m— I guess I just wanted to say sorry for last night. I didn’t mean to make you feel obligated to help me. And I said a lot of stuff that I—”
He cuts you off softly.
“Did you mean it though? What you said last night?”
You had cut him off softly with a kiss to his lips. Soft and abrupt because even though the drugs made you feel floaty, you were well aware of what you’re doing and how you’ve felt the last few months.
“Han… I— it’s not just the brownie okay?”
The memories replay in your mind, and chewing your lip, you find yourself nodding. “Every word, Ji… I’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable or if you don’t feel the same but I— yeah, I’ve been into you for a couple months now, I guess, and I—”
His warm hand settles over your shaking ones before he sighs and slides one up to your cheek. Your head leans instinctively into his touch.
“Hey… you’re okay. You’re okay. Stop.” His voice softens. “It’s okay. Don’t apologize for last night, please. That would… that would hurt so much.”
He pauses, thumb rubbing gently across your cheekbone.
“I’ve been into you for a while too… God, like I said a minute ago… I think I’m in love with you, actually. Have been for a while.”
He huffs a quiet breath. “You do not need to apologize for last night. I know it’s not the most ideal circumstances for us to finally admit this to each other but… I’m happy regardless.”
At your quiet attention, he grins slightly before leaning closer and whispering softly, “Plus you looked divine under me, baby.”
You squeak in surprise at the sudden shift in his tone, and the two of you laugh softly as you cover your eyes.
“So… you don’t regret last night?”
He gently takes your hands away from your face and tilts your chin so you’re looking into his eyes. His voice deepens.
“The only thing I regret about last night is that you were high out of your mind to the point that I didn’t feel comfortable touching you the way I nee— wanted.”
He takes a slow breath before rubbing his thumb across your cheek again.
“I wanted to make you feel so good, baby. I—”
You shiver and interrupt softly. “You did, Ji.” You meet his eyes earnestly, an underlying whine in your voice.
“You made me feel so good. I promise.”
His eyes practically shine at the praise as he looks down at you. “Yeah, baby? Did you like me coaching you through it?”
Your face warms, and you nod softly. “Ji… I really like you. I have for a long time. And I was so scared to ruin… what we have but… I… I want you so bad, Ji.”
He literally shivers, closing his eyes as he takes a deep, steadying breath.
“I want you… I’ve wanted you for so long, baby.” His voice softens again. “I don’t regret last night. But I want us to do this right, yeah?”
“Han-ah, I feel fine. The drugs are out—”
Han cuts you off with a soft kiss, stealing the rest of your sentence and your breath with it.
It’s gentle. Brief. Just enough to make your brain short-circuit. When he pulls back, your lips are still parted, your chest rising a little faster than before.
“That’s not what I meant…” he murmurs.
Your brows furrow in confusion, your head tilting slightly where it’s still cradled in his hands.
His thumbs brush slowly along your jaw, like he’s memorizing the shape of it.
“Then what did you—”
He exhales a quiet breath through his nose, like he’s trying to steady himself.
“Will you be my girlfriend, baby?”
For a second, the world just… pauses. Your eyes widen, a surprised gasp slipping out before you can stop it. Then your face breaks into a grin so big it almost hurts.
“Yeah, Ji… yeah.” You let out a small, breathless laugh. “Yeah, I would love to.”
Something warm and almost disbelieving flickers across his face, like he’s been holding that question in for far longer than he let on. His forehead drops lightly against yours.
“Good,” he whispers.
His thumbs brush along your cheeks again, slower this time, and his eyes flick down to your mouth before drifting back up. Then he grins, almost evilly, and slides his hands over your bare thighs, tugging you into his lap as he settles back against the couch.
“Because,” he murmurs quietly, his voice rougher now, “I’m a man of my word… and I made a couple of promises last night.”
Your body ripples with excitement as you settle over his lap, your hands automatically going to his shoulders.
The poor man hasn’t realized, or simply hasn’t put together, that when you threw on his hoodie earlier… you quite literally had nothing under it.
So when your thighs settle on either side of his, a soft moan slips out of you as your bare skin brushes against the fabric of his sweats.
Jisung freezes beneath you. For a split second his hands tighten slightly on your thighs, like his brain is trying to process your beautiful reaction. fucking music to his ears.
Then his eyes slowly lift to yours.
“…Baby,” he says slowly, his voice suddenly much deeper than before. His grip on your thighs firms just a little.
Your breath stutters at the pressure, your heart racing faster before you lean down closer to his face.
“God, Ji… will you please kiss me already?”
His surprised laugh is short before he slides a hand into your hair and gently pulls you down to his mouth.
Your fingers twitch against his shoulders, wanting to move, wanting more. And like he always has… he somehow reads your mind.
He mumbles against your lips, voice rough and needy.
“Touch me, baby… need it. Don’t be shy.”
A whimper escapes you as your palms flatten against his sculpted, honey-warm skin. One finger traces the lines of his chest tattoo while your other hand greedily squeezes at the firm muscle beneath your touch.
His soft moans disappear into the tangle of your mouths, swallowed by each kiss, but it only encourages you both.
You hardly register the slow rocking of your own hips until he suddenly curses and bucks up into you.
Gasping, your mouth parts, giving him the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss. His lips press harder against yours, sucking, claiming, tasting like he’s been waiting for this moment far longer than he’ll admit.
His mouth seems to develop a mind of its own as he trails from your lips… to your jaw… then down the curve of your neck.
You shiver instinctively, the reaction immediate. Before you can even think about explaining whether you’re into marking or not, the man has the audacity to bite down and suck at your pulse.
A moan rushes out of you, louder than you meant it to be. Your hands tighten around his biceps for support as his chest shakes beneath you with quiet laughter.
“Yeah,” he murmurs against your skin, clearly pleased with himself. “I knew you’d be into that.”
If your brain wasn’t so muddled, you’d probably be embarrassed. You’ve never been this vocal before, and you’re practically drooling at his cockiness.
Without thinking, you just grab his cheeks gently and kiss him again, both of you groaning at the contact.
This time you lead, repeating the slow path he had just started. Kissing… nipping… sucking along the line of his neck.
Soft whimpers keep spilling out of him, his head tipping back slightly to give you more room.
But his breath quite literally shatters when you grab his hands and place them on your waist under his hoodie.
He swallows hard, trying to look you in the eye, but you’re too focused on the warm skin of his neck. Your lips brush his pulse as you whisper softly against him.
“Please, Ji… please… touch me.”
He releases a deep breath, tipping his head back toward the ceiling in what almost looks like gratitude.
For a brief second, a random thought flickers through his mind. Maybe he won’t kill Hyunjin after all.
“Ji…” you murmur again, voice soft but teasing now. “I know you wanna. You’re always staring at them.”
He curses quietly under his breath, unable to argue as your mouth keeps working along his neck.
His warm hands finally slide higher beneath the hoodie, gliding up your ribcage under the soft fabric. Your own breath stutters. Your mouth stills against his skin the second his palms reach their destination.
When he cups you fully, both of you groan at the contact. His thumbs press instinctively, testing the weight in his hands like he’s been imagining this exact moment for months.
“Hell, fucking yes,” he practically growls as he squeezes and molds. His thumbs move deftly over your peaked nipples, sending a sharp wave of heat through you that makes you whine into his neck.
He chuckles softly, probably ready to tease you when suddenly…
His phone rings.
He groans immediately, clearly annoyed, and frees one hand to check who the hell is interrupting.
The screen reads “Brownie Boy Felix.”
Jisung sighs.
Right.
He’d agreed to breakfast with the rest of the members today. Unfortunately, he’s currently got you straddling him, breathing stuttered as his other hand continues lazily toying with your chest.
To your utter surprise, he slides his thumb across the screen and answers.
Then he nudges his shoulder against you to get your attention. Without removing his hand from under your hoodie, he mouths: “stay quiet for a minute, okay?”
You hear Felix’s bright voice immediately through the phone, and Jisung actually focuses for a second to listen to what the Australian has to say.
Never mind the fact that Han is actively twisting your nipple as he answers casually, “Yeah, Lix? What’s up?”
You bite down hard on your lip, steadying yourself by gripping his shoulders as you faintly hear your blond friend’s accented voice asking about… breakfast?
Han sighs dramatically, then smirks up at you before turning his attention back to the call.
“Yeah… she slept in this morning and hasn’t woken up yet, so we’ll just have to reschedule. Maybe dinner…” He pauses. “Sorry, Lix. Guess the brownies were a little too powerful.” The man has the audacity to wink at you.
On the other end, Felix responds with immediate understanding before launching into a rambling apology from Hyunjin, asking how you’re feeling now.
Meanwhile, the absolute menace beneath you decides that this is the perfect moment to slide the hoodie up higher and latch onto your chest. You slap a hand over your mouth to stifle the moan that jumps up your throat.
Unfortunately for you, Han Jisung is sometimes a creative genius.
Because when a quiet sound still slips past your fingers, he immediately hums into your skin, turning his own low moan into something that sounds suspiciously like a thoughtful “mmhm.”
Felix continues happily chatting away, completely oblivious.
After a few blissfully torturous moments, you catch the soft sigh of Felix through the call.
“Right, well anyway… let us know how she feels when she gets up and yeah maybe we could all get dinner later tonight or this weekend. Love ya, Ji!!”
Han pops off your chest with a quiet sound, a thin string of saliva connecting you both before it finally breaks. He glances up at you, licking his lips slowly as he answers into the phone.
“For sure, Lix. I’ll keep you updated. Love ya too.”
Then he ends the call and tosses his phone carelessly onto the couch. Before you can even process what’s happening, he scoops you up into his arms and stands, carrying you toward his room.
“Well,” he mutters, already walking down the hall, “I’ve teased you long enough.”
He glances down at you, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. “Sorry about that, princess.”
You squeak in surprise, instinctively clinging to his neck. As he walks, you tug the hoodie back down over your torso before shamelessly leaning closer and whispering against his neck,
“I don’t know… it was kinda hot.”
He chuckles, shaking his shaggy hair slightly in amusement before pushing open his bedroom door.
Then he gently settles you down onto his mattress. Oh yes. His cloud-like mattress.
You sink into it immediately, sprawled out beneath him. The hoodie rides up again, your hair a mess across the pillows, bare legs stretched across the sheets.
Jisung pauses at the edge of the bed. Just looking at you.
A quiet chill runs through him before he mutters softly, almost to himself, “What a dream you are.”
His hands run up the span of your legs, and despite everything, he still hasn’t noticed your lack of… underwear.
You squirm under his gaze, though his eyes are locked on yours, and you hardly catch his whisper.
“Can I cash in those promises now, baby?”
You nod so quickly it practically hurts your neck. He smiles softly, tugging on the hoodie strings to pull you into a seated position in front of him.
He nudges his nose against yours and whispers softer, “Babygirl… I’m gonna need your words this time.”
Your lips part, and you nod again before answering, breath shaky, “Please, Ji… touch me. Touch me like you wanted to last night. Touch me like you promised you would.”
His control shatters with a groan, and he rests his forehead against yours as his hands travel down to the hem of your hoodie. You lift your arms, and he slides it off your frame.
He sighs dreamily before… literally sinking to his knees on the floor in front of you. In utter awe, he breathes deeply, mouth slightly open, taking in the bare skin on display before him, as if afraid this isn’t real.
Nervous, yet encouraged by his reaction, you gently part your legs. His chest rises sharply as he physically inhales, licking his lips while his wide eyes flick between your soaked core and your face.
“You’re unreal. I— I literally have no words…”
“Ji,” you breathe out a soft whine, your skin heating under his relentless gaze.
Sensing your plea without words, he shuffles closer, arms and shoulders pressing your legs further apart, and your stomach flips at the slow, deliberate movement.
His nose nudges your thighs and his lips drag wet along your skin. You faintly remember him saying moments ago that he was done with teasing, and almost remind him but you’re cut off with a collective moan the second his mouth finds your heat.
His tongue slides through your slick, moaning unashamedly against your core. His hands already have a firm grip on your hips, and it barely registers that your knees are resting over his shoulders.
You can’t tell who moans louder when his plump lips wrap around your clit, sucking generously, and your hips buck instinctively against him. He lavishes in your taste, lapping at you thoroughly, until he feels your fingers tangled in his hair.
You’re a stunning, chaotic mess under him—hips bucking, fingers clutching, moans and cries spilling shamelessly from you. It only spurs him on. He sucks and licks with more intention, sliding his tongue down to your hole and thrusting experimentally.
A cry falls from your lips as your back arches off the bed, and he can’t help but chuckle at his newfound obsession.
He continues until you plead, short gasps and shaky breaths rattling out between words.
“Ji… Ji, I—”
He grins, lifting his head and replacing his tongue with a finger.
“Oh yeah, baby, I know… I can tell. You don’t get as mouthy with me when you’re close.”
Part of you wants to rebel, to swat him for his cockiness but your body betrays you, clenching instinctively around his finger.
He dips down, licking over your bud again as he slides a second finger inside you.
Holy shit. He feels so good. You’ve never felt this close for anyone this soon. The heat coils in your abdomen, building and building, and your whimpers grow louder, spilling out of you uncontrollably.
He lifts his head just as he drives you over the edge, and grins with awe. “What a fucking rockstar… singing so beautifully for me.”
You cry out, whining as he works you through it, your body twitching softly with overstimulation before he eases his hand away. He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a hum, and you can’t help but watch in awe.
His eyes lock with yours as he slides his fingers out with a wet pop, then leans down to kiss you.
“Gonna record you one day,” he murmurs against your lips, “layer your beautiful sounds into my favorite track. Bet you’ll be a global #1 best seller.”
He steals your breath with a searing kiss, and your hands run up his chest and into his hair, tugging him impossibly closer.
“Ji… fuck… baby, I need to feel you.”
His hands slide up your torso soothingly, thumbs brushing under your breasts before he pulls back just enough to look into your eyes.
“Yeah?” he breathes, hot against your neck.
Your hips buck again, pressing against the front of his sweats. You gasp softly when you feel him there, solid and warm against you, and the completely unfiltered moan that rips through his chest against your skin makes your stomach flip.
That sound alone is enough to make you shift.
Before he can process it, you push at his shoulders and flip your positions, straddling him on the bed.
His big, beautiful boba eyes look up at you, wide with surprise before he huffs out a breathy laugh.
“Baby— what are you—”
You just grin down at him.
Then you lean forward, remembering that passing thought from earlier. I want to trace his tattoos with my tongue.
Your swollen lips latch onto his chest, sucking softly as the tip of your tongue swirls over the dark ink etched into his skin. He shudders instantly beneath you.
“Oh— f-fuck… baby—”
The shaky whimper that follows sends a pulse of pride straight through your chest.
You grin against his skin.
Slowly, deliberately, you nip, suck, and lap across his chest and over the firm muscle there, dragging your tongue along the lines of his tattoo.
“Wh— what are you doing?” he breathes, voice breaking into a soft laugh. Your tongue trails lower.
“Baby— wait—”
You don’t stop.
You move down his abdomen, kissing and licking along the ridges of his stomach before reaching the ink along his side. The second your tongue traces it, his entire body jerks beneath you.
“Oh my god—” His hands come up to grip the sheets beside him, completely unsure where to put them.
“Y-you’re— shit— you’re killing me right now…”
You lift your pretty, fluttering eyelashes at him as you kiss down to his hip bone, fingers toying with the strings of his sweats.
“Can I see you, Ji? Please?”
He swallows almost comically before nodding very enthusiastically, his brown curls shaking with urgency.
“Y-yeah— yeah, baby— please…”
Smiling, you tug down his sweats, and you gasp softly when his cock springs free and slaps up against his stomach.
A groan tears out of him.
Your mouth parts, practically drooling. Fuck, he’s pretty everywhere. The boys weren’t kidding when they said Jisung has the sexiest body.
His whining interrupts your thoughts.
“Babygirl… you’re stariiinng.”
You huff out a quiet laugh before tracing a manicured nail slowly along his length. “Mm, you’ll be fine. I had to suffer under you practically memorizing me earlier.”
He juts out his bottom lip in a playful pout, but his breath catches sharply the moment your soft hand wraps around him.
“O-ohh—”
His hips instinctively buck into your grip, and you watch him with open fascination. Meeting his eyes, you lean closer, your breath ghosting across his skin.
“Hannie… can I taste you?”
For a second, he just stares at you. Then his entire body shudders. “Oh my god— baby—”
His hand flies to his face as he lets out a helpless, breathy laugh.
“Yeah… please. I-I need it, baby. Yes.”
You nearly laugh at his eagerness, but honestly you can’t blame him.
You crawl forward, your hands roaming freely over his honey-tinted skin as you lower your head and wrap your pretty lips around him.
He literally shivers.
His fingers grip the sheets beneath him as you swirl your tongue around his pretty tip, sucking experimentally and humming with quiet satisfaction at the sound of his moans.
“Oh— fuck… baby…”
His hips shift beneath you, instinctively chasing the warmth of your mouth. You grip his sculpted thighs for stability as you take him deeper, your lips stretching around him.
He’s a blubbering mess now.
His hands slide into your hair, fingers tightening gently as praises start spilling from him like the lyrics of his next platinum track. “Fucking divine… you’re perfect, baby… oh my god…” He pants the words over and over, voice cracking with every breath.
“Baby— shit— just like that—”
Your eyes flutter up at him as you hollow your cheeks, and the broken sound that rips out of him makes your stomach flip.
“Fuck— you’re killing me…”
You barely register the moment his control finally snaps. His hands tighten in your hair before he gently tugs you upward.
Suddenly his plump lips are crashing into yours, desperate and messy, tasting faintly of you.
He’s mumbling between kisses, breath shaky as he pulls you into his lap again. “Needa… feel… you…” His forehead presses against yours as he breathes hard, arms wrapping tight around your waist. “Please… now… baby… please.”
You nod eagerly, and the two of you fall into messy kisses, squeezing and roaming over whatever skin either of you can reach.
You arch in his lap when his fingers slide down between the two of you, circling your clit gently. You cry out against his shoulder.
He smiles fondly at the sound before lifting your hips effortlessly, guiding his length through your wetness teasingly.
A quiet groan vibrates in his chest as he watches you react. His voice, when he speaks, is deeper and raspier than you’ve ever heard it, sending pleasure racing up your spine.
“Are you ready, pretty girl?”
Your skin is hot and flushed, fingers gripping his shoulders as you look into the eyes of the man you’ve secretly been in love with for months… trusted for years.
You nod softly and whisper the words you know he loves most.
“Please, Jisung.”
The reaction is immediate.
His breath catches, eyes softening as a small smile pulls at his lips. “Yeah?” he murmurs. He kisses your cheek, then the corner of your mouth. “Such good manners, baby…”
When you feel the first press of his tip at your entrance, he seals your lips with his own. Your mouths part with a shared, shuddering exhale as you slowly sink down onto him.
He groans low into your mouth, arms tightening around your waist.
“Oh— fuck… baby…”
You sit fully in his lap while he whispers encouragement against your skin. “That’s it… that’s it, pretty girl…”
His nose brushes along your cheek as he presses soft kisses along your jaw.
“Doing so good… taking me so well…”
You shudder in his lap as you tentatively shift your hips over him, causing you both to moan. Your head drops to his shoulder with a pleasurable wince.
“Fuck, Ji… you’re… you’re so big,” you breathe out.
The man has the audacity to fucking giggle.
Your head whips up in disbelief, but his hands slide to your waist and gently rock you again. The movement pulls another broken moan from your throat. “Whaa—?”
He grins, dazed, shaking his shaggy hair as he presses a quick kiss to your cheek.
“I don’t know,” he mumbles against your skin, voice still breathy with laughter. “Something about you saying that just reminded me of like… all the manga and anime I’ve read before.”
Another slow rock of his hips makes your fingers dig into his shoulders. “Never thought I’d hear it from you.”
You can’t help but laugh at his absurdness. “Oh my god, Ji… you’re gonna be the death of me.”
He laughs again, softer this time, nudging your chin up so your eyes meet.
“Worth it,” he murmurs.
Then he rocks his hips upward again, stealing your breath as the new angle pushes him deeper inside you. His eyes stay trained on you as you slowly lean back, resting your hands on his thighs and showing off your body as you grind your hips over him.
Breathless, glistening, panting above him. He can’t help but stare in awe, his hands roaming over your sides and chest fondly. A breathless whistle slips out of him.
“Look at you… fuck,” he pants softly. “Baby, you’re so fucking gorgeous… I’m not gonna last.”
Your heavy eyes lift to his, and the intensity of that gaze steals the air from both of you. Encouraged, you move more deliberately, rocking your hips up and down his length. His warmth ignites you from the inside as he hits that spot again and again.
“Oh— shit—” he breathes, head tipping back for a second before his eyes snap back to you. “You feel— fuck— so good…”
He watches you like he’s afraid this moment might disappear if he blinks. His hands brush your hair out of your face before sliding soothingly down your sides again. One hand squeezes gently at your chest while his plump lips follow, kissing the soft skin there.
“Baby… baby…” he murmurs between kisses, voice shaky.
Your own whines catch in the small space between you, and you reach for his hand instinctively. He laces your fingers together immediately, gently tugging you forward until your chest presses flush against his.
Your lips meet feverishly. His hands settle on your hips, steadying you as you grind over him, both of you chasing the same inevitable ruin.
“Hannie…” you whine softly against his lips. He nips at your bottom lip in response, breath shuddering out of him.
“I know, babygirl… I know.” His voice is low, rough with praise. “You’re doing so good, aren’t you?”
You whimper at the words, your walls tightening around him. Both of you gasp softly at the sudden squeeze.
“Oh— fuck— baby—” he breathes, forehead pressing briefly against yours.
His hand slides up to your neck, gentle fingers brushing your hair behind your ear. Then his palm settles against your jaw, thumb guiding your mouth back to his. The kiss is slower this time, deeper.
“Come on, rockstar,” he murmurs against your lips. His nose brushes yours as his hips rock up to meet you again.
“Sing for me one more time.”
He leans back, one hand sliding into your hair as you shatter around him, pulsing and squeezing him tightly as you cry out. He drinks in every single second of it.
With a gasping breath, you ride through your high before dropping your head back onto his shoulder. You tiredly mouth at his neck, still rolling your hips against him as he nears his peak.
With a slow drag of your lips along his throat, he groans and suddenly presses your hips down harder, pushing deep inside you as his whole body shudders through his release.
“Oh— fuck… baby…”
A comfortable, almost stunned silence settles between you afterward.Your hands drift up his arms soothingly while he rubs slow circles across your back.
Then the realization hits.
You just had sex with your best friend.
Heat rushes to your face and you hide in his neck with a quiet giggle. He laughs softly, already reading you like he always does. His fingers slide into your hair as he hums contentedly.
“Not that I need to tell you… but that was incredible.”
His voice is softer now, rough and completely wrecked.
“You’re incredible, baby.”
You ease back enough to meet his eyes, something fond and warm settling in your chest. Leaning forward, you press a small kiss to his lips.
“It was.” Another kiss follows, this one nipping playfully at his pouty bottom lip before you whisper,
“Though I will say… I never expected you to be the soft dom type.”
He gasps dramatically, eyes going wide. “Excuse you! How dare you,” he protests, completely offended.
“I’m so… dominant.”
You can’t help but giggle as he literally whines through his argument. Shaking your head with a smile, you barely register the way his grin turns mischievous before he suddenly flips you onto your back with a laugh.
He hovers over you, wearing the most adorable grin before nipping at your cheek.
“Just wait, baby,” he murmurs. “I’ll show you just how dom I can be for my babygirl.”
He winks.
Then he gently slides out, both of you grimacing softly at the sensitivity. “Sorry, sorry,” he murmurs immediately, hands rubbing soothingly over your thighs.
After one last affectionate squeeze, he slips off the bed and heads toward the bathroom. A moment later he returns with a warm towel in hand. He hums softly as he gently swipes it over your legs, movements careful and tender.
“Shh, shh, baby.”
You smile at him fondly while he finishes cleaning you up, pressing a quick kiss to your thigh when he’s done.
“Hannie…”
You tug lightly at his arm, and he leans forward again, settling partly over you and pressing soft kisses to your cheeks.
“Yes?”
You hum thoughtfully, looking up at him with an innocent little smile.
“Why was Hyunjin experimenting with aphrodisiacs and giving them to y’all?”
His ears turn bright red instantly. Then he stutters, scrambling off you with a nervous laugh while searching around the room for a shirt.
“I— uh— um—” He drags one over his head and shrugs awkwardly, still blushing. “Felix invited us to dinner!” he blurts. “He’s worried about you, so we should probably go. Let’s— uh— let’s get ready, baby. Come on.”
You can’t help but laugh at how flustered he suddenly is. Shaking your head, you let him pull you out of the bed.
You guess that’s a question for another day.
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y’all i’m like partially cringing. i’m so nervous about this one. ILL BE RAW WITH YOU (like they were) I’ve literally never had sex… experimented yes but not… all the way so to write this without experience?! let’s just say thank for you books, fanfictions and dining wattpad when I was 13 😅
Hopefully it was half decent, apologies if the actual stuff felt rushed or unrealistic…
kindly… let me know how I did please! Hope you enjoy my beautiful fallen angels🖤
Until next time,
So much love and gratitude,
Senna ꒰ঌ ໒꒱
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