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joocomics · 1 month ago

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YOU PUT A SPELL ON ME

─ ⋆ dinna’s holiday special 2024 ⋆༄

✭ event is 18+ only

pairing: non-idol!gunil x fem!reader | professor!gunil x student!reader

genre: smut w/ a sprinkle of plot wc: 9.3k

summary: when your parents shake hands with new business partners they get invited for one festive weekend at their expensive villa. although it’s the last place you want to waste time at, you understand how and why these people are important for your family business, so you agree to join them. the last person you expect to see there is your professor who you’ve been having a secret crush on… and who also politely said no after you asked him out last semester…

contains: university au, switch!gunil, soft dom!reader, pet names, sexting, unprotected sex, dirty talk, size kink, oral sex (m/f), fingering, slight overstimulation, orgasm delay (once), temperature play (m!rec), headlock, creampie, mentions of pillow humping

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“You alright back there?” Your mother asks after hearing you moving around the backseat after a nap you weren’t planning on having.

Unable to stretch the way you want after sleeping in the same uncomfortable position, you huff with frustration while sitting up. Your bones are stiff, you’re hungry and you realise that you have a headache.

“Yeah, just a nightmare.”

You look out of the window to study the outside view with the hope that nature will be able to take off your mind from the dream you just woke up from.

It’s nothing new, you’ve dreamed of the same thing multiple times before already, to the point where if you were able to observe your dreams from an outsider perspective as they are unfolding, you’d be able to guess what will happen next.

And yet, it still affects you to this day, because it’s about him.

Unluckily, you’re not easily fascinated by nature or snow so the thought of your bad-not so-bad dream about your professor (who’s not your professor anymore) Goo Gunil, remains lingering in the back of your head. Fortunately, it’s just for a few minutes before your parents tell you that you have arrived.

The villa you’ve been invited to by your parents’ new business partners is everything you thought a rich family’s villa would look like and more.

It looks beautiful on the outside and even more nice and welcoming after you walk in.

After meeting the owners of what’s about to be your home for three days you head upstairs to settle in one of the guests rooms.

“He’s on his way.” You hear the voice of the middle aged woman you just met fading away as you go up the stairs. “Something came up at work and he had to leave an hour later.”

She must be referring to her son who you still haven’t seen around anywhere. You still succeed in making out some of the conversation even when you reach your room, because your mother gets overly excited from finding out that you study in the same well known and respected university where he works at. She starts asking multiple questions about what exactly does he do and which faculty he’s in, but you shut the door in desperate need for some privacy and a soft surface to lay on.

Looks like you weren’t simply dreaming lately. You were being warned. You’ve been receiving several signals for what’s about to happen, one after another, and you’ve been paying them little to no attention.

A small gasp escapes your lips as this isn’t one of your many foolish dreams. It’s real; he’s actually here, flesh and bone. From what it seems, he just left the shower as you were on your way to look for pain killers, because the second much longer nap didn’t made the headache go away.

“Hi, Y/N.” Gunil leaves the smaller towel to hang from his broad shoulders while the bigger one is wrapped around his torso.

The surprise in his voice isn’t similar to yours. He sounds like he’s been expecting to see you sooner or later just not in this exact moment.

“Hi.” You can only hope that the distance between the two of you prevents him from hearing how your breathing catches. “So you are the son?”

“Yeah, I am.” He confirms while the simple fact you weren’t curious enough to try identify who the son is arouses his curiosity. You’ve always been more or less a source of interest to him; one he does his best not to indulge in. “I’m happy to see you, it’s been a while.”

You nod in agreement, because you remember exactly how long it’s been since the last time you saw each other. The encounter, so embarrassing and disappointing, at the coffee shop across from university is not letting you forget how much time has passed since then - since the moment he kindly declined your offer to grab coffee with you.

You understand the possible reason behind him refusing to have a drink with you back then, but he could’ve suggested you to do it somewhere more private or to pick another day of the week. After all the little moments filled with something more than just academic talk and acquiring knowledge… that polite ‘sorry’ of his crushed not only your spirits but also your confidence.

Unsure how, you swallow your pride without any problem; to the point you stop fighting the urge to trace his chest with your eyes anymore. Instead, you allow them to roam everywhere that you can see droplets of water dribbling down his skin before lowering them to his abs and evident V-line where the towel starts.

From the way he takes a step closer, you start to wonder if he’s perhaps enjoying your staring.

“Is that the room you picked?” Gunil asks with a certain tilt in his voice; as if he’s trying to escape a distraction. “It’s a good one.”

“Yeah, they’re all very nice, but I went for this one.”

“Right next to mine,” he notes which catches you off guard.

He’s standing even closer now.

You can feel the fresh musky scent radiating from his muscular body which you’ve seen bare in your dreams multiple times now, but nothing could’ve prepared you for what it feels like to see it in real life. Just centimetres away from you, wet and still warm from the shower; with chest rising and falling peacefully as you maintain eye contact like never before.

There’s no students or teachers to force you to break it after all.

“Did anyone entered the shower after you?” Your fingers fidget with the hem of your shirt as you tilt your head to the side. “I still haven’t showered since we arrived and I can’t wait to take a bath and relax my body for a bit.”

From the way he just blinks repeatedly at your shimmering eyes you can tell that this simple ordinary question makes him panic.

So he does find you attractive.

Every time you’ve caught him staring during your lectures last semester was not a coincidence or something you made up out of boredom. The difference between the way he spoke to you and the rest of the students wasn’t just another one of your fantasies, it was in fact - reality.

“No,” he shakes head, looking away. His tone has suddenly turned lower and he clears his throat to make it firm again. “It’s all yours.”

He walks past you in order to get to his room, but it looks more like he’s hoping to run away from the images attacking his mind - of you relaxing in the bath tub with foam covering your boobs. You could not have asked for a better reaction than this.

“Dinner will be served in an hour,” he murmurs without looking back and closes the door next to yours.

──── ❆ ────

The next morning you make sure your appearance is decent before heading straight to the kitchen to make coffee as you’d normally do if you were at home, and if Goo Gunil wasn’t existing under the same roof as you.

Dinner last night wasn’t exciting or eventful as you hoped for it to be. Gunil was mostly discussing business and related to that sphere questions with your parents and his own; topics you could care less about when he’s right in front of you.

You exchanged few discreet smiles and glances, from those you used to give each other in the crowded lecture rooms, but nothing more than that. By the end of the night you went to bed feeling a certain sense of unfulfillment and it took you longer to fall asleep.

The door to the kitchen is open and you spot Gunil gazing at the screen of his MacBook. The sight is not surprising as so far you’ve seen him use every possible minute of free time to keep up with work.

A cup of coffee and an open notebook with notes are placed on the counter, but whatever’s currently on the screen has his full attention, because he doesn’t even acknowledge your presence until you greet him.

“Good morning,” you say, walking towards the coffee machine with a nonchalant step.

“Morning.” Gunil greets back while straightening his posture. His voice sounds a bit scratchy, still not quite awake. “Did you sleep well?”

The question makes you feel nice which leads you to the realisation that you’re already getting used to receiving such type of treatment from him. Silly of you.

“It took me some time to fall asleep, but yeah, I slept decent.”

The buzzing sound of the machine fills the space, completely blocking the sound of Gunil’s fingers tapping on the keyboard as it prepares your espresso drink.

As you keep gazing at his upper back, you mull over how he still hasn’t invited any girl here for this little festive vacation. If he was in a relationship it would be only right if she joins too, right?

Once your coffee is ready, you silently head towards the living room, but Gunil stops you from taking another step.

“You can stay here to drink your coffee.” He makes a quick pause to see your eyes widening with intrigue. “I can use some company.”

“Last time I offered you my company you didn’t want it.”

You remain in your place, close to the open door, as you anticipate his reply; the explanation you’ve been so curious to hear all this time.

“I never said that,” Gunil defends himself with the corners of his mouth twitching. “I said that I can’t have coffee with you, not that I don’t want to. Do I need to teach you, english philology student, the difference between the two?”

You cannot stop your lips from curling as well. His charming eyes in addition to his calm tone laced with sarcasm, but unarguably speaking the truth beneath it, have some positive effects on you.

“Alright then.” You nod and take the seat across from him on the marble counter. As you do so, you shoot a quick glance at his laptop with a spark of comedic judgment. “When I drink my coffee in the morning I avoid phones, tablets or any other electronic devices.”

Gunil chuckles and puts it away along with his notes.

You’re glad that taking off his glasses does not cross his mind though. They remind you of the day you met for the first time.

“That’s a good habit to have,” he comments after taking a sip of his coffee,” you have beautiful eyes, you should take care of them.”

You feel your skin warm up from the compliment and you almost want to roll your eyes at your own self from being this easily affected by the smallest things he does.

As you dive into a long conversation about your studies, and how his educating career is developing, you both lean over the counter more and more.

You towards him, and him towards you.

At one point you feel his attention weakening. His gaze shifts directions as his lips now move slower than before, maybe because of the way your boobs are pushed together by your arms that are comfortably propped up on the surface.

“See? I’m not that scary to talk to.” You say lightheartedly while picking up the necklace that’s dangling around your neck, knowing very well Gunil is going to watch you guide it to your lips.

“Y/N…” he exhales, “you know how it would’ve looked like if someone saw us. The fact we’re around the same age doesn’t matter when you’re my student.”

“I know, I know!” You quickly reassure him, dropping your necklace back onto your chest. Because you decided to wear a top with a nice cleavage and an oversized unbuttoned cardigan, the jewel shines playfully at Gunil every time you move. “I’m just teasing you a little.”

Gunil sighs softly from relief, but it still looks like something is on his mind, something that he’s leaving unspoken.

“Is this all you see me as?” You pull him out of his train of thought. “One of your former students?”

Gunil observes your relaxed face as he looks for the right way to approach this question. He wets his lips while contemplating, but the longer he thinks, the more his thoughts tangle together.

He doesn’t see you as just a former student and that’s the tricky part of it all.

He’s aware you’re catching onto his emotions, because now that you’re away from the usual establishment he’s having a hard time pretending not to have them. Besides, there’s nowhere to hide or avoid you in this villa; he doesn’t have hundreds of eyes following his every move.

“No.”

You gaze into each other’s eyes as you wait for him to share something more than just this. On the other hand, Gunil hopes for you to answer something so it gets easier for him to continue.

You’re smart, observant and cunning about your actions and the way you speak to him, you must have something to say.

But is it really necessary for him to speak further?

His chest heavens as reckless ideas invade his mind one after another the longer you look at each other with so little distance keeping you apart.

What if he just kisses you? Right here, right now.

Gunil breathes in as he backs away at the sudden noise from somebody’s footsteps, and exhales with relief. He really doesn’t want to just act on his impulses and do something serious that he’s going to regret later.

When you peek behind your shoulder you see Gunil’s mother walk in, greeting both of you with a warm smile. She begins to yap about tonight’s gathering at which some couple is invited, but you can barely keep your focus on what she’s saying.

For some reason, you feel that unfulfilled void from last night grow bigger, and it’s distracting.

It’s the hour of the fancy dinner that has been awaited and prepped for all day.

Seasonal treats are served on the elegant table, dainty lights are casting a gentle glow, huge Christmas tree, adorned with ornaments and a sparkling star on top is impossible to ignore - everything festive you can think of is on full display and you're impressed with the patience Gunil's mother has for taking care of all of this.

Once again, you’re sitting across from him like you've been doing for every meal so far with the difference you’re wearing an appropriate for the occasion elegant dress meanwhile he’s wearing a black suit perfectly suited for his fit figure.

He looks so handsome and sophisticating.

You really thought the charming professor freshly out of university would be just a temporary crush - until the next semester starts and you lay eyes on some other hot guy. But seems like your attraction is turning into something stronger, and this unexpected opportunity to take a peek into how his daily life outside of work looks like isn’t making it any easier for you to put an end to it.

You hoped that spending some time in the same room as him would lead to you finding out he’s boring. That he dresses awfully when he’s not teaching, and that he has some weird habits that would turn you off.

None of those things are happening.

Instead, you feel warm adrenaline rush bubbling up every time he enters the room, but the worst of all - you felt an irresistible gravity pulling you in his direction when you caught him heading to his bedroom last night in a pair of black sweatpants and a hoodie over his dark hair. He probably sleeps in them, because he hasn’t worn such clothing during the day here. As embarrassing as it may sound, the sight resulted into your imagination going wild once you were left alone with your thoughts that night.

Now his hair is looking neatly done, complimenting his facial structure as he effortlessly keeps up with the conversation on the festive table. Instead of talking over the guests with a booming voice like most guys you’ve encountered would, he’s listening closely and speaking diligently without forcing the attention on himself.

Despite being focused on the subject, he doesn’t misses the occasional opportunities to glance at you though; to check on how you’re doing with a gallant smile. You keep looking forward to these moments like a kid anticipating the moment to lay hands on the presents Santa left under the tree.

As you wait for the dessert an idea forms in your head which maybe isn’t the best. It’s definitely not appropriate, but that’s what makes it so fun.

You pick up your phone, determined to act on your impulses and the few sips of wine that fueled your body with courage.

21:12 [Y/N] You look very handsome tonight

You hit send.

You’re either going to make the first move tonight or you’re gonna have to return home disappointed that you never took the chance to try.

You’re leaving the day after tomorrow - there’s no more time to waste.

You and Gunil lock eyes as he reads your unexpected text. The corners of his mouth curl with satisfaction while yours with a hint of mischief.

21:13 [Goo Gunil] Thanks, Y/N

21:13 [Goo Gunil] And you look beautiful

21:13 [Y/N] Every day or just tonight?

21:13 [Goo Gunil] Actually, you get more and more beautiful every time I see you

Your stomach flips at the compliment and you breathe in, trying to take control over your expressions. You don’t want the people around you to catch onto your doing.

As you’re about to type in your reply another message pops up.

21:14 [Goo Gunil] Every time I’ve gotten distracted during my lessons was all because of your beauty

You cannot stop yourself from peeking at him as he’s still staring down at his lap.

21:14 [Goo Gunil] Are you saying that usually I’m not handsome though?

This time you both lift your heads up at the exact same time. You raise your brows as in really? to which Gunil shrugs shoulders. His amused face now has a hint of mischief too, something you haven’t seen him radiating before.

21:15 [Y/N] No, I said that tonight you look very handsome… in a way that makes me wish it was just the two of us right now

You click the send button and your heart rate goes up. You feel like you’re on a rollercoaster that’s about to drop from its highest point.

The jazzy music in the background doesn't do anything to calm you down. In fact, it somehow reminds you how badly you're in need of relief.

21:15 [Goo Gunil] What would you want us to do if we were alone?

The chatter on the table fades away as your mind goes through all the possible answers you can give.

21:16 [Goo Gunil] Stop biting your lip, love. Someone will notice.

And that’s when Gunil locks his phone, because the man next to him turns with a question.

He swiftly dives back into the conversation, smoothing down the front of his suit while perfecting his posture. As if nothing happened.

You, on the other hand, have to take a sip of water.

You’re not patient enough to wait for their interaction to come to another temporary end. You pick up your phone again and continue where you left off.

21:18 [Y/N] I had a wet dream about you last night, it woke me up around five thirty in the morning

Is this too much?

Even if if is, you start to ponder the question after you drop the bomb in your chat with him.

Maybe you should delete it while he still hasn’t seen the notification? Or maybe you should leave it and add more?

21:19 [Y/N] Had to hump my pillow to go back to sleep

“Did you enjoy dinner?”

Gunil’s voice makes you look up. His one hand adjusts his black tie and you peek at his evident veins; the luxurious watch on his wrist.

“Yeah, I did.” You reply, closing the chat. “Now I’m craving something sweet.”

To Gunil the smile on your lips looks more devilish than appreciative. He can feel tension by staring at it - one that excites him more than anything or anyone here in this atmospheric room.

“Excuse me for a moment.” You stand up from your seat.

Gunil’s gaze travels up your silhouette with a spark of curiosity as you excuse yourself. Once he spots the cellphone in your hand he remembers to check his own.

He decides not to answer to your last audacious text, but to wait two to three minutes so he can follow you.

Just like you hoped he will.

“You know, it’s a little bit rude to come eat dessert away from the guests.”

Gunil stares at you with hands hidden in the pockets of his dress pants, and you shamelessly check out his elegant figure after acknowledging his presence in the kitchen.

“I just needed some more water,” you smile amused, leaning back against the counter. You expect him to take few steps forward and that’s exactly what he does.

You wonder if he’s seen your last messages so your eyes stay alert for clues. He does seem a little bit tense as he gets closer without leaving you out of sight.

“Is that all you needed?”

Your breath slows down when his hand moves a strand of hair away from your face.

He is so concentrated on your bold expression softening that his head tilts to one side as if he’s admiring a painting.

You can tell that he’s read your dirty confession by the way his lips stay still meanwhile his eyes crease with a smile that captivates you with its amorous intents.

“No,” you reply, “and I don’t think you came here only to refill your cup either.”

Gunil nods, impressed by your observation. He leaves the glass behind you the moment you blurt out the question:

“Are you seeing someone?”

“No, are you?” He asks back right away, staring down at your foot that’s moving up his ankle. The seductive act makes his lips separate again, but he remains wordless as your hand surprises him by gently, but very intentionally, grabbing his tie.

“No.” You invite him even closer and the scent of his expensive cologne wraps around you. “It’s just me and my pillow.” You giggle at his ear as your fingers keep onto his tie.

Gunil bites his lip, unable to handle the effects of your erotic chuckles properly - they sound innocent, but he’s perfectly aware of how opposite of that you are.

The sudden closeness and the rush from your mouth warming his neck makes him gulp as if he’s a man stranded on a desert.

“Y/N,” he breathes out almost like he’s in pain. Worried his knees might betray him, he rests hands on the counter behind you.

The way Gunil utters your name makes you even dizzier than his musky scent that’s pleasing your senses as you press your lips ever so gently. And you can almost feel it… the tension in his jaw, the thumping of his heartbeat, the saliva pooling in his mouth.

“Hm?” You kiss his neck one more time before guiding your open mouth higher. Your tongue sneaks out slightly, because you can’t help but turn more sloppy. “What’s holding you back? You’re not my professor anymore.”

“For now.” Gunil states through heavy breath. Your lips softly suck on the skin of his neck and he keeps his eyes shut to focus on every small movement. “What if you have to take another one of my classes next year?”

“Well,” you move back to peer into his glossed over eyes, “I see that as something beneficial for me, you always motivate me to be a better student, sir…”

You drop the title through a teasing smile; his tie too.

“Don’t call me that.” Gunil loosens up the tight knot around his neck as he huffs at you flustered rather than annoyed.

Don’t know how, but you’re pressing some buttons that are causing him to act coy. It’s not just his professional background anymore. It’s you.

“How should I call you then?”

Your cheeky question follows by a small gasp of surprise; a pleasant surprise brought by his hands grasping at your sides and swiftly lifting you up to place you on the countertop.

He’s now settled between your thighs, swallowing at the tempting sight of your confident mouth that just cannot stay silent.

“Try with my name.” His gaze moves up your chest and stops at your eyes. Their expression changes during the second you speak out his name, slowly and quietly, laced with desire.

“Gunil,” you repeat it afterwards while musing, “I didn’t get the chance to answer your question earlier.”

“That’s right,” he cannot suppress the intrigued smile creeping up as he stands so close you can mix each other’s breaths. He’s surprised by himself and how long he’s lasted without kissing you; touching you the way he really wants to. “Tell me, please.”

Each word of his speech slips out more airy than the previous one. His thumbs fidget with the hem of your dress which distracts both of you, but him in a more dangerous way.

“If we were alone on that dinner table I would’ve asked you to stop holding back and kiss me.”

For a while you gaze at each other’s faces that have been familiar to one another for months, but not like this… You both make sure you acknowledge every little emotion that you awake inside one another as they’re many and most of them feel brand new.

“We are alone right now, aren’t we?” He’s conscious of the fact that he would never do this if it’s another girl in front of him right now. He’d never allow himself to get in this position, during such an important evening, with any other girl. “Go ahead, ask.”

“Stop holding back.” The commanding tone that escapes you boosts your body with adrenaline rush; you can only imagine what it does to his.

Gunil’s hands move to your waist as he crashes his lips onto yours with such strong greediness burning inside him, one he’s never felt before.

You’re about to lurch back but he holds you close with his arms. It feels so stirring, so fulfilling to be finally lost in his embrace, and into the lushness of his kiss.

At the back of Gunil’s neck your fingertips are making their way up into his hairline and once your nails tease his scalp you welcome a thrilling groan from his mouth right into your throat.

“Fuck!” He grunts in a whisper as even your nails running through his hair brings shockwaves through his body… let alone the way your legs keep him trapped against your chest.

“More,” you murmur in a rush, wanting to have as much of him in this short period of time as possible.

Your eyes close from the pleasure of his mouth attaching to your neck then they squeeze shut as you try to control the urge to hump Gunil’s hand after he places it exactly where you’ve been in desperate need of friction.

“Ah, yeah—“ You put your own hand on top of his and press harder as his gentle nibbles on your skin arouse you even further. “Gunil,” you moan in the process of rubbing yourself against his palm one more time.

“Is this what you did to your pillow last night?” He whispers at your ear while pushing your panties to the side. His middle finger slips in effortlessly and that’s when your eyes open to look at him; the arousing glow flickering at him is indescribable, the amount of arousal welcoming him through your walls too. “Is that how you were humping it?”

The thought of you, - the student he's always had his eyes on, - half-asleep and grinding a pillow in order to get off while he’s sleeping on the other side of the wall still hasn’t sunk in fully yet.

“You’re such a dirty girl.”

His hand speeds up and your legs start to dangle in the air as the rush floods your veins in the rhythm of his finger. Instead of answering right away, you let your jaw fall open while you take a moment to comprehend how fast the sensation is overpowering you.

“Shit, you’re squeezing so hard,” Gunil comments under his breath then notices you reaching for your clit. “And you’re so fuckin' tight—”

“I wanted you to walk in on me,” you interrupt him as your fingers that snuck into your underwear start rubbing in circles, “and fuck me… so badly.” The speedy stimulation on your sensitive spot adds to your growing arousal and everything doubles once you sense another firm finger pushing through your entrance.

“You’re not gonna take me easily, love.” Gunil’s lips slide upwards against your cheek from your struggling to swallow a whine before he changes up the pace.

“Fuck!” Your eyes roll back and you’re seconds away from falling over the coffee machine when he starts thrusting into your deepest point instead of gliding his fingers like he did a moment ago.

Your sounds multiply dangerously.

“Shhh,” Gunil hushes you with his spare hand by pushing two fingers through your lips that you suck on straight away; your glossy eyes lock with his own as you do so.

As much as he wants to hear you in all your glory he can’t allow it, and he empties your mouth once it’s clear that you’re coming down from your peak.

A moment later, when your sqeezing draws to a close, Gunil pulls out his knuckles slowly, evidently connected with a sticky string of your essence. It’s when you look down and take a notice of it that you realise you’re still grasping at his arm. You don’t let go right away though, you guide it up and after adjusting his hand steady between the two of you, you lean in with tongue sticking out.

The slow lick and the piercing lustful gaze let Gunil know that after you get a taste of his slick fingers he should do the same too.

And he does which earns him a flattered smile from you.

“Drop by my room later.” You say, sounding slightly different, like everything around you is in slow motion. Before you jump off the counter to fix your dress and join back the gathering, you quickly peck Gunil’s cheek. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

Although you’ve been expecting it, the cautious knocking at your door still makes you jump in your place with excitement that has you leaving the bed the second you hear the signal.

Gunil walks in with a missing tie and a glass of whiskey in hand. He’s had only few sips from it, and once he leaves it on your nightstand in order to pull you in, the sensation transfers from his mouth into yours.

You can sense his experience along with the alcoholic taste as his tongue leads yours with sensual swirling. The thrill has you humming as his palms find your ass and squeeze it through your dress.

Seems like neither of you could bother change clothing; the only thing on your minds was how long do you have to wait for the night to end so you can be alone again.

Each step you take towards the bed, each touch and exchange of spit as your kissing intensifies, gradually enhances the dominant side creeping inside you. It’s your need to make him feel good, to perform for him and relieve him from the pressure that’s been lingering all night in his body. It makes your touch noticeably greedy and assertive.

Gunil’s hands that were roaming all over your silhouette, unable to focus on one place for too long, now sink into the mattress after you push him on his back.

He lifts his head up from the pillows right away to not miss on your next move.

“Do you like what you see?” You strip from your dress and leave it to fall in your feet. The pressure in his crotch is noticable from here and it makes your smile stretch wider.

“I love what I see,” Gunil replies and he doesn’t only seem focused on the view, he sounds like he’s hypnotised by it. He traces your bare legs then your upper body as you get on the bed, crawling your way to him. He’s smitten. “I’d like to feel it too.”

“No rush, handsome,” you straddle his lap. “The night is ours.” The bump beneath you feels so exciting that you automatically rub against it once you sit on top of him.

Gunil sighs from the nice friction and closes his eyes for a second before fixating them on the satisfying view once again. The urge to grip and feel your curves grows the longer he stares at your pretty lingerie that looks like it was made for you, but he prefers to let you choose the pace.

You take his hands and slowly drag them up your figure to encourage him to explore. Once you reach your breasts you make sure to squeeze them together before you retrieve in order to unbutton his shirt.

You’re pleased to see Gunil’s fingertips remaining there, sinking further into your plush flesh with each pinch. Despite their slight roughness they still manage to knead with gentle motions that seem surprisingly restful in comparison to his erection perhaps.

Revealing the skin of his chest, and three more buttons later - the skin of his toned abs, - still makes your mouth water despite the fact you’ve already seen them.

“How do you even find time to go to the gym?” You run your hands up and down after leaving the shirt open, relishing the way his own drop to your hips.

“I make it work.” He replies, planning to pull you down and kiss you, but the opportunity slips away after you reach for his drink to take a sip.

There’s a very strong spark gleaming in your gaze that reflects the naughty thoughts drifting in your mind as the heavy glass remains in your hand. The sensation tingles in your throat rather enjoyably than fiery thanks to the ice that’s lowering the temperature of the whiskey.

“I can tell.”

You savor the taste despite not being one of your favorites simply because it’s his.

Regardless of acknowledging that mischievous glow, Gunil is unable to guess your next move until you steal the ice cube from his drink. His adam’s apple bobs after he swallows at the sight of you sucking on the shape erotically.

Now he catches onto your ideas, and his arms loosen up onto the bedsheets as an agreement; a silent sign of succumbing to you.

The cold thrill on his warm skin, sudden and sharp, makes Gunil hiss quietly.

His muscles tense up as he takes few seconds to adjust. The excitement continues to creep strongly into his body, and with the cold sensation now trickling down his stomach, the pressure completely envelops his dick into an even more arousing delight.

You move the shape slowly in different directions, allowing it to melt from the heat of his body that keeps shuddering. The thrill feels entirely new and an overwhelming expression contorts his face.

He’s already learning to like it.

“It’s twitching,” you point out with a pleased smile which brings a subtle blush to Gunil’s cheeks; your freezing fingertips lift the cube in the air for a quick moment so you can enjoy the sight of the water dripping down his abs which are tensing deliciously from the drastic change of temperature. “I can feel how hard you are.”

You hear a soft cussing sound escaping his mouth as you lean in. You expose your flat tongue and run it up against the wet surface of his chest, turning the greedy lick into a sensual open mouthed kiss which isn’t the only one you end up giving his iced upper body. The tip of your tongue twirls around his nipple before your soft lips tease him with a gentle suck that forces the first moan out of him.

He’s been managing to suppress his sounds pretty well until now. The only reason you can think of for that is shyness though he sounds so appealing… low, intense and breathy because of the icy-cold thrill still coating his skin.

You scatter more kisses onto his chest and beneath his collarbone, but your hips quit being still after you move to nibble on the side of his neck; they sway with each movement of your mouth. The feeling of his length, solid hard and pushing through the clothing, makes you want to grind against it again and again.

“Fuck, Y/N—“ Gunil is on the verge of pleading.

Until he grips your sides and flips you over in a flash.

His arms lock you beneath him before you shift to rest on your elbows, blinking at him in awe.

“Do you want me?” Your question slips airy as you caress his lips with the now smaller ice cube between your fingers.

Aglowed by the way he peers into your eyes you’re unable to think about anything else than feeling him inside you.

“Are you really that oblivious to so many things, love?”

“No,” you respond amused while reaching for his belt after tossing the ice cube away, “I like to pretend I am.”

You pull down the zipper then Gunil steps on the floor to remove his pants. You expect him to get rid of his underwear too, but instead he surprises you by kneeling and pulling you closer by the legs. Now you’re positioned on the edge of the bed and with his mouth inches away from your heat.

He makes his way further with few pecks on your left inner thigh before moving your panties to one side so he can expose your folds. A small sigh, mixture of surprise and relief that you’re close to having some of the pressure relieved by his touch, slips from your lips.

“Beautiful,” Gunil exhales right after you once he separates your intimate lips with two fingers; to see you in more details and to check if you’re as wet as you were few hours ago on the kitchen counter.

His mouth dives in and he’s not being cautious or hesitant as you thought he might be. He’s moving greedy but somehow his tongue motions stimulate your body with tenderness that makes you place a hand on top of his head.

“Fuck—“ you put enough amount of pressure and feel his nose pushing nicely against your clit; his flat tongue pressing more insistently, turning his mind foggy with the sweet taste it’s collecting with each lick. “Would you ever… have me like this in your cabinet?”

You tug on his hair as a sign for him to look up. Once he does, you notice his eyes are glazed over with sensuality that has your heart fluttering; his lips are glistening and puffy all because of you.

“In the same cabinet I share with two more people?”

You nod playfully while tugging at his collar; as much as you like the touch of his mouth you need to be on top of him as soon as possible.

“Obviously they’re not staying there all day,” you comment as he gets rid of his black underwear. The sudden view of his thickness, the way you can already tell how heavy it would feel in your hand makes you go silent mid sentence; your lips form an oh before you simply ask: “Can I?”

Gunil steps forward summoned by your voice. His hand lowers his erection as you kneel on the bed with tongue eager to explore the oozing spot of his tip.

Both of you hum in bliss just seconds apart; you because of his taste, and he, because of the thrill of having your lips hugging the head of his cock. His hips slowly rock forward in order to invite more of his length between your hollowed cheeks and move backwards as you glance up at him with look in your eyes that has him suppressing cusses.

“Take it slow baby,” he whispers after noticing the way you force your mouth to stretch wider, to take more and endure more of his size. “You’re doing good already.”

Your fingers go around the base as you drag your slick lips thoroughly; muffling little sounds every time you welcome his tip deeper. Once you sense a slight pain spreading in your jaw you decide to empty your mouth and stroke him top to bottom while catching your breath.

Gunil watches your saliva being smeared everywhere, marking the sheets with dark wet spots.

“I’ll do even better once I sit on it.” You give his tip one last kiss and shift to the other side of the bed so he can lay down. “Leave the shirt on, please.”

Gunil breathes out a chuckle at your request, but truthfully he cannot deny that he does feel a certain satisfaction from the fact you get turned on by seeing him like this.

Does this mean you’ve been aroused during some of his lectures?

He gets a hold of your waist and looks down where your hand is guiding him at your entrance. He was going to do it himself, but your neediness has you moving quicker.

“Mmm…” you shut your eyes as the moisture dripping out of you coats the head of his cock. This allows your walls to accept him more easily with a slight hint of pain that feels thrilling than discomforting. You move up and down slowly, not sinking all the way fully yet, and feeling the gradual stretching. “Fuck, it’s so big…”

Gunil’s mouth lets out a quiet but intense groan as his supportive fingertips sink into your flesh. The compliment causes him to twitch as you still adjust to half of his size.

“And you’re taking it well, baby.”

“Am I?”

After you stretch enough, you sink down smoothly till your ass touches his lap, then you roll your hips, wanting to really feel every inch of him rub against your aroused walls. You moan from delight as you repeat the motion, allowing your clit to gain some friction against his skin.

The moment you build a nice pace Gunil’s hands leave your waist only to land in a light smack against your hips and grip tightly again. It’s so fun watching him do everything he possibly can to control himself… when the pleasure is so high, inevitably tempting you to drop whatever’s left of your good behaviour.

“You fill me so good,” you mutter rocking back and forth as the hot rush inside both of you grows in waves. Your attention shifts to Gunil’s eyes fluttering shut and his mouth opening wider so close to moaning between his heavy breaths. “Look at me.”

Your bra slips from your figure and gets thrown away after Gunil’s darkened gaze fixates on you.

“You’re freakin’ gorgeous.” He turns hypnotised the second he lays eyes on your boobs that are beautifully shaped and exactly what was needed to provoke those enticing sounds to finally start escaping his lips.

You begin to bounce up and down to make the view even more compelling for him along with the sensation magnifying every time you drop to hit that desired spot inside you.

“Fuck—” You breathe out shakily; your fingertips dance onto his lower stomach as you maintain the same rhythm with his hands holding your ass. “I want to c-cum already…”

“Shit,” Gunil grunts before a strong hitched groan stops him from saying more.

His sounds are changing in a way that has you thinking he might not be able to last long.

You drop forward with hands sinking into the cushion beneath his head as you steady yourself; this way you can bounce even faster while feeling his breath on your face.

“Fuck, baby—“ Gunil’s mind starts to glitch as it comprehends only one thing - how you’re clenching harder around him and it’s going to make him burst. “Slow down,” he whispers in one quick breath, squeezing your ass cheeks as a weak warning, unsuccessful one.

“But I want you to cum inside me, Gunil...” You make sure to coo his name at his ear that’s subtly reddish like the rest of his features. Judging by the rough frustration that’s almost wrapped in a whine when it slips from his tongue - it seems to have an immediate effect. “I want it now,” you pant, keeping your hips moving as his jaw tenses beneath you, “while I’m riding your big cock soo well, just the way you deserve it.”

His dick feels immensely hard, stuck between your pulsing walls that keep throbbing as it glides through them, pushing both of you over the edge seconds apart.

Hearing your own sounds rising higher, but not too much as you’re cautious about them slipping through the walls, was the only thing you needed in order to reach the rush. Though your encouraging words definitely had an impact too… Gunil likes the way he feels whenever you talk to him like that, provocatively, subtly demanding, meanwhile you like seeing his whole body respond to you.

You remain still and flushed against one another, with hearts thumping in sync as his cum turns you even warmer. You’re unsure how many minutes have passed before you lift up from the crook of his neck to meet his eyes.

His face has an obvious tint of red, his lips too, and there’s no sign of his neat hairstyle from earlier because of your playful fingers. His gaze is dazed by the aftermath, but also from the few sips of whiskey as it alternates between your eyes and your mouth until it stops where your bodies are still connected, because you decide to regain control.

Just like that Gunil’s face gets marked by a new expression that can only be interpreted as a sign of his sensitivity which hasn’t faded away yet. His brows knit together, but he doesn’t try anything to stop you after he lifts up from his back.

“More?” He just asks through a lazy smile as one of his hands grasps the sheets.

“More.” You reply and hang your arms from his shoulders. As you shift to wrap your legs loosely around his body his arms go around your frame and stay there as you grind against him with mellow but such stirring motions. “Don’t tell me you’re getting sleepy already?”

“How can I ever sleep when I’m with you?”

The presence of this slight raspiness in Gunil’s usually smooth voice only adds to the new rush forming beneath your skin. It suits his attractive fucked out face so perfectly.

For a while, your lower half wasn’t rushing the pleasure at all. You took few minutes in order for both of you to adjust to your bodies reacting to the awaken stimulation that’s merging with sensitivity. But that overwhelming mixture of emotions quickly gets conquered by pure staggering satisfaction, and that same satisfaction quickly overpowers you to the point you can’t do anything else but give into your impulses.

In contrast, Gunil can only still and watch you speed up, hazing over his mind in the process.

“Oh, God—” His voice, now ringing with a higher pitch, shakes close to your ear as he grazes his teeth against your skin. It’s not possible for him to contain the approaching whines that multiply in his throat as you slow down every so often to catch your breath before strengthening your rhythm again. “Sweetheart, pretty…” The pleasing names come out one after another in a rush with no coherent thought to follow after them, but they feel like a passionate kiss on your neck and you enjoy them nonetheless.

You take his face with one hand while the other continues to claw at his tense shoulder through the unbuttoned shirt.

“Do you like how I ride it, hm?” You stare at Gunil’s parted lips, not caring if he’s going to answer or not; you enjoy seeing his unability to think straight enough already. Your hips keep rolling forward, causing more of his cum to seep out of you and trickle down his aroused veiny girth. “You like how I move, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do,” he draws out as your nails sink into his cheeks; seconds later his voice cracks. “Fuck, Y/N!”

Your name drops through such an intense groan, quaky and tantalizing as a result of your pulsing grip suddenly letting go. You can feel new load of adrenaline rush shooting through as his voice echoes into your mind.

Gunil’s head falls back before you make him face you by covering his trembling lips with one hand.

“Keep it down,” you warn him with a smile; you can’t hide how excited you are to do this even if you try. “I’m sorry, I knew you were about to cum.”

You move your palm away and sink back down again. But before that, you make sure to get a taste of him by gathering some of his cum from your folds and licking it from your fingers.

For a moment Gunil’s eyes squeeze with frustration as the tightness wraps back around him.

“You’re naughty.” The corners of his mouth tug charmingly at you. Even the simple way you run your hands along the sleeves of his shirt arouses him right now as you rock your lower body forward, elevating the sensation. “Your mind is full of filthy thoughts, isn’t it?”

You bite your lip at the question before a short gasp opens your mouth as an instant response to the firm presence of his hands on the sides of your body.

“They keep you awake at night,” he teases before suppressing an intense groan. He grasps your hips strongly, preventing you from making another move and peers into your eyes that light up from surprise.

“Gunil,” you whine quietly. You’re already aching for friction… for movement, anything.

He’s not sure how, but Gunil manages to gather his efforts and put your motions to an end in order to switch things around. As much as he loves watching you like this he cannot stand not having you the way you’re meant to be had by him.

Next time maybe he’ll leave you to have your fun for longer, but for tonight it’s enough.

“I like how you move, sweetheart,” he moves his hands up your skin till they reach your boobs, “but I can move faster… much harder.” His mouth salivates at the fragile sound of your humming as his thumbs circle around your nipples. “I know that’s what’s been going through your pretty little head.”

“Okay,” you sigh. The offer is difficult to resist.

“Yeah?” Gunil seeks one last confirmation.

You nod eagerly, letting go of his shirt. “Yeah, please…”

You’re just about to lay on your back when he flips you the other way around, adjusting you on all fours before slipping back inside you.

Your lips muffle a groan after your hair gets pulled back, slowly but surely with a little bit of pain that makes your skin run hotter.

“Down, pretty girl.” His lips utter at your ear as the hand on the back of your skull forces you lower.

Gunil knows you’re not going to be quiet at all so he needs to take measurements beforehand.

The sheets soak the first wail of yours the moment he begins to thrust forward which he does the second your face sinks into the mattress. A build up is useless after you’re both on the verge of falling apart for the second time; there’s no need to say anything either, because you both already share the same mutual desires.

“Fuck, there you go,” he grunts between thrusts, but he’s not even sure you can acknowledge his voice at this point. “Much better, isn’t it, sweetheart? I know exactly what a perverse girl like you needs.”

Shortly after, you start to grip onto him so tightly that you threaten his pace to slow down, but Gunil succeeds in avoiding that from happening. He skilfully continues to slam into you as the new climax creeps into your core. There’s a burning knot inside him begging for his attention too, but at this moment he’s fully focused on your pleasure and how it makes you clench desperately.

“Good girl,” he hisses, approving of the way your suppressed sounds intensify and turn rougher as he keeps your head shoved down; the way you plead wordlessly for your orgasm with fists squeezing furiously on the sheets. “I know, darling, I know… just … take it.”

Three more hits of Gunil’s strong hips are needed for the pressure inside you to burst and spread wildly in every part of your being. As you were completely still standing for him, now you’re suddenly squirming under his frame, unable to control your body as you lose grip on reality too.

As the fog that swept through your mind begins to slowly fade a sudden nudge into your soaked walls causes one last whimper from you. This time it was heard loud and clear as you were catching your breath with head lifted off the bed.

Gunil wraps an arm around your shoulders and swiftly presses you against his heaving chest, causing another whine of you with the way his bicep settles under your chin.

“You want me to fill your pretty cunt again?”

Your nails dig into his muscles as you nod eagerly, shutting your eyes at the feeling of his cock that slowed down, but continues to push deeper.

“So fuckin’ needy. I can ruin you if we keep going like this.”

And with this, he pushes you back down in your previous position; the one where you stay still and quiet for him, but clearly on the verge of falling apart.

Gunil doesn’t need to chase anything; few deep strong pushes into your pool of arousal are enough to bring him the same buzzing rush.

You’re trembling like a leaf as he waits for the rush to fade before he pulls out and lets you lay down.

Is he going to hurry to return to his room now?

You hope not, although you’re leaving with your parents early tomorrow morning on Christmas Eve and it will be good for you to get few hours of sleep.

But that’s not what you want; despite your body being tired, your mind is feeling more than awake right now.

You shove the question away, wanting to focus on only one thing - his arms wrapping around you, pulling you to his chest. And the peaceful sound of his heartbeat that ends up lulling you to sleep in a matter of minutes.

──── ❆ ────

two days later

An unexpected ringing of the doorbell has you putting the show you’re in the middle of watching on pause.

You’re still puzzled when you find out that a mysterious package has arrived for you. You immediately take it to your room.

Once you open the festively decorated box you see a Christmas card laying on top of a red wrapping paper. You’re excited to see what the present looks like, but you’re more eager to read what Gunil has written to you that couldn’t be said on the phone.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N!

I hope you’re enjoying your free time with your family. Classes start next week so you should make the most of your break while you still can.

Recently I got informed that the upcoming spring semester you’ll be choosing between two elective courses: children’s literature and characteristics of language in different media. If by any chance you’re not aware already, the latter is one of the disciplines that I’m teaching. Thought I should let you know so you have some extra time to consider which one is going to be more beneficial for your degree. (You can keep a secret, right?)

No matter what your decision is by the end, I’d like to see you again… at a nice dinner. Just the two of us this time.”

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LONG STORY SHORT

─ ⋆ dinna’s holiday special 2024 ⋆༄

✭ event is 18+ only

pairing: non-idol!jungsu x fem!reader

genre: smut w/ a sprinkle of plot wc: 8.5k

summary: when christmas comes around you know your emotions will be all over the place, because the one thing your parents look forward to the most, is inviting their best friends whose son kim jungsu is the guy you try to not think about unless you want to make your standards even higher, and your chances to find a boyfriend soon - lower. one sleepless night turns into an opportunity to look back on some shared memories, but to also tell each other things both of you believed will remain unsaid...

contains: childhood friends au, friends to lovers trope, soft dom!jungsu, sprinkle of fluff, protected sex, lots of kissing, mutual masturbation, fingering, handjob, dirty talk, pet names, size kink, size training, praise kink, oral sex (f!rec)

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“Do you think he’s still single?”

“Probably not.”

“Hmmm...” Your friend on the other line goes silent for a second. “I don’t see any pictures of him with a girl so far.”

“Are you lurking on his Instagram account right now???”

“I’m not lurking,” she calmly explains herself as you continue pacing around the room. Waiting. “I’m getting familiar with the guy that’s about to spend a night in your house. See if there’s anything suspicious that we should know about.”

“Jungsu is the most harmless guy I know.”

“I know you grew up together, but you haven’t talked about him a lot. I’m curious.”

You pick up a noise from outside and you peek through the window only to see the familiar car of Jungsu’s parents parking in front of your house.

“Shit, he’s here!” Your voice comes out barely audible.

It’s like you had to see it with your eyes to believe it - to believe that he’s really going to be in front of you just like before. Till now it has been just a possibility that may or may not happen which is ridiculous of you to think that way, because you always spend the Christmas holidays together.

There’s no Christmas without Kim Jungsu.

You tell your friend you’re gonna text her when you can and she giggles through one sly “have fun!” before hanging up.

You inhale a deep breath to control your heart rate that already quickens before you even hear the doorbell ring.

It feels just like last year or even slightly more intense than last winter judging by how much you’re overthinking the moment he’s going to walk through the front door.

There’s an echo inside your head; Why? Why? Why? But your brain cannot ponder the question right at this point of time. Not when you’re this giddy with excitement to see one of your closest friends again, but also nervous to face your first love - though unrequited it still turned you into the biggest hopeless romantic. You wouldn’t be the person you are right now without it.

You and Jungsu grew up together after all; you’ve shared so many things - from toys and lunch boxes to living on the same street. Even after you entered high school and started hanging out in two separate friend groups you continued walking to school every morning together only to wait for each other at the bus stop and return home together too. It was your tradition; a habit that your evolving interests and social lives couldn’t break.

Until you started college here, and he - three hours away - and you started drifting apart, texting each other only on special occasions or if provoked by an Instagram post, and ending birthday calls with you should visit me sometime, but neither of you have done it yet.

Maybe if his parents didn’t move to a different distanced neighbourhood as soon as the first school year started you would’ve stayed more in touch now, because he would’ve been able to stop by your door for an hour every time he visits during semester breaks.

Maybe…

You’re about to run upstairs so it doesn’t look like you’ve been waiting for his arrival when your mom calls out for you to come back and stop being rude.

You keep your distance in the hallway with heart racing, breath hitched in your throat and eyes inspecting the scene in front of you. Your mom welcomes the guests warmly one by one and you do the same while helping out by taking the Christmas presents inside.

Jungsu walks in last, with a big backpack hanging from his broad shoulders and a navy blue beanie on his head. The hallway turns extra smaller now that he’s inside too, trying to make his way without pushing anyone to the ground.

As he patiently waits for his parents to take off their shoes and head to the living room so he can move around freely, he keeps staring at the floor, too flustered by your mother’s compliments on how handsome he’s become to look up. Once she’s had enough of admiring him and steps back, his eyes shift curiously in search to look for you.

They easily spot you standing speechless in the corner, and although you take a second to react, his eyes crinkle into a smile on the instant.

You notice the soft upturn of the corners of his mouth, then the flush caused by the cold air on his cheeks and nose which you’ve always been fond of. Next, you feel his puffer jacket is freezing, because you shudder after he comes to embrace you into a hug.

That’s when the world around you finally stills.

“Your hair!” You gasp as you take a proper look at him after he removes the beanie.

“Hi to you too.” Jungsu chuckles softly.

He blinks at you few times with surprise as he takes a second to comprehend your astonished reaction; to acknowledge the small changes in your appearance. They’re something minor, but surely they are there or he wouldn’t be feeling the need to stop what he’s doing and stare, questioning what exactly feels different.

“You’ve never had such short hair before,” you note, hiding hands in the pockets of your jeans to suppress the urge to run fingers through what seems like a fresh haircut.

“Should I take this as a compliment or…”

“I mean, I just saw that you pretty much still suck at taking compliments so,” you shrug shoulders meanwhile Jungsu presses lips at the sight of your sarcastic face, because he cannot deny that observation of yours, “but I do like it.”

“You look good too.”

Your stomach makes a somersault and you look away, but seconds before you do, your face earns a glow that Jungsu does not miss out on noticing.

You thought that after such a jolly evening you’re going to fall asleep the moment you get into your bed, but turns out the lingering exciment keeps you awake and energised for longer.

It’s almost two in the morning when you go downstairs and make out some noise coming from the living room. Lights flicker in the darkness as you step in to discover that it’s not all coming from the decorated Christmas tree, it’s also Jungsu’s laptop. It’s resting on the coffee table with something playing in low volume as he’s occupying the entire couch by laying comfortably on his side.

You’re about to tiptoe when you see him shooting a curious glance over his shoulder the moment you close the door.

“Why are you awake?” He asks; his voice is not drowsy at all.

“I can’t fall asleep and got thirsty.”

Jungsu’s attention leaves the screen, suddenly too compelled by the appearance of your silhouette in front of him.

He reminds himself that you’re one of his best friends as he realises the beauty of your legs illuminated from the glowing desktop screen; they force his eyes to follow every small movement of your hips and to travel up your figure, noticing more parts of you for the very first time. You’re one of his best friends, but last year you weren’t wearing such little shorts… so exposing…

He needs to stop before it gets obvious and awkward.

“You?” You’re still standing up, taking another sip of water before placing the cup on the table.

“Same here.” Jungsu murmurs and sighs. He sits up then lifts his arms to stretch.

His plain white shirt rides up his body exposing a sliver of his lower abdomen. Your eyes fixate right upon it, staring at the waistband of his sweats that’s resting loosely on his waist too.

The cold water does not do anything to stop the heat from enveloping your body. Maybe it’s perhaps the reason you take longer to direct your shameless stare somewhere else; now there’s also a dangerous train of thoughts settling in your mind as you capture the intimate view.

“Severance?” You step forward to take a peek at what he’s watching in order to stop yourself while you still got time. “You got taste.”

“Have you seen it?” Jungsu raises brows as you sit down next to him.

“Yeah, it’s a pretty good mindfuck, isn’t it?”

Your question is followed by an unexpected notification from your phone that buzzes in your hand.

What ends up pleasantly surprising you is not the person who’s texting you, but the particular way in which Jungsu shows interest in them.

“Who’s thinking about you at this hour?”

Still to this day, he always listens to you share what you’re up to with genuine interest, and you listen to him do the same too, but with slightly different emotions you can bet. These few hours of alone time you get during the holidays are the moments when you learn new things about him as well, things that you probably wouldn’t have known otherwise, and as silly as it may sounds… sometimes those moments make you feel melancholic.

You’re happy that he found the place where he belongs, but you also miss him.

“Uhm, a friend of a friend…” You mumble, putting your phone away. “He texts me once in a while.”

“Do you like him?” Jungsu asks despite noticing the casual way you ignored the message.

“Not like that.” You suppress a chuckle. “He’s funny and nice to chat with, but that’s all.”

“So you like someone else?”

You stare at his familiar side profile as he continues to pay attention to the episode at the same time.

As if he feels your gaze lingering on his skin, Jungsu looks in your direction.

You swiftly switch your expression from astounded to laid back and unbothered by these straightforward questions which you were definitely not prepared for.

“Why are you the only one asking questions?”

“I don’t know,” Jungsu turns his gaze away from you again, letting the corners of his lips to slide up discreetly, “if there’s anything you want to ask me, go ahead.”

You hesitate for a moment. There are multiple things you’d like to know the answers of, but what if you don’t ask correctly and he gets a wrong impression?

Unsure if it’s the fact he’s not facing you or if it’s because it’s past midnight, your heart feels calm, allowing you to just go for it.

“Are you seeing or talking to someone right now?” You carefully focus on him as you don’t want to miss out on his next expression.

He barely makes one though.

“Nope,” he replies, keeping his eyes on the scene as he adds: “but there’s a girl I find pretty cute, I think.”

After you remain silent for a short moment, only releasing a quiet oh of surprise, Jungsu guides his vision to you and keeps it there.

“So you like funny guys, but humour and communicative skills is not everything.” His figure droops down a bit, letting him rest his head back comfortably against the couch. “What else are you looking for in a guy?”

“Well,” you sigh as if mentally you’re recalling an entire detailed list of qualities which makes the boy snicker. “I want him to be a gentleman. Trustworthy and kind. I need to know I can tell him anything and I want to be the only girl he thinks about.” You give him one wary look just in case. It’s clear he’s heeding your words that only speed up as you go. “I also like when they take care of their bodies… I like broad shoulders and nice arms. Pretty lips too.”

“Mmm,” Jungsu nods while letting all of that sink in, “well, they can’t work for pretty lips at the gym, you know?”

“I know, I just added that in.” A grin appears on your face as you lean against the back of the couch with one shoulder, but soon after it disappears. “My friends always tell me I need to lower my standards, do you think that’s true?”

“I don’t really think you have high standards to begin with.” Jungsu examines your expression carefully since your question doesn’t come out light heartedly like what you previously said. He’s aware you’re referring to something more serious that must be bothering you. “That’s exactly how a guy should treat you, if he doesn’t then you need to cut him off.”

You smile as a sign of appreciation, feeling your heart beating with joy too.

“We’ve had a similar conversation before, do you remember?”

“We have?”

Jungsu’s face scrunches a bit as he goes down memory lane, but you already have the exact moment replaying in your head as if it was yesterday. Severance is now forgotten, but still going in low volume.

“Yeah, after we graduated.” The images of the two of you in his room warm your heart as you cast your mind back to that sunny afternoon. “We were at your house and you were bragging about the new camera your parents had just bought you to get you excited for college.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Just a litttle bit.” You quickly dismiss his denial and Jungsu laughs without saying anything more so you can continue. “We were imagining how our first boyfriend and girlfriend would be like. We were visualising their appearance, wondering how and where we would meet them and all.”

You know Jungsu begins to recall the event when you see him cover his face with both hands. His muffled groan of embarrassment amuses you a lot; Why is he being flustered all of a sudden?

“Yeah, yeah, we did…” He mumbles in his palms before leaning back again. He seems to be lost in thought for a moment. “My first girlfriend wasn’t anything like that by the way.”

“My first boyfriend was anything but that,” you declare right after him as you burst laughing at the same time.

You grin at each other, feeling a sense of comfort from the mutual understanding.

The silence you find yourselves in again isn’t perplexing as it gives the two of you a chance to dive into more shared memories that are suddenly scattered in your minds. You reflect on differents parts of them without paying attention to the gaps that eventually start to multiply as the months pass by.

“We were so curious then,” Jungsu speaks up first; his voice drops lower as he muses, “about relationships, drinking, sex…”

Undeniably, the last word catches you off guard. You don’t comment right away, because you start to ponder about the same with cheeks tinged with blush.

“We couldn’t wait to see what all those experiences are going to feel like.”

“Yeah, that’s how we were.” You agree, keeping your fingers busy with the hem of your shorts.

“Y/N…”

As you were staring down at your lap your eyes snap back at the sound of your name and you meet Jungsu’s gaze; it seems to shine more softly now, or that’s just the nostalgia in your chest.

“I think you’re beautiful,” he says with voice laced in something bittersweet, “and I really think you deserve more than just a funny guy.”

You feel something around you shift and you’re unsure of how to handle it just yet. It’s like whatever was building up in the air during your conversation is now swirling, making you giddy and unsteady.

You thank him and you acknowledge how weak your voice is once it leaves your mouth, but you can’t do anything about it.

Neither of you breaks eye contact - is it because neither of you is bold enough to do it first or because neither of you wants to put an end to it in the first place? You can’t tell.

Jungsu’s eyes make the first movement in order to peek at your parted lips and just as quickly return to your fluttering lashes.

“I mean it,” he whispers, sliding his hand your way.

The tips of his fingers are centimeters away from your knee, resting on the cushion; one small move and you will feel their touch, but they remain still and courteous.

As your body is tempted to get closer, your heart starts to thump faster - not to warn you or stop you from the decision you’re about to make, but to remind you of how much exactly you want it.

You want him. It’s a scary thought, but perhaps, every love seems scary when it arises from friendship.

It all happens in a matter of two seconds - you cut the distance, Jungsu’s gentle hand moves on your thigh and you kiss him.

If a moment ago you were feeling dazed then now as your mouths get in contact for the first time ever you’re feeling absolutely under the influence. You’re feeling intoxicated by the softness of his lips and how they already move like they’ve got yours memorised; as if he was using that moment of silence to study them perfectly.

In a way his lips feel… familiar, as ridiculous it may sound, but the spark they bring you is strong nevertheless. Until you back away in panick from your impulsive actions.

Your heart is threatening to burst out.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry—“

“Come here,” Jungsu says under his breath and pulls you over his lap.

What follows after you straddle him doesn’t come close to the mellow kiss from earlier.

It looks and feels times more intense as Jungsu’s fingers grip on your waist beneath the fabric of your loose shirt. The way they explore anywhere they can reach, causing every spot they glide against to heat up, provokes the rush to rise in your tummy.

Your tongues roll against one another after you allow him to separate your lips; the delightful dance turns into a french kiss that you would’ve never imagine having with him one day.

Jungsu’s lips slowly detach, sighing as he finds out you’re not wearing any bra underneath. His hands cautiously retrieve to your hips, making you wonder what could be going through his head right now.

Is his mind calm? Or is it jittery like his heart that’s racing… you can feel it as you keep your hands on his chest.

“Should we…”

“Keep going?” Jungsu finishes your question after glancing at you. “Only if that’s what you want.”

You stop biting your lip and chuckle silently at his words. You thought what you want is pretty obvious and you find his wariness sweet.

“I want it.” You confess; slowly, so each letter sinks in his brain as you lean forward only to provoke him to kiss you deeply once more.

That’s when you feel a sudden movement beneath you - a quick twitch right between your legs that has you smiling coyly against his flushed lips.

“I don’t have any condoms in me.” He realises quietly while staying close to your mouth, swiping your bottom lip gently with his thumb. It’s like he cannot get enough of their plushness, their texture and taste.

When you lock eyes it becomes clear you’re thinking of the same thing.

“We can still go upstairs though.” The same finger that was tracing the shape of your lips now presses against your shorts, rubbing tenderly up and down exactly where you feel the irresistible heat looming from. The pleasure is barely there and yet it still makes you hold your breath. “I can make you feel nice in different ways... Unless you prefer to wait.”

He’s not saying this to tease you or to try to be flirtatious; you can see it in the genuine way he looks at you. Jungsu has never been like the rest.

Truthfully, like is a weak choice of word for what you feel about him.

You shake head right before you roll your hips against him, eager to feel more. You don’t want to wait; you can’t.

“Let’s go.”

Jungsu reaches behind you and shuts his laptop.

You can’t tell how many minutes you spend in your bed just kissing, - laying beneath him like this with legs intertwined and lips going numb against each other has turned time into something nonexistent. And his scent, familiar and so comforting, has put you in some sort of trance that you don’t want to escape from.

What has Jungsu leaving your mouth is his hand that ghosts over one of your breasts; the subtle feeling of your nipple poking through the fabric tempts him into giving it a light squeeze. Your figure starts reacting excitedly as he continues to caress it under the blouse, occasionally circling your nipple with his thumb.

Those cute responses against his hovering body make him move lower so he can scatter kisses on other places too. He wants to taste as much of you as possible.

Blissful sighs slip from your tongue as Jungsu’s puffy lips press against many different parts of your skin; his hands touch wherever his mouth can’t reach. The subtle way the tip of his tongue starts teasing the area between your bellybutton and the hem of your shorts causes your spine to bend from pleasant shockwaves.

His hands remain on your hips, but they seem to hesitate to continue when your eyes meet.

“I want to know you’re not going to regret this.”

You move one hand to his face that’s contorted with a mixture of emotions - one you’re perfectly familiar with the meaning of.

“I’m not, I promise.” You utter as your fingers finally get lost in his hair. “Can you say the same?”

“My only regret is that I didn’t do this sooner,” he admits, breathing out a soft sigh afterwards that almost turns into a flustered chuckle. “And,” he takes a pause to what seems like an attempt to gather his thoughts, “that I didn’t reach out as much as I wanted to.”

“That’s on both of us, Jungsu.”

The decorative lights effortlessly shine onto his face, warm white light that makes it look even softer as he lets himself rest in your palm.

Regret is the last thing you will feel, even if this is just a one time thing.

Soon enough, his hands proceed. You’re out of your sleeping shorts and Jungsu’s fingers are doing that same motion from earlier, but now it feels even better as they move up and down against your underwear.

Suddenly they stop to apply some pressure in one particular spot - where he noticed a dark wet patch forming.

“Mmm—“ you bite your lip, provoking his gaze to shift back to your face. “You can remove one piece of clothing too.”

He mumbles that’s fair and grins at your smile of approval as he throws his shirt away. You didn’t expect to be so effected by the view, but you are; seeing his fit chest bare makes your heart quicken and now the way his arm flexes as he moves your panties to the side to touch you without any barriers is suddenly even more noticeable than before.

“So wet,” he mutters as if he’s in awe at the sight below, “you’re gorgeous.”

The compliment warms up your cheeks as you moan desperately at the first real touch.

He slides his fingers through your folds so slow and gently that you’re amazed how a delicate touch like that can have such a strong impact everywhere on your body.

From your entrance up to your clit, Jungsu swipes the tips of his two fingers and stares at the string of arousal that sticks to them once he pulls away.

His spare hand tugs your panties more while the other returns to where you’re dripping.

“Is it okay like this?” He asks in a whisper, watching your mouth open for a silent moan; his middle finger enters you with ease and for a second your breathing stops. “Yeah, feels nice?”

You nod delighted before resting your head back on the pillow, cherishing the warmth that’s building and electrifying your core.

You can’t see it, but Jungsu’s eyes sparkle as you transition into a new blissful state with each gliding through your tight walls.

“I love it,” you breathe out excitedly, not able to ignore the sounds that come with each move of his hand; especially once he adds another finger so he can make you feel even better by thrusting deeper into you. “Fuck—“

Everything doubles now that it feels more full, more fast paced and intense. His fingers feel perfect for this - firm and just the right subtle amount of rough. They move with dominance that they aren't trying to force, but still can be felt in his touch.

“You can cum for me, sweetheart,” he says under his breath while maintaining the quick motions targeting the desired angle. “Don’t hold back, baby.”

Every time you mewl his name your quiet voice shakes as he chases your peak.

The trembling chanting makes Jungsu’s skin run hot - at the back of his neck and the sides of his face that’s a little bit scrunched from concentration, from not allowing himself to slow down. It also teases his erection with how arousing it sounds, making it twitch inside his sweatpants.

Not long after, his free hand moves to your clit to stimulate you even further by circling around, and the knot of pressure inside you snaps.

The squelching noise, so blissful to Jungsu’s ears, fades in the small room as he eases up with his arched fingers, letting only your heavy breathing to fill the silence now.

Your eyes are glossy when they find his in the warm fairylights, but you’re not exactly sure what to say. As if he knew, Jungsu drops down, prepping himself on his hands and kissess you to let you know it’s okay.

Your hands go to his still hips, but yours are far from calm, and for the first time he fails to swallow a groan.

“Y/N—“ he exhales softly into your lips, unconsciously responding by grinding between your open legs. It doesn’t help that your hands are encouraging him to thrust again and again. “Fuck, feels so good…”

“I want to touch you,” you mutter not even having a specific idea in mind - you want to touch him everywhere all at once if it’s possible. Your fingers sneak beneath the waistband of his sweats, pleading by scratching his skin. It’s all you can do with how much you love the sensation from his length rubbing against you through the fabric, making more rush of arousal course through your veins. “Jungsu, please…”

“I’m gonna make you feel amazing first chance I get.” He speaks in the crook of your neck before backing off.

Your glowing doll eyes speak for themselves.

The enthralling effects of his words that dripped with honey-like sweetness despite the dirty context only grow after you earn the view you pleaded for.

Jungsu tugs down the clothing, stained with your arousal at the crotch area, and then you see it - flushed from the friction and oozing from desire as it bounces up. The size alone has your eyes almost shutting down from all the images of you taking it inch by inch flooding your mind.

If you focus enough, you can feel the strech.

“What are you thinking about?” Jungsu’s lips turn slightly as he takes a hold of his base, lowering his tip to your folds. The way he drags it down your slick lets you know that he’s aware of exactly what’s troubling your head.

“It will feel so nice,” you whine as his warm tip presses against your leaky entrance, but not enough to enter.

Jungsu repeats the same thing to hear the squelching sound one more time. It’s begging him to push deeper, but he resists and forces his length up your folds instead, smearing the glistening essence.

“You’re gonna take me so well, sweetheart, I’m sure of it.” His gaze observes the effortless way your slippery lips have his length gliding up and down. As his fingers stay around the base his aroused tip rubs your clit with each next move which has you humming erotically. “Mm— It will fit perfectly inside you…”

You bite your lip as your mind creates vivid images, one after another, based on Jungsu’s provocative words. His sensual tone of voice and his cock moving along your slickness work effectively in harmony, forming new undeniable rush in your core.

Two light slaps by the head of his dick force your eyes open and you see Jungsu letting a string of saliva fall into his palm to make his strokes smoother.

You know he smacked your clit with his tip without meaning anything by it, simply to hear the lewd sound and feel a small thrill. However, the excitement you get from that quick act is much bigger, and after Jungsu speeds up his fist up and down, you sit up, placing fingers on your sweet spot to continue the arousal he awakened.

Your breaths blend together as you sit in front of each other… along with the little airy sounds slipping into the air that’s growing thicker from the intimate scene.

In the meantime, your eyes drop to his busy hand to study the way it moves. You want to see how he likes to be touched; what pace does he enjoy, how much is his fist tightening. Though the up and down motions are quickening, you notice his fingers still seem gentle on his erection like he’s not doubling the pressure only the rhythm.

Soaking up this sight and the way his toned stomach reacts to the sensation turns you on immensely, but then your chin gets guided up and your attention is dragged away.

Jungsu doesn’t comment on your obvious and shameless staring. The only thing he does is take in your delighted twitching features and get off on their beauty.

“Keep going,” you encourage him quietly as your free hand cautiously reaches out to cup his balls.

While maintaining the eye contact and the steady circles on your clit, you let your fingers explore gently for a moment, then you make them squeeze which breaks Jungsu’s breathing.

The bold act of yours takes him aback, but the delight that shoots through him makes the surprise last only a second.

You squeeze again simultaneously mewling from your own bubbling emotions, and earn the first clear moan from him. It sounds exhilarating, but too short. Perhaps, you could’ve gotten more out of him if his lips didn’t gravitate towards yours for an open mouthed kiss.

This makes Jungsu let go of his cock and cup your face as the moment intensifies.

You, on the other hand, use the opportunity to finally touch him properly.

Gliding your fingertips from his ballsack up to his base, Jungsu feels the lingering effects from the delicate caressing right away. Once you wrap your fingers around him and apply some pressure his lips stop moving - he cannot help, but squeeze his eyes tightly and invite a hitched breath into your mouth as a wave of euphoria passes through his veins.

Encouraged by his breathing that’s catching up and his head resting back, the nerves you were holding in your stomach completely disappear, and your hand continues twirling - more freely and with more ease and confidence.

He seems fully relaxed and succumbed to the pleasure you bring him, and you can’t stop gushing over how grateful you are to be in this position.

You catch his hands form two fists around the bedsheets as you do your best to keep up the nice rhythm that continues to have more and more effects on him.

“Can you cum for me like this?”

Jungsu opens his eyes; he can’t tell whether your innocent tone or the way you rub yourself as he kneels between your legs is what brings him dizziness.

He wets his lips before swallowing.

“Yeah, but… I want to make you feel good one more time first.” He wants to emphasise his wish by making his voice firm, but it drips from his tongue breathless, almost fading away completely at the last word.

The sudden delay in the next twirling of your wrist has his jaw slacking; especially when you stop to squeeze at the top, flicking your thumb over his slit.

The hand between your own thighs slows down as you speak too.

“It’s okay, I’m very close anyways,” you give him a coy smile as he stares at you weakly with hooded eyes. “You can just relax now and keep looking at me…” you resume the stimulation on your clit and sigh at the feeling before finishing your thought: “and cum in my hand whenever you’re ready.”

Jungsu’s stomach flips at the sound of your sudden but incredibly soft domineer; it continues to swirl from pleasure as you bring back the familiar pace around his girth. His gaze is fixated upon your hands - one dancing up and down his slick member, the other toying with your sensitive clit, slowly so the one around his cock can go faster, but the mellow touching only captivates him more.

“Fuck, Y/N—“ Jungsu chokes just when the arousal that’s burning low in your tummy rises like a wild fire. “You’re doing perfect.”

You whine right after him as the knot pulses harder with each rub, making it a challenge for you to keep stroking him smoothly as you used to.

Your technique is turning sloppy and unsteady; most likely causing the rush in his body to slow down just when it leaps up.

“Fuck,” Jungsu cusses again, this time in a thinner pitch, an alluring breathy sound that indicates he’s getting closer just like you. “Like that, yeah—” As his head drops low in sudden silence, his one hand goes over your weakened fist. In order to guide it in the speed that’s going to push him over the edge he needs to put in some strength so he squeezes around your fingers.

Both of you are now speechless, looking narrowly at the view of your laps and enhancing the mutual pleasure. The growing excitement turns into ragged short breaths that crawl out of your throats as you do everything you can in order to keep your composure.

“Doing so good for me…” Jungsu’s hand is sweating on top of yours, gripping and forcing the lewd motions of your fist top to bottom until it reaches the end of the rush and slows down steadily.

Your own sensational high hits you like a wave as you watch his thick arousal seep out of him. The first rope shoots onto his tense stomach while the rest trickles down your fingers that still hold onto his member. It twiches once or twice in your palm before he removes his stained hand away and you do the same.

“Thank you,” Jungsu’s eyes flicker at you as the corners of his mouth twitch. He’s bemused by what just happened and you are too; you can only chuckle along. “You’re a good girl.”

The knuckles of his clean hand run down your cheek, but you feel your skin getting tingly everywhere.

──── ❆ ────

The next morning, 26th of December is the day Jungsu and his parents are leaving because they’re visiting close relatives before his winter break ends. You’re both drinking tea and scrolling through social media, chatting about mutual friends and who’s up to what.

There’s definitely something different in the way you speak to each other; it would be weird if there’s not. You’re not sure what to think of it still, because you haven’t had the chance to talk about it yet, but you try not to let yourself fall into heavy overthinking mode and ruin your last hours together.

Hesitating if you should open a loose discussion about last night now that you’ve been sitting in silence for two minutes, you look up from your phone just to see your mother walking in.

You catch a glimpse of the pie recipe she always makes this time of the year in her hand, but there’s slight worry on her face. Turns out, she forgot to buy two of the ingredients she needs and now she’s stressed out about it.

You always have this pie before Jungsu and his parents leave.

“I’ll go get them.” Jungsu offers already standing on his feet.

“Are you sure? It’s snowing outside.” Your mom says, glancing through the window. “I can just make something else.”

“That’s not an issue, I got my drivers license this summer.” He takes his parent’s keys, and looks over at you with a discreet grin. “Wanna join me?”

Jungsu insists on holding the bag with the ingredients you bought for your mother’s recipe despite being the one not wearing gloves. You forgot to put on yours before you leave the house and he asked you to take his pair or apparently you weren’t leaving the car.

Now, thanks to him your hands are warm, and you enjoy the light snowfall even more as you walk side by side.

“Hey, uhm” Jungsu speaks up, trying to keep his tone casual, “I was wondering something this morning.”

You turn to him as neither of you hurries to reach the parking lot just yet.

He shoots you a quick glance then goes back to staring at the deserted street in front of you.

“I’m going to be celebrating New Year’s with my roommate and some other friends from college. It’s gonna be fun, and I was wondering if you don’t have plans already of course…” He can feel your gaze on his cold face, but he can’t make himself respond to it. Not when he hasn’t gotten a reply to his offer. When was the last time he was feeling nervous because of you? Was there ever a time like that till now? “I can come pick you up and we can celebrate together. My roommate won’t mind it if I steal his car for a few hours.”

“What’s his name?” You look down at the white pavement with a smile unable to leave your face.

“Who’s— Oh!” Jungsu finally takes a peek in your direction, a bit flustered. “Seungmin. He’s a really nice guy, just a year younger than me.”

“Are you sure he’s really not going to mind it if you take his car twice? My classes start on the same day as yours and I’ll need a ride home.”

“Positive.” You both quit walking to look at each other. “I already asked.”

“Last night you mentioned there’s a girl you find cute.” Your head leans to the side as you inspect the boy’s expressions. His eyes look down at his feet once he registers your words; there’s definitely amusement inside them though. “Is she going to be there?”

“I don’t know,” Jungsu’s grin widens at the fact you remember this. The next moment, he glances back up at you. “I’m waiting for her to give me an answer right now.”

Few seconds pass as you try to collect yourself. He meant you.

“So are you going to be there?” He gives you an eyebrow raise. “With me?”

You’re aware your glowing smile is already enough of an answer, but you still nod at him and say:

“Yes, I’ll be there with you.”

You were too immersed into your conversation to notice earlier that Jungsu has been driving in a totally different direction.

“Wait, where are we?” You ask as the car stops in front of a nice house covered in snow just like the rest on the street.

You’ve never seen it before.

“I thought we could use some privacy.” He turns to you, not yet sure how you’d react to his idea. When he catches your lips turning into a coy, but definitely approving expression, he feels a wave of relief. “Just for like an hour though or it will get suspicious.”

Jungsu gives you a quick tour around their new family home and after you’re inside his bedroom things escalate surprisingly quickly; or not so surprisingly considering what went down last night between you.

The high still lingers in both of your bodies as you crash on his bed.

He pins your hands above your head and your cold noses touch as your kiss deepens before you even have time to really comprehend this is really about to happen.

You are going to have sex with him.

You’re a moment away from feeling him in the most personal, intimate way possible as you watch him rip off the package of the condom with his teeth.

“When did you get these?” You wonder, because you didn’t see him grabbing condoms from anywhere while you were out shopping.

“I have my ways,” he grins, lowering his gaze at his crotch while standing on his feet next to the bed.

You’re sat naked at the centre and follow his hands - how one of them makes few strokes around his erection before the other wraps it up with protection. Then, a moment later how they spread your legs as if he’s scared not to break you.

He pulls you down slightly and adjusts himself between your thighs, breathing against your heat.

The butterflies in your tummy go wild with anticipation and excitement at the attractive view.

His presence there alone doubles the warmth into your core before his lips have even gotten in contact with your pussy. Once they do, your hips cannot resist the urge to move in the rhythm of his lapping tongue; wanting to match its sensual motions and earn more from the heady sensation it brings you.

Your fingers go into Jungsu’s hair the moment the arousal enhances to the point it makes your hands search for something to clench at. As your moans elevate as well, your hips keep moving against his gentle devouring mouth until his hands press you down so he can invite himself further into you with no interruptions.

“Oh, fuck!” You moan towards the ceiling, thrilled by the way he twirls the tip of his tongue around your clit before sucking on it some more. “Jungsu, it feels amazing…”

Once he detaches, he pushes his index finger through your entrance, then his middle one and tenderly glides them back and forth to really make sure you’re aroused enough.

“You taste so sweet,” he comments, staring down at your intimate lips, lustrous from his mouth and the essence his fingertips bring out of you only to spread it up to your clit.

He gives you one last open mouthed kiss which makes you whimper desperately.

“Tell me if it hurts, okay?” He looks you in the eyes after he hovers over you; holding himself up on one hand so the other can push the first inch of his member through your walls.

You let out a shaky sound and your nails sink into his shoulders. You breathe in, trying to relax as you haven’t been intimate with anyone in a while. It feels a bit painful because of that and his big size struggling to enter, but at the same time it also feels soul-stirring - because it’s him you are giving yourself to.

“You’ll need to loosen up some more for me, baby.” He whispers softly in your lips and you can almost taste the tension. “Can you do that for me?” The head of his cock retrieves before bumping into your small entrance again.

You nod while grasping onto his frame, and as you exhale with eyes closed shut, a gradual warm pain shoots through you as Jungsu forces a bit more of his length.

“I can stop anytime,” he reminds you while placing fingers onto your clit to comfort you with slow circles. The small portion of his cock your gummy walls are gripping on barely moves any further as he wants to give you time to adjust.

“No,” you utter without opening your eyes, “don’t, please.” Your focus is all on the big stinging stretch and you sound distracted and woozy.

Your walls, though hesitantly, start to accept some of his thickness as he cautiously rocks back and forth. At the same time, little by little you get familiar with how staggering it is to be so full.

“You already feel so good.” Jungsu’s low voice tickles your neck as he’s fully immersed in the exact same sensation as you. The tightness stimulates him more and more during the small pushes back and forth; they make you whimper every time and the sounds have such strong impact on his arousal that he starts to worry not to insert himself all the way by accident and hurt you.

All of a sudden, he pulls out causing you to gasp softly at the sudden emptiness.

Your glossy gaze focuses on him questionably until you realise he’s spreading your legs wider to lick you up again.

Keeping them open and still, he forces his tongue into your entrance and humms quietly every time it throbs, provoked by his movements. The pleasure he gains from your addictive taste has him squeezing your thighs and working his mouth in a way that makes the buzzing delight speedily prevail over the former ache.

“Jungsu, I’m…” you breathe out overwhelmed by the thorough gliding against your folds. “I’m close—“

He went back to eating you out with the intention to ease out the uncomfortable soreness he caused you, but here you are… a short moment before an intense climax washes over you as he presses against your legs so they don’t close around his head.

Your convulsing under his tongue has his arms holding onto you tightly, and as you calm down from the high, Jungsu’s lips suck your stimulated clit once or twice causing you to twitch even more.

“Good girl.” A gentle whisper caresses the skin of your inner thigh before he moves on his knees. “Now you’ll take me easier, right baby?”

This time instead of doing small bumps at your entrance Jungsu slides half of his length through a single slow push that has you hissing at the warmth it incites - a mix between pleasures with just a hint of the stinging ache from earlier.

You’ve never felt anything like it before.

Analysing your beautifully twitching face Jungsu decides to pick up a quicker pace at once. His heart rate along with his adrenaline rush increases by the new sound of your clear moans of rapture - all of them a reaction to the way he fills you up.

“Better, baby?” His eyes alternate between your open mouth and the appealing view where your bodies connect; where you’re hypnotising him by looking so stuffed and small and keeping him in trance with how you squelch for him. “So pretty…”

“Yeah,” you answer as your lips tremble from the rising pleasure, “so much better, k-keep going.”

“I knew you’d take me well,” Jungsu says as his own voice starts to drop softly. His hooded eyes blink weakly till they shut entirely as he inserts himself fully into you. His sticky fingers leave his base and sink into your thigh the moment you let out a high pitched whine at the way his tip hits your deepest spot. “Shit— you feel so good around me, baby.”

As you feel mazed and disoriented by the rush, your hand goes over your mouth after another mewl escapes your throat. It sounds too loud, but your self-control slips away the more Jungsu speeds up.

“You don’t need to keep quiet here, sweetheart.” The sudden action makes the boy chuckle as he holds your thighs loosely over his arms. The sheer look of desperation that’s contorting your face tempts him to drop closer. As he does so, he notices your fingers hesitate to uncover your lips completely. “Don’t, baby,” he grunts and even the intense rush can’t stop his voice from sounding sensual and comforting. “I want to hear the pretty sounds you make for me.”

His body weight now presses comfortably against you and you’re almost sure the heat it radiates while his hips slow down for a moment, makes your arousal grow, throb and trickle down on the bedsheets.

“So,” you breathe out in bliss as your fingers move away with trembling motions, “s-so deep…” Your mouth remains open as your head lolls back. You’re amazed by how it’s possible for him to stimulate such deep points inside you; once that have been unfamiliar to you until now.

“Yeah?” Jungsu’s lips move at your ear, producing intense breaths like a tune. “And you’re so tight, pretty girl… you feel perfect for me.”

A lazy kiss on the side of your jawline makes you flutter inside as your hands glide around his broad shoulders. The muscles tense under your touch as eventually Jungsu strengthens the pace again.

Your vision gradually starts to blur, but you still notice the sweat pooling on his forehead; how his teeth keep his lip tucked harshly as the thrusting of his hips turns into a steady slamming that fills the bedroom with lewd noises.

“Jungsu, I—“ your nails dig into his warm skin; surely promising marks, but you can’t stop them from dragging against his back as he hits exactly where it feels best. “Right there, yea—“

“There?” Jungsu’s eyes open, and they open at the perfect timing - to see how yours roll back from pleasure. A sight that immediately provokes him to keep doing what he’s doing, but better.

“Fuck! Yes—“ Your moans keep slipping in the rhythm of his strong thrusts strictly fixated upon the desired angle. “Harder, ple—“

Your pleading is suddenly cut off by your mind shutting down and your throat choking on your own breath.

It wasn’t necessary for you to beg, because Jungsu already knew more was what you needed. Each sound of yours was signaling to him that you’re getting closer, that you need just a little bit more for the rush to come and bring you sweet relief. Even your desperate grasping at his shoulders was already speaking enough to him.

“You’re even prettier when you cum around me, princess.” He murmurs out of breath with lips gently pecking your warm forehead. They cannot wait for your panting to slow down though and they move to kiss you insistently until you inevitably back away to breathe.

It happens with a small delay, because it takes you some time to compose yourself from the passionate kiss, but the corner of your mouth slides up shyly as a reaction to his words; to the nickname attached at the end.

After spending a moment inside your welcoming warmth Jungsu eventually pulls out with a sigh and your hands let go of him.

Once he removes the condom and starts jerking off your attention fixates upon the most compelling facial expression you’ve seen. His flushed face is painted by relish, but also by desperation especially when the climax gains complete control over him and his head drops low shifting your focus.

Warm and thick, his arousal lands all over your bare tummy, making you gasp quietly.

When he returns with a towel to clean you up before laying down beside you, you come to realise that it almost feels like summer from the snuggly atmosphere around the two of you; it’s perfectly formed by the mutual aftermath that you experience at the same time as you gaze into each other’s eyes, and nicely balanced by the soft glow of sunlight that’s attempting fo filter through the curtains.

And all of this as Jungsu’s fingertips draw soft patterns on your back.

Till this current moment your entire skin was on fire. Now, the feeling of those strong flames has faded, leaving a single lingering warmth that’s not completely new to you simply because it’s been slowly growing throughout the years of your friendship… warmth that feels reasuring.

It feels like love.

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