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Jisung is not a virgin.
He knows anyone who has to come out and say this is immediately pinned as a goddamn loser in bed, but he really needs people to understand that he’s not bad at sex, and he’s also not a virgin. His sex drive and knowledge is as robust and thriving as is expected for a twenty-two-year-old in college.
That is until he meets Donghyuck, their university’s walking, talking wet dream, and whose entire existence tests the limits of Jisung’s understanding of how good, and how often, sex can actually be.
Being the focus of Donghyuck’s attention is like engaging in constant foreplay if the foreplay is also insane, obsessive, and anxiety-inducing.
Take this morning in Jeno and Donghyuck’s apartment; Jisung trying his best to focus on his laptop screen, his feet tapping out a nervous beat; Jeno sitting across the kitchen table from him, working on his own project; and Donghyuck lying on the couch in the living room behind Jeno’s back, bending her knees and planting her feet flat on the cushions to spread her legs so that her cotton shorts fall to the vee of her thighs, letting a small strip of white lace panties show through the wide holes.
Her hair is a mess of dark tangled curls falling over the armrest from where she rests her head. It’s exactly the way he’d last seen it when he snuck out at dawn earlier just to come back a few hours later as Jeno’s friend, pretending not to be the guy actively having religious experiences with his soccer club captain’s sister.
She smirks every time Jisung darts quick looks in her direction, and the last time he does, Donghyuck shifts further up the couch, letting the collar of her oversized t-shirt reveal the top of her collarbones, where dark bruises in the shape of Jisung’s mouth decorate them.
Still holding his gaze, she presses into one of them with her fingers, and her mouth opens in a silent moan, her eyes falling half-lidded – exaggerated, pornographic, and exactly how she looks when Jisung slides his cock into her.
Jisung chokes and jerks his knees up in reflex, jostling everything on the table with a loud bang.
“Ya,” Jeno’s hands shoot up to steady their glasses before they topple and fry both their laptops. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Sorry, sorry,” Jisung croaks out. “I, uh, thought I saw a bug.”
He stares down at his keyboard, away from Jeno’s disbelieving gaze and the red-hot stare from the living room, and vows not to look up again. From the living room, Donghyuck’s quiet laugh chimes out like little bells.
Later, she stands and disappears into her room. Jisung breathes out in silent relief, before freezing back up when she comes back after a few minutes to approach them. She stands between him and Jeno to slide a stapled set of papers onto the table.
“Jisung,” she says casually, and he almost jumps. “Here’s the assignment you were asking me about the last time. You’re taking Analytics this sem, right?”
“Oh, uhm, right, yeah. Thanks,” Jisung tries to meet her gaze but barely manages to look at the freckles dotting her cheeks.
“Why is it wet?” Jeno asks, pointing at the droplets splattered across the corner Donghyuck had been holding. “Did you wash your hands or something?”
“Mhm, yeah,” Donghyuck agrees, but she doesn’t look away from Jisung, staring at him hard enough for him to get the hint that it’s not fucking water.
She walks back to her bedroom, but turns at the doorway, one hand on the door jamb as she looks at Jisung again, Jeno already looking back down at his books. As the door swings shut, she slides two wet fingers into her mouth, her tongue poking out to lave around and between them right before she disappears from view.
It takes about two hours for Jisung to type a single word into his laptop.
.
.
was that
uhm
not my fault you were still dripping out of me:(
ohmygod
fuck
<3
come back tonight?
but jeno
i’ll sneak you in when he’s in the shower
it's too risky
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ojay
okya
okay.
.
.
Again, Jisung has had sex with other people before.
But nothing comes close to the way it is with Donghyuck: consuming, greedy, and soul-suckingly good .
Donghyuck likes everything, and she likes making Jisung try them too. After soccer practice, she wants to kiss Jisung at the back of the locker rooms when everyone’s gone, one slender manicured hand groping the front of his fresh sweats until he gives in and hoists her up against the wall and hooks the panties under her favoured Lululemon tennis skirts to the side to press into her, where it’s hot and wet and soft.
She likes to watch Jisung play video games in his single dorm room with his cock inside her for hours on end, not moving until he begs or cries or gets past a particularly difficult level.
She likes shoving him onto her bed once they’re in her room, the door locked, before stripping and climbing over him so that he can eat her out until she’s dripping and shaky and moaning into the hand she uses to cover her own mouth. Then she’ll slide down and swallow Jisung’s cock down to the root until he comes with a choked gasp, the cum bubbling out of the corners of her lips, pink gloss long-smeared off.
And during all of this, she likes to breathe into his mouth as they kiss, telling Jisung things that make his heart beat out of his chest, “What if you come in me this time and it takes? I could have your babies. I’d be so good for you.”
Realistically, Donghyuck has an IUD and, according to her doctor, a low fertility rate. But it still makes something low in Jisung’s stomach curl when he thinks about it; when he comes in her deep and wonders, just for a second, what Donghyuck would look like, sweet and pretty and pregnant.
The one thing he knows for sure is that if it really happens, he’d be completely whipped- even more than he is now. He’d be defenseless against her every whim. If Donghyuck asked him to pick her up and carry her around, her feet would never touch the ground again.
So in hindsight, it’s good that it doesn’t happen (yet) because he’s already weak enough to be caught in a situation like this:
“They’re gonna come looking for us,” Jisung hisses, one hand on the edge of the sink behind him, uselessly widening the space between them. “Your brother – I’m going to die.”
Donghyuck rolls her eyes, her pale pink lip gloss reflecting the light of the university library restroom as she pouts. She uncrosses her arms, and her cropped sweater shifts as her breasts hang lower without the support. She isn’t wearing a bra. God fucking almighty. Jisung takes in an embarrassingly loud breath.
Donghyuck pulls her phone out of her pocket, opening the notes app, and types into a blank note with one thumb. Her nails are a uniform shimmery burgundy, and sharp at the ends. It’s called an almond shape, she had told him the day before, when he asked. Chrome finish. Maybe I’ll paint your nails for you too next time.
She turns her phone screen around and pushes it into Jisung’s face. Jeno won’t hurt you.
“He doesn’t have to hurt me. If he sees us, my head will explode and I’ll be dead anyway,” Jisung says, searching desperately for an excuse. “And you’re – aren’t you supposed to be on voice rest?”
Donghyuck shoots him another withering look, before moving her phone to type again, her nail making little tapping sounds as her thumb flies across the screen. You just can’t put it in my mouth.
Jisung chokes.
Donghyuck grabs his hand, the one fisted at his side, and pulls it towards her, under her white tennis skirt and against a filmy material, wet and warm. Jisung’s fingers loosen on instinct, spreading across the dampness on her panties. Pale pink cotton, he knows firsthand from this morning. Donghyuck shivers.
Tap tap tap. You can put it here.
“Hah?”
Donghyuck huffs. She looks up to glare at Jisung and punches him lightly in the arm. “Quit fucking around,” she bites out in a whisper.
“Shhh,” Jisung hushes worriedly. "You're not supposed to talk."
Donghyuck shoves him aside to move closer to the sink. She hops up onto the edge and settles down, her hands smoothing down the edges of her skirt to barely cover the top of her thighs, before picking her phone up again.
Who’s that new guy sitting between you and Jeno just now?
“What?” Jisung replies, bewildered. “You mean Mark? He’s joining the team.”
Donghyuck grins evilly. He’s very cute.
Jisung narrows his eyes.
If you won’t fuck me, maybe he will. Should I go ask?
They look at each other for a long moment.
Jisung turns his head to check that the lock of the handicapped restroom they’re in is secured, then gives himself half a minute to weigh the odds of the soccer team, sitting ten feet away, noticing his absence halfway through their group study session and coming to find him, thereby resulting in his demise by Jeno’s hands, despite what Donghyuck says.
He turns back to Donghyuck to see her still wearing that smug little smile, her open-toed kitten heels swinging back and forth, and promptly decides that it’s a risk worth taking.
He moves quickly, hands coming up to Donghyuck’s knees and wrenching them open, digging hard into the silky golden skin of her thighs. Donghyuck gives a breathy, triumphant little laugh, and gives in easily, sliding her legs around his waist instead so that he can pull her closer to the edge of the sink and have enough room to loosen his sweatpants enough to pull his cock out.
When he shoves into her, swift and hard, Donghyuck’s hands fly up to hold onto his shoulders, her mouth falling open on cue.
“You,” Jisung says into her ear, pitching his voice low in the way that he knows makes her wetter, “are such a tease.”
Donghyuck doesn’t answer, can’t, but she does press her lips gently against his neck– a light-hearted, indirect apology– before sinking her teeth into it, her tongue sliding hot against his skin.
Jisung shifts his arms to hook them under Donghyuck’s knees so that she can’t move away on her own, her fingers pressing hard into his shoulders to keep herself upright. When he pulls out and slams back into her, she shakes against him, as though keeping her usual sounds in mean they’re reverbating through her body instead.
He doesn’t have the time to care, though.
“If it hurts, pinch me,” he murmurs, and waits for Donghyuck to nod under his jaw, before picking up the pace to something bruising.
Donghyuck keeps making little shuddering breaths, but she’s careful not to make any real sounds. Jisung presses closer to her, lowering his head to breathe in her lavender shampoo at the top of her curls as he thrusts, feeling thin slick leaking down his cock every time he drags out.
“You’re so wet for me,” Jisung tells her, and feels Donghyuck clench down around him. “And you wanted someone else to fuck you?”
Donghyuck mouths messily against his throat. Jisung grinds his hips meanly.
“I don’t think so,” he muses, “not when you’re only ever this wet for me. Not when you keep telling me you want my babies. Not anyone else’s.”
Donghyuck claws her nails down his biceps and lets out a little moan.
“Shhh,” Jisung soothes, tightening his hold on her. “Hush, baby. I know you like it, but you have to be quiet.”
Donghyuck rolls her head back and upwards, looking at him. Jisung traces the rose blush of her round cheeks, her slightly parted spit-slicked lips, the well-fucked glaze in her eyes, and leans down to press his forehead against hers.
“Pretty,” he whispers, and feels her heartbeat skitter against his chest. “My baby girl.”
The please that Donghyuck breathes inches from his lips is barely tangible, but it’s enough for Jisung to straighten up again, squeezing Donghyuck’s thighs closer to him as he fucks into her, until he feels the familiar rising from the pit of his stomach, the world tilting out of focus before he’s jerking forward, coming long and drawn-out into Donghyuck, who shudders.
They take one minute to soak in the moment, before Jisung pulls back to tuck himself back into his pants with a wince, then tucking Donghyuck’s hair behind her ears and straightening her clothes. She wobbles as he helps her down the sink.
“Was that fun for you?” He tries to add in a tone of reproach, but it’s probably overwrought by the fondness he can’t help feeling, watching her blink back to reality.
Donghyuck looks around slowly, before reaching for her phone on the other end of the sink and reopening the notes app.
I didn’t mean to get you into trouble , she frowns as she types. Sorry if the soccer boys give you hell when you go back
“I’m not going back,” Jisung tells her. “Give me five minutes to grab my things and I’ll meet you at the entrance.”
Donghyuck furrows her eyebrows at him. Jisung reaches over to wipe the smudged gloss from under her lips with his thumb.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he promises. “Better take advantage of the only time you have to be quiet. You’re so cute like this.”
Donghyuck sulks even as he unlocks the door and gently pushes her out first. He watches amusedly through the gap as she turns to glare at him one last time before stalking down the shelves and turning the corner to the entrance, where she’ll be waiting for him huffily until he can make it up to her.
He’s supposed to wait another five minutes in the restroom before leaving to defuse suspicion, so he lets go of the door, content to let it swing shut on its own. But the door flies open again just as he reaches to turn the lock.
Standing before him is the one person he's been hoping not to see.
“What,” Jeno starts, his eyes deadly, “was that.”