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Han Jisung is very good at pretending he knows what he is doing. When, infact, most of the time he has absolutely no idea what the fuck it is he is doing. Which is why he has absolutely no clue how he ended up with Lee Minhee, of all people, in his bedroom. Sitting on his twin size bed taking her clothes off. Okay. That's not entirely true. She's taking her sweater off. Revealing an off-white spaghetti strap tank top and…and boobs. Yep. Those are boobs. Spilling past the neckline of her tank. Big, round, probably so soft and- yeah. Boobs. They are boobs. 

Han Jisung is very good at pretending he knows what he is doing. Han Jisung has never seen a naked woman before. Okay. Again, not entirely true. He has seen women in porn. Kinda. Normally, they’re animated or rather unrealistic, which he might be an idiot, but he’s not dumb, thank you very much. Real human woman boobs are a much different story, okay? 

Which is also not entirely relevant to the current situation. Considering Minhee is still clothed. Mostly. Obviously. But her breasts are barely being held back by that little string of fabric, which Jisung currently feels mimics the threads of his sanity. His poor little loser brain unable to focus on anything else. 

But come on, they're right there. I mean it’s like she wants him to notice them! Is she doing this on purpose or something? Wait. No. Oh god. Han Jisung is a fucking pervert. Minhee can’t help that she has boobs! It’s not her fault she’s a woman! A woman with very large boobs, of which are making Jisung’s tiny rat brain turn to mush. Not the point! They are attached to her body! She can’t do anything about it! She’s probably just hot- well, yes. Again, not the point, Han Jisung! 

He does keep his dorm room rather warm. She’s probably just getting comfortable, that's all! He shouldn’t be being such a fucking creep about it. And- oh god how long has he been staring? 

He hears Minhee clear her throat from where she’s sat on the bed. A few feet from where Jisung has been awkwardly standing in the middle of his own dorm room. Ever so casually he looks up, yes from her breasts, to meet her eyes. He stumbles over his words, pushing his glasses further up his face as he tries to salvage what little dignity he still has left. “S-so your lab! Y-you said you n-needed help?” he gulps, eyes migrating to look anywhere but Minhee. 

Because that is why she is here. She is not here so that Jisung’s loser virgin self can ogle her tits. She is here because she asked Jisung for help with her lab. Which, obviously, he enthusiastically agreed to do. Not realizing that would result in Lee fucking Minhee sitting on his bed staring up at him while he stutters like a fool. 

Suddenly, Minhee’s giggling. It sounds like fairy dust floating through the wind. Jisung’s starting to feel lightheaded. Her lips upturn into a smirk. A smirk that kinda makes him feel like he’s two seconds away from getting shoved in a locker. Or dunked in a toilet perhaps. “You’re such a dork. You know that?” she says it so sweetly. Candy floss intertwined in every syllable. And- did his dick seriously just twitch? 

He’s getting whiplash. His face starts to heat up, ears turning bright red. “‘M not,” he stutters, hand coming up to claw at his throat. Trying to calm the tightness that always seeps its way in there whenever he starts to get uncertain. Anxious. 

Minhee's smirk morphs into a smile. It’s sweet. Inviting. “Sit down Jisungie,” She says, patting the empty space beside her. Jisung’s stomach flips at the nickname. At how easy it rolls off her tongue. “Why are you still standing all the way over there?” she questions. 

“O-oh right. Um, yeah I-“ he gulps “I should probably sit. Yeah,” he says, first making his way toward the desk next to his bed, aiming to grab the science textbooks sat atop it. Before he can get far, Minhee’s leg kicks out, stopping him in his tracks. It works rather easily. Though, maybe not in the way Minhee intended. Jisung’s eyes lock on to the smooth expanse of Minhee’s flesh before him. All the way from her ankles peaking out of her socks to the creamy thighs beneath the hem of her skirt. Did he mention she’s wearing a skirt? Because she’s wearing a skirt. His eyes trail up the length of her until, finally, he tears them away to look her in the eyes again. 

Her smirk returns and Jisung's flight or fight is threatening to activate again. “We don’t need those,” She says, patting the bed beside her once again. Urging Jisung to hurry up and sit down. And, because apparently he will do anything so long as it’s Lee Minhee telling him to do it, he sits. 

As he sits, the smell of Minhee’s perfume invades his senses. He closes his eyes, breathing her in. She smells like flowers and candied fruit. Like a perfectly ripe orange dangling from its blossom waiting for you to pick it. When he opens his eyes, Minhee is turned toward him, and suddenly he is very aware of the lack of distance between them.  

She reaches her hand across, placing it to lie on his knee. As she does so, her arms pinch her chest together. Pushing her breast out further, making them appear even fuller. The touch finally registers to Jisung’s brain and his body stills. Not sure what the hell he’s meant to do with himself in this position. 

So, he does the only thing he knows how. Ramble like an idiot. “If y-you don't want to use the textbooks, that's fine! We can find most of the resources online. Here let me grab my lapt-“ he’s cut off when he feels the pressure of Minhee’s fingers squeezing just above his knee. 

“Jisung,” she purrs, and a pathetic strangled sound gets caught in his throat. “You didn’t really think I was coming over for help with my lab, did you?” she asks. 

Jisung’s mouth drops open. Then closes. Then opens again. His eyes going wide, a dumb expression plastered on his face. Did he? I mean, yes? Was there something else he was supposed to think? What other reason could Lee Minhee have to want to- his train of thought is cut short when suddenly he feels her hand start to climb further up his thigh. And oh. Oh. No? Wait. Really? 

Jisung gulps, finally allowing his mouth to shut. “Um,” he says dumbly. “Either I’m like really fucking stupid or you’re coming onto me. And I really can’t tell which right now.” he says. 

Minhee giggles again and it fills Jisung’s stomach with warmth. “God, you really are just too cute,” she coos, bringing her free hand up to squeeze the fat of one of Jisung’s cheeks. “Both. Definitely both,” she smiles. 

“Oh,” Jisung responds, ever so intelligently. “Okay,” he adds. For good measure. Or something. He’s kinda at a loss for words right now. 

“Okay?” Minhee parrots raising a brow questioningly at him. Her palm still rests against his cheek, lightly thumbing over the smooth skin. 

“Um,” he says. Again, dumb. “I’m really really out of my depth here,” he replies. His heart feels like it’s about to rabbit out of his chest. Stomach twisted up in nervous knots. He has no idea what he’s doing. 

“What?” Minhee laughs “Never had a pretty girl in your bed before, Sungie?” Her thumb still traces his cheek as the question leaves her lips. 

Jisung feels frozen. Brain a jumble of nothing but Minhee’s touch. Her proximity. Her voice. Her airy giggle in his ear. Nothing but Minhee Minhee Minhee. His head starts to slowly nod in an almost automated response. Like he’s too afraid to speak. To admit the truth aloud. 

“Oh,” It’s Minhee’s turn to say. Her hand drops from his face, falling to twist around the hem of her skirt. Jisung fights the urge to whine at the loss. “Wait, really?” she asks. Her eyebrows furrow together. A look of- confusion? Or is it pity? Etches itself across her face. 

Jisung’s cheeks go flush. Instant mortification flooding his body. He can’t believe he has the hottest, most beautiful, girl in the entire world- no universe, in his bed and he’s about to admit he’s a fucking virgin.

So, instead, he kisses her. Because Han Jisung is very good at pretending he knows what he is doing.

Their lips collide and Jisung’s entire world flips on its axis. He’s never felt anything like it. Minhee’s lips feel so incredibly soft against his own. Like a cotton candy cloud. They taste so sweet. Like sugar spun straight from heaven. After a moment, he feels hers start to move, making him realize he’s been doing nothing other than pressing his lips to hers. He tries to match her movements the best he can. Hastily, moving his lips in time with hers. 

Minhee giggles, and Jisung can feel as she smiles against his lips. His stomach warms, nerves somewhere between fully dissipating and going completely haywire. His brain can’t seem to decide. Minhee removes her hand from his knee, making Jisung want to whine at the loss of touch. But, before he can, the touch is returned. Minhee is wrapping her fingers around both his wrists, pulling them towards her body. 

Jisung hadn’t even realized he’d been sitting so stiff, arms unmoving by his sides, until Minhee moved them for him. She places his hands on her body. One just above her hip, where he can feel the plush give of her frame. She feels so soft, so full there. An involuntary whine slips past his lips as he unconsciously squeezes the flesh. She places the other above her knee, returning her hand to Jisung's own once she does. His fingers tickle the underside of her skirt, afraid to move them any further. She brings her other hand to rest right at the crook of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. 

Seemingly happy with her placement, Minhee's lips move more hurriedly against his own now. His glasses knock against her nose as he tries his best to keep up. But his already rocky rhythm falters when he feels a warm wet tongue lick across his lips. Minhee’s thumb presses into the juncture just below his jaw, coaxing him to open. As if on instinct, Jisung does. 

Minhee licks into his mouth and Jisung’s brain malfunctions. All his senses completely overrun by the hot wet glide of her tongue against his own. He feels dumb- he is dumb. He feels drunk. Drunk off the taste of Minhee’s sweet slippery saliva swapping from her mouth to his. He wants to swallow it down. Wants to bottle it and save it for later. 

He laps his tongue eagerly, running it along every groove from the roof of her mouth to between the crooks of her teeth. He’s afraid he did something wrong when Minhee pulls back to laugh again. An unconscious pout forming on his face as she does. She shakes her head as she quickly reassures him. “No, no. You’re doing so good Jisungie,” she coos. “That just tickles,” she smiles at him. 

“Oh,” he says. “Sorry.” He looks towards the floor shyly, feeling a mix of gratification at hearing he’s good and embarrassment at messing up something as simple as kissing. “I-I won’t do that again,” he says 

“Jisung, it’s fine really. You’re just eager, it’s cute,” Minhee says with a wink. Or well, she tries to wink. It’s more of a blink with the intended purpose of a wink. Jisung’s heart does a little skip. He gets the point and finds himself rather endeared. Maybe he’s not the only one who isn’t perfect at everything. “Here, come on. Let’s get more comfortable, yeah?” Minhee questions. Removing herself from Jisung’s vicinity and further up the frame of the bed.

Jisung watches as she scoots herself back. Watches the heavy bounce of her tits with every shuffle. Until, she reaches the head of the bed where she reclines herself back. She keeps her legs bent. Spreading them open, making just enough room to seem inviting. Her skirt falls, landing just over her center before Jisung can catch a glimpse between her thighs. 

She motions for him to follow. And, as previously established, apparently Han Jisung listens rather well to Lee Minhee. So, follow he does. He crawls up the bed until he’s stationed himself just before the opening of her thighs, scared to go any further. She looks up at him, that frightening, yet somehow arousing smirk taking over her face again. “Closer,” she orders, and again, Jisung listens. 

He moves further inward until the meat of Minhee’s thighs cages his hips. She snaps them tightly shut around him, startling an undignified squeak from his lips. “Oh god,” he can’t help but to say aloud as he looks down to see their crotches are now only mere centimeters apart. Minhee’s hands suddenly block his view as they come into frame. She reaches for the hem of his shirt, starting to lift. 

Jisung is nothing if not a quick learner. He gets the message, taking the hem from her hold. Tugging until he gets it off and thrown haphazardly to the floor. Minhee’s eyes trail over his naked torso, taking him in. Typically, he would start to feel self conscious. However, he is rather well aware his days at the gym with Chan and Changbin have been paying off. If he does say so himself. 

The response from Minhee is more than enough to confirm his theory. As well as permanently boost his ego into the stratosphere. A shallow breath escaping her lips as her hands reach forward. She curls around his bicep, squeezing around the bulge of firm, yet giving muscle appreciatively. Her other trails the bumps and ridges of his abdomen, ghosting over the hairs there. A chill shooting through his spine when she sinks her nails into the solid flesh. She brings her fingers to trace along the black ink that covers a portion of Jisung's side, his chest too. “You have tattoos,” she says. 

Jisung’s not sure if she meant it more as a statement or as a question. Regardless he answers. “Y-yeah I got them freshman year. Um,” he mumbles “I thought they would make me seem tough,” he shrugs “Or something. I don’t know,” he forces a laugh. It comes out choked, getting caught in his throat. 

“Very tough,” Minhee hums, digging her nails into the flesh of Jisung's abs again. His cock twitches behind the confines of his sweats as she does so. He’s been achingly hard from the moment their lips first touched. Truthfully, from the moment she first walked through the door. Wearing her pretty pink sweater with a sanrio character on the front. The one that looks like a cute little mischievous bunny wearing a jester's hat. Her black skirt peaking out from beneath the hem. Her pink socks tucked into mary jane’s that combine both shades to match. You know, if he's being completely honest. 

She looks up from beneath her lashes, eyes meeting Jisung’s. He feels like he could get lost in them. Like if he bottled up the night sky it would pale in comparison to the deep dark starry gaze staring back at him. He doesn’t think twice. Trying not to let his anxieties, his uncertainties, hold him back, he kisses her. 

Minhee makes a sound oh so sweet in approval and Jisung wants nothing more than to hear it again. The sound sending chills through his body, making his stomach tighten with want. He keeps kissing her, copying the way she moved earlier. Licking across the seam of her lips, begging for access. She grants it, accepting his tongue into her mouth gratefully. But not before she’s mumbling against his lips “Touch me, Sungie.” 

Jisung almost falters. His false bravado at risk of crumbling at the request. Touch her? Touch her where? Touch her how? He’s never done this before. What if he does it wrong? Oh god. He’s never done this before. He’s about to touch her. He's about to touch a woman. He’s about to touch Lee fucking Minhee. Sexually. 

He forces himself to push through, because Han Jisung is very good at pretending he knows what he is doing. He forces his hand to move, bringing it to her shoulder. He toys with the strap of her tank top, slipping his fingers beneath it. It’s almost a soothing fidget until he remembers the reason he’s doing it is because he’s about to remove said tank top strap. “This okay?” He makes sure to ask between breaths and tangled tongues. Minhee hums in approval, urging him on. 

Hesitantly, he slips it off her shoulder as he continues to lick inside her mouth. He brings his other hand up, repeating the action. Once he slips the other strap loose he pulls back from her lips, allowing himself a moment. He takes a deep breath, gives himself a millisecond long mental pep talk and then, he’s tugging the tank top all the way down. 

Minhee’s breasts spill free, and Jisung thinks he really just might die. Here and now. Plush, pillowy, pale skin is the only thing he can see. God, they’re huge. Spilling past the sides of her frame where they lie against her chest. He wants to stuff his face between them and never come back up for air. He wants to take one into his mouth and suffocate around it. He wants to compare the size of his hands to the width of just one of her tits. Wants to- suddenly he realizes he can.

Minhee is currently lying beneath him. In his bed. Asking him to touch her. So, he really needs to hurry up and get to touching. But he doesn’t want to rush it. Doesn’t want to take a single second of any of this for granted. He leans forward, bringing his lips back to meet Minhee’s, before trailing them down the side of her jaw. 

She moans in appreciation. Making those sweet, sweet sounds Jisung wanted nothing more than to hear again. He keeps going, placing open mouthed kisses along the length of her neck down to her collarbone. Until finally he reaches her chest. 

He peppers kisses along the smooth expanse of her chest before letting his lips land on the soft pillowy surface of her breasts. The buoyant flesh gives beautifully to the press of his lips. Delicate and tender to the touch. He trails his lips along the supple skin. Further and further until he reaches the perfect place to plant his face. 

He stuffs his face between her tits, groaning against her skin. Fuck he wants to live here. No, he wants to die here. Finally allowing his hands to touch like they’ve been aching to do, he reaches out. He attempts to grasp one breast into each palm, groping the flesh that spills out beneath his fingers. He kneads. Massaging her tits like warm dough that moulds to his every touch. He pushes them together, until his face is snuggly framed between them. 

He nuzzles his face into her flesh, like if he tries hard enough he can permanently attach himself there. Daringly, he darts his tongue out, licking a stripe up her sternum. He moans as he tastes the slightly salty sweet flavors of her skin on his tastebuds. 

He shifts, tilting his head to the side, granting himself access to really get his mouth around one of them. He sucks the fatty meat of her tit into his mouth, drool already starting to pool on his tongue. The feeling of his lips wrapping around the squishy flesh makes his brain go numb. 

He swaps between breasts, moving from one to the other. Sucking the plumpness between his teeth, sinking his canines into flesh without thinking. His tongue fervently licking over the bites on instinct. He vaguely registers a giggle, wants to moan when he feels hands coming to tangle in his hair. Slowly, he realizes the hands are gently tugging at his roots, coaxing him off. 

He opens his mouth releasing Minhee’s breast from between his teeth as he looks up towards her. “Are you having fun?” she giggles, no malice in her tone only lighthearted teasing. Jisung takes note of the blooming bite marks now littering her chest. Realizing he might have gotten a little too excited. 

“S-sorry I didn’t- um,” he stutters “I didn’t mean to.” He flushes, wishing he could shove his face back between her tits and hide right about now. 

She brings a hand up to his face, correcting his glasses that had gone askew amongst all the commotion. “It’s okay. You’re doing so good, Jisungie. You can leave marks,” she says, smiling down at him. He feels like he’s somehow transported to another planet. How in the world is it humanly possible he’s lying between Lee Minhee’s legs? Looking up at her otherworldly face from between her ungodly tits? While she pets through his hair telling him he’s good? 

He doesn’t have time to question it when he feels Minhee’s hand snaking back into his hair as she pushes him down towards her chest again. At least he knows he’s doing good. Knows he’s doing something right. The thought spurs him on, giving him a new found confidence. 

He finally makes his way to one of the pretty nubs sitting pert in the center of her breasts. He wraps his lips around it, sucking it against his tongue. He hears Minhee moan above him as he feels her fingers curl against his scalp. His other hand migrates to the nipple on her other breast, taking it between his fingers to twist and thumb over. 

He flicks his tongue, laving over the perky nub before latching on and sucking. He really doesn’t think it could get much better than this. Feels like he could be perfectly content to stay suctioned onto Minhee’s tit like a starving newborn for the rest of eternity. That is, until a particularly harsh twist of his fingers against her breast makes her hips kick up causing her core to graze Jisung’s. 

It almost makes him stumble, body stilling at the contact. Suddenly, he’s reminded of the aching need pulsing between his legs, slowly seeping through the fabric of his underwear, likely staining the front of his sweats. Fuck, she just grinded on him. His cock was practically touching her pussy. Basically. Kinda. Holy shit. Yeah, okay. He can do this. 

He lifts himself up from her chest, glasses back to being crooked, a bit of drool stuck to his chin. He looks at Minhee and her face is flushed. Flushed in a way it hadn’t been before. Was she really enjoying this just as much as him? 

He starts to move himself down the length of her frame, hovering over her torso. He brings his hands to the fabric of her tank top, hesitantly he pushes it up. It bunches around her middle right below her breasts, allowing her soft stomach to be seen. He feels himself start to drool again at the sight of the plush porcelain skin. The way the excess flesh pillows over the waistband of her skirt makes him want to squeeze. So, he does. 

He traces his hands down her sides, groping the skin beneath his fingers appreciatively. He aches to place his lips here too. To leave marks that match the ones on her chest. He leans forward to press tender kisses along the surface of her tummy before sucking the skin between his teeth. 

His hands find her hips, giving them a light squeeze before trailing further down her legs as he continues to kiss across her body. He starts to slip his hands beneath the hem of her skirt, the smooth creamy expanse of her thighs now in the palms of his hands. He pauses. Wanting to make sure what he’s doing is still okay before he continues. Also, to make sure he’s still breathing. Unsure if that’s just his pulse or the sound of his heart exploding in his ears. 

“Can I?” he asks, looking up at Minhee from below her breasts. He watches as they steadily rise and fall to the beat of her breaths. 

“Go ahead, baby,” she answers, nodding down at him. He steadies his hands before they have time to tremble, taking hold of the edge of her skirt before he loses the nerve. Then, he lifts. 

Minhee spreads her thighs further as he does and Jisung's vision goes black. No, really. Pretty lacey black panties are the only thing he can see. The only thing still shielding her from his view, and they aren't shielding much. Tufts of dark curly hair seep out around the edges of sheer fabric. The decorative lace woven throughout has tears about to burst from Jisung’s eyes. He can’t believe this is real. He can’t believe this is really happening. 

He can’t stop staring. It’s like something out of his wildest dreams. He needs to know what she looks like beneath them. What she feels like. What she smells like. God, what she tastes like. He doesn’t waste another second. Doesn’t give himself time to get in his own head. Instead, he dives forward shoving his face against the fabric breathing her in. 

The lace itches, scratching against the surface of his nose as he nuzzles into her warmth. She smells like everything he’s never smelt before. Like everything he’s never even thought to dream of. His breath ghost over a wet spot that’s seemingly leaked through the fabric where his lips hover. He groans, his hands coming up to tighten around the plush meat of her thighs, pulling her closer. He drives his face in further, lolling his tongue out across the fabric trying to taste her. 

He tastes the faint hint of her wetness but the fabric between them keeps getting in the way. It catches on his tongue, scratches his cheeks, irritates his skin. He needs it gone. Needs it out of the way. Needs to be able to taste her directly on his tongue. 

Minhee must sense his frustrations, running her fingers through his hair, tugging lightly until he pulls back. He keeps his hands on her thighs as he lifts his head to look at her. She smiles, before tracing a hand down between their bodies. 

“You’ve been such a good boy, haven’t you?” she asks, hand ghosting over the fabric of her panties. Jisung nods. Head dumb and brain empty. Completely void of any and everything that’s not Minhee. “Here you go, baby,” she says as she reaches for the fabric, slowly pulling it to the side. At that moment three things happen simultaneously. Jisung’s heart stops. Jisung’s brain explodes. Jisung dies. 

Okay. Jisung doesn’t die. But it certainly feels like he did. It certainly feels like he’s somehow managed to make it into heaven when god herself is staring right at him. Lee Minhee’s perfect pretty pink pussy. His very own pearly white gate. Shimmering under heaven's light. Well, more accurately the fluorescent lights in Jisung's dingy little dorm room. But, that’s besides the point. 

“H-holy fuck,” Jisung sputters unable to string together a single coherent sentence. He wishes he could. Wishes he could say something like ‘Minhee you’re the most divine being I've ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. Thank you for gracing me with the gift of being in your presence’. But, sure. ‘Holy fuck’ will have to do. 

Minhee giggles, fingers back to twisting in Jisung’s hair. “Go on, keep being a good boy for me. Eat up,” she says, and Jisung doesn’t need to be told twice. Listening well, just like the good boy he’s been told he is, he dives back in. 

The first swipe of his tongue along the lips of her silken flesh is godly. Soft and sleek, soaked with her essence. He pulls her further against his face, his tongue slipping between her folds. He can taste her so much clearer now, pure and utter feminine musk coating his tastebuds. 

He laps between her lips, licking up every drop she provides for him. His nose grazes the nub beneath the hood of her mound with every upstroke of his tongue. He feels her body jolt. Her breath hitching as he does. The thick hairs that guard her opening scratch against the surface of his face, rubbing against his cheeks. But this time it feels good. Feels rewarding. Like a thorn on a rose petal. It wouldn’t be the same without it. Only allowing those who are careful to touch. Staying powerful. Guarded. Beautiful. 

His glasses begin to fog as his hot breath fans back across his face. He forces himself to lean back. To take in a breath of air. He can do nothing but stare at the sight before him. She looks so soft. She is so soft. Her center pink and glistening with a mix of his spit and her juices. 

In his mouth’s absence, he trails a finger up to pet against her. Desperate to know what the tender flesh feels like beneath his touch. Aching to explore, like she’s a newly discovered region on a map. The kind that was previously unattainable. That he never thought he’d finally unlock. That he now wants to stay up all night spending every waking moment memorizing.

Wait. Did he really just use video game terminology to describe her vagina? His stupid little nerd brain really is trying its best, he swears. Whatever, it’s not like he said it out loud. He didn’t…right? God, he’s going crazy.  

As he continues his exploration, his fingertip nudges the little nub nestled between her lips. Minhee moans when he twirls his finger to trace around it. “Yeah, like that,” she purrs, grinding into the touch. It makes Jisung shiver. He listens, desperate to hear those pretty sounds pour from her lips. Desperate to hear more praises fall from her tongue. 

He continues to rub his fingertip in little circles against her clit, bringing his other hand up to part her lips. He spreads them, allowing himself a perfect view of the way her pussy pulses with every flick of his finger. He wants to know what it feels like when it pulses around him. When it clenches everytime he makes her feel good. 

He stops his ministrations, sliding his fingers down to her entrance. He teases over the slick glide of her opening, pulling his fingers back just to see the sticky wetness web. He brings it to his mouth, sucking his fingers between his lips. He’s decided he no longer needs any other form of nutrients. More than capable of sustaining himself off this and this alone. 

He brings his fingers back, placing them just at the edge of her opening. Then, cautiously, he slips one inside. Tight. Wet. Hot. His brain feels like it’s really gonna explode this time. He groans out, forehead falling forward, landing amongst the hairs on Minhee’s mound. He can feel nothing but the snug suction of her cunt around his finger. Nothing but warm, wet, heat. 

He’s not going to survive this. His dick isn’t going to survive this. He languidly moves his finger. Pushing deeper into her warmth before pulling back. He recalls the urge he had felt earlier. The desire to know what it feels like when her core clenches around him. He leans forward bringing his lips to wrap around her pinkened nub. He flicks his tongue in the same manner he had done with his finger prior. 

He twirls his tongue around her clit, sucking it between his lips. He feels her walls pulse around his fingers every time she sucks in a breath of air above him. Sharp huffs and drawn out moans leaving her lips every time he licks over her. He feels her hole squeezing, sucking his finger deeper. It’s addictive. He can hardly imagine what it would feel like around his cock. 

He leans back again so he’s able to watch the mesmerizing glide of his finger moving in and out of her. His eyes are wide, practically bulging out of his skull as he does. He slips a second finger beside the first, gently nudging it in alongside the other. She takes beautifully to it, her walls moulding around the intrusion of his fingers. 

The way her juices leak around his digits makes his mouth water. The godly visual. The heavenly sound. Her pussy squelches as he slowly thrusts his fingers inside her. He brings a finger back up to play with the little nub again. It’s a brighter pink now, slightly swollen, likely from all his toying. 

As soon as he rubs against it, Minhee’s breath hitches. “Please, Jisung,” she whines, and Jisung doesn’t think he’s ever heard her sound so desperate. He didn't think it was possible. “Don’t stop this time,” she pleads. “Please let me cum,” she whimpers, grinding her hips down onto Jisung’s fingers. 

And, oh. Had Jisung been keeping her from cumming? He didn’t even realize. Fuck. Did he just accidentally edge someone his first time going down on them? He almost wants to pat himself on the back. But then he hears Minhee whimper again and quickly realizes edging is overrated. He needs to make her cum. Right now. 

He keeps his finger circling around her clit while she fucks herself down on his two fingers. He feels her hips start to shake, her walls starting to contract around his digits. “Just like that, just like that,” she chants, thighs wobbling around where they cage Jisung’s head. “Oh, Fuck!” she shouts as she comes undone before him. 

It’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life. Which, that seems to be a repeat occurrence ever since Minhee has graced him with her presence. She’s moaning so sweetly, her stomach tensing as Jisung keeps his fingers moving while she rides out her high. He doesn’t want it to stop. He wants to feel her body quiver like that again and again. Wants to hear her make those pretty sounds, whimpering his name over and over. 

He stuffs his face back between her legs before they even have time to stop shaking. Latching onto her clit he sucks it into his mouth, rolling his tongue along the overly sensitive nub. He keeps fucking his fingers into her as he does, not letting up for a single second. He hears her whimpers growing louder, feels her body start to shiver and quake. Her knees try knocking together, unable to close with Jisung's head shoved between them. 

“Oh god, Jisung,” she moans, and Jisung thinks he never wants to hear his name spoken any other way. “Oh shit, I’m gonna cum again, fuck!” she cries, hands flying to tangle in his hair. Her nails dig into his scalp as she starts to convulse against his face. Suddenly a warm, wet, liquid starts to spurt out across his face and he drinks it down greedily.

Finally, he lifts off her clit, only to dive his face deeper into the sopping wetness of her cunt. He laps between her folds as she continues to squirt. Trying to get every last bit of her taste on his tongue that he can. He wants to never come back up for air. He hopes he drowns in it. 

The hands in his hair start pushing against his head, trying to shove him back. “Okay, okay!” Minhee’s barely able to say as she tries to catch her breath. Jisung pulls back, lifting his head to look at her. His face is a sticky mess. His glasses sit halfway down his face, completely coated in her juices. Drool sticks to his chin, his lips bright red and swollen from their use. 

He shoots her a crooked goofy looking grin before licking his lips, trying to savor every last drop. She huffs out a breath, sliding her hand down the side of his head to rest against his cheek. He looks away shyly as she thumbs over the skin. His ego starting to wither again as he comes down from his pussy drunken daze. “Sorry,” he says. “I-if that was too much or- yeah,” he mumbles.

She pets over his cheek soothingly “No, no. It felt great, baby. You did so good,” she reassures him. “I just wasn’t expecting the edging,” she giggles. Jisung feels himself preen at the praise. It feels good knowing he did so well. Knowing he made Minhee feel good. Even if he did go a little overboard on accident. 

He lets the feeling make him bolder. “Really?” he asks, starting to scooch himself up a bit more comfortably from between Minhee’s legs. “So, I could maybe possibly potentially perhaps do that again sometime?” he rushes out, smiling wide as he finally adjusts his glasses back up his face. 

Minhee huffs out a laugh before smirking down at him. “Christ,” she says as she slides the hand on his cheek down his jaw so she can pinch his face together. With a shake of her head, she tugs him forward as she mutters “When you give a mouse a cookie,” before smashing their lips together.

Jisung moans against her lips and Minhee swallows the sound. He drops his hands to her thighs, gripping the plump flesh in an effort to gather his balance. The hand Minhee had on Jisung’s face trails down to his shoulder, nails scratching along its surface. Her other hand traces the lines of his abdomen, making his stomach clench in anticipation. 

She reaches his sweats, sliding her hand down the front of them. Her hand caresses the hardened length leaking between Jisung’s legs. He lets out a trembling moan, breaths already coming out shaky and she’s hardly even touched him. Oh god. Lee Minhee is touching him. Lee Minhee’s hand is palming his cock through his sweats. Jisung’s not so sure he can do this. He really might just come right this very second. Oh, this is embarrassing. 

“Ah-aha,” Jisung's breath stutters, hips kicking along her palm. She gropes his bulge, sliding her hand up and down its length. The wet spot that had formed making the glide even smoother, making it feel even better. Or maybe, it’s making it worse. Jisung can’t decide as he’s trying really really hard not to cum right now. 

Minhee must notice the wet patch, it’s almost impossible not to. She halts her movements before speaking. “Oh? what’s this?” she says. “Did you soak through your sweats for me baby?” she asks, before she's removing her hand entirely. Jisung makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat. Simultaneously grateful for the loss as well as resentful of it. “It’s okay, sweet boy,” Minhee coos, her hands finding his waistband, fingers slipping beneath it. “Let’s get these off, hm?” she prompts. 

Jisung’s back to nodding dumbly. Minhee’s words making his mind melt into utter mush. The way she speaks to him, so soft and sweet yet laced with superiority. With dominance, makes his brain go numb. 

She tugs the waistband of his sweats down, bringing his underwear right along with them. His cock springs free, slapping against his stomach. Precum smears against his skin as more leaks from the swollen tip. His cock throbs, achingly hard and an angry red. Desperate for relief.

Minhee’s breath hitches at the sight of it, instantly reaching out to take it in her hold. “Oh g-god,” Jisung jolts at the touch, the warmth of her hand encircling him almost too much to handle. He really doesn’t know how much longer he’s going to last. Minhee doesn’t move her hand but she doesn’t take her eyes off his cock either. Staring at it so intently Jisung’s starting to get self conscious. 

“W-what?” he awkwardly chuckles, trying to dispel some of his nervousness. He feels like he’s entered another dimension. One where everything is the complete opposite of all he’s ever known. His dick is currently being held in the hands of Lee fucking Minhee, the most gorgeous woman he’s ever seen. This can not be real. 

Minhee hums as she stares at Jisung's cock in her grasp. “I just wasn’t expecting this,” she says, the response doing absolutely nothing to quell Jisung’s nerves.

What does that even mean? Is it good? Bad? Oh god, it’s bad isn’t it? She was expecting more, wasn’t she? Jisung doesn’t have a lot to compare to, but he never really thought of himself as small. Never really had any reason to worry about it. Until now that is. “I-is that bad?” he quickly rushes out. 

Minhee gives Jisung’s cock a light tug that makes him stumble forward a bit. “No,” she giggles. “It’s a good thing, Sungie. You have a big dick and I want you to fuck me with it.” she says, finally taking her eyes off his cock to look up at him. 

Jisung feels his pulse pound in his ears. Is this really happening? Did those words really just leave Lee Minhee’s mouth? She wants him, Han Jisung, to fuck her? Is he even going to know what the hell he’s doing? Truthfully, probably not. But he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try his hardest. Because Han Jisung is very good at pretending he knows what he is doing. 

“O-okay, yeah,” he manages to mutter. “Um, I can do that,” he says. Trying to muster up every ounce of confidence in his body. 

“That’s right,” Minhee says, giving his cock a light squeeze. “You can, can’t you baby?” she says, letting go of his cock as she slides her hands below her skirt. She slips those damned lacey black panties off, tossing them off to the side. Jisung’s eyes follow the movement, mentally taking note of where they land. For no reason, of course. 

“Where are you condoms?” Minhee asks, bringing Jisung’s attention back to her. Jisung stares at her with a dumb expression on his face. Lips starting to move but no noise coming from them. “You don’t have any, do you?” she says with a slight chuckle. “It’s fine. I’m on birth control and you can just pull out, right?” she nods up at him. 

Jisung swallows hard. Yeah. He can do that. Right? At least he thinks he can. How hard can it really be? When he feels himself about to cum he’ll just go back out the way he came! He’s got this. Easy peasy. “Yeah. No, totally,” he says. “Sure can do,” he says, dragging out the last word as he releases a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Who is he trying to convince here? 

Minhee opens her legs wider beneath him, her skirt still on, fanning back over her stomach. She slips her hand between them, bringing her fingers to her slit. Using two fingers she spreads her folds, displaying herself for him. Jisung freezes, a little unsure of how to do this. Does he just…stick it in there? Like he did his fingers? 

He stares. Stares at the way her pretty fingers frame her entrance. Stares at what he’s sure is going to be the cause of his certain and untimely demise. Stares for much longer than he should, he assumes, when he hears Minhee’s airy giggle breaking the silence. 

She reaches her free hand out, wrapping her fingers around his length again. And before he knows it, she’s guiding the head of his cock towards her opening. This is it. It’s really happening. Han Jisung is no longer going to be a loser virg- oh god. He’s pushing inside her. 

Immediately, his cock is sucked into the soaking wet heat of her cunt. The swollen tip of his cock head breaches her opening with ease, sliding him deeper into her suffocating warmth. He feels like he can’t breathe. Like he’s being swallowed whole. This most certainly does not feel how it did with his fingers! This is on a whole other level entirely. 

His head drops to her chest, landing between her breasts. His breaths start to come in short as he feels himself starting to pant. Heat roars low in his gut, stomach clenching as his cock immediately starts to throb. Oh, this is not good. This is not good at all. This is too good. Way too good. 

He tries to push himself a little bit further, tries to at least make it all the way inside her, even if just for a moment. He pushes himself deeper, fighting off the heat rapidly growing in his belly. Her velvety walls squeeze around his cock, suctioning him until he’s fully sheathed. 

They let out shared gasps as his length fills her in its entirety. Jisung’s head stays pressed to Minhee's chest as he tries to regain his composure. He did it. He made it all the way. Now all he has to do is pull back out before it’s too late, because there is no way he is surviving that again. So, he’s a one thrust wonder, so what? 

What he didn't account for is how good it would feel as he starts to slide his cock back along her walls. And, as it turns out, Jisung can not go back out the way he came. Because Jisung is cumming. Right now. Currently. Inside Lee Minhee. 

“Oh god,” he exclaims, hips stilling as he clenches his abs trying to stop the inevitable. “Oh fuck. No, no, no!” he cries into Minhee’s skin where his head presses against her chest. This can’t be happening. He tries again, pulling back just a little more and it all comes crashing down. 

Pleasure like he’s never felt before burst from his core shooting through every nerve ending of his body. His cock throbs, pulsing ropes of hot cum all along Minhee’s walls. “F-f-fuck,” he moans, his body starting to shake against her frame. It’s so overwhelming. The pleasure is too much. The realization is too real. “Oh god, ‘m sorry,” he whimpers. His eyes are clenched shut but he’s sure if he tried to open them he couldn’t see. “‘m sorry,” he repeats as his cock kicks, spilling more and more of his release inside her. 

He starts to cry. Real genuine tears begin to trickle down his cheeks. “I didn’t-“ he hiccups, “-mean to,” he sniffles, nuzzling his wet face further into her chest as his breaths heave. His cock just keeps throbbing, it's like it won’t stop. It feels so otherworldly, like he’s having an out of body experience. His tears keep falling as the pleasure continues coursing through his veins. 

He hardly registers it when he feels Minhee’s hands running through his hair. He hardly hears it when the soft sound of her sweetly shushing him slips from her lips. She brings her palms to wrap around the sides of his face, lifting him from her chest to look her in the eyes. 

“Hey, hey. Shh,” she coos, brushing away stray tears from the plump of his cheeks. “It’s okay, baby,” she says as Jisung sniffles between hiccuping breaths. She presses a soft peck to his lips as Jisung feels the last beads of cum leak from his cock inside her. 

He can’t believe he just did that. Not even five minutes ago he was ready to give himself a pat on the back. Now here he is, having just cum the second he sticks his dick inside her. He couldn't even complete just one stroke! 

He groans trying to drop his head from her hands back to hide against her chest. She doesn’t let him, holding him up to face her. He just wants to disappear. He hears the words coming out of Minhee’s mouth. Hears her telling him it’s okay. But he doesn’t believe it. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes again, this time a bit more clearer. 

“Jisungie, it’s okay, really,” she smiles at him, genuine and full of warmth. She tugs him closer, bringing him in for another tender kiss. He leans into it, trying to let her words sink in. “I promise,” she reassures against his lips. 

She brings a hand up to the frames of his glasses, carefully lifting them before setting them off to the side. Running a gentle thumb over his eyes, she wipes the tears from them. “There, that’s better,” she says, placing a chaste peck to the tip of his nose as she sets his glasses back onto its bridge. “Now, I’m not finished with you yet,” she smirks and it makes Jisung’s softening cock give a pathetic kick inside her. 

“W-wha-? huh?” he mutters, but Minhee is already sliding her hands down to the broad expanse of his shoulders, pushing him onto his back. Carefully, she sits herself up in his lap, keeping his cock nestled safely inside her. She trails her hands down his chest groping the muscles of his pecs appreciatively. 

“I said, I’m not finished with you yet,” she repeats, looking down at him with a raised brow. The sight above him is nothing short of divine. It feels like he’s having a religious experience. A spiritual awakening. Minhee’s long brown hair falls against her shoulders, her bangs framing the beauty of her face. Her tits hang heavy against her chest, fresh bite marks still blooming across them. Her stomach is the same, soft curves covered in Jisung’s bites and bruises. Her heavenly thighs peak out from below her skirt, bracketing his hips where she sits on his cock. She looks like pure and utter salvation.

She slowly begins to grind her hips and Jisung feels the sticky wetness of his own release as it leaks back down onto his crotch. “Pretty girl in your lap and you're not gonna get hard for her Jisungie?” She teases, trailing a finger down to twist at his nipple. “Come on, you can give me one more, can’t you?” she goads, swiveling her hips. 

Jisung feels his cock quickly starting to fill again in interest. Every swift shift of her hips sending pleasure coursing through his body. Yeah, he’s gonna have no trouble giving her one more. Lasting longer than he did the first time is what he’s a little worried about. 

His cock is already almost fully hard again just after a few seconds of Minhee’s grinding. She begins to lift her hips and Jisung feels that sweet, but oh so damning, glide of his cock along her walls again. When she brings her hips back down to meet his crotch, it’s euphoric. She does it again and the pull of his cock dragging along her velvet walls makes his head spin. “O-oh,” he moans. So this is what it feels like? He feels like he’s dreaming. 

“That feels good doesn’t it, baby?” Minhee asks, grinding on his now fully hardened cock. “Feels good for me too,” she tells him as she raises herself up again. “Your big cock fills me up perfectly,” she says, bringing her hips back down to slap against his crotch with a vulgar moan.

She further emphasizes her statement with a roll of her hips, pressing down against her lower stomach feeling the protrusion of his cock. Jisung groans as she presses against it. He can feel the weight of her hand on his dick from outside her body. Holy fucking shit. 

Minhee lowers her hands down onto Jisung’s abdomen, using his body for support, she starts to speed up. Her ass bounces back against his lap as she really starts to ride his cock now. Jisung’s eyes try to track the movement of her breasts as they swing above his head, making him dizzy. It kind of feels like he’s being hypnotized right now. 

He opens his mouth wide, lolling his tongue out as he lifts himself up onto his elbows. He tries, he really really tries to get one in his mouth. But Minhee’s movements are too fast, her bouncing jostling both of their bodies too much for him to succeed. 

She must notice his efforts, slowing her hips down to a subtle grind again. “Still hungry?” She chuckles with a teasing shake of her head. She reaches for his shoulders, hauling his torso up towards her. He slings his arm to wrap around her cushiony waist, squeezing once it’s in his hold. He notices the tank top still scrunched around her middle and brings his other hand up to remove it. 

With the fabric gone he rests his palm against her lower stomach, just above the waistband of her skirt. Which Jisung will not be removing. The skirt will be staying on. Thank you. Well, unless she wants it off, then of course, Jisung will remove it for her. 

Minhee pushes against the back of his head, guiding him towards one of her breasts. She waits until he’s taken her between his lips before she resumes her movements. Jisung sucks the fatty meat of her tit into his mouth, keeping his arms where they are. One wrapped around her waist, gripping her plump flesh. The other pressing softly against her belly as she bounces in his lap. 

She starts up a rhythm, grinding down on Jisung’s cock between every rise and fall of her hips. Jisung starts to feel that familiar tightening beginning to coil low in his gut, sooner than he was hoping. But not sooner than he was expecting. Honestly, he’s rather surprised he’s lasted this long. 

He holds tight to Minhee’s middle before thrusting his hips up for the first time in an effort to meet hers. Holy fucking shit. He’s never felt anything like it. Groaning around the tit in his mouth, he fucks his hips up into her again, trying to match her pace. The way their two bodies move together is like nothing he’s ever experienced before.

Every time she lowers herself down onto him he kicks his hips up to meet hers, the two of them letting out shared moans. He feels her legs starting to give where they cage his thighs as he hits so incredibly deep inside her. She must be getting close too. He can feel it. The way she’s clenching around him makes his newly discovered rhythm already start to stutter. 

He slides the hand on her belly down between their bodies, slipping it beneath her skirt. It doesn’t take him long to find that sensitive little nub he had been toying with earlier. Still so puffy and swollen. He starts to circle his fingers around it while he fucks his cock deep inside her. 

She moans so prettily as he touches her, grinding into it. Jisung can feel her rhythm starting to falter. Her breaths coming out in short shallow pants. He angles his cock just so, making her cry out “Right there!” as he feels her core clench around him. It’s about to send him over the edge. He’s just trying to hold on long enough for her to get there first.

He keeps his rhythm steady. As best as he can, anyway. Fucking up into her, he sucks her nipple between his teeth as he twirls his fingers around her clit. Who knew multitasking was such an essential part of sex? He focuses his movements. Giving Minhee’s body his undivided attention.  

He watches as she slowly unravels above him. One of her hands begins to twist harshly in his hair, tugging at his roots. The other grasps onto his shoulder, sinking her nails into his flesh. He feels it when her body starts to convulse. Her walls squeezing around his cock as her body shakes. “Jisung, I’m gonna cum!” she exclaims. And then more of that warm wet fluid is spurting out onto his fingers, soaking his cock. 

Minhee moans out in pleasure, grinding her pussy onto Jisung’s throbbing length as she rides out her high. The feeling of her cumming on his cock is surreal. “Fuck,” he groans against the flesh of her breasts. The way her cunt contracts around his cock as her release pulses through her body has him barely holding on. 

“Cum in me, Jisungie. Fuck me full,” she pants and, in mere seconds, Jisung is releasing inside her. It washes over him like a tidal wave, pulling him under and far far away with the force of a rip current. He feels like he's underwater. His senses distorting, vision going blurry. He’s vaguely aware of the moans slipping from his lips but he can’t hear a single sound. All he can feel is the sweet surrender of his body to Minhee’s as he comes undone below her. 

He collapses backwards onto the bed behind him, chest heaving as his senses slowly start to return to him. Minhee follows, slumping herself over his frame. He feels his cock throb as it spills out its last few drops inside her. His arms feel numb, but still, he swings them around to hug her body tight to his. Her weight a comforting pressure. Her breaths a soothing presence. 

Minhee hums in his hold, nuzzling against his neck. “You did so good, baby,” she tells him, as she plants soft tender kisses against his skin. The praise makes Jisung feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Or, maybe that’s just the orgasms. He doesn’t really have the mental capacity to unpack all of that right now. 

She starts to sit up, lifting her legs as she carefully removes herself from Jisung’s lap. Jisung watches, hardly able to move as she slowly begins making her way towards his dorm's ensuite. 

“Um,” Jisung mutters, reaching out his hand, taking hold of her wrist before she can get too far. Minhee pauses, turning back towards him with a look that almost seems worried. “Thank you,” he says with a shy smile as he looks up at her. 

Minhee smiles down at him, that hint of worry now eased from her expression. “Of course, silly boy,” she says, quickly leaning down to press a peck against his lips before continuing towards the bathroom. 

Jisung watches as she slips off her skirt, stepping out of it and into the open bathroom. Fuck. Her ass is so perfect. Maybe next time she’ll let him- Wait. Next time? Please, who is he kidding? He’s lucky this happened once! And he’s still trying to wrap his brain around how that’s even possible. 

He doesn't realize she’s sat down and begun to clean herself up, until the soft patter of her piss against the toilet bowl interrupts his train of thought. And kind of makes his dick twitch. Whatever that means. He watches as she wipes herself clean, before wetting a cloth and heading back towards him. 

She sits back down beside him, bringing the damp cloth to his skin. She starts to wipe his body clean. Jisung flushes. This feels so vulnerable. Not that what they just did together wasn't. It very much was. But right now he feels like he’s being laid out bare beneath her. He’s never been taken care of like this before. 

The thought also crosses his mind that, shouldn’t he be the one doing this for her? Isn't that how aftercare works? This is aftercare right? Isn't he the one who’s supposed to do it? Shouldn’t he be the one taking care of her? Why is he laying here useless while she wipes him clean! They don’t cover this stuff in his stupid fucking hentai okay!

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one cleaning you up?” he decides to ask. “Um, you know cause I’m the one who fucked you so…so I shou-“ his stuttering his cut off by the sweet sound of Minhee’s giggle.

She pauses her movements, lying a hand across his cheek before she speaks, “No, sweet boy, I fucked you,” and Jisung’s overspent limp dick tries to kick as the words leave her lips. Minhee just lets out another sweet airy chuckle as she continues to clean up the mess of their fluids from Jisung’s skin. 

She hums, nodding in approval once she’s satisfied with his cleanliness, and Jisung finally sits himself up. She makes her way to the side of the bed where they haphazardly tossed off all their clothes. Picking up her panties she scrunches her nose cutely at them “I don’t think I can put these back on,” she laughs. 

Jisung registers the soiled mess of the underwear in her hands and without a second thought, he’s moving. Quickly, he rushes over to his dresser drawers, pulling out a pair of loose fitting boxers and one of his comfiest oversized tees. As well as some clean clothes for himself too. 

“Here,” he says, taking the soiled panties from Minhee’s hands, exchanging their items. “I’ll um,” he gulps. "I'll wash these for you,” he says before tossing them to the top of his hamper. Minhee just smirks at him as she accepts the clothes. 

They get dressed quietly, a comfortable silence filling the space around them. Once they are done, they sit side by side on the edge of the bed. Minhee rests her palm against Jisung’s knee that apparently won’t stop shaking. “I meant what I said,” she says “You did so good, baby” she leans over, planting a reassuring kiss on his cheek. 

There are those words again. Making Jisung’s stomach feel all warm and his brain all fuzzy. But, they also make him realize that he’s not being completely honest. He needs to tell Minhee the truth. “Um, you were right, by the way,” he starts. “I am, or, I was a virgin,” he admits, honestly feeling surprisingly relieved to get it off his chest. 

Minhee brings a hand up, turning his cheek to face her. “Oh, baby. I know,” she says before pulling him in for another kiss. It leaves no room for any question. Because maybe Han Jisung isn't as good at pretending he knows what he is doing as he thought he was, and maybe that’s okay. 

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