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the show was still playing from jisung’s laptop, some loud scene getting drowned out by dialogue neither of you had actually listened to in at least twenty minutes.

at some point he’d ended up on top of you, settled between your legs like it had happened by accident.

except, honestly, both of you knew it hadn’t been an accident at all. your makeout sessions always started the same way: slow, distracted, a couple soft laughs in between.

and then jisung completely lost his mind.

you felt him sigh against your mouth the second your hand slipped under his hoodie, barely brushing the warm skin of his waist.

his hips moved against you on instinct and he let out a broken sound, immediately hiding his face in your neck like he was embarrassed with himself the second after.

“fuck…” he whined, the word coming out muffled. “so wet…”

jisung kept rubbing the tip through your soaked folds, hissing every time he accidentally brushed your entrance. his fingers dug into the skin of your hips, feeling his cock throb at the thought of finally being inside you.

you breathed softly, fingers sliding up the back of his neck, playing with his hair while your nails lightly scraped at his skin. and jisung literally trembled on top of you.

you couldn’t stop the amused smile tugging at your lips. because jisung was completely gone. his eyes stayed locked on his own movements, brows furrowed as he whimpered whenever the feeling got too intense.

and still, he kept looking at you with that completely lost expression that always showed up right before he started begging.

“p-please…” he panted, voice shaky, broken. “god- baby… let me in- fuck- i promise i’ll be good…”

his doe eyes looked glossy while he stared at you like he was begging without even realizing it. his cheeks were bright red, glasses crooked, lips swollen from kissing so much he could barely close them properly anymore.

and somehow he was still trying to grind closer again, body trembling, those pathetic little sounds completely ruining your head.

“don’t,” you breathed out, frowning a little when he pushed his hips against you again.

jisung let out a small frustrated sound into your neck.

“but, baby… need you so bad,” he whimpered quietly. “need to be inside you…”

the way he said it almost ruined you too, because jisung was completely out of it.

you shook your head, finding it harder and harder to think with his cock pathetically dragging against your folds and your clit. and don’t even get started on the messy, desperate, wet kisses he kept scattering all over your body.

every touch seemed to go straight through him. he trembled whenever your nails scraped his neck, whimpered against your skin whenever you kissed him too deep, and kept burying his face in your neck every time he got embarrassed by the sounds leaving him.

jisung was inexperienced. out of all his hobbies and obsessions, he’d genuinely never considered the possibility of touching a real woman. or at least, not until you started dating a few months ago.

ever since then, every single makeout session had gotten erotic enough for jisung to cum in his pants from just a couple kisses and touches alone.

it was ridiculously adorable.

and probably the worst part was that he wasn’t even trying to act sexy. jisung just looked like this whenever he got desperate for you. messy, shaky, completely incapable of thinking straight.

“jisung,” you murmured, fingers slowly running through his damp hair. “you’re already struggling.”

he let out another one of those miserable little sounds immediately.

“if we actually have sex,” you continued, “you’re gonna lose your mind.”

and that seemed to completely destroy him.

he buried his face in your neck instantly with a muffled moan, though his hands still wandered over you absentmindedly like he physically couldn’t stop touching you. your waist, your thighs, your tits. any part of you he could hold onto without completely losing it.

his breathing was a warm mess against your skin. his movements clumsy, wandering over you just to feel how soft and warm you were.

you could feel his uneven breaths against your neck, mumbling nonsense and kissing you chaotically. you whimpered when he finally pulled back to look at you with that devoted expression he always got around you.

“maybe…” he swallowed hard, breathless. “maybe just the tip?”

your laugh came out softer than expected. because of course jisung would still try negotiating despite trembling, flushed bright red, barely able to breathe right.

“sweetie, you’re shaking,” you murmured, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “i don’t think you can handle that.”

“i’ll be good,” he insisted quickly, almost stumbling over his own words. “i swear. i’d stop if you want me to- i can do it- i-i can behave… please…”

and honestly, seeing him like this was starting to drive you insane too.

you hooked your legs around his waist, pulling him sharply against you.

jisung let out a small broken whimper that died in his throat, briefly squeezing his eyes shut when he felt your wetness drag against his aching cock.

“you’re lucky i like you,” you murmured. “all right. go on. but if you lose your mind, that’s not my fault”

“oh my god- thank you,” he blurted out almost desperately, peppering quick clumsy kisses all over your face like he had no idea what to do with himself now that you’d actually said yes.

it was impossible not to laugh a little. because just minutes ago he’d been trying to act like he could control himself, and now he looked seconds away from passing out just from having you under him.

his hands trembled slightly, his breathing still completely wrecked. even the way he looked at you seemed too vulnerable for someone who’d spent the last twenty minutes shamelessly begging.

he moved closer slowly, way too focused on every little reaction from you to think straight anymore.

he wrapped a hand around his cock and lined himself up against you eagerly. and the second he pushed the head in, barely two centimeters, finally feeling you around him, his whole body froze completely still.

“oh my god…” he breathed out in a broken whisper.

his eyes shut immediately and one hand gripped your thigh like he needed something to hold onto. you could feel him shaking above you, breathing like he’d just run miles.

“shit… okay. okay, i’m good…” he tried to say, though he sounded completely destroyed by the end of it.

the smile that spread across your lips probably made everything worse. because the second he looked at you again and saw that pleased expression on your face, something inside him seemed to snap for good.

jisung let out another embarrassed little moan and buried his face in your neck instantly, like he was trying to survive the feeling.

“you’re doing good…” you whispered, running a hand slowly down his back.

and honestly, that didn’t help either.

you could feel him trying to control himself. the way he kept taking deep breaths, the way he slowly pulled himself back out of you, clearly losing his mind from how overwhelming it felt. he’d push in just a little before stopping again, like he was trying to buy himself time before completely losing it.

he dragged against your wet folds again, whining audibly every time he felt how tightly you took him. he could feel the urge to sink fully into you, make you moan his name, fill you completely.

“i-i’m behaving,” he murmured with a weak smile that disappeared immediately after another shaky gasp slipped out. “see?”

he started this tiny little pattern that was driving him straight to insanity. teasing your folds, brushing your entrance, slowly pushing in until his head spun from the pleasure, then pulling out before he embarrassed himself by cumming too fast.

you could practically see the superhuman effort in his movements, trembling every time he got a little deeper. until eventually he let out a frustrated whine, one that sounded genuinely desperate.

and that’s when you knew he’d already lost the fight with himself.

unable to take it anymore, jisung immediately dug his fingers into your thighs and slammed fully into you in one motion, stuffing you completely. one clumsy, needy thrust, completely out of control.

the sound he let out this time was almost miserable.

and he probably could’ve cum right there from how soft, wet, tight, and warm you felt around him. it felt unbelievably good. your cunt pressed against his hips, taking him completely with no problem at all.

it felt so good that the only thing he could think to do was grip your thighs tightly just so he could stay buried inside you until he got used to how tight you were.

“ji-jisung? you- ah…” you gasped, voice breaking in surprise.

but jisung wasn’t really listening anymore. or at least not fully.

something in his expression changed instantly. that desperate little look he always got whenever you were too close, whenever you touched him just a little too much.

and then he started moving again. started thrusting in and out in this messy, hungry rhythm like he was trying to get even closer to you somehow, even though there wasn’t any possible space left between you anymore.

his broken moans and pathetic whimpers every time his tip hit your cervix mercilessly were loud enough to make you worry someone might hear. you watched his tongue fall out slightly as he panted, feeling you squeeze him impossibly tight.

“oh shit- baby, you’re so fucking tight i-” a whine interrupted him, sounding completely wrecked. “i-i think m’gonna come already. god- i-i’m sorry… i didn’t mean to- fuck…”

jisung didn’t even know where to put his hands anymore. one second he was gripping your waist and the next he was touching you everywhere like he needed to feel every inch of you before completely losing his mind.

“oh fuck- you were totally right. you feel so fucking good- mmmh- i’m already losing it…”

you literally couldn’t respond. every thrust was so deep and overwhelming that all you could do was moan incoherently, nails digging into his back for support.

jisung moved erratically against you, pleasure crashing into him nonstop. he couldn’t think anymore. he was completely buried between your legs. your body twisted beneath him, trembling and taking him fully. his hands found your breasts again, squeezing and kneading desperately, not even knowing where to start.

completely ruined.

“mmmh- you feel- fuck- you feel even better than i thought, jagi…” he sighed against your hot skin, voice completely gone.

his glasses were fogged up now. hair stuck to his forehead, lips red and swollen from all the desperate kisses he kept leaving on your neck, your tits, any skin he could reach.

and still, he kept looking at you with that devastated expression, like he couldn’t believe you were really letting him do this.

he lowered his head and pressed it between your breasts. leaving a trail of open-mouthed, wet, sucking kisses. your back arched the second you felt his hot breath against your sensitive nipples.

it felt like heaven. jisung genuinely thought nothing had ever felt as good as the moans spilling out of you with every touch, lick, and kiss he left on your skin.

“fuck- i think i’m addicted to you…” he let out between shaky breaths. “too much, too much. you’re milking me so good…”

the confession came out so pathetic and sincere that your heart literally skipped a beat.

jisung needed more. he needed everything from you. your moans and shaky breaths in his ear were pushing him right to the edge. your legs trembled, thighs hugging his body tightly, trying to pull him deeper.

jisung felt like he could do this for hours and hours. except, unfortunately, his body had completely different plans.

breathing was getting harder and harder. keeping a steady rhythm without fully losing his mind was becoming impossible. the heat in his stomach was unbearable and he knew it.

he knew it from the way his movements were getting sloppier, from how his hands trembled against your body, from how he couldn’t stop staring at you.

your broken breaths only made everything worse. every tiny sound you let out had jisung reacting immediately with a gasp, an embarrassed moan, his hips speeding up, getting sloppier before he could stop himself.

“oh my god…” he whispered in a broken breath, desperately searching for your lips.

his thrusts were deep, rough, but inexperienced. he just wanted to stay completely inside you, fucking you mercilessly until he could empty every last drop into you.

you moaned against his lips with every thrust, desperate, whiny from the feeling, and jisung could feel every sound running straight through his body and directly into his cock.

then he looked down to where your bodies met and felt the heat in his stomach become unbearable. he watched the spot where his cock disappeared into you over and over again, the way your thighs were turning pinker from how relentlessly he kept slamming into you.

“s-shit- you’re perfect. made for me. taking me so good- fuck-” he threw his head back with a whine.

his words mixed together with sloppy kisses and uneven breaths. he didn’t even seem aware of what he was saying anymore. he was just talking, completely out of his mind, like the pleasure was ripping every thought straight out of his chest.

“ji- m’so close…” you panted, your voice broken.

and those words made his cock twitch inside you. he needed to make you cum on his cock while he fucked you. he wanted to push you right to that point where all you could do was cry out his name.

“that’s it- ah… wanna hear you coming, baby… please…” he whimpered against your lips.

the kiss turned messy, chaotic. jisung couldn’t stop, even when you started writhing beneath him from the huge wave of pleasure wrapping around you. jisung let out the most wrecked sound you’d heard from him all night.

and with a couple broken whines and incoherent moans, you came violently. your body tensed, your cunt clenching around him so tightly that jisung stopped completely after hitting your cervix one more time, freezing in place.

your head fell back and your whole body trembled. you could feel jisung’s hands roaming all over you, his devoted, excited gaze fixed on your body.

he’d done all of that. made you feel so good you couldn’t stop moaning his name until the very end. it was like making you cum was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

“baby- f-fuck… i’m gonna-!”

all of it made his cock ache, throbbing harder and harder until the orgasm hit when he felt you squeeze him suffocatingly tight one more time.

nothing had ever felt this good, this deep, this overwhelming. there was nothing left for him to do except chase it. he was moaning and whining like every nerve in his body was about to explode.

he came so fast he didn’t even have time to warn you before it happened. he finished completely inside you, cock twitching while he emptied every last drop.

it lasted longer than any time he’d ever touched himself thinking about you.

his cock wouldn’t stop pulsing and spilling, feeling his release slide out of you and onto the sheets beneath. he hissed and moaned, babbling praise that made you stare at him in shock, cheeks burning red while you smiled so hard at how utterly destroyed he looked.

exhaustion finally hit him, making him collapse beside you after carefully pulling out. he immediately wrapped his arms around you tightly, leaving kisses all over your face. all you could do was hum softly and melt into his arms, your tired breathing blending together.

“d-did i… d-did i do good? did you like it?” he asked, searching your eyes for reassurance. “i know i said i could control myself but- you’re… you felt so-” his voice came out fast, nervous.

“jisung,” you murmured, cutting off his rambling. “it was good. more than good.”

you could literally see his eyes light up before he started peppering even more kisses across your face. you could feel his heart-shaped smile against your skin through every soft kiss, relaxed like he’d been waiting for your approval since the second everything started spiraling out of control.

“really?” he asked quietly.

you nodded slightly and that alone was enough to ruin him all over again.

“fuck,” he laughed tiredly before burying his face in your neck. “i was so nervous.”

your laugh vibrated against his chest and jisung immediately pressed another absentminded kiss under your jaw. then another. and another, like he physically couldn’t stop.

“you were right, though,” he murmured against your skin.

“about what?”

“if we actually did it…” he paused for a second, sighing tiredly. “i kinda lost my mind.”

he let out another soft laugh before lifting his head just enough to look at you. his hair was messy, lips swollen, eyes still half-lidded with exhaustion. completely ruined.

and somehow, he was still looking at you like you were his favorite thing in the world.

Warnings: Crying, Mentions of Cramping/Pain

“I know you don't want to but lying down will make you feel better,” Minho said holding onto Jisung’s shoulders and leading him to his comfy bed. All day he had been pushing through the pain and Minho could clearly see it. In moments like this, all Jisung could think was why me but Minho made it better. Understanding his thoughts and feelings without question or doubt.

Once in bed Jisung grabbed his favorite pillow and turned to his side to help with the cramping. Even though he hated moving it felt better to be here than on the couch he had been rotting on all day. Minho placed a warmer with little space ships on it over his belly and pulled his blankets up over his scrunched-in body. “Isn't that better?” Minho asked half knowing he was right, half asking if he needed anything else.

Jisung let a tear fall down his cheek and signaled for Minho to join him with his grabbing hands. Swiping his soft brown hair out of his face, Minho quickly walked to the other side of the bed and hopped in behind Jisung. “No! I want you here,” Jisung said with a whine as he turned towards Minho and propped his leg up on his. The elevation of his leg helped the surging between his thighs and brought them closer together.

“As soon as I can, I'm getting the shots,” Jisung said with tears still pricked in his eyes, looking up at Minho’s swallow on his neck. “Well just think of it this way if you had them now I wouldn't be doing this.” Minho began placing small smooch like kisses all over Jisung’s face. Endless giggles flowed out of them both as Minho quickly covered everything, including his neck.

“How about one here,” Minho said placing a soft kiss on his left cheek, still tainted with tears. “Now the other or he'll get jealous,” he said kissing Jisung’s right cheek, earning no fuss. Jisung just rubbed his hand up Minho’s side and let him kiss all over his face. He didn't stop until he was content with the smile and big boba eyes looking up at him through the lenses of Jisung’s glasses. “You're so silly, even if you are older than me that obviously means nothing,” Jisung said reaching up to boop his nose.

Minho snuggled in closer with Jisung’s head under his chin. He breathed in the scent of his freshly washed hair, still damp from minutes ago. “I take after the best,” Minho said earnestly. “Hanging out with you would quickly rub off on anyone.”

Jisung’s pain was far from over but knowing Minho would stay by his side made it easier to bear. He placed a hand over the warm ship-covered fabric holding it in place so he could take his glasses off without it moving. Reaching over his shoulder he discarded them on his stand somewhere and he didn't know whether they fell off or not. Not hearing them thud to the floor, he turned back to Minho and made himself comfortable again in hopes of taking a nap. With Minho making everything seem ok, Jisung felt comfortable enough to fall asleep even when he felt his worst and most ugly.

When Minho felt Jisung relax against him he patted the back of his head softly and whispered. “Even if you don't fall asleep, I'll still be here.” The silliness from earlier carried over and even though it wasn't that funny, Jisung still laughed at Minho’s words. “You make it comfortable enough to sleep, without you, I'd still be out there not showered and dealing with the agony.”

Minho moved the hand that was behind Jisung’s head to gently place a finger over his lips. “Too many words, just relax.” As frustrating as it was Minho was right and Jisung took that as a sign to close his eyes. He let his body feel every breath Minho took, pressing into him in a pattern that never stopped.