凯拉 (⁠^⁠^⁠)

Of course, it had been an important decision for both of you. You have been together for more than 4 years now. You were just college students when you first met, and you could not imagine that your initial flirt would eventually grow and become a stable relationship. But, at the end, you both graduated and found a job, and your rents were still a bit high considering you still lived together with your own respective roommates.

The thought of renting a place which was just yours was the most logic decision and, honestly, it made you feel thrilled.

Jisung was the emotional one in your relationship, so you did expect that from him. He was just so happy about having your own place, with your bedroom and a separate studio. A place to call home. What you did not expect was the warm feeling of expectation that invaded your chest when signing the contract, a few weeks before moving in.

Your life with Jisung was already satisfying per se, and you always managed to find the time for each other among your careers and Jisung's new producer side job. But you could not lie. In the last months you found yourself a little bit too sad everytime he had to go away, leaving you asleep on the couch with a breezy kiss on your forehead. You started to crave more intimacy. You wanted to wake up with him every day, to have all of your meals (or mostly of them) sitting at the same table, to have the time to bingewatch your favorite shows while munching on a bag of snacks, to prepare him coffee and take a shower together.

Until one tuesday afternoon you find yourself in a random boba shop, waiting for Jisung to come to the table with your orders. You are mindlessly scrolling through your phone, liking every post about piglets on your home page, when suddenly the picture of a beautiful apartment pops in your feed.

"Baby, I got your oat milk matcha with no sugar".

Jisung slides in the sit in front of yours, placing your boba on a blue napkin and handing it to you. You look up and you find him fighting with his long scarf which got stuck inside his padded jacket. Your green drink stands on the side of his full sugar, full fat milk, choco and caramel boba, together with a slice of raspberry cheescake which looks as big as at least three regular portions.

Jisung, who is now fully engaged in his mortal fight against the wool indument, doesn't notice the way you fondly look at him.

"Sungie, love".

"Uhm, baby, sorry, just a sec- oh, for the love of GOD!! Why is it even more stuck than before? I am gonna die inside of this".

Jisung huffs and plops against the chair, looking red and hot because of the thick layers of clothing around him. You chuckle and stand up to reach him above the table, patiently disentagling the piece of fabric stuck in his zipper. While holding the fringes of the scarf, and eventually giving him the freedom he was seeking, you take advantage of the closeness and you give him a small kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Let's move together".

Jisung, finally able to free himself from the jacket, looks at you with big round eyes.

"What?"

"Sungie, don't boba-eye me while drinking boba, you know I have a limit for the amount of sweetness I can take".

Jisung lets out a small laugh, tiny crinkles all around his shrinked forehead while he readjusts his glasses, slided on the end of his nose because of your peck.

"Do you want to move together?"

He asks while taking a sip of his sickengly sweet drink.

You nod, handling your cellphone to him.

"Look at this, it's nice. One kitchen and a dining room, one bedroom, one bathroom and a tiny studio. It even has a balcony for my plants and flowers. Maybe it's a little tiny but you could use the studio to work on the-"

"Let's go".

You look up to him with questioning eyes. Jisung is already standing up, cheescake untouched on the table.

"Where?"

"Too see this place. I am calling the agency while we look for a cab. Bring your boba, baby, you didn't even have a sip yet".

Jisung turns up to ask for a bag to bring the dessert away and you start feeling tears prickling at the corner of your eyes.

"I love you".

You whisper to yourself while he wears his jacket and scarf again, ready to complain about it in a few minutes.

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"I think this one looks better".

Jisung is handing you a lavander piece of fabric whilst you are invested in looking at two different sets of curtains.

"Uhm, right. Do you think they also have it for the sofa bed? I kinda want to complete it all today".

Jisung folds the soft material and nods, looking for what you asked.

"I'll go ask".

You smile at him, still choosing between the two pieces of forniture in front of you.

Since you signed the contract, you spent the last two weeks dedicating every spare minute of yours by going shopping for your new home. You did have something from your previous apartments, but you and Jisung decided that you preferred to decorate and style your place as you both liked. You already picked almost everything you needed, leaving the choice of bed sheets, towels and curtains to the very end.

Jisung is still talking to the shop assistant while your gaze is captured by a big shiny mirror. The shape is unusual since it doesn’t have any support whatsoever, and you look at it, caressing the cold silver material on the sides which forms a nice flowery pattern. You are about to ask for the price, even if you don't know where you could exatcly put it, your bedroom doesn’t have enough space, until you see that it has a tiny prehensile button on the back.

You smile by yourself while taking note of the model and the series number. Jisung comes back in that exact moment.

"Baby, they also have it for the sofa bed".

He hugs you from behind and places a tiny kiss on your cheek. You turn around to look at him and cheerfully bite at his chin.

"Okay. Let's take it and go grab some dinner. I'm starving".

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"What is this again?"

Jisung is making the bed, pointing at the box standing on the door of your room. The new sheets are freshly washed and smell like cotton and vanilla, the lavander matching prettily with the cream color of the walls and the curtains. Jisung eventually convinced you to take them in lavander too because "It's your favorite color", he stated. "Sungie, we should take something in baby blue. I want to have something in your favorite color too", you tried to reply. "Baby, pleeeease, I love to see you surrounded by purple".

"It's a mirror".

You fold the corner of the sheets and roll the duvet on the feet of the bed. You have a fair amount of soft pillows against the headboard, together with the collection of plushies you and Jisung collected through the years. You placed your favorite on the front, a brown hamster hugging a tiny goat. Jisung ordered the handcrafted plushie and gave it to you as a gift last Christmas because it looked like you two.

"And why are you so mysterious about it?"

You hug him and rub your nose against his. Your lips slightly brush on his cheek and you place a kiss on the plush skin of his face.

"Don't you wanna see it by yourself? Go take the ladder in the meantime".

"The ladd-, well I guess I'll figure it out".

When Jisung comes back, you already unpacked the mirror and placed it on your bed. You sit next to it, watching your clumsy boyfriend tripping on his own feet, risking decapitation for the tenth time today.

When he places the ladder down, he looks at you with questioning eyes, sitting crosslegged and smiley on your new duvet.

Then, he looks at the mirror next to you, and opens his mouth to ask you something, but you can see his face changing a multitude of colors in the next 5 seconds.

"Is that..."

He gulps loudly and you can see his Adam's apple bobbing under the thin skin of his neck.

"Yes, Sungie?" you ask kind of innocently.

"Oh fuck", he gulps once more. "Is that, is this... a ceiling mirror?"

You turn your head to look at said mirror, as you were seeing it for the first time.

"Uh uh".

"Uhm, oh. And you asked for a ladder because..."

Jisung is fidgeting with his fingers. He usually does it when he is anxious about something, or excited. You hum pleasantly.

"Because you have to place it on the ceiling".

Jisung laughs nervously, scratching his scalp with his hand and avoiding to look at the object of your conversation.

"Right, sure, hehe, uhm. On the ceiling. Above the... bed?"

"Above our bed, yes".

You sit more composedly on the bed, sticking your arm out to reach one of Jisung's sweatpants strings and pulling it a little. Jisung gulps for the third time.

"Uh. Baby, my love. My queen? Isn't it-"

"What's wrong, Sungie?"

You pull the strings a little bit more and Jisung stumbles, crashing his legs against the edge of the bed.

"Nothing's wrong. No, no, nooothing at all. Everything is perfect. But... isn't it kinda... sexual?"

From your position you have to look up to see his face. He is blushing already and you can see that his mind is running a thousand miles an hour. You circle his hips with your arms, nuzzling your nose on the thin line of bare skin between the hem of his pants and the t-shirt he is wearing. You place a languid kiss on his hip bone and Jisung trembles in anticipation.

"Yes. It is kinda sexual. But I always wanted to have one. What do you think about it?"

You nibble lightly at the skin around his belly button, the dainty line of hair starting below tickling your chin.

"I... I think I like it too".

You kiss the soft pudge of his tummy one last time and you straighten to pull him away.

"Place it then. We can see if you look pretty in it".

Of course, Jisung trips over himself a few more times before successfully climbing on the ladder and beginning to twist the mirror until it stands at the exact center of the ceiling, just above your mountain of stuffed animals.

When he is done, he climbs back down and puts the ladder away. He looks flushed, a little for the effort of placing the object, a little for what he knows is waiting for him. Then he comes back to your room and he looks at you with hard expectations in his gaze. You smile at him and chuckle quietly. This is always been your way of teasing him, giving him hints and watching him slowly falling apart because of you.

You could spend hours like this, just giving him just an inch of yourself and then taking it back just to see him getting impatient and riled up. But this is your first day in your home. Your home. The place that you will share with him and that will become your nest, and you need him. You cannot stand the teasing either, and every second you spend by making him wait feels like a punishment for yourself.

You scooch back on the mattress and you let yourself fall into the soft pillows behind you.

"Come here, baby. Need you".

Jisung kneels on the edge of the bed and crawls towards you. You open up your arms and part your legs to accomodate him, making him enough space to snuggle on you. His face immediately finds the crook of your neck and you hug him in a tight embrace.

"I cannot believe this is ours".

His words tickle your skin and you laugh, bringing one of your hands up to pet his hair until Jisung puffs a soft mewl.

"I know. It feels surreal". You scratch his scalp and finally acknowledge your reflected image above you. Jisung looks tiny and shy, all wrapped in your embrace. "And I think we should make the best out of our first evening together, what do you think?"

Jisung purrs on your neck. "I think... it would be a terrible idea not to take advantage of it. I'm pretty sure we'll have bad luck if we don't".

Your legs are tightly wrapped around his hips, so you cannot help but feeling him getting slightly hard already. You wiggle your waist a little to readjust your position and you hear his breath getting quicker.

"We don't want bad luck". You whisper and you cup his face with both of your hands, taking his glasses off and placing them on the nightstand next to you.

"Fuck, no". He murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth and pressing his groin against the warmth of your core, still covered by several layers of clothes.

You turn your head to face him completely and you slowly stick out your tongue, licking his lower lip with long laps.

"C'mon then", you whisper before sliding your mouth against his. Jisung's lips are always chopped but soft, and they feel amazing on you. You take your time savoring him, feeling the aftertaste of his mint toothpaste and the strawberry candy he ate before.

You are just happy about this. Being able to be together and watching him all worked up already, the reflection on the ceiling showing the way his legs cannot stay still above you.

But seeing him getting restless, together with his image so clear and neat, awakens something in you, and all of a sudden the press of Jisung's body becomes too much and not enough at the same time. Your body shifts, and suddenly you bring your hand at the small of his back, pushing his body firmly against yours. Jisung keens.

"Sungie".

Jisung hums on your lips, gently rocking his hips above you. His lenght is now fully hard.

"Uhm", he puffs almost desperatly, gripping your hips.

You trace his spine with your fingers and you gently nip at his lips again, leaving a trace of chapstick on his chin.

"What do you think about topping me today?" you smirk and lick another fat strap of skin on his cheek. How does he manages to taste amazing every time?

Jisung freezes. Of course.

"Uhm, w-what?" he looks up to you from his position and laughs nervously. Whatever words he expected to come out from your mouth, these are not the ones.

You hum pleasantly, the red on his face too cute to be real, "You heard me".

“I kinda, uhm.” Jisung's face is burning, gaze flickering everywhere in the room except for your eyes. “I kinda tought you wanted to do what we usually, uhm... what we usually do?” 

"What we usually do? You meant what I usually do". You laugh, but not in a mean or condescending kind of way. You are just amused about the situation Jisung put himself in.

“Yes", he breathes softly, and he finally manages to look away from the headbord and face you. 

“Aren't you the cutest boy", you coo and pinch playfully one of his cheek. Jisung pouts and his face becomes red as a beet.

“You are the meanest", he grumbles. 

Your fingers ghost over the button of his jeans and Jisung pants, bucking his hips in search of the palm your hand, seeking some friction.

"You know it's not remotely true".

You smile, opening the button of Jisung’s pants and slipping your right hand inside. Jisung shivers and hiccups as soon as you trace the outline of his hardened dick.

"And you also know-" you continue, starting a slow stroking motions, grabbing his covered lenght and squeezing it a bit, "that I don't like to repeat myself, uh, Sungie? I think I asked you to top me".

Jisung looks at you, eyes so watery it almost looks he cried. He tries to talk you back, but words are difficult right now. He gulps, nuzzling his face back to the crook of your neck and he nods.

"O-okay, I... I can try. I can".

You hum and squish his cock one more time, bringing your other hand to cup his face as you slot your lips together. Jisung kisses are always sloppy and messy, because he likes them that way. The wetter, the better. You trace him with your tongue, forcing his lips open and licking the roof of his mouth. Jisung is already panting heavily, and you know that if you want him to last more than a minute, you have to stop teasing him immediately, but it's hard, so hard to stop yourself when he looks so soft and pliant on top of you.

You pull down his pants and underwear in one swift motion, and he is suddenly faced with the knowledge that he is really doing that. His first instinct is to quickly step back from you, but your hands grip his hips and you pull him back onto you.

"Sungie, are you nervous?"

Jisung gulps again, his face is red and hot under your gaze. If you didn't know him, you would stop right now. But you know him, you have known him for years now.

"You don't have to be, sweet thing. Just because you have never done this, it doesn’t mean you cannot, right?"

Jisung slowly nods. You can feel his cock, hard and flushed, leaking on the fabric of your pants. You push him even closer to you and keep him locked in eye contact while purring against his nose.

"Wanna do something you like first? Something you are used to?". Your tone is sweet and Jisung brushes his mouth on the corner of yours.

"Uh, uh. Please. Please, let me".

You nod one last time and you pull down your own sweats and panties, the fresh air hitting your aching core is both a teasing and a relief.

Jisung, eyes glassy and lips already shiny with spit, shifts on the mattress until he finds himself in between your parted legs. He looks up to you, asking for permission, and you smile lovingly at him, bringing one hand to his hair and scratching his scalp while he grabs your knees and lower his head to face your glistening pussy.

All the teasing got you dripping, and he nearly mewls at the sight of your wet folds. His index finds your lips and he smears your arousal up to your clit.

"That's it, baby", you sigh.

Jisung parts your folds with his fingers and keeps them open while he lets a drop of saliva fall directly on your clit. As soon as the liquid drips over your entrance, he begins to kiss your pussy all over, smearing the substance on his chin and lips.

The warmth of his tongue is heavenly, and you feel your limbs contracting and releasing soon after. Feeling the grip on his hair getting firmer, Jisung moans and starts to properly lick everything off, his spit and your slick making a mess on his face. He usually likes to take his time with you, but today he is almost frantic as he sucks your clit into his mouth, letting out the most obscene moans directly on you.

The vibrations hit deliciously your core, and with the tip of his tongue he keeps your folds open, his fingers finally finding your entrance and pushing deep into you.

"Fuck, Sungie. My good boy, best boy. Always so good to me, uh? You love to make me all nice and wet before fucking me open?" you moan as he starts to alternate fat licks to open mouthed kisses to your entrance.

"Uh. Mh, love you baby. Love you so fucking much, you... fuck, you taste so good. So sweet".

Jisung keeps pushing his fingers into your warm walls, arousal gushing out of your pussy and covering him up to his knuckles. When he sees your cunt pulsing out some of his spit, he whines and goes back down, sucking wetly at your core and moaning against your entrance.

You let him have his way for a couple of minutes, enjoying the weight of his face on your pussy and all the pretty sounds he is letting out of his mouth. When you feel yourself getting too close, you pull a few strands of his hair, and Jisung detaches his wet lips from you with a loud pop.

"Enough, baby. Time to fuck me now", you whisper, voice coming out of you as if you were running a marathon.

Jisung looks up to you from his position and he looks wrecked, yelping and grinding into the mattress when your fist suddenly grab his shirt and you pull him back on top of you. A thin layer of sweat is covering his neck, and your fingers lace around his nipple through the fabric. His subsequent groan reverbers inside the room.

"You ready baby? Excited?"

You spit on your palm and you wrap your hand around Jisung’s dick, starting a lazy rhythm of stroking and coaxing sweet moans from his mouth while you keep on talking.

"I want you to fuck me fast and steady baby, like I always do when I am on top, okay? Do you think you can do it?"

Jisung nuzzles his face on your body, his nose dragging along the dip in your shoulder, lightly sucking at the skin just above your collarbones. He nods and he finally feels your hand bringing his aching cock near your entrance.

He sniffles from pleasure while the head of his cock brushes against your folds, juices covering his shaft while he insecurely pushes it inside. Your pussy ingulfs the tip and he immediately falls onto you, shaking and moaning loudly.

"Oh, n-no, baby, please. I cannot. I c-can't. Please, plea- AH, p-please".

You moan at the stretch, bringing your hands to the small of his back and pushing his leaking cock all inside of you in just one thrust.

"Sungie, baby, fuck, it's so good. So fucking good. Don't chicken out and-" you circle your hips letting his cock sink deeper into you "-just fuck me".

Jisung nods again because he cannot even seem to be able to speak anymore. Lost in the wet pleasure of your sopping core, he tries his first shy thrust, pulling back almost completely and then pushing back into your heat.

"That's right, just like this baby".

Jisung’s face slumps back onto your shoulder in a desperate attempt to put his shit together and pick up the speed a little, but all he can do is tremble above you. He doesn't perceive anything but the fact that he feels so ashamed and so good at the same time that he thinks he could explode.

You grip his hips to help him regulate his thrusts, but Jisung is so dazzled that he just sighs into your neck and push himself into you messily, his pace all trembling and sloppy.

"I c-can't, shit, sorry- fuck! I'm trying, I sw- ah - I swear!".

His cock bumps slowly into your walls and Jisung hides his hiccups against the skin of your chest. He rubs his face on your breasts and he thrusts a few more times, lacing his mouth on your right tit and sucking your nipple.

"Baby boy". You coo at him trying to hide the building pleasure in your voice. "You just cannot take me, right?"

Jisung nods and nods, his mouth never leaving your comforting breast. He feels mortified for not being able to satisfy your request, but he is hopeless. That is the reason why it's always you the one to top and not him. Jisung feels like he was born to take, born to be be your princess, your toy to play with. And now he is not even able to please your desire. He feels terrible about it, but he can't help it when you feel this good around him that he cannot focus on anything else.

With your hand you grab a handful of his hair and you suddenly pull. Jisung's head is harshly stretched back to expose his neck. And than he sees it.

He sees himself, flushed and shivering in your hold, mouth open and tongue lolling out of it, a dribble of saliva gathered on the corner of his lips. It's mortifying seeing himself like this.

Your grip forces him to stay still while you slowly circle you hips, and his dribbling cock finds its way again in your tight heath. Jisung's hair is sticking to his temples and his face is a gorgeous mess of sweat and tears. He moans loudly as you pick up your pace under him, and his reflection on the mirror serves him with the harsh reality.

“Sungie, just look at you,” you groan while you bring your other arm to his hips and start your own rhythm. Jisung keens, but your hand is not leaving his hair, and his arched back shivers.

"Look at youself, baby boy. You look so good like this".

You are trying to sound as unaffected as you can, but your voice is raspy and deep on Jisung's skin. You can hear the filthy noises filling the room and sticking to the walls around you, as if you were trapped in your own wet bubble of devotion. Jisung looks like he came out of your dreams, his tan body is malleable under your touch and his pubic hair is glistening with little drops of your arousal. The squelching sounds are only interrupted by your boyfriend's tiny ah ah ah and the smacking noise of his balls against the tender fat of your thighs.

Jisung doesn't even know where he is right now. The room is not a room anymore, it's just you. It's you under him, over him, around him, inside and outside of him, singing your love in a way that just Jisung knows how to read. And, as he looks at his own image in the mirror, he sees the way you are twisting his body in a rough yet careful way with your soft and expert hands. The reflected you is rocking your body against his, milking the pleasure out of him as you learnt through the years, and Jisung gets it. He gets why you would want to make him see this. To see himself unravelling on you, body tingling with spasms of pleasure and face hot and so, so enamoured.

Jisung's hips are now moving in tandem with yours. His chubby cock is thrusting sloppily as he feels every clench of your pussy, clit deliciously rubbing against his pelvis every time he nustles himself inside of you.

“So beautiful, Sungie, my love", you moan and your sounds dissipate into thin air. You feel yourself dripping and wetting the sheets under your body, the lavander fabric becoming deep purple with both of your arousal and Jisung's precum.

Jisung brings his hands down to grab your hips and keeps watching at your image above you, a blissed out expression on his watery eyes. Your breasts bounce slightly with every messy push and the layer of sweat on your body makes him wanna lick you all over, but he cannot stop looking at the way you manage to bring him to the edge and yet look so beautiful under him.

"Baby, do you like looking at us? Look how pretty, look how amazing you look fucking into me. My good boy is making me feel so good, so full. Wanna see you finish all inside of me, Sungie. Wanna - ah - w-wanna make you see how you much I love you".

"Ah, god. F-fuck, baby, my baby, I love you so much, you are driving me mad. I am yours, tell me I am y-yours".

Jisung's tears start to dribble down his cheeks again, and he feels the tight coil of pleasure in his stomach quivering inside of him. The image on the mirror is becoming foggy and confused as sweet hiccups spill out between his chapped lips.

Your sopping pussy ingulfs his cock just one more time and his head bumps into your cervix, making your eyes roll back into your head.

"You are mine. Baby, you are just m-mine".

Your orgasm hits you as soon as you murmur these words, Jisung's hips squelching your swollen clit with just the right amount of pressure. Your body spasms for a second and Jisung cries loudly when he feels your body clenching hard around him.

A steady stream of curses comes out of his mouth and he feels like a supernova just exploded inside of his brain, destroying everything it found along its way. He feels your liquids gushing out of you and coating his cock, stretching the band he feels in his stomach to its limits.

"That's it, baby". You pant coming down from your high, your eyes still fogged with pleasure. "Looking gorgeous for me. So good, so beautiful".

Jisung feels like floating and the only thing anchoring him to the earth is your hand, still gripping his hair. The image of your flushed face under him, and the way you are panting all those sweet words makes his head spin. He looks at the part where your bodies are still connected and stares at the white ring of your release at the base of his cock. He throbs painfully inside of you, waiting for your final permission.

"B-baby, fuck, I-I-’m gonna- Oh my god, please, please, please let me, f-fuck, let me!".

"Look at us, my love, keep looking. That's it. Let it all go. Show me. Show me how you make me yours".

You finally let the handful of his hair drop as you bring your hands to cup his face.

"I love you, Jisung".

Jisung’s knees shake and he lets out the most loud and sinful noise his voice lets him. His hips tremble with the force of his orgasm and he buries himself into you while spurting warm ropes of cum. His eyes are glassy and full of tears while he empties himself inside of your clenching walls.

The mirror on the ceiling captures the way he painfully forces his eyes open, gaze locked on the reflection of your body lovingly accepting his seed as he keeps bucking into you. He manages to watch it until his eyes fill with fresh tears and everything becomes blurred above him, still so high on the waves of his orgasm.

When he finally closes his eyes he feels like a newborn, all sensitive and confused, and he collapses on your body with a soft sound, his body still soft and malleable over you.

You hold him close, arms tight around his waist, and you kiss his forehead, savoring the salt on his skin. Jisung turns his head in search of your reassuring gaze, and he finds you already looking at him with the warmest smile on your face. You press your lips against his and you leave a trail of small soft pecks on his mouth until he huffs timidly against you.

"Our home", he breathes quietly.

You kiss him once more, smiling and caressing the wet strands of hair sticking to his face. You look around, and you would never want to be in a different place.

"Our home".

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