Daisy 🌼

jisung stopped breathing the exact moment your hand settled on his thigh under the table.

it was a small gesture, almost innocent. one no one else would’ve noticed except him.

sitting beside him, back straight, a perfectly practiced smile on your lips, you nodded softly at everything his mother said, like nothing was happening. like you weren’t sliding your fingers a little higher with every passing second.

like you weren’t testing exactly how much he could take.

and still, there you were.

at the han’s table, surrounded by laughter, silverware clinking against plates, light conversation that had nothing to do with the way jisung gripped his utensils too tight, desperately needing something, anything, to hold onto.

it was your first time stepping into that house. or at least, that’s what they believed.

no need to mention the nights you’d slipped in quietly, through the back door or the half-open window of their “well-behaved son.”

especially not now. not when your hand had just found exactly what it was looking for.

jisung swallowed, eyes fixed on his plate like he could actually focus on the food.

he couldn’t. not when your fingers pressed more deliberately through the fabric, pulling a short, barely audible breath from him.

he glanced up for a second and found you already looking at him, that soft, polite smile still in place.

completely harmless to anyone else, but not to him.

“it’s almost insulting jisung never told us about you when you’re such a sweet girl,” his father commented, serving himself more salad.

“right? he doesn’t bring many friends over, so we’re really happy to have you here,” mrs. han added warmly.

sweet.

the word hung in the air right as your hand finally reached where you wanted it.

when he looked back at you, something had changed in his eyes. something more exposed,  more vulnerable, more lost. you held his gaze, unhurried, tilting your head just slightly, lashes lowering in a soft, almost playful way.

and then, without breaking eye contact, you moved your hand. slow, deliberate. jisung stopped breathing. literally.

he shifted in his seat, a small movement, but not quite subtle enough. his brows pulled together, his legs parting just a bit more without realizing it, giving you better access.

huge mistake.

your thumb pressed more intentionally against the tip this time, and his head dipped forward for a second, like he needed to pull himself together before anyone noticed.

but no one said anything.

no one saw him the way you did. no one knew what had been happening between you for months.

and that was exactly what was driving him insane.

“this is wrong…” he murmured under his breath, more to himself than to you.

but he didn’t move your hand away.

not when your fingers moved again. not when his breathing turned uneven. not when he looked at you, clearly waiting for you to be the one to stop.

and you didn’t, because you didn’t want to. because seeing him like this—tense, confused, completely at your mercy—was way too easy to enjoy.

when the heat pooling in your abdomen started getting too obvious, you stopped. not abruptly, not harshly. you just pulled away like it had never happened.

jisung let out a breath that almost turned into a whine, and that, more than anything, made you smile.

you dabbed your lips with your napkin calmly, like nothing had changed, and stood up. your eyes went straight to him. you smiled sweet, calm, dangerous.

jisung swallowed immediately, understanding right away.

“excuse me,” you said softly. “jisung, could you show me where the bathroom is?”

it wasn’t a suggestion.

his chair scraped loudly against the floor when he stood up too fast. he silently thanked the loose clothes he was wearing for hiding his very obvious erection.

they left the dining room while his parents kept talking like nothing was happening.

but the moment they turned the corner and the door shut, jisung barely had time to react before you shoved him back against the wood. your lips crashed into a wet, urgent kiss.

“mmmh-” jisung whimpered against your mouth.

his fingers tensed instantly, scratching at the door behind him when your tongue slipped in, slow, uninvited. your hands pressed into his shoulders, just enough to keep him there, nowhere to go.

he melted almost instantly.

when you pulled back, just enough to breathe, you saw him clearly. glasses slightly fogged. eyes glassy. completely wrecked. pupils blown. lips parted, wet.

he looked at you like he’d already lost.

you smiled. not softly, not this time.

your fingers slid into his hair, fixing strands you’d messed up yourself.

“y-you… we shouldn’t-” he murmured weakly. “not with my parents here…”

you didn’t let him finish before kissing him again, harder, hungrier this time.

his words broke against your mouth when you shoved him back into the door again, slipping your thigh between his legs, pressing right against him. your hands came up to his shoulders, careless.

“you always say we should stop…” you murmured against his lips. “but you never pull away.”

your hand slid down his chest, fingers barely grazing the fabric until they found the worn elastic of his pants. you paused there for just a second, looked at him, and then pressed.

jisung’s breath left him like it got knocked out, but he didn’t move your hand away. didn’t even try. if anything, his fingers tightened around your wrist when you started pulling back.

you paused and smiled. that was exactly the reaction you were waiting for.

you didn’t say anything else, you didn’t need to. you went back to him, your lips finding his jaw first, trailing down slowly, deliberate, to his neck.

you left a line of wet kisses, biting lightly along his neck and exposed collarbone. he could feel everything, every lick, every open-mouthed kiss, unhurried.

jisung’s eyes fluttered shut instantly, head tilting, giving in without even realizing it.

“ah…” he whimpered, eyes squeezing shut.

his hands found your waist like they belonged there, slipping under the fabric, searching for skin.

he shivered when your cold fingers slid under his shirt, a low sound slipping from his throat, and you knew he was completely gone.

with his judgment gone, he didn’t hesitate when you pulled his shirt off. didn’t even think. his hands clung tighter to you as the fabric disappeared, like he needed something to ground himself.

your lips kept moving down his chest, your hands exploring freely now, slow… dangerously slow. and still, you didn’t stop touching him.

when your fingers found his crotch again, your thumb brushed over the tip through the fabric, tentative. jisung hissed, cursing under his breath.

“fuck…”

his words broke into quiet moans, completely unable to stay coherent. his hands moved up, clumsy, finding your chest, squeezing without care, needing more, always more, trying to get under your tight top.

“someone-” he gasped, barely aware of what he was saying. “someone could come in…”

you looked at him and smiled slowly. you pulled your shirt off right in front of him, unhurried, like you had all the time in the world.

“then we should hurry… don’t you think?”

jisung stopped breathing. he couldn’t react. and when you leaned in to press a quick kiss to his lips, he wasn’t thinking about anything except you.

and then you dropped to your knees right in front of him. jisung gasped, louder than he meant to. completely caught off guard. completely fucked.

your fingers slid under the loose fabric without hesitation. one tug and he lost the air in his lungs.

“ah- wait-”

his back hit the door harder when you freed him, his body reacting before he could even process it.

you bit your lip, watching the tip of his cock peek over the waistband, flushed, wet with precum.

“i always forget how big you are…” you murmured, voice low, almost thoughtful. “you’re such a problem, sungie…”

that broke him more than it should’ve.

jisung looked away immediately, flushed red, breathing through his mouth like that would help, like that could fight the overwhelming urge to grab your face and fuck your mouth raw.

it didn’t help. nothing did. you’d been stuck in his head for days. he’d been touching himself thinking about you. about seeing you again. about hearing you moan his name under him.

and now you were here, on your knees like it was nothing. like you weren’t pushing him right to the edge.

“n-no-don’t do that…” he tried weakly.

you didn’t look at him right away. first, you freed him completely from his damp boxers, your hand wrapping around him with a confidence that pulled a broken moan out of him.

“mmmh- this?” you asked, finally looking up.

that look from below sent a sharp jolt through him until his cock. his fingers flew to his hair, tugging hard, frustrated, needy… it was too much.

“wait- wait, please-” his voice shook. “if you keep going i won’t-”

you didn’t let him finish. you leaned in and dragged your tongue slowly along his length, all the way up to the tip. like you knew exactly what you were doing.

“f-fuck…”

it came out choked, his legs shaking as he tried to hold onto something, but there was nothing. just you and what you were doing to him.

his hand dropped to your head almost on instinct, unsure at first, gripping tighter when you started moving.

“mmmh- don’t- don’t do that-” he whimpered, completely contradictory, pushing lightly like he didn’t know if he wanted more or to stop you. “i can’t- i can’t-”

but you didn’t stop, not for a second. your pace stayed slow, controlled, like you were testing him. like you wanted to see how long it would take before he broke.

and it wasn’t long.

“your mouth…” he gasped, completely gone. “feels- fuck- too good…”

his words fell apart between moans, unable to hold a full sentence. and you knew, you could see it, feel it.

so you pulled back just enough to breathe, just enough to look at him. and gave him that smile.

jisung let out a weak, desperate laugh, dragging a hand over his face like he was trying to recover.

“you’re…” he muttered, shaking his head. “you’re impossible…”

you opened your mouth to reply something sarcastic, but he didn’t let you. he couldn’t. he yanked you back down, pushing his cock into your mouth in one rough movement that made you choke.

he needed more. couldn’t think about anything except fucking your pretty mouth until he couldn’t anymore.

“i’m sorry- i’m sorry- i can’t-” he rambled, voice shaking as he guided you again. “i need- just- please…”

there it was. that needy, broken tone. completely wrecked by you.

that was all you needed to switch your pace, deeper, messier. his moans got louder, less controlled, echoing in the small space as he completely lost himself.

he wasn’t thinking about where he was. who could hear him. nothing.

“ah- fuck… fuck-” he repeated, senseless, unfiltered. “i can’t- i’m-”

his fingers tightened in your hair, his breathing turning chaotic.

“baby… baby, please-” his voice broke completely. “let me- let me come in your mouth- i can’t-”

it wasn’t an order. it was a real, pure, desperate plea.

and you didn’t stop. you pushed him exactly where you wanted him.

his legs buckled slightly, his whole body tensing as a choked moan tore out of him. and when he finally broke, it was hard, messy. no restraint. exactly how you knew it would be.

his grip tightened, his head falling back against the door, his breathing falling apart, shaky, uneven.

“ah… ah- fuck…” his voice barely there now.

jisung fixed his clothes with clumsy movements, way too fast for someone who clearly wasn’t ready to come back to reality. his hands trembled slightly as he adjusted his pants, his glasses, his hair. anything to feel normal again.

“i-i’m sorry…” he started, voice still unsteady, quieter than usual. “i couldn’t stop… it’s just-” he swallowed, looking away. “you felt too good and i…”

he didn’t finish. he couldn’t. his hands found yours to help you up, but the gesture lingered longer than necessary. like he didn’t want to let go just yet.

like he didn’t want to fully break whatever had just happened.

you, on the other hand, moved calmly. you turned on the sink, water filling the silence as you washed your hands, rinsed your mouth, like this was routine.

like you hadn’t just completely wrecked him seconds ago.

jisung watched you openly. that strange look on his face, half disbelief, half something softer.

he picked up your shirt and his, holding them for a second before handing them to you. he avoided your eyes when you stepped closer, gaze dropping like he didn’t know what to do with everything he was feeling.

your laugh was soft, light. you leaned in just enough to press a quick kiss to his cheek. almost innocent.

“relax, sungie…” you murmured, fixing your clothes in the mirror. “it’s not like i don’t like it when you lose control.”

your voice had changed. lower, more intimate. you met his eyes in the reflection and there it was again. that look that kept him frozen. jisung lifted his gaze slowly, meeting yours in the mirror. completely exposed.

he smiled a little, awkward, like he didn’t know what to do with his hands, what to say, how to react without falling right back into it.

because he knew he would.

“tell your parents my mom called and i have to go,” you said casually, like nothing had happened. like you weren’t knocking the air out of him again. “and thank them for everything, ‘kay?”

you didn’t wait for an answer, just walked to the door. and that hurt more than it should’ve.

jisung felt it immediately, tight in his chest, uncomfortable, like something was slipping through his fingers before he could grab it.

“wait-”

the word came out before he could think. he caught your wrist, gentle, but enough.

when you turned, he saw it clearly in your eyes. you knew. his grip loosened slightly, unsure. he didn’t even know what he was asking. just that he didn’t want you to leave like that.

you stepped closer, just enough. invading his space again. you smiled and your finger tapped the tip of his nose, light, almost playful.

“don’t think this ends here,” you murmured, voice dropping as you leaned closer to his ear, your quiet laugh brushing his skin. “you have no idea how bad i want you to fuck me against your desk.”

you pulled away without looking back. no hesitation, no break in rhythm. and left him there, standing still, breathing heavier than usual, lips parted. mind completely blank.

jisung dragged a hand down his face, letting out a low, disbelieving laugh.

“shit…”

it hadn’t even been ten seconds and he already wanted you again. much more.

but today was different. 

instead of feeling his hands touch you, you felt the touch of something.

your eyes fluttered open, your body immediately shivering as you felt something sticky drip on your exposed chest. chan was hovering over you, his smile ever so innocent, “good morning, princess.” 

“channie,” you breathe, already feeling your senses being flooded by him. you were facing up, with your faces inches apart, and his naked muscles flexed as he gave the bottle in his hand a rough jerk, making a moan escape you as the cold syrup fell on your now-hardened nipple. “what are you doing, love?” 

he only smiled, keeping the bottle aside as he lowered his face to your chest, making your core ache every time his breath teased your coated tits.

“i was planning to bring you breakfast in bed because of how good you were last night,” his tongue only slightly tapped your nipple, but the sensation made your back arc, begging for more. “and i just came here for a treat, but you look so peaceful sleeping,” he suddenly sat up straight, his absence making your head spin. “so i guess i’ll let you get back to it.” 

“baby,” you whimpered, barely awake but so needy, clutching on to his arm as he stood up, your thighs instinctively clenching together. 

chan smirked, very aware of the effect he had on you. “hmn? what is it, princess?”

you huffed, annoyed at him for playing so coy. your hand went up to your breasts, fingers making a mess of the sticky syrup. “help me clean up?”

“use your magic words, baby,” but he was already on the bed, his arms caging you.

“its not fair when you were the one who made the mess in the first place,” you pouted, casually licking your fingers. 

“oh yeah?” he held your wrist in his hand, pinning them above you. “i’m so sorry, darling. let me make it up to you.” 

in a flash, his mouth was on you, taking your sensitive nipple in his mouth as if he were a starved man. your free hand wove into his hair, nails lightly scraping his scalp in a way that sent shivers racing down his spine.

he sucked and licked impatiently, your back arching whenever his teeth grazed your tender peak. he detached himself for a moment, only for him to push his tongue out, lapping up the remnants of the syrup from your chest. you moaned in pleasure, your mind going blank with just his hot tongue on your body. 

“look at you, baby,” he whispered, his tongue licking your jaw, “so needy, and i haven’t even used my hands yet.”

“pl-please, chan,” your body stilled as his fingers traveled to your exposed cunt as he peppered kisses along your jaw. 

“my girl is so dirty,” his fingers glistened, and he pinched and rubbed your tits with them, coating you with your own wetness. “gotta make sure she’s spotless.”

you were sure you wouldn't last a second longer if he continued licking your already hardened nipples, and a wave of pleasure washed over you as you felt him sink his teeth in. your body shuddered, and it continued doing so as chan’s fingers found their way to your cunt, helping you ride your high. 

“did you just?” chan chuckled as you collapsed limply on the bed, utterly spent, and he felt extremely cocky. “i didn’t know i was that good, baby,”

“oh, shut up,” you covered your face with your hands, your face burning. “i’m still sore from last night okay? or more like, two hours ago,” 

“my girl is so damn hot,” he rushed to pull his sweats down, his hard cock already glistening with his precum. “i need to finish inside you, baby,”

“nuh-uh,” you tried to get up to push him away, but you felt too exhausted. sensing your fatigue, he gently caressed your hair, muttering soft praises. “you finished the whole box yesterday, remember?”

“oh come on,” he groaned, still fisting his erection. he knew how exhausted you were and wasn’t about to ask you to give him head, but he also didn’t want to finish alone in the shower. “i promise i’ll pull out?”

“i think i have a better idea,” you watched his features darken as your pushed your tender breasts together, eyes inviting him to fuck you. 

he moved over in an instant, positioning himself over you as you lay flat, careful not to crush you under his weight. your body trembled as his calloused hands took your breasts in his, your nipples still tender from his licks and bites. 

“you sure you want this?” he whispered, and the tiniest nod from your gave him the permission to ram his cock through your soft tits, his huge dick hitting your chin in the first few thrusts. 

this was his first time fucking your tits, and bang chan felt like he was in heaven. the way his dick slipped between your voluptuous breasts made him go harder with each thrust, and when you repositioned your mouth so that with every thrust his tip just edge your mouth made him see stars. 

“that’s it, princess,” he grunted, watching your face contort in pleasure whenever he squeezed your tits too hard, pushed his cock too further up in your mouth. “you’re doing so well for me. does it feel good to have your tits fucked? hm?” 

“mhm,” you whimpered, feeling another orgasm building up as your hands played with your clit, your movements becoming increasingly more erratic with each rough thrust from chan. 

it was all too much for you to bear; your cunt clenched around thin air, trying to feel as good as your other senses were feeling with each rough squeeze from chan’s hands. your tits were red now, and you were sure chan’s grip would leave marks, but you were too much in pleasure to care about any of that, the overstimulation making the pain turn into pleasure. 

your fingers curled inside your cunt as your felt chan buckle his hips, his thrusts becoming slower but harder. “i”m gonna come baby, you want me to come on your face? yeah? or you wanna drink it up like a whore?” 

as you felt him near his release, you lifted your head, taking his cock inside your mouth. his hips gave a sudden, forceful jerk as he came, releasing his hot cum inside you. tears prickled your eyes as you took his load in, swallowing as much as you can.

you gagged as his cum dribbled out from the side of your lips, and knowing you were at your limit, chan pulled out of your mouth, spilling the rest of his cum all over your face. you came for the second time, your body quivering in pleasure. 

“oh baby, look at you,” he huffed, out of breath. he put two fingers in your mouth, smiling as he saw you swallow his load. “you did so well, princess, i’m so proud of you.” 

you smiled, feeling content, your tongue sticking out of your mouth to lick his release from your face. “thank you for the breakfast in bed, channie.”