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Jisung is one lucky son of a bitch, and he knows it, but oftentimes he likes to push his luck.
“Mmm—fuck,” he gasps, hand gripping tighter around the bunch of hair gathered in the fist of his hand. His eyes are pinched closed, head thrown back against a wall. “Shit—let me—God, you’re good.”
Felix hums around the mouthful of Jisung’s cock with her thanks, the vibrations making Jisung’s toes curl in his socks. She does this thing with her tongue that always drives him mad—he’s full of pride of how she’s this fucking good—
“Baby,” he sighs, breathless, yanking on her hair to pull her off him.
Her lips are vacuum sealed to the root, his head lodged past her tonsils and into her throat with practiced ease. He opens his eyes to look down at her, his other hand squeezed tight around the bunch of his t-shirt fabric crinkled in his grip. Her eyes are so big, dark and watery and unblinking, swollen pink lips glossy with spit. Jisung takes a mental snapshot as she massages his balls gently with her tiny hand. Just how he likes. She always remembers.
“Fe—Felix—”
She blinks, her focus momentarily disrupted enough to make her gag and stop resisting Jisung’s tugs on her ponytail. It’s the hottest sound in the world, her loud retch twisting into a moan, and Jisung’s so lucky he doesn’t come all over her right then and there.
She coughs, gloopy strings of spit webbing between her mouth and his cock, but she uses it to her advantage, keeps her hand moving, the slick noises mingling with each gentle squeeze around the head of his cock.
“Jisung,” she says back, voice rough and scratchy. It makes Jisung’s cock throb.
She’s so fucking hot—even with the neck of her corporate sponsor fundraiser tee stretched out and hanging off one bare shoulder, and the ever-present stain from half a can of Monster all down the front. He can’t see her little running shorts from this angle with her knees tucked under her—maybe she wasn’t wearing any. He can’t fucking remember; his heads fizzy, lightheaded and borderline insane with her attempts to suck his brain through his cock.
“I’m gonna come,” he says, voice pitching feverish and high, trying to keep her open mouth away from him. He’s not ready to come.
“Oh, good,” Felix moves her hand down his shaft with a slightly tighter grip. It’s perfect—but, God. “My jaw hurts.”
“But—” Jisung steps to the side, pushing her hand away, much to the confusion painted on her face. She’s still kneeling, like the good girl she is, facing the wall, and Jisung’s got his pants around his ankles, nearly tripping over them like the loser he is. He almost bends down to pick them up, but: priorities.
Felix cocks up an inquisitive eyebrow, strands of choppy black hair falling over her eyes. “What? You wanna finish on my face?”
Jisung has to clutch his chest—he loves doing that, and he’s lucky her roommate is out of town for the rest of the week. But—“No—”
Felix tips her head onto her shoulder, shifting side to side on her knees with a hum. “Fine,” she crosses her arms and pulls her shirt up and over her head, tossing it behind her and it makes Jisung whimper. The delicate gold link chain and crucifix pendant fall onto her chest. Her torso is bare, no bra or bralette to be seen—just her tiny, perky tits exposed to the elements. Her pink nipples are hard, and she’s still catching her breath.
To make matters worse, Jisung notices she isn’t wearing her shorts—just a pair of white panties with a little blue bow glued onto the waistband. He can see the shadow of a dark line of black pubic hairs peeking out from behind it—like a present, just for him. The sight of it makes his head spin—he knows he’s a pervert the more the fixates on it.
The thing about Felix is—well—she’s a good girl. She only shaves up to her knees, and sometimes her armpits (when she remembers to)—and Jisung doesn’t mind. But, from the moment they started dating, she was very clear about her chastity and the space between her legs:
That’s for me, and when God’s ready to give me a husband.
Jisung thought something was wrong with him for being excited to go out with a virgin. He couldn’t believe it, really–her flirt game was lethal, and she was sexy. Even if most days she wore clothes that swallowed her whole, he knew she was a catch in more ways than one. He just didn’t expect her to be…
But it was nice, really. She was kind, sweet, patient. She was very good about attending mass at the campus chapel every Sunday—it’s the only time he got to see her in a dress. She always carried her rosary in her pocket or tote bag, volunteered at a local after school program and soup kitchen, and read her devotional in the mornings on the bus on her way to class or work. Whenever Jisung’s anxiety picked up, she’d bake him something sweet and offer to pray for him—and it felt silly at first, but after being with her for almost a year now, he swears it helps.
“Can—can we move to the bedroom?” he asks.
Felix averts her eyes to the wall, chewing the corner of her lip for a second before silently getting up on her feet.
“Thanks, my knees were killing me.”
“You gotta tell me these things,” Jisung takes a step forward and almost trips over his pants, stumbling into the wall as Felix leaves him to fend for himself. He hastily kicks them off all the way, his socked feet slipping on the floor as she calmly struts ahead of him.
She’s already on the edge of the bed, legs spread and leaning back on the palms of her hands by the time he rounds the corner into it. He wants to die, and he knows that Felix knows exactly what she’s doing to drive him insane, especially when he can see the dark, wet spot forming on the center of her panties.
Jisung is fully aware she gets turned on giving him head—something she was reluctant to do when they first started dating, but after a few makeout sessions that led to some heavy petting, she readjusted the boundaries and declared: it’s not like you can get me pregnant.
“Damn,” is all he can say, stopping at the foot of the bed with his hands on his hips. He’s still catching his breath, each one still a little shallow, and his jaw hangs open.
Felix pats the bed between her legs, motioning for Jisung to step forward, and he can’t help but follow her instruction with a wide grin. When he reaches her, he looks down to see her head tipped back staring back at him with those sinfully sweet eyes. He leans down, a grin pulling at the corner of his mouth, as he crowds into her space, guiding her to scoot back further up the bed. Jisung hooks his hands under each of her knees and helps her the rest of the way, his desperation making his hands shake.
“Hi,” she says with a smile, and Jisung feels her hand wrap around his throbbing shaft and hisses. “Let me finish.”
“No,” Jisung whimpers, hips moving in time with her hand. It’s insane how his mind is thinking one thing, but his body is doing something else. “Wait—wait——”
Felix frowns, letting her hand fall onto the bed. Jisung pulls at the neck of his shirt, feels the cotton stick to some of the sweat forming on his back as he looks down at Felix and all of her near—naked glory. On her back, her tits look smaller—so small, can fit each of them comfortably in the palms of Jisung’s hands—and a hot pink flush is blooming across her chest and up her neck. She isn’t wearing a speck of makeup, and Jisung can’t believe how beautiful she is—just like this, laid out for him.
“Wait for what?” She throws both her arms above her head, the sparse prickles of hair growing back on her pits, and stretches her body like a cat, eyes going closed and digging her heels into the bed. “Jisung….”
Jisung brings a hand down to gently slap at the wet patch between her legs, and Felix yelps, followed by a moan, her knees closing in on Jisung’s hips. He lowers himself over her, slaps her pussy again, just to hear her cries and watch her shake with it.
“Stop—” she protests, and he does it again, and again, her protests getting weaker, breaths coming in harder. She sounds close, and he wants to swallow down each sound through his lips.
She let him do this to her once, allowing his hand on her enough to make her come, and he’s daydreamed about the way her screwed up face of pleasure looked ever since. She almost cried after, and he held her close, raked his fingers through her hair as he soothed her, let her ride her aftershocks against his thigh.
See, most of the time when they went on with the “heavy petting,” she wouldn't finish in front of him—or at least that’s what Jisung figured out. Early into the relationship, Felix was insistent that as long as she didn’t orgasm, it was fine, she didn't need to finish like him. He thought it was hot, how the more their physical relationship escalated, how she’d deny herself to satisfy him. He wondered how hard he could push her, to make her crave that release with him. About six months ago, Jisung pressed his ear against the bathroom door and heard her moans, pictured her sitting on the toilet rubbing her clit with her panties pooled around her ankles.
Ever since, he’s greedy for it—he wants to be there for all of her firsts.
“You like sucking my cock?” Jisung teases, rubbing the heel of his palm against her mound. She bucks her hips, grinding against it, her resolve weakening by the second and brain succumbing to the desire. Felix nods her head, bringing a thumb up to her mouth to bite down—she looks obscene. “You’re so good at it, baby. I won’t tell anyone what a good slut you are.”
Felix throws a hand over her eyes, whimpers. She confessed she wanted Jisung to be a little mean and nasty with her a month ago—a discovery he was happy to deliver, and he hasn’t let up since she told him she liked it.
He rubs harder, can smell the heady scent of her sex trapping into the fibres of cotton, can hear the echoes of her wet arousal, and God—he wishes he could finger her. Jisung’s so envious of her hands—has she felt her insides? Is she as soft and tight and warm as he imagines? He may never know. He wishes he could tear her apart.
Felix’s face has turned red, her flush warm and Jisung can feel the heat radiating from her body. He can tell she’s close, her thighs attempting to close inward around his torso, and that’s when he pulls away. Felix whines with disappointment, a pout on her face, her hips bucking up toward nothing as Jisung snickers, pulling his shirt off over his head.
He never thought they’d get here—get this far, with only the socks on his feet and her panties being their only saving grace. He imagines tearing them off, burying his face between her legs and slurping up every bit of arousal pouring out of her until his face is shiny with it, showing her what she’s been denying herself all these months.
“Baby,” Jisung says gently, lowering himself over her again, his elbows bracketing her shoulders as he drags his cock against her mound. “Like this.”
Felix throws her head back, hips meeting his and nods, moves her body with him. He can tell she’s so keyed up, leans down to chew at the delicate skin behind her ear, scraping his teeth down the column of her neck. He can smell the faint traces of vanilla body spray left over from the day fading into her hair, can taste the salt on her skin. He wants to devour her.
“Yes,” Felix chants, her moans ringing into Jisung’s ear. “Like that, like that—don’t stop—”
The drag of his cock against the fabric of her panties, the few beads of precum drawing a line on the front of fabric and against her skin—it felt good, but he couldn’t help but imagine how tight she’d be—how sliding into her would feel perfect.
Jisung leans his weight onto one elbow, takes his other hand to slap the head of his cock over her hole, enough friction to pull at her probably swollen and sensitive clit. Felix moans louder when he presses the head against the fabric, threatening to push it into her wet hole, trusting against it to rub the fabric against her clit in circles. He watches her eyes roll back into her head as she shivers.
“Fuck,” he chokes. “I w—wow—”
“Shit,” she sounds fucked out, voice scratchy and spent.
He moves his gaze from between her legs up her torso, traces up the angry red lines marked by her nails scratching at her skin. She’s squeezing at her tits, pinching her fingers at one of her nipples, and Jisung leans down to take the other nipple into his mouth, his brain turning to cotton wool when he hears her moan louder.
He lets go of his cock to hook his fingers around the side of the gusset of her panties, the back of his fingers swiping against the scratchy, wet hairs matted with her arousal. He can smell her more intensely, and Felix yelps at the contact, her hands flying down to this wrist to yank him away.
“What are you doing?!” she asks, and the elastic of the bikini line snaps at her skin, making her moan.
“I just—”
“Jisung,” she pleads. “We can’t….”
“We don’t have to do anything—I just wanted to see—”
He reaches for it again, and her face turns redder, legs still spread as he looks down at her. He can tell her labia is swollen, tender—it looks so puffy, even covered in the hair. The fact she hasn’t shaved down here, doesn’t think about touching it, makes Jisung’s cock twitch. Twenty-four years old and saving herself for the right guy—a guy who wouldn’t care about this trivial shit.
“Jisung,” she whines, and he sees another glob of arousal weep from her hole. She’s so turned on—he wonders if she ever has to use lube when she masturbates. He’s found her vibrators in her nightstand, and wonders if she’s ever been tempted to stick them inside of her. Would that count? If she’s put anything else inside of her, surely he could get his own fingers in there.
He wonders if he proposed fucking her ass, if that might be on the table. It wouldn’t really count—fucking her ass has no intentions to conceive. She already puts his cock in her mouth fairly regularly now—and that counts as sodomy; he’s looked it up. He hasn’t told her that, but maybe if he brings it up—surely her ass wouldn’t be a problem. And he could make it feel good for her.
Jisung taps his thumb against her swollen clit, and Felix thrashes her head against the pillow, back arching off the mattress.
“Oh!” she gasps as he drags against the sensitive hood in gentle circles, swipes down to gather her slick with the pad. “Oh my God—”
He knows he’s playing with fire, thinks it’s so hot to see her panties tugged to the side and all of that glistening slick dribbling down into the trail of dark hairs between her crack. He wonders if she can feel it slipping down, how wet she is. Has she ever been wetter than right now? He doesn’t think she’s allowed herself to be teased this hard—
“Baby,” he whispers, taking her slick to rub against the head of his cock. “Baby—I’m not gonna do anything—”
Felix closes her thighs, but with Jisung bullied between them, there’s nowhere for her to go. He rubs the head of cock between her folds, her wetness gathering against the underside of his cock, and she whimpers, her hands flying up to grab at his shoulders.
“Ji—Jisung—” her voice quivers as she whispers his name, and he slaps the head of his cock against her hole, the wet squelch probably more embarrassing to her when it’s so arousing for him.
Fuck, this is the greatest feeling in the world—she’s so warm, so wet, and this is the closest they’ve ever been. He’ll never forget—he is so hard—
Jisung bucks his hips forward, rubbing against her bare cunt, their shallow breaths speeding up in the silence broken between each wet schlick. Felix moves with him, doesn’t push him away, understands he just wants them to feel each other—this might be better than any of his fantasies he could have come up with. He wants to finish all over her, see the webs of his thick cum soak and dry onto her panties and thick patch of pubes.
“More,” Felix whines, back arching off the bed again, and she leverages her hips to move them up and down faster. “Give it—”
Jisung moves his hips faster, his hand still on the base of his cock to keep it angled upward, the slick glide driving him closer, closer, closer—
Felix moans loudly, twitches, and Jisung holds still to slap his cock faster, lets her move her hips until—
“Aaah!” she gasps, and it’s like time slows down to the millisecond for Jisung as he watches the head of his cock slip into her hole, and her hips come down to suck the head in a little further—
“Oh my God—” he holds still, hand still loosely gripped around the base. It makes him look incriminating, but he doesn’t move a muscle, tries to savor the tight heat wrapped around the tip of cock.
“No!” Felix says, eyes flying open in a panic—which caused her to squeeze even tighter around Jisung. “Oh—oh my—pull out!”
Jisung does as she says, his hard cock slapping up against his abdomen and he immediately leans down to kiss her burning red cheek. “It’s okay—”
“No, no it’s not!” She sounds a little hysterical as he tries to wipe her black fringe away from her sweaty forehead. “Oh my God, what are we doing?!”
“Babe—it’s gonna be okay—” He peppers more kisses across her face, hoping to soothe her.
“I just lost my virginity—”
“No, no you didn—”
“We aren’t even engaged!”
Jisung puts his finger to her lips to hush her, stares into her watering eyes. “Felix. Listen to me.”
She huffs a few times, but gives him her attention.
“If it’s any consolation—we don’t have a pope right now.”
Felix’s eyebrows scrunch up with confusion. “What?”
“I’m trying to help you feel better about this.”
Felix slaps his hand away from her face. “The pope dies, and you’re saying it’s okay to stick your dick in me? Are you stupid?”
Jisung raises his eyebrows, ignores the way her words make his cock twitch, and paints a pleading look on his face. “What if it’s, like, divine intervention? Premarital shouldn’t count right now, you know?”
Felix chews on her lip and laughs a little, but quickly steals her face into something more serious.
“Will it hurt?” she asks, so sweetly, and it makes Jisung’s jackhammering heart plunge straight into the pit of his stomach.
He tilts his head to the side. “Will what hurt?”
Felix licks her lips, eyes averting side to side before looking back up at him. “If you…”
He feels her hand wrap around his cock again, and she guides the head back to her hole, teases it against her entrance without finishing the sentence. It makes him feel insane, but he wraps his hand around hers, takes over teasing her, watches her lids fall half closed and mouth fall open into a perfect little O.
“No,” he teases his head against her clit, his eyes looking between her legs and her face. He doesn’t want to miss this moment. “I won’t let it.”
He decides to watch her face as he pushes in, terribly slowly, her body welcoming and warm, swallowing him with ease as he sinks into her deeper. Jisung reminds her to breathe, to relax, that it’s okay as she clamors her hands around his neck and pulls him closer, their foreheads resting against each other.
“Shit,” she whispers between gasps. “It feels bigger than it looks.”
Jisung tries not to laugh—he doesn’t know if he should be flattered, but he gently rocks his hips forward and pulls out, sets a slow and steady rhythm to rock in and out of her. It’s a million times better than he could have imagined—a year of dreaming about this and now he has to pace himself and savor it—who knows if Felix is going to change her mind about this. What if she hates it? He needs to make it good—
He works up his pace, pulling out of her slow and pushing back in a little quicker, slipping a hand around her hip to pull her lower back up from the bed to help leverage her better, figure out her sweet spot to feel it all—
“Oh,” Felix sighs, thighs tightening around his hips, hands falling to grip at the duvet. “Ooh, ye—yes—”
Jisung feels his pride swell in his chest. “So fucking tight.”
“I—is that good?”
Jisung feels hysterical. “Yes, baby—letting me be your first.”
Felix smiles, hand brushing Jisung’s hair away from his forehead, and he’s filled with so much adoration that he almost forgets how horny he is for a moment. “My first.”
He fucks into her harder, pulls a chorus of obscene moans, reaches a hand between them to rub at her clit, savors every squeeze around his cock. Jisung’s shocked he’s lasted this long, has to keep reminding himself he needs to make this last, to keep it going as long as he can handle it.
He hooks one of Felix’s knees under his arm and pulls it up, allowing himself to fuck into her deep, luring louder moans to spill from her mouth.
“Fuck,” Felix chants, over and over again, each thrust brushing more pressure against her clit. He can feel her shake, and can tell she’s close. “Jisung—Ji—I’m gonna—I’m—”
Jisung keeps fucking her, the sound of their wet, sweaty skin slapping against each other. She throws her head back with a gasp, the column of her neck exposed, her necklace shining under the light as she spasms around his cock, coming with a cry. He doesn’t stop, even when she starts to scream from the overstimulation, his hand coming back to stimulate her clit, her foot nearly smacking him across the head.
“What the fuck!” Felix sobs.
She comes again, her body quaking, and this time he feels her gush between them, the pressure of her release splattering between their bodies, but he pulls out, letting her gaping hole push out another burst. Her pussy is so pink, so raw, and Jisung is so close.
Felix starfishes out on the bed, body limp and shivering as Jisung’s hand tugs at lightning speed to finish over her torso.
“Inside,” she says between gasping breaths.
Jisung doesn’t stop jerking himself, is focusing on the way Felix’s grip around him made him dizzy. “What?”
“Finish. Inside. Me.”
Jisung doesn’t even question her, pushes the head of his cock inside her again—her warmth making him moan as he keeps up his motions, his orgasm finally hitting and cresting in waves, his release finishing inside of her at her wish. When he pulls out, he’s mesmerized to see it dribble out of her, mingling with the sheen of her own cum drying on her thighs and bikini line. It’s surreal, really—and he pushes back inside of her a few times, pushing it back inside as he leans down to kiss her lips.
He pulls away when he fully pulls out, forehead resting against hers to catch his breath. Felix giggles, hooking her leg around his hip to push them onto their sides, snuggling her face against his neck to kiss him there.
“Wow,” Jisung says, wrapping his arm around her, fingers tracing shapes up and down the knobs of her spine. It’s like his head is lifted from the fog and is realizing everything that just happened. He just fucked Felix and finished inside of her. None of Jisung’s exes let him do that. What in the fuck.
“Thank you,” she plants a wet kiss against the corner of his mouth, her small hand squeezing at the tired muscles around his shoulders. “How many times do you think we can do that until we get a new pope?”
Jisung feels his eyes bulge open, his tired dick twitch. “You’re not serious.”
Felix props her head up on her hand, elbow digging into the bed. “Well, as long as you don’t wear a condom.”
Jisung gasps. “Lix, baby—you can’t keep saying these things.”
Felix pulls her leg up his torso higher, and he almost feels his half-hard cock slip back inside her, but he pulls his hips back in time.
She pouts, and how can Jisung deny a face like that. “But I liked it….”
“Give me a minute,” he begs, but Felix has always been impatient.
“I’m not on birth control—Plan B doesn't count right now, either.”
Jisung feels like he’s been punched in the gut, his dick fighting between rest and recovery versus every lethal word spilling from Felix’s mouth. “You’re not making this any easier….”
“Hurry up, or I’m going to go play League.”
Jisung anchors his hand on her waist, holds her still as she squirms to break free. “Oh no you don’t—”
She pushes him onto his back and kisses him gently, lazily, exactly how Jisung likes it. He's one lucky son of a bitch.