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[ 한지성 ] — your friend is willing to do anything to help you cool off from the heat

cw : mdni , afab!reader, oral (fem) , fingering , temperature play , lowk oral fixation , uhh i think thats all??

wc : 3.2k!!

notes : i DESPERATELY need a beta writer of some sorts bc i'm sure this is full on spelling errors (sorry) also if this gets attention i'll write a pt2

it was mid-summer in south korea and you were suffering. this summer is most definitely one of the hottest in years. at any home improvement store within a 30-mile radius, all fans and air conditioners were completely sold out. if anyone were to go outside barefoot, they would undoubtably burn the soles of their feet on the hot ground. getting inside a car with leather seats was practically a death wish.

the only thing that was saving you from actually melting was the tiny ac unit that came with your apartment and probably hasn’t worked correctly for at least ten years. conveniently, the air conditioner was in the living room of your mediocre apartment. you did have a pretty decent pedestal fan that you had placed in your bedroom. now these would usually help a lot, but again, your building was quite old, so it was made up of thick layers of building materials that worked perfectly to keep the cold out but terribly to keep the heat out, as well as sucking at having any airflow, so when the small housing situation is swelteringly hot, it stays hot.

right now, you’re flopped out on the faux leather couch in your living room. you’ve been choosing to stay in the living area during the day when you’re not staying in the café down the street for their aircon, because the temperature is typically cooler than in your room, even if it is just slightly.

you’ve opted to wear the least clothes you can get away with while still being clothed. a form-fitting pale blue camisole is worn on your top half; no bra because you were in the comfort of your own house and because you’d rather be dead than wear a bra in this heat. on your bottom half, you’re wearing a teeny tiny pair of gray cotton sweat shorts that almost look more like boy short underwear.

a shiny layer of sweat is apparent on your whole body, and the dampness leaves you feeling disgustingly uncomfortable. your hair is tied up in the messiest of messy buns you think you’ve ever managed to do.

you nearly jump out of your skin when you hear a rhythmic knocking on the door to your home, but settle down when you realize that there’s only one person that would knock like that.

getting up from your comfy-ish spot on the couch, hissing at the painful sensation of your bare skin unsticking to the sofa, you reach for the door and unlock it, then pull it open. you’re greeted with your smiling best friend, who you’ve known since the beginning of college.

despite your visibly sweaty skin, jisung still pulls you into a bone-crushing hug, picking your feet up off the ground and swaying you back and forth as if he’s a child hugging their favorite stuffed animal. him acting as if the two of you hadn’t seen each other in ages, even though you were out to lunch with some mutual friend a few days ago, makes you huff out a laugh.

when he puts you down and lets go of you, he waves a convenience store bag in front of your face. “i brought something for you,” he says with a bright smile and walks over to your couch, then plops down on it as if it were his place.

you join him on the couch, leaning on his shoulder and turning on the tv, putting on a show the both of you like. he pulls an ice cream popsicle out of the plastic bag and tears the wrapping off of it.

"c'mon, open," he presses the popsicle onto your lips, catching you by surprise from the action and coldness.

nonetheless, you open your mouth and let him push the frozen treat into your mouth. you give him an appreciative nod and an eyebrow raise, taking the wooden stick out of his hand. a quiet hum rumbles in your chest from the sweet vanilla bean taste.

"why is your apartment so hot? it's for real hotter in here than it is outside. you know, you should stay with me when it gets this warm." jisung talks animatedly while occasionally glancing at you.

as soon as he says the last sentence, you dismissively shake your head and take the popsicle out of your mouth. "no? i don't wanna bother minho, it's his place too. and it isn't that bad. i think i'm learning to live with it honestly."

his eyebrows scrunch up, and a soft pout paints itself onto his light pink lips. "what? minho likes you; he wouldn't mind. also, you getting used to the heat is concerning, by the way."

instantly, when he sees and hears you open your mouth and take in a deep breath, ready to say a rebuttal, he grabs the hand that's holding onto the wood stick and moves it to shove the popsicle into your mouth again. after sputtering, you slap his chest, which in turn makes him whine about how he was sore from his workout.

you reach your arm back in a playful fighting motion, like you were winding back to punch him. both of his hands go up in mock mercy, and he starts paying attention to the television rather than messing with you.

after probably not even five minutes of watching tv you could tell that the heat was starting to get to him.

a sheen layer of sweat covers his face, neck, chest, and arms. he constantly pulls his tank top up off of his skin to cool himself off, although it's not doing much. he's not really dressed for the heat, wearing a black tank top and gray sweatpants.

"God, i'm melting!" jisung groans and dramatically flops onto your lap, his head resting on your thighs. he puts his forearm over his eyes as if he’s a damsel in distress.

you ignore his statement and continue to watch the show you put on. the only reason you ignore him is since you’re well aware of the temperature. to mess with him a bit, you bounce your right leg up a bit, which bumps his head up and down quickly, making him let out a distasteful groan.

he moves the arm that’s covering his face and takes the half-eaten popsicle out of your hand. then, he licks a long strip of it, the white ice cream visibly coating his tongue. it’s common for you guys to share food and drinks, but never anything like this, where he’s most likely licking up some of your saliva.

thinking about it makes your ears and cheeks feel warmer than they already are; thinking about it mixed with watching the pretty pink muscle lap up the dripping ice cream makes a weird sensation appear in your lower stomach.

after a while, jisung puts the treat up to your mouth, just as he did before. however, this time when you open your mouth for him to stick it back in there, he pushes it in, but doesn’t let go of it. he moves it along your tongue in a provocative manner that he had never used with you. of course, you’d seen him act jokingly sexual with your friends like minho and chan, but he’s never been this way with you.

“can i eat you out?”

the question makes you harshly grab onto his wrist and pull the dessert out of your mouth. you let out a surprised ‘huhh’, looking at him shocked.

“oh come on,” he whines, “please! it’ll help you cool off, trust me, please, i have a plan. i wanna taste you! pretty please?”

“jisung.. i don’t know, wouldn’t that be weird? i don’t want to make it weird between us, because if it’s weird between us then the guys will notice, then they’ll ask, and you know how bad you are at keeping secrets, and then they’d probably think i’m trying to get passed around by the friend group and stop being friends with me because i’m a slut.” you rant, and he simply looks up at you with a pleading expression.

his left hand sneakily creeps up to your chest while you’re talking, and his thumb finds a resting stop right on one of your nipples that were most likely visible through the light color of your top, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about it being see through since the hot weather felt as if it was draining you of all your energy.

you slightly squirm when you feel his finger lightly press down and draw circles. he looks up at you, your brows tightly drawn together and your thighs tensing.

“please, will you let me? i’ll make you feel soo good, i promise.” jisung begs, his hand leaving your breast as he sits up and looks you in the eyes, giving you the most convincing boba eyes he can muster. "wanna taste you so bad.." he murmurs sadly.

you look at him sternly for a moment, but he stays strong, battling you with a pleading look and pout.

finally, your gaze drops down to your lap, and you nod, giving him permission.

he lets out an excited laugh and grabs you by both of your cheeks, quickly pressing a kiss to your lips. as soon as you felt his touch on your face, it was gone and moved down to your legs.

jisung slides both hands under your knees and pulls you to lay on the couch with your head right by the armrest, and your feet pressed to the sofa cushion on either side of him.

a quiet gasp is pulled from you at his hurried action, but it doesn't surprise you much that this is how jisung is acting.

four fingers on either hand slip into the waistband of your shorts and underwear. your best friend peers up at you for your permission, and help to take them off.

you take a deep breath, seeing his flushed cheeks and round eyes when he gazes at you. nonetheless, you lift your hips up so he can pull your pants as well as panties down.

instantly, once he sees your wet core, he dives in.

he feverishly laps at your slick, groaning loudly at the taste. the vibrations of his noise draw a breathless moan from you. his tongue desperately cleans all of the clear slick on your cunt and replaces it with his spit.

once he gets the majority of your slick, he plunges the thick muscle into your hole, causing your legs to open farther and your back to arch, your body instinctively moving to get more of the sensation. he messily swirls his tongue around like he's making out with your pussy.

moans fall out of jisung's mouth just as they do yours, and it begins to sound like a beautiful song.

your hips start to move on their own, grinding your core onto his face, and if it were any other man, you'd be insanely embarrassed, but you trust jisung, and it's clear he likes this as much as you do. if not more.

when he looks up at you, he feels like he could cum right in his pants at the mere sight of you.

your eyebrows drawn together in a begging expression, legs spread open, and back arched up. your eyes are squeezed shut, and plump tears gather in the corners of your eyes. the sounds that are coming out of you are heavenly, and jisung can't help but try and pull more sounds and reactions out of you.

to get more reactions he moves away from your hole and up to your clit.

he sucks the bud into his mouth and hums. then, he plunges his middle finger inside of you.

a particularly loud string of moans tumbles out of you, and the tears gathering in your eyes finally roll down the sides of your face.

"fuckk.. so good, sungie!" your words encourage him to start moving his middle finger. the digit curls up, searching for the spongy spot inside of you.

it takes him no time to find it, his one finger relentlessly curling up and hitting it, making you squirm in pleasure. your heels dig into his back, desperately needing something to stay grounded.

once he thinks you can take it, he slides in his ring finger.

the slight stinging stretch is quickly forgotten about as soon as you feel a freezing sensation on your lower stomach between your hips. your lower half jerks in surprise.

the feeling makes you peel your eyes open and look down, just to see jisungs free hand holding a square ice cube.

he runs the block down to your crotch and momentarily parts from your cunt to pop the ice in his mouth. his puffy lips suction back onto your clit, and your whole body jolts at the cold that's immediately pressed on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

it's like nothing you've ever felt before, and he can feel that you're getting close to your orgasm by the way your moans get higher pitched and how your walls squeeze around his digits.

the almost painful coldness accompanied by the constant stimulation against your g-spot is a deadly combination. especially when he starts humming against your clit again.

"close! 'm so close!" you cry out, bringing one of your hands down to lace into his soft hair. the knot in your lower stomach is getting tighter and tighter until jisung lightly grazes his teeth on your bundle of nerves — the ice cube now melted from the warmth of his mouth and your cunt.

your whole body shutters, and your thighs squeeze tightly around his head. an embarrasingly loud and whiney moan leaves your throat as you finally cum. both of your hands move to cover your face as jisung slurps up your release, acting as if it's a michelin meal.

“taste so good, can’t believe i didn’t convince you sooner.. gotta tell min ‘bout this,” jisung’s babbling is incoherent to you from the quiet ringing in your ears from your orgasm mixed with the sound of you panting to catch your breath, as well as the fact that his face is still buried between your thighs. he runs his palm back and forth over your lower stomach, still mumbling.

as soon as the ringing in your ears quiets down and your breathing is nearly regulated, you take your hands off of your face and prop yourself up on your elbows, looking down at your friend. “c’mon get up, ji’, we’re done.” you grab onto the hand that’s attached to the fingers that are still inside of you and try to pull them out, but jisung apparently doesn’t like that because as soon as even a centimeter of his fingers leave your warmth, he plunges them back in.

the feeling of his fingers thrusting into you once more brings on a wave of painful pleasure from the slight overstimulation.

a breathless moan tumbles from between your lips, legs squirming to get him away from the intimate area. “enough, please, ’s too much!”, you whine out.

your words don’t deter his actions as he continues. your body starts to uncontrollably move, instinctively grinding your pussy onto your friend's face to get yourself closer to climax. humping his hand and face, pitiful whiny moans come from you.

he plants his free hand on your lower stomach between your hip bones, holding you down.

the pleasure is so overwhelming, and the knot in your belly is so tight it feels like you're about to burst. fat tears run down your face, but neither you or jisung notice them, too consumed in the moment.

the hand that's not tangled in his hair cups one of your boobs, groping it and adding to the pleasure.

you barely manage to let out a quick "cumming!" before you release all over his hand.

your fingers tighten around the strands of his hair, as well as your shaking thighs tightening around his head.

jisungs middle and ring finger rigorously pound into you even after you've came all over them, making sure to get everything out of you that he can.

he drags his fingertips across the sweet spot inside of you one last time before leisurely pulling them out, making sure you can feel every small movement, successfully pulling a whine out of you.

jisung shoves his cum-covered digits in his mouth. he makes a satisfied noise as soon as your essence touches his tongue again. his eyes close for a moment, like he's savoring your taste. then he's quickly back to "normal" and makes his way up to your face.

your chest rises and falls quickly. you tremble slightly, and when you finally open your eyes, you see jisung hovering over you. his legs are slotted in between yours, and his crotch is dangerously close to yours, bulge less than a few inches away from your heat.

you open your mouth to speak, but before you can get any words out, jisungs slick-covered lips are crashing into yours.

his lips move eagerly against yours. you struggle to keep up with his hungry kissing, letting him take the lead.

between feverish kisses, jisung whispers hushed 'thank you's against your lips.

after at least five minutes of yours and jisung's lips smashing into each other the two of you finally part. jisungs face is flushed red. his lips wet and parted, gasping for air.

"where'd you get the ice from?" your bare face glows with a thin layer of sweat, both from the heat as well as what you and jisung have been doing for the past thirty – or more – minutes.

"oh, i picked it up when i bought the popsicles," jisung moves to sit up, rather than lay, between your legs. his eyes occasionally shift down to your glistening cunt. watching it pulse with aftershocks of your orgasm, and cum he missed slowly pooling on the leather of your couch.

a quiet laugh leaves you once you notice your friend's shifting eyes, and you reach up to lightly slap his arm.

the two of you sit in near silence, saying tiny comments and cracking hushed jokes, until jisung's annoying ringtone starts to go off, playing some default chime.

a silly picture of minho biting down on his bottom lip and flipping up his top lip, probably drunk, flashes on jisungs screen, making you raise your eyebrows in question.

you and jisung give each other curious looks, and you sit up, urging him to answer the phone call.

minho's voice comes out quietly through the speaker of jisung's phone. just loud enough for you to hear faint murmuring.

"but min, i'm busy!" jisung whines.

his whining clearly gets him nowhere, apparent by the frown on his face as he hangs up and sighs.

"i gotta go. minho needs me home; he said something about helping him cook. sorry."

you nod and smile at him, "it's fine, don't worry about it. i don't want minho getting mad at me for hogging you," you speak with a light laugh at your words.

jisung stands from the sofa and quickly grabs both sides of your face in his palms. he smashes his mouth onto yours, just like he did earlier. similarly, it doesn't last, and before you know it, he's closing the door of your home. in his wake is a clear plastic cup of half-melted ice, a wooden popsicle stick with a wrapper, and a convenience store bag full of small cartons of ice cream and other frozen desserts.

once he's gone, the reality of what happened starts to sink in.

you run either of your hands down your face in a slow movement, sighing loudly.

if he tells anyone, he's dead.