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STANDING OVULATION 👏👏👏👏👏 BRAVO BRAVO 👏👏👏 JOOCOMICS YOU WILL BE AN IMMORTAL LEGEND 👏👏👏👏

GUESS

🎧 now playing… tonight you are mine - the technicolors

pairing: non-idol!jiseok x virgin!fem!reader

genre: smut ( 18+ ) ── 2.6k words

c.w ! virginity loss, virgin kink, few descriptions of pain, not vanilla

✎… friends to???, sub!reader, protected sex, oral sex (f!rec), spit kink, pet names, praise mixed with condescension, hint of exhibitionism, filming (there’s no vocal consent given but reader likes it), dacryphilia, begging, narcissistic!gaon

a.note ! half of this is based on one of my anons’ dream

( xdh masterlist )

You weren't planning on being here tonight.

But your best friend begged you all day so now you're here - at her soon-to-be-boyfriend’s party; clutching a plastic cup of cheap alcohol and watching the mess of tangled bodies that's on the improvised dance floor.

You managed to sneak out without anyone noticing and have few minutes to yourself before your friends start looking for you.

Until your wandering gaze is suddenly caught by Kwak Jiseok. He’s just in the middle of a story, but seeing you across the room makes the grin on his face grow, and as if though he spotted something in your eyes, he stops mid sentence.

You look away quickly, suddenly too aware of the feelings you’ve been keeping bottled up. Just pretend you did not see him… He’ll go back to his conversation.

Well, it’s too late… he’s already coming over.

“Hey!” His voice, warm and deep, calls out enough to overpower the blasting music. “Why are you standing here all alone? Trying to look mysterious?”

“No.” You mutter, fighting back the lingering nerves.

Of course, he grins at your response, speaking up with that playful tone of his that proves he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“So, you were just waiting for me to come talk to you.”

“Again,” you finally allow for your eyes to lock, “wrong answer.”

And you can’t deny it - seeing him look away because he can’t think of a response right away feels good.

“Tsk,” he steps closer, casually adjusting against the counter beside you, “it’s not easy to talk to you.”

“Maybe.” You shrug, chuckling before you can stop yourself.

“You know, quiet people like you always have the most naughty secrets.”

“Oh, really?” You sound more distracted than amused; it’s hard not to peek at him when he’s standing this close. He’s got on that black t-shirt you’ve seen him wear before, and the familiar trace of his musky cologne reaches you due to the lack of distance, tempting and arousing. “How do you know that exactly?”

“People love me, I guess.” He wiggles his brows at you, leaning in with a conspiratorial grin. “They always tell me everything.”

You let out a quiet sigh, it’s annoyingly true.

“See the girl in the red top over there?” He nods subtly in her direction, his voice lowers secretly. “The guy next to her is her boyfriend, they’ve been together for months, but she’s cheating on him with the guy Seungmin’s talking to right now.”

He pauses, turning to you with brows gathered in fake pity.

“Sucks, doesn’t it? I know your biggest secret too.”

“My… biggest secret?” Your voice dips without meaning to. The way he says it like it’s nothing, like he’s speaking seriously, makes the panick in your chest spread even quicker. “I don’t even know what my biggest secret is.” You force a laugh to play it off.

Your heart skips anyway, though. It’s not possible for him to… There’s no way…

“Come on,” Jiseok turns his body to keep his eye on you, “being a pure innocent girl isn’t something to be ashamed of. I like it, I think it’s hot.”

“Who—“

You leave the word hanging in the air.

He can’t know. Out of all people…

Instead of saying anything else, you grab Jiseok’s arm without thinking twice, dragging him to the nearest empty room.

The door shuts behind you with a heavy thud. Jiseok’s curious eyes quickly scan the setting before settling upon you, a little too amused - it’s your temper, and the ridiculous conversation he can’t help but laugh at.

Who would’ve thought that of all things, that stupid conversation would be what finally gets him alone with you?

“Who told you?” You snap, your tone rising freely with frustration. “You better keep your mouth shut, Jiseok! This isn’t your business.”

Jiseok lifts his hands in mock surrender. A faint smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth.

“Relax,” he drawls, infuriatingly calm, “no one told me anything. I was just guessing.”

Upon hearing this, your heart should be easening its thumping.

However, with Jiseok stepping closer, you fail to calm down the way you’d like to.

“The first time I saw you, I could tell. You’ve never done it, have you?”

Compared to the party buzzing down the hallway, here it’s too quiet; you can almost hear the butterflies bursting in your stomach at the way his smirk softens.

“You haven’t.”

“No, I haven’t.” You can’t help but snort lightly. He looks ridiculously pleased. “How did you know?”

You almost forget to breathe as you wait for him to respond. And you’re damn certain… he’s purposefully going to take longer to do so.

“Does it really matter?” Jiseok’s trademark grin stretches wide. His dark eyes glint with a bold spark, but his body moves nonchalantly. “I didn’t lie earlier, though… I really think it’s hot.”

“Would you…” the words slip quietly before you can catch them. “Would you like to do it…”

Jiseok blinks; his plump lips part in what looks like genuine wonderment.

“Do what?”

There’s a clear tilt in his smooth voice, but the longer you study his expression the harder it gets to tell if he’s stunned, or not that surprised by your suggestion.

“Take my virginity.” You wet your lips in anticipation after you blurt out your wish - more composed than you’d expect.

Jiseok takes a deep breath, shoving hands in the pockets of his pants, though his palms are getting warmer.

“You’re messing with me,” he narrows eyes, suspicious, “you’ve been waiting for a long time, and now you suddenly want me to take your virginity?”

Without hesitation, you cut the remaining distance between you and place hands on his shoulders. You can almost hear his breathing hitch from your touch.

His gaze immediately drops to your mouth.

“Please,” you whisper, staring weakly at his lips; feeling how the urge to taste them bubbles in your body. “I want you to be the one… but I guess if you don’t…”

“Shut up.”

And like that, Jiseok cuts you off. Stealing your next breath by crashing his mouth into yours.

Your fingers grasp on the fabric of his shirt; his kiss lands so powerfully that your knees already feel close to giving up on you. It feels too intoxicating as he takes the lead; the excitment flooding your veins is brand new.

“You want me to be the one,” he pulls back first but remaining as near as possible, “is that what you said?” The words come out with a hint of amusement.

You’ve always been fascinated with Jiseok’s voice - how low and husky it can get, and how despite that, it still manages to sound effortlessly inviting.

“Yeah,” you nod, already lightheaded simply from his tongue grazing your lips as he kisses you again; his quick hands are already stripping you from your pants in the process. “I want it, so bad.”

“Keep saying it.”

… he says, pushing you on the bed.

“Keep begging.”

… he says, falling to his knees and spreading your legs open.

Your pleads slip in the air one by one; each more compelling than the previous one, easily turning Jiseok more eager, testing the patience he’s never really had in the first place when it comes to things like this.

On the instant, he sighs at the sight of your pretty underwear. It’s already marked by an alluring wet spot. Jiseok bumps it with his finger, teasing the place where you’re leaking from… for him.

“How cute.” A seductive chuckle drips from his tongue before he drags it up your clothed pussy folds. “You’re already making a mess, baby.”

“Jiseok, please…” You tense as you feel his strong, flat tongue rubbing through the fabric some more.

“Sorry, doll,” he murmurs, slipping a finger under your panties to push them to the side; his voice doesn’t have even a hint of remorse though. “I just really wanted to taste your underwear.”

Your heart stumbles in anticipation once his warm breaths caress your exposed cunt. As his hands secure your thighs open, you can almost feel his intense gaze on your skin, how it studies your glistening parts with interest.

“Baby, I think you’re already ready to be stretched out.” He mutters, but still licks a stripe all the way to your clit. “Mmm, you’re soaked… and so fuckin’ sweet.”

He runs his flat tongue over your slick again. Next, he dips the tip into your small entrance, wanting to feel it before it widens, wanting to taste your virgin juices straight out of it.

Securing your thighs open, he shamelessly slurps and moans as a result - as though he’s having the sweetest treat in his life.

Unable to hide the effects this had on you, you whine quietly, simultaneously burning from desire mixed with light embarrassment.

“You’re so sweet and tight, baby, fuck—“ his eyes glance at you briefly while he pushes his index finger through your walls, “you have the perfect pussy for my cock, do you know that?”

After a moment of exploring, he stands on his feet to get rid of his pants. His eyes start gleaming with even stronger tension as he sees you not moving even a muscle. You wait for him silently only in your t-shirt, still at the same spot; even your legs, bend and separated, stay the way he adjusted them.

Luckily, he already knew there’d be condoms in the drawer of the nightstand. His friend is predictable like that.

“Come here,” Jiseok signals you to move at the centre of the bed, staring down as he rolls on the condom, “you’re gonna feel a little sting, but it’s just temporary. You’re gonna like it.”

“Yeah, I know.” You take a deep breath.

The following moment, you focus on fixating your attention on his changing expressions. But instead, you immediately notice the wild fire that erupts inside you.

You clearly feel how he invites a part of himself, and how that makes the fire loom everywhere.

“Fuck!” You wail, fidgeting against the pillows.

Jiseok quickly reaches to your squirming face, grabbing your jaw.

“Baby, what did you expect? You’re tight as fuck.” He suppresses a dry laughter before groaning. “Loosen up, I can’t move.” His palm slaps your cheek lightly to help you snap out of your daze.

“I’m trying,” you whimper, finding comfort in gripping the sheets. “I want to, but it’s hard.”

Biting on your trembling lip, you put desperate efforts into not thinking about how sharp the pain in your core is; into forcing your muscles to ease up so your walls can stop hesitating.

This is what you wanted. With him. You’re not about to ruin this.

“That’s better.” Jiseok grunts, sliding the rest of his length in one move; not bit by bit, but a single glide that shoots a shockwave through your core. “Holy shit!”

He drops his weight on top of you, squeezing his eyes shut at the incredible feeling that wraps around his cock; hot and tight. Instantly, the rush floods his system, and he effortlessly succumbs to the pleasure, chasing it with his hips.

“Fuck, feels amazing!” His drawn out moans crash with your cries which only stirr his arousal. “So full, isn’t it? You feel my cock? You feel it, baby? You love that?”

A shaky yes slips from your lips before your teeth sink into his shoulder.

You feel everything - from the heat of his chest radiating from his t-shirt, to the stretching of your pussy that brings you an indescribable bittersweet pain.

You really start to feel it - the creeping wave of delight prevailing over the ache, slowly but surely. As he said, it’s temporary.

You repeat the word inside your mushy brain, over and over again; your hands grasp onto his clothing as he speeds up, wrapping a fist around your hair.

“Tell me,” his grunts at your ear make you tingle with their exciting rasp, “tell me how much you love my cock… say it, or I pull out.”

“No—“ you whine, tightening your arms around him. “Please, don’t…”

But he still backs away, strengthening his back and snickering at your reaction to his teasing.

Still buried in your warmth, Jiseok reaches out to grab his phone from the back pocket of his pants tossed at the edge of the bed.

“Here, film it.”

Your eyes, hazed and sparkling with tears, glance at the device that’s suddenly in your hands.

Jiseok, too consumed by the view below, does not seem to acknowledge the silent tears that are threatening to spill, nor the shaking of your voice.

“A v-video?”

“Yeah, a picture isn’t enough,” Jiseok states quickly like he’s already thought of this before. “I want a video…” he punctuates his statement thrust after thrust, “of me… fucking you.”

His words end with a sharp curve of his lips; soon enough, as you hit record, the smile fades so he can spit on your clit before picking back up the quick rhythm.

Your vision does not remain long on the footage, though; you can’t look away from Jiseok’s tensing stomach, from his long veins as he holds your legs loosely over his arms; from the rapture painting his attractive face.

From the shift in his attitude, his aura, as he gets caught up in the rush.

The sight is distracting just as much as the unfamiliar thrill that’s swirling in your tummy, keeping you whimpering. Something feels like it’s tightening inside you with each fierce move of his hips.

“Sweet, virgin pussy… fuck—“ His brows crash together. “Such a good grip.”

He gazes down, perfectly aware that you’re mainly focusing the camera on him. It’s evident in the way his body moves pridefully, in the way his groans elevate with a pornographic tilt.

He’s used to being the centre of attention, and he loves it.

“Look at the way this little cunt drips for me.” Without a warning, he pulls out, wanting to show off the amount of moisture that has the condom glistening, the squelching noises you make when he smacks your slick with his hard cock. “Not so pure anymore, right, baby?”

For the first time since you started filming, he looks up at you, and his challenging gaze makes you fumble.

“Remind me how you begged for it.”

And in this moment, as his cock gets shoved back in, your brain goes empty. Numb. A jolt of pleasure buzzes through your body, causing you to twitch beneath him.

“Remind me how you begged me to pop your cherry, c’mon…”

Another hit. Deep and powerful, making your thighs shake.

The video that continues rolling suddenly goes blurry and out of focus, but still, perfectly capturing the chain of pleading that escapes your lips.

“Please, please…” Your free hand pulls on his shirt as another sign of desperation. “Please, I think I’m gonna cum…”

“Aw, the good girl wants to cum on my cock? My cock feels really nice, huh?” Jiseok coos in mocking endearment. “Now that I think about it,” his voice dips lower again from his ragged breathing, “good girls don’t film themselves losing their virginity at a random party, do they?”

He steals the phone from your hand, adjusting it over the arousing view - where you’re tightly wrapped around him.

Anyone can see how perfectly you’re taking him, but only he can feel the arousing pressure from your needy walls, throbbing around their very first cock.

“I should come up with a new way to call you.” He continues, staring obsessively at the phone screen. The thumb of his free hand finds your clit while his hips resume the rough slamming. “Hmm, what about fuck toy? Yeah, cum on my cock, and I’ll make this pussy my new little fuck toy.”