16| The Call (I.N)

I.N is lounging on the couch in the dorm's living room, idly scrolling through his phone while the TV plays some show he isn't really watching. The intercom buzzes, breaking the monotony.

He gets up to check, spotting Seungmin's girlfriend through the camera. He buzzes her in and calls out, "Hyung, your girlfriend's here!" before plopping back onto the couch.

As soon as she walks in, Seungmin greets Nari and the two disappear into his room, leaving I.N alone once more. He sighs, refreshing his social media feed for what feels like the hundredth time. Bored out of his mind, he decides to text his best friend—now girlfriend—Jieun.

'Hey' he sends

After a couple of minutes, her reply comes 'Sup?'

'Busy?'

'No'

'I'm coming over'

'K'

That is just how conversations between them go—simple, direct, and effortless. After years of friendship, they don't need to say much to understand each other.

It isn't unusual for them to hang out when one of them is bored. Sometimes they visit each other's houses just to sit in silence, scrolling on their phones, content simply to share the same space.

But today feels different to Jieun. She stares at her phone, chewing her lip as the reality hits her. We're dating now. Would things feel different? I.N is coming over as her boyfriend for the first time. That is a big deal, isn't it? It won't be like before—they are officially a couple now. The thought makes her cheeks heat up, a flush creeping down her neck.

Get it together, she scolds herself. I.N is as innocent as they come. He'll probably just want to chill like always. Still, the idea of being alone with him in her house makes her stomach flutter. She needs advice—fast. Without thinking, she calls her best friend, Chaeyoung.

"Hi, babes," Chaeyoung answers cheerfully, the sound of soft tapping in the background

"I need your take on something. Are you busy?" Jieun asks, pacing her room

"Just doing my nails. Spill it"

"Jeongin's coming over," Jieun blurts out

"Ooooh, get it, girl," Chaeyoung teases, her voice filled with excitement

"Be serious," Jieun groans, rolling her eyes

"I am serious," Chaeyoung says, chuckling "So what do you need? Do I even need to pick out your lingerie now?"

"Ew, no"

"Anything for you, babe," Chaeyoung sings dramatically

"Stop being weird"

"Fine, fine. What's the problem?"

Jieun hesitates, fiddling with the hem of her sweatshirt "I don't know if this is, like... casual or not"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, he texted me super casually, like he always does. But now that we're dating... I don't know if this is just a normal hangout or, like, a boyfriend-girlfriend thing"

There is a pause before Chaeyoung asks matter-of-factly, "What are you wearing?"

"What?" Jieun looks down at herself, confused

"I said, what are you wearing?"

Jieun glances at the stained sweatshirt she'd thrown on that morning, paired with her oldest, most comfortable sweatpants. Her hair is a mess, and her face is bare. A quick glance in the mirror confirms that she looks far from date-ready.

"Even if it's a casual visit, he's your boyfriend now," Chaeyoung says knowingly "You've gotta look cute"

Jieun groans but knows Chaeyoung is right. Scrambling off her bed, she puts the phone on speaker and sets it down on her vanity "Okay, fine. Help me. What should I wear?"

Chaeyoung doesn't miss a beat "Something casual but cute. And, most importantly, easy to take off"

"Chaeyoung!" Jieun gasps, glaring at the phone

"What? I'm just saying," Chaeyoung teases with a laugh "Okay, okay, let's keep it innocent—for now"

Jieun opens her closet, running her fingers over the hangers "Would a skirt be too much?"

"Nope. Perfect. Is it short?"

"I have options"

"Great. Go for something that says, 'Oh, this? I just threw it on.' We want him to think you're effortlessly adorable while lounging at home"

Jieun scoffs, pulling out a couple of skirts to consider "You do remember he's known me my whole life, right? He knows exactly what I look like while lounging at home"

"Exactly why you need to remind him what a catch you are," Chaeyoung counters "Trust me on this and just do what I tell you—you wouldn't even be in this relationship if it weren't for me," she declares smugly

Jieun can't argue with that. Chaeyoung has a point, so she stays quiet, rifling through her closet. Her hand lands on a denim skirt she rarely wears—it's cute, but definitely on the short side.

"Okay, short denim skirt. What about the top?"

"Oooh, an oversized hoodie would be cute. Casual, believable as loungewear"

"Okay, I can do that," Jieun says, pulling out a light blue hoodie

"And don't wear anything else underneath. That'll be a fun little surprise"

"Chaeyoung!" Jieun groans, rolling her eyes, but she follows the advice anyway

She tugs on the hoodie, letting it fall loose over the skirt, then tucks the hem slightly on one side to show off her waistline. As she catches her reflection in the mirror, she already feels more put together.

"What about my hair?" she asks, picking up a brush and taming the mess

"A ponytail. Trust me, it could come in handy," Chaeyoung teases

"Is that all you think about?" Jieun huffs, brushing her hair into place

"When it comes to my bestie meeting her boyfriend after waiting forever to date him? Yeah"

"Like I said, I don't think this is that kind of visit. Jeongin is very..." Jieun trails off

"Very what?" Chaeyoung presses eagerly

Jieun hesitates, searching for the right words. What she doesn't realize is that I.N is standing just outside her door. He had let himself in with the spare key her uncle always hid under a fake rock in the garden.

He'd been about to call out to her when he overheard his name. Now, he stands silently, heart pounding, eavesdropping on her conversation.

"He's very innocent, I guess," Jieun finally says "I don't really know how to put it into words, but... I don't think he's into those kinds of things"

Chaeyoung snorts "He's still a dude"

"I know, but he's timid. I don't think he's ever done anything like this before. I'm pretty sure he's a virgin"

"Ah, so he hasn't been around like you have?"

"Ya! You make me sound terrible when you say it like that," Jieun whines

"There's nothing wrong with having sex, babe"

"I know, that's not the point," she sighs "I just mean... I'll wait for him to take the lead"

"Will you be able to hold back, though?" Chaeyoung teases, laughing

"I'll have to" Jieun giggles, a blush creeping up her neck

"Well," Chaeyoung says mischievously, "You told me he kissed you that day at his house after confessing. So maybe he's not as tame as you think"

"That was two weeks ago, and we haven't kissed since"

"Then maybe you should take the lead. You're more experienced, anyway"

"But what if I scare him off? Some guys don't like that. And, like I said, he's timid"

"Yeah, but that's never stopped you before"

"That's because I didn't care what the guys I hooked up with thought. It was just casual. But I really like Jeongin"

"What I do know is that you won't wait forever. You're a nasty freak at heart, babe. You're not waiting around for marriage"

"Who are you calling a nasty freak?" Jieun huffs "You're the freak!"

"Yeah, and this freak has a guaranteed dick appointment tonight. Can you say the same?"

"Fuck you"

"You wish. But I'm taken"

"Please, as if I couldn't take you from that little Gangnam boy"

"Oh, baby, he's not little," Chaeyoung cackles

Jieun rolls her eyes "Okay, I gotta go. He should be here any minute"

"Let me know how it goes later!"

"Same for you. Be safe!"

Jieun hangs up and tosses her phone onto her bed. Just then, the sound of the front door closing echoes through the house. She peeks over the railing to see I.N stepping inside.

He had slipped back out after overhearing the part about her past hookups—he didn't want to hear more than he could handle.

Still, what Jieun doesn't know is that I.N isn't as innocent as she believes. While her experiences bother him sometimes, he has his own history—one he rarely talks about. And tonight, he is ready to show her just how confident he can be.

When the door slams a little louder this time, Jieun straightens up. Her heart skips a beat when she sees him glance up at her and flash an innocent smile.

She calls him upstairs, hurriedly shoving her old clothes into her closet and checking herself one last time in the mirror. Tightening her ponytail, she tries to steady her nerves.

"Hi," he greets her, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him

"Hi," she says, aiming for casual

Jeongin turns, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes linger on her bare legs just a moment too long, and when his lips quirk into a smirk, her cheeks flare.

"How are you?" he asks, his voice softer now. He reaches out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"I'm good. You?"

"I'm okay. What were you doing?" he glances meaningfully at her outfit, his eyes flickering over the hoodie and skirt

"Just... chilling"

"Wearing this?" he gently tugged at the hem of her skirt, his fingers brushing her thigh

"Y-yeah," she stammers, the touch sending a shiver up her spine

"Hm. You look hot," he says, his smirk deepening

Her eyes widen "Wait... what?"

Before she can process his words, he leans in, his hands sliding to her hips as he pulls her closer. His lips capture hers, and for a moment, she freezes, too stunned to react. But when he nips at her bottom lip, she snaps back to reality.

Her arms wrap around his neck as she kisses him back, melting into the moment.

He presses his body flush against hers, his hands sliding up to her waist, fingers caressing the curve of her side. His tongue gently brushes her bottom lip, asking for permission she willingly grants. As their tongues meet and tangle, the heat between them grows, electrifying every inch of her skin.

Last time, the shock of his confession had clouded her thoughts, leaving no room to appreciate what a good kisser he was. But now, as she melts into him, that is all she can think about—how soft yet commanding his lips feel against hers, how his kisses send shivers racing down her spine.

Her fingers find their way into his hair, tugging gently, earning a low groan from him. She presses herself closer, feeling his grip tighten on her waist as his kisses grow rougher, more urgent. A small whimper escapes her lips, and his response is immediate, pulling her even closer as if there isn't already enough heat between them.

Her hands slide down from his neck, exploring the broad lines of his shoulders, the firmness of his chest, and the faint ridges of his abs. Her fingertips linger there for just a second before her instincts push her further—her hand starts to slip under the hem of his shirt.

That's when she freezes.

Her eyes widen slightly as reality creeps back in. She has gotten too carried away, letting her excitement lead the moment further than she had intended. Not wanting to come on too strong, she gently pushes at his chest, breaking the kiss.

Both of them are breathing heavily, their lips swollen from the fervent exchange.

"Maybe we should slow down a bit," she says, her voice light but tinged with nervous laughter

"Why?" he asks, his voice dropping lower, his head tilting as he studies her intently

"I'm getting a bit..." she starts but hesitates, unsure how to phrase it

"Turned on?" he supplies with a teasing wiggle of his eyebrows, his smirk doing little to help her already burning cheeks

She averts her gaze, her face flushing crimson, but his hand is quick to guide her back to him. His fingers cup her jaw, his thumb brushing against her skin with the gentlest touch.

"Hey," he whispers, leaning in, his voice sending a shiver down her spine "That's the whole point"

Before she can respond, he tilts her head slightly and presses his lips to her neck. He leaves a trail of featherlight kisses along her jawline, his touch impossibly soft yet maddeningly intoxicating.

Her breath hitches as he kisses the base of her neck, and then—unexpectedly—he drags his tongue in one slow, deliberate lick back up to her lips.

A sharp gasp escapes her, and she instinctively closes her eyes, fighting the urge to moan. Her body trembles under his attention, her senses reeling. When his lips find hers again, the kiss is fast and messy, their passion unraveling in the heat of the moment.

The hand that had been resting at her hip slides back to her butt, giving it a firm squeeze. The mental block that was holding Jieun back snaps. A wave of lust overcomes her and she can no longer hold back. Her hands push strongly against I.N's chest, making him step away.

He blinks in confusion and concern for a moment, afraid he stepped over the line, but when his eyes meet hers, all he sees is the burning flame of desire. Before he can even react, he is pushed back once more, stronger this time, making him fall onto her bed.

Jieun wastes no time to climb over him, grabbing and pulling strongly at his hair so she can angle his face up for a kiss. She kisses him through his pained groan which quickly turns into a moan when her hips lower on top of his boner.

His hands immediately find themselves on her thighs, sliding up her soft skin until he reaches her butt—now fully exposed due to her short skirt riding up with her position.

He caresses it, letting his long fingers poke under the hem of her underwear slightly, and then squeezes it firmly, loving how he can feel the soft flesh spill from in between his fingers.

Jieun's hands don't remain stagnant for long, exploring I.N's body and pulling at his shirt to expose his torso. The abs he always denies he has stare back at her, making her lick her lips in excitement.

It's not the first time she's seen them, but his perfectly sculpted body never failed to have her completely mesmerized. And now she is free to feel it up as much as she wants.

Her fingers play in between the tight muscles, exploring the valleys of each ab muscle, drawing little patterns with them. His skin is smooth and she can see some of the veins near his adonis belt—for some reason that makes her core tremble in excitement.

She maneuvers so she can kiss his chest, planting small pecks all over it and going down to the rest of his torso. I.N takes a deep breath, enjoying her delicate lips on his skin when he suddenly flinches and gasps loudly.

Jieun couldn't help herself and sunk her teeth near his hipbone, leaving an indent of her teeth and a faint red mark. But she notices that despite his surprise, he doesn't pull away. His gasp quickly turns into a moan when she licks over the bite, shivering slightly at the faint prickling feeling it left behind.

It seems our maknae doesn't mind going a little rough... she makes a mental note to explore these findings further. For now, she licks a long strip back to his neck, kissing him delicately as she pulls his shirt fully away.

He takes this opportunity to slide his hands under the hoodie she is wearing, caressing her waist and going up to her chest. His lips curve into a naughty smirk when he feels her bare skin, wasting no time in cupping her breasts and playing with them.

Squeezing, massaging, flicking her nipples... he has his fun for a little while until Jieun gets impatient and sits up to remove her hoodie, tossing it on the floor with a huff.

I.N chuckles at her eagerness and pulls her closer to capture her lips again. They kiss passionately as they caress each other's bodies, taking full advantage of this new liberty in their relationship.

They had both longed for this opportunity for ages and intended to enjoy it to the fullest. The kiss only grows in intensity and heat, ripping small moans and gasps from each of them as things escalate bit by bit.

I.N's erection practically screams from under his clothes, wanting freedom and attention. The friction Jieun's hips are causing by grinding on him slightly is driving him mad.

He tries to pull at her underwear, desperately tugging at the waistband to remove it but due to their position, it makes it quite difficult. So Jieun pulls away, getting up from the bed and removing her clothes with equal fervor.

Her tight skirt annoyingly clings to her body and she groans as she wiggles out of it, kicking it away once it reaches her feet. I.N sits up to take off the rest of his clothes as well when his eyes get caught in her figure.

She is standing fully naked in front of him now, her chest heaving slightly with her heavier breaths. Her curves look so perfect, her skin so smooth and her physique so lean.

It's as if she was cut from marble by the most passionate artist—a sculpture made with love and devotion, depicting the woman of his dreams. Everything about her screams adoration to him. She's his ideal come to life.

A blend of strength and grace that leaves him breathless and in awe, as though she were crafted not just to exist but to redefine beauty itself in his eyes.

Not noticing his nearly trance-like state, Jieun reaches for the buttons on his pants, undoing them delicately as she kisses his lips softly. Once they're open, she starts to shimmy his pants down, getting on her knees in front of him.

He lifts his hips off the bed to ease her efforts and she pulls his pants down along with his underwear, letting his erection spring free. Her eyes widen when she sees it—it's bigger than she thought it would be, intimidatingly big.

A tinge of uncertainty nips at her heart. It might be a little much for her to handle. She gulps as she does inner calculations and I.N tries his best to hold in his laughter, her hard contemplation clear in her furrowed brows.

He delicately reaches for her chin and with a gentle tilt, he guides her gaze to his. When their eyes meet, he gives her a reassuringly sweet smile. His thumb brushes faintly under her bottom lip as he whispers "Just use your hands"

She timidly nods and wraps one of her hands around his base, she can barely grip him fully and her palm doesn't even cover him halfway. But she still begins to slowly stroke him up and down, all the way to his tip and then back to the base.

He takes a deep breath and holds back a moan as he watches her movements, her touch is so soft and warm. A little bead of precum starts to leak out of the small slit on the head and Jieun doesn't think twice before leaning in to lick it off.

I.N's eyes flutter closed and he lets out a puff of air from his lips when he feels her hot tongue on him, so small and shy as it tastes him. But the more she can feel the slightly salty flavor and rip positive reactions out of him, the more her usual confidence returns.

Jieun is not shy, she isn't inexperienced. She is used to having a dominant role in all her relationships—be it professional, romantic, or purely physical. She isn't about to let his size scare her into submission.

Her grip tightens around him slightly and she begins moving faster, making a faint twisting motion when she gets close to the tip. Her tongue continues to lick at him, circling the head and letting her saliva drip down onto the rest of the shaft, making her hand glide easier.

Looking up to see his reaction, she finds him with his eyes closed, his head vaguely tilted back and his lips parted as he breathes hard. His pleasure is clear in his expression and her resolution grows stronger. She wants to bring even more out of him.

Being able to see him this way after all these years has her privates tingling. Her stomach flutters at the thought she can have him melting under her touch.

Using both hands now, she works harder, increasing her rhythm and applying a little more pressure in strategic places. Her lips fully envelop the head of his cock, sucking on it lightly as her tongue plays with his most sensitive spots.

He has a hard time holding back his sounds as she brings him closer and closer to the edge. His voice breaks as he whines, making him embarrassed, but he can barely focus on anything other than her contact.

The ponytail at the back of her head is his only lifeline, holding onto it gives him somewhat of a sense of control. But in reality, he knows he has no chance against her, she is way too good at this, her technique has him falling apart at the seams.

When he looks down for a second, he finds her eyes fixed on him, studying his every reaction and his shyness intensifies. His face burns red and he can't stand holding her penetrating gaze, using his hand to shakingly cover his face.

But then her touch suddenly falters, her impeccable rhythm stutters and fails. He can feel her pulling back and letting his tip fall from her lips so he looks down at her once more, this time tracking her sight directly to his hand—or rather, his fingers.

His long, slender fingers were always a secret object of admiration for Jieun. She would discreetly stare at them any chance she got. Something about them just drove her absolutely feral. Their size, their length, the way they moved so elegantly and dexterously.

She would fantasize about them, wandering about how they would feel in different parts of her body. And now that they find themselves in this type of setting, her strange desire is only amplified.

It doesn't take I.N long to notice it, he has heard countless times before that he has nice hands so it isn't too surprising for him. But the way Jieun seems almost hypnotized by it, following it as he moves it side to side, is almost funny.

He brings his hand closer to her face and brushes the back of his fingers on her lips, barely touching them. Her eyes tremble and close, her breath deepening as she attempts to control herself.

When her eyes open again, they meet with his and see a sparkle of mischief in them. His lips curl into a smirk as he lightly circles her lips with his thumb, his touch delicate, almost ghostly—but it's enough.

Her mouth opens nearly automatically when he puts the faintest pressure on her bottom lip and he slides two fingers in. She squeezes her thighs together and tries her best to hold back a moan as her tongue circles around his fingers.

A shiver runs down her spine and her eyes roll back as she closes them, sucking on his fingers eagerly as if her life depended on it. I.N can't hide his shock at her reaction, not expecting it to be so intense.

But he loves to see her so clearly turned on so he just gives her more, starting to pump his fingers in and out of her mouth. This time, she can't hold back her moan and he can see her body clenching, her nipples hardening and her face quickly flushing.

A burning heat starts to build deep inside her, she has never felt this aroused before. The way his fingers caress her tongue as they slide in and out of her mouth has her entrance quivering and clenching around nothing. She actually feels somewhat close already.

Her moans resound around the room as she gets more carried away and I.N can't help but chuckle slightly, amused by the effect he has on her. Her eyes snap open immediately and she glares at him. Even though she loves what he is doing, she's not about to let him think he has the upper hand here.

With one hand she continues to stroke his thick shaft and she places the other palm down over his tip, rubbing at it in circular motions with a little pressure. Immediately his hips buck up and he moans loudly, the fingers in her mouth pressing hard on her tongue.

He widens his eyes as she picks up speed and applies even more pressure. The sensation is nearly overwhelming, moans and groans escape his lips uncontrollably. His legs start to shake and he can't sit still, his hips wiggling to try to escape and get more all at once.

"Ah, Jieun, s-slow down" he moans loudly, throwing his head back

She smiles and nibbles lightly on his fingers, increasing the speed of her hands even more. He gasps and whimpers in a high pitch, sounding needy and desperate as he quickly gets close to the edge. His mind swims and he feels dizzy, ready to burst at any second.

He scrambles to hold her wrist, attempting to pull her away "S-stop" she resists as much as she can but he's stronger than her so eventually he succeeds in yanking her hands from him "I said stop!"

"B-but why?" she blinks taken aback by his sudden intensity

"I-I don't want to finish yet" his voice softens as he tries to steady his breath "I've barely touched you"

"It's okay"

"No, it's not" he makes her stand up and pulls her closer

He captures her lips, kissing her deeply while he lies back and pulls her over him. She climbs over his body, straddling his lap and hovering above him. But they don't remain in that position for long, I.N flips her over in a flash, landing on top of her instead.

She's surprised by his smooth transition but doesn't have much time to think about it as his lips never leave hers and his hands begin to caress her body. They explore every curve and detail, making sure no part is left untouched.

And soon one of them finds itself sliding in between her thighs, pushing them open slightly for more room, and then dipping into her folds. A low groan escapes his lips when he feels how wet she is, immediately soaking his hand in her slick.

He caresses her with two fingers slowly—up and down in wide, deliberate movements. His touch is light and delicate, but so fervent it has throbbing already. The thought of his pretty fingers touching her this way is enough to get her tingling.

She flinches when he rubs over her clit, only brushing it for a second, almost as if it was an accident. But the way he avoided it right after, only getting close and then turning back, makes her sure he is doing it on purpose.

He then brushes over it again—this time his touch lingers half a second longer and she whimpers quietly when he pulls away. His lips move down to her neck, not wanting to muffle her sounds and he sucks on her skin slightly, leaving faint red marks behind.

She wiggles her hips, trying to make him touch her where she wants it. But that only makes him pull away completely. She whines and opens her eyes—ready to complain—when he places one finger over her clit, not moving it at all, as if shushing it.

He presses it down with light pressure and then taps it, making her jump in surprise. The hot breath on her neck from his quiet chuckle makes her shiver but it's soon overtaken by his fingers moving once more.

His touch is slow and deliberate, purposefully only stimulating her clit sporadically. The anticipation of the light touches is driving her mad, he avoids it for so long and remains on it so little—her frustration grows with every second.

Suddenly, he squeezes it between his two fingers and starts quickly rubbing them up and down. She moans loudly at the friction, her clit very sensitive after all the waiting and teasing.

He increases the speed gradually until she's a moaning mess, bucking her hips up in the direction of his hand and desperately clinging to him.

His name spills uncontrollably from her lips along with her moans as she approaches her climax, her eyes rolling back and her body becoming tense and rigid.

But just as she is about to cum, he stops—pulling away for a moment and then pressing his finger over her clit, shushing it again. The bubble of pressure at her core that was about to burst slowly fades away and she is left in agony and frustration.

A loud gasp cuts through her whiney complaint when he suddenly thrusts two fingers inside her. He reaches deep due to his long fingers and immediately curls them up, finding the right spot.

This time he isn't slow or delicate, he pokes at it mercilessly, pumping his fingers in and out faster and faster. She almost screams at the intense pleasure, her voice breaking with how loud her moans are. The sound makes him have to take a deep breath to contain himself.

That bubble of pressure builds again, even stronger this time, almost painfully so. She claws at his arm and begs him not to stop, she's so close and she wants nothing more than to release.

Release around his pretty fingers, coating them with her juices as she squeezes them inside her. The thought brings her over the edge and she does exactly that.

He feels her clench tightly around him, trapping his fingers inside her seconds before she lets out her loudest moan yet. Her walls pulse and throb, massaging his fingers as her body spasms.

Watching her cum underneath him has I.N swallowing hard. His breath hitches for a moment, seeing her gorgeous features overcome with overwhelming pleasure.

His chest swells with pride and his lips curl into a smirk, pressing soft kisses on her neck as she rides down her high. After some time, she begins to calm down, stabling her breath and blinking slowly a few times to situate herself back in the real world.

"Jieun" I.N whispers. His voice is raspier now, taken over by lust "Would you like to stop here or do you want to continue?"

She sighs in contentment, sneaking her arms around his torso to hug him closer and rub her face into the crook of his neck "We don't have to go all the way if you don't want to" she whispers and pecks his skin lightly "But we should finish you off at least. I can do that for you"

"I never said I didn't want to go all the way" he reciprocates her kiss "I'm asking if you do"

"Well, I don't want to force you if you're uncomfortable. The first time can be a little... you know..."

"Jieun" he bursts into quiet laughter "I'm not a virgin"

"Wait" she freezes, genuinely surprised "You're not? Since when?"

"It's been a while"

"Wha-" she pushes him away so she can look at his face, not seeing any traces of insincerity "You never mentioned seeing anyone"

"It was nothing serious" he shrugs "Just a few casual hookups here and there. I always liked you too much to actually have a relationship with anyone"

"Are you serious?" she blinks in disbelief

"Weren't you the same?" his eyebrow arches, slightly challenging her "I know you've dated around as well"

"But I- I thought you were-"

"Too innocent?" he smiles and tilts his head endearingly "Is it because I look cute and my fans call me baby bread?"

"You never even mentioned anything like this, ever" the tone of her voice lowers as she still tries to wrap her head around this unexpected development

"I'm an idol, babe. We have to be a little more careful but we're still allowed to have fun" he winks and pecks her lips

"Is that why you were so good with your hands just now?" she chuckles amused

"Uhum" he peppers her jaw with small kisses "And I can show you what else I'm good at if you can get me a condom"

She's filled with even more eagerness and excitement at his words, immediately reaching for her nightstand. He pulls away to allow her to stretch herself over to it, seeing her open the bottom drawer and pull out a box of condoms.

He grabs the one she reaches to him and rips it open, sliding it on as she watches. Once again she is impressed with his size and wonders if he is too big to sit on. After all, she also wants to show him what she's good at.

But before she can reach a real conclusion, he's already leaning over her and kissing her lips passionately. He spreads her legs open and fits himself between them, gently rubbing his tip on her entrance, clearly eager to continue.

"Ready?" he whispers against her lips

She takes a deep breath in anticipation "Yeah"

He begins to slowly push in and she squeezes her eyes shut, gritting her teeth at the intense stretch. It's not painful per se, it's just more than she is used to. All she needs is some time to get accustomed.

Once he is in about halfway, I.N pauses, checking Jieun's reaction. She takes a couple deep breaths and then nods, signaling he can continue. He pushes further in until he bumps into her cervix, pulling back a bit so it would be more comfortable for her.

Gradually, she gets used to the feeling of him inside her, relaxing around him and getting into a more comfortable position. He begins to slowly move back and forth and it gets even better, once adjusted, his size isn't that hard to take in.

She moans quietly as his speed increases bit by bit. It actually feels really good. The way he stretches her just right and rubs against all her walls, pressing into the correct places and reaching deeper than any previous partner had ever done before. It's almost maddening how good it feels.

And his pleasure doesn't fall short behind. Her tight grip around him makes his head spin. He almost feels like she pulls him back in whenever he tries to leave, making this delicious vacuum that sucks at his member and strokes it out of all he is made of.

She grinds her hips on him, aiding in his movements and helping dictate the rhythm. He moans loudly and rests his forehead on her shoulder, breathing heavily as he gets more and more carried away.

It all gets increasingly faster and more intense but Jieun can feel he is still holding back a bit, probably afraid to hurt her. So she decides to take the lead once more, wanting to show him she's not as delicate as he thinks.

Pushing strongly at his shoulders, she makes him back away from her. He eyes her confusedly for a moment and then pulls out when he sees her trying to get away.

"Jieun?" his voice trembles slightly with fear "What's wrong? Did I-"

Before he can finish, she sits up and leans in for a kiss, sucking on his lips eagerly as she shifts her position. Climbing over him and straddling his hips, she lines herself up, starting to slowly sink down on his member.

"W-wait" he holds her hips when he realizes what she's doing "Are you sure? It might hurt"

"Shh" she silences him with a light kiss "Now I'm going to show you what I'm good at"

She sits down further, going as deep as she can handle. He holds back a moan, still a little worried the position might end up hurting her. But then she starts to move—not up and down or back and forth like he expected; she starts to move inside.

Her muscles clench and relax one by one, creating a suction feeling around him. She varies the pressure depending on the height of the muscle, squeezing around his tip the tightest.

He gasps and widens his eyes, looking down at her body, not understanding the feeling he is having. She smiles at his reaction, feeling proud of what she can do and the pleasure she knows she can bring him. He moans loudly as he starts sliding in and out of her without either of them having to move.

"Welcome to the world of pompoarism, baby" Jieun whispers in his ear

"Fuck" he breathes out, his voice shaky and weak

She kisses his neck as she continues massaging him inside, purposely squeezing and rubbing him near her g-spot, not forgetting about her own pleasure as well.

He wraps his arms around her tightly, pressing her against his body. He has never experienced something like this before and can barely believe how good it feels. It only gets better when she starts to roll her hips as well, in a more classic riding style.

The moans spill uncontrollably from his lips, the combination of moves making his head spin. He starts to edge close already and curses under his breath as he squeezes her ass strongly.

She's also getting close—his reaction helping her reach the edge—and starts to press him even harder. Her back arches, pushing his stronger against her g-spot and she moans loudly, her body beginning to tremble.

"Fuck, Jieun" I.N groan as he finishes. Thick ropes of cum splurt out of his member as she continues to stroke him

Hearing him call her name like that makes a big shiver run down her spine and she cums almost immediately with a long and loud moan. Her hips still softly grind for a while as she rides her high, stopping and touching her forehead to his for a moment once she's done.

He looks up at her, chest heaving and eyes blinking rapidly as he tries to steady his breath. She smirks and leans down to press a soft kiss to his lips, savoring the lingering intimacy between them.

Slowly, she pulls herself away, letting him slip out before rolling onto her back, her body still humming with satisfaction.

I.N moves with deliberate care, discarding the condom and returning to the bed. He slides in beside her, his warmth instantly comforting as he rests his head against the pillow.

"So," Jieun starts, her voice teasing as she turns to face him "Who did you sleep with? Do I know them?"

His expression twists with mild horror, and he groans, throwing his arm over his face "Can we not do this?"

"Why not?" she prods, her grin growing

"Because it's weird," he mutters, his voice muffled behind his arm

"Weird how?"

He sighs and peeks at her from under his arm "Because you're my girlfriend. I don't want to talk about other people with you. It just feels... wrong"

Her heart swells at his words, and she can't help but smile. Without warning, she throws her arms around him, wrapping him in a tight hug that makes him grunt in protest.

"You're so cute!" she gushes, squeezing him with all her strength before shaking him playfully

"Ah, stop!" he groans, though the smile tugging at his lips betrays his irritation

"How can you be this cute?" she says, her grin impossibly wide as she leans in to poke his nose "Say it again"

He raises an eyebrow "Say what?"

"That I'm your girlfriend"

I.N rolls his eyes, but his cheeks turn a faint shade of pink "You're my girlfriend," he says softly, his lips curving into a shy smile

The words send her heart into overdrive. She'd waited so long—practically her entire life—for him to say that. Hearing it now, with so much warmth in his voice, fills her with a happiness so overwhelming it makes her chest ache. Butterflies flutter wildly in her stomach, and she can feel her own cheeks flushing as she beams at him.

Unable to resist, she kisses him again, her lips lingering as she tries to pour all her emotions into the kiss. When they finally pull away, his gaze softens, but a teasing smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

"You're my girlfriend," he repeats, brushing his thumb tenderly along her cheek "And I'm not letting you get away—not after showing me all that" his smirk deepens, taking on a mischievous edge

"Oh, baby bread," she shoots back with a wicked grin, leaning in close so their faces nearly touch "You haven't seen anything yet"

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That's it for season 2! Let me know what you thought in the comments — I read every single one! And don't forget to tap the star if you enjoyed it ✨ See you next time with Channie on season 3🖤