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!! synopsis: jungwon comes home early from tour to surprise you on your anniversary when he catching you touching yourself to him and he can't help but be stunned at the things you moaned when you thought no one is around maybe you aren't the innocent angel he thought
!! warnings: smut (mdni), sub!reader, soft dom Jungwon, oral (f & m receiving), pet names, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it before you stick it) , cock drunk reader, also some fluff ending
a/n: Guys two fics in less then a month am i healing for the imposter syndrome ???
Sure, you guys had celebrated your anniversary before he left on a tour that had him halfway across the world. You missed him, of course you did. What girlfriend didn't miss their boyfriend after not seeing him for 2 months? You guys barely had any time to call, and when you did, it was for less than 20 minutes because he was tired.
You look over at your clock. At 10:27 pm, you open your phone and scroll when a photo of Jungwon from a concert with his head thrown back, sweat clinging to his skin, and mic in hand appears. You had seen countless photos of him, but this one did something to you: a shock of pleasure shot to your heat. Your pussy pulsing as you clenched your thighs together.
If Jungwon were here, you would just have to rub up against him, and he would know what to do, but you didn't. I mean, you knew what he did to you or, more so, how it felt. You huff as the pulse gets worse at just the thought of Jungwon's hands on your body. You close your eyes and place your phone beside you as you trail your hands down your body, imagining it was Jungwon's instead.
A whimper slips out of your lips, him looking down at you, eyes full of adoration, watching everything your face does to make sure he is making you feel good. Your hand skims over your lower stomach and to the waistband of your panties. You wanted to, but it felt weird. You huff and give in as the throb gets worse.
You lift your hips and slip the panties off and discard them to the side as you feel your folds. It wasn't known territory, but god, it felt different. You grab your phone and pull up the photo again. God, he looked so good. You moan as your other hand finds the bundle of nerves that has your breath hitching, "Jungwon." His name slips from your lips.
"I've been such a good girl waiting for you... but I want to be so bad for you tonight." You do. You slip a finger inside of you, and you arch off the bed. The hand that had been holding your phone dropped and dripped on your sheet as you slid another in. "Fuck, fuck." You try to bite your lip to stop any sounds from slipping, not that it really mattered that you were alone.
Little did you know, Jungwon had been standing by the door while you mindlessly pleasured yourself. The heat in his crotch grows, and he couldn't look away. Why would he? Seeing you like this was different. Sure, he had seen you needy, but without him to please you, it was something different, one of the most pornographic things he had ever watched.
You could feel the orgasm inching closer. You arch your back as your other hand finds its way to your breast, squeezing it the way Jungwon did as another moan slips from your lips. The closer you got, the more you felt your fantasies get dirtier and dirtier: you on top while Jungwon was under you, watching you. You felt your core clench around your fingers, and you couldn't help but whimper.
"Wish I could taste you right now... every inch of you." You moan to yourself, not knowing that what you wanted was more than possible if you opened your eyes. Jungwon felt his dick twitch in excitement at the sound of your voice, the way a cat does when its owner comes home. He begins palming himself through his pants. His breath coming out in short puffs. His head was thrown back. He couldn't do this much longer, but he wanted to watch you finish; he needed to, no matter how perverted it sounded.
You move your fingers from inside of you and mess with the bundle of nerves, moving quickly and gripping the sheet beside you as you feel the pleasure rush through your veins as you drip onto the sheets. You arch your back, your mouth hanging open, but not a single sound leaves it as you begin seeing stars. Your orgasm moved in rapid fire, and it hit you so fast you moaned out a chant of Jungwon's name and "shit."
Jungwon came at the same time. As embarrassing as it was, the heat of pleasure clouded his head as he headed into the bedroom. Your eyes were closed as you tried to catch your breath as the mattress dipped. Your eyes snapped open, "Jungwon, what are you doing here?" Your voice was hoarse as you grab the throw blanket.
"Well, we had a break for the tour, and I didn't want to fly you all the way to New York, so I came home to celebrate our anniversary." he says softly as he smiles, as if he hadn't just come in his pants from watching you pleasure yourself.
"You didn't have to." You say, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his neck, "but I'm happy that you're home."
"Me too, and it seems as if I came at the right time." He says in a husky tone. You were suddenly hyperaware of how wet you were between your legs and the way it was dripping down your thighs.
"How long were you home?" you say in a shy tone.
"Long enough to hear how bad you wanted to taste me," he said with a chuckle, "I would say that I am surprised."
You hid your face in your hands; you couldn't look at him. "Don't tease me." you push his shoulder.
"Oh, now you're all shy." he says as he leans in, taking your lips against his own and grabbing the back of your head to pull you close to him. Your hand finds its way to his wrist, and you kiss him harder. He pulls back and looks at you, the need evident in his gaze.
You push him down on the bed and straddle his hips as you lean back down to kiss his neck, his hands finding their way to your hips and pulling you down on his bulge. You moan as you grip his shirt and tug on it. Jungwon smirks and sits up on your lap and swiftly takes his shirt off. His chiseled abs and chest on display as he lays back down, and you lick your way from his neck to his pants.
You look up at him, and he nods. You unbutton his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear. The cum from his earlier endeavor is there, and you lick it up, and the taste explodes on your tongue. You close your eyes and savor the taste. His eyes never leave you, full of admiration, as he buckles as your tongue lays flat on the underside of his cock.
You place your hands on his hips to keep his hips down, stopping him from bucking into your mouth. You explore his cock, tasting everything you were missing. You look up at him, and his eyes roll back as you take him into your mouth, and his fingers tangle into your hair.
You moan around him as you take him deeper and deeper. You gag, but you don't stop. You didn't think you could at this point; you needed it so bad. Your brain was fuzzing—maybe the lack of oxygen to your head—but you couldn't care less. Every time he hit the back of your throat, you felt like you were seeing heaven, and you didn't want it to stop.
"Baby, mhm, I'm gonna cum." He moans as you feel him twitch in your mouth, and you whine. The vibration seeming to be Jungwon's end as he lets out a hoarse moan and explodes into your mouth. You try to swallow down every drop, but some spills out the corner of your mouth.
Jungwon pulls you back on top of him and licks the cum off the corner of your mouth and moans again, kissing you so hard your teeth clang together. "You're so hot, baby. What would I do without you?" He helps you out of your clothes and lowers you down on his already hard cock.
You sink down slowly as you moan at how big he was. The amount of times you two had sex, you'd thought that you would already be used to it, but you weren't. Once he was finally all the way inside, Jungwon grabs your hips and grinds you down. You lean back, letting Jungwon see how your pussy swallowed his cock. You doubted it was possible, but you felt that Jungwon was getting harder.
You began bouncing, and you began to see stars as you felt Jungwon flick your clit, and your hips stutter. You lean forward, kissing his neck and bouncing faster and faster. His hands come down to your ass cheeks, and you moan against his neck. "You like that?" You nod.
"Use your words."
"P-please do it again." you moan as you brace your hands on his chest and move faster, his hand coming back again, and you moan as you clench around him. His hips buck up as he rams into you over and over, hitting the right spot till you see stars.
"Jungwon, I'm gonna cum."
"Me too, baby." You both move together seamlessly, bringing you both to impending orgasms. You arch your back as your slick gets all over the bed and Jungwon's cock, and he shoots into you. You slump into a boneless heap on top of him. He flips you both over and kisses you all over. He pulls out slowly, watching as his cum drips out of your abused hole. You moan softly. "I'll get you all cleaned up." He walks to the bathroom and gets a washcloth.
"Mmm, Jungwon." you whimper as he wipes you clean and kisses your thighs.
"Yes, baby."
"I love you.”
“I love you too.”
a/n guyshhh im so happy with how this one came out. hope you enjoyed love yall
He never really liked sex in the car because he found it cramped and stuffy, but one day he was so horny and his dick was almost jumping out while he was driving, he stopped in a secluded place and fucked you hard.
⋮ ⌗ ┆概要 ⨾ guys come and go, but heeseung's always been the centre of your universe. with his aloof, brooding air, you stop at nothing to make him yours - unknowingly jeopardising the one thing you always had.
李羲承 𝔁 𝒻 .ᐟ读者 𝔁 沈载伦 ── 6.4k
explicit content ⋆ smut (mdni)、dom!heeseung、switch!jake、switch!reader、heavy degradation/humilation、misogynistic themes & language (the portrayal of any characters here does not reflect their real life character)、threesome、car sex、oral (f. & m.)、vaginal fingering、unprotected sex (don't do this)、creampie、breeding kink、ruined orgasm、facial、spit kink、biting、finger sucking、dacryphilia、slight impact play、slight breast play、cowgirl & doggy position、cum eating、petnames used: plaything、pretty、the reader's a bit evil but so are heejake ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ⌇ℳ.list
⋮ ⌗ ┆便条 ⨾ this did not go as initially planned 😭 not that i had an outlined plan to begin with, but i hope that you're able to enjoy this somewhat cohesive mess nevertheless. comments are always much appreciated and really put a battery in my back ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ my next post should be a jungwon fic that's (ofc) longer than intended. until then, much loveeeee! <333
If there's one thing you've always been, it's lucky.
Life for you comes set on easy mode, everything your heart desires coming to you in abundance. Good grades, great friends, luxury, high self-esteem and all the guys you could ever want. Versatile taste with looks that could kill have guys flocking to you in droves, on their knees with the promise of everything you already have. When you were younger, you indulged: tried out what the world had to offer but when men tripped over themselves to be with you, being paraded around as their arm candy began to wear off. You'd become a prop in someone's life, a background character in your own and it just wouldn't do. Your resort becomes restriction, not falling into the arms of the best-looking suitor, someone you thought looked best alongside you to fit everyone's image and became selfish because if men were, why couldn't you be?
Have your cake and eat it too. Some may say it's backwards, but it's none of their business what you do in your spare time. Your life is your life only and what better way to relieve the stress of endless assignment deadlines then a game of cat and mouse? Purposeful in your selection, your needs are met in the careful curation of your suitors' desires, done only to satisfy your own but never extended to entertain the prospect of a relationship. Because if there's anywhere the mere idea of a relationship is repulsive, it's the lawless bubble of uni.
The pattern unfolds as follows: feed your ego, get whatever else you need and dip because who are you, if not, a little evil?
It's a tactic that's served you well, sparing you from the tears you refuse wasting on men. It even serves you now, a means to end in the form of your latest target.
Sim Jaeyun comes into your life a part of a module project, a paired assignment that at least places you with the smartest person in class. Drafting up research is something well within your capabilities, except the program you're tasked with using is your worst enemy. An unnecessarily complicated software that with the workshops you missed first year too hungover to show, an attempt at catching up is futile. Even more so now when Jake allocates himself the task, pushing his thick-rimmed glasses with a giddy smile before he jots it down in a planner scribbled with Physics meets and 'Coding for fun!' as his hobby time.
Nerdy isn't your usual type, but he's handsome to a fault. Soft slopes resembling a prince, especially when his eyes glitter. The itch manifests, his eagerness to make this as least stressful for you cementing him in your clutches. It warps the niceness of your brain, tactics of manipulation utilized as you play into cluelessness. Bend over for your dropped pen, somehow unaware a sliver of your panties peeks through all too short skirt. Lean impossibly close when he's inputting your study's results, hands resting on his arm, giving a good squeeze and glowing smile as you marvel at his work. You are impressed, but not enough to be fawning to such an extent. After he gulps down his lodge of nerves, offering you teach you in a shaky voice, you can't help but smile, sharp at its edges but a smile nevertheless, using the excuse to breach into more personal space until there's none left.
"You feel so good."
Fogged windows are your tell, alerting curious eyes of the nefarious activities occurring in Jake's beat up car. It's an upgrade from the grim state of low-lives you've regretfully slept with, but fucking in the same car your mother drives isn't ideal. It's the result of your pent-up self from the night before, texts sent to Jake going unread. Of course you have options, but Jake currently remains the only source of play you torment, a raspberry blown when you're forced to take matters into your own hands. You'd awoken to a flood of texts, rambled apologies and the promise to make things right. Always on your terms, because a life beyond that didn't exist for you. Therefore, you find yourself here, striking out with unavailable dorm rooms with a settlement of this ─ the backseat of his car.
The car rocks with every bounce, the squelch between your legs amplified off the motor vehicle walls. Pants shake out your parted lips, Jake's lips bitten and quivering as he watches his cock disappear into you, velvety walls wrapping around him, coaxing him into sweet release.
"Squeezing me so good, I can't─" his whimpers pour, head thrown back before his throat bobs with a dire exhale. A trail of sweat trails down the column of his neck, tempting you. You're feral enough to hook your nails into the skin of his nape, licking the salt clean off his skin.
He's docile like this, drunk on you, deciding between which view is better: your cunt dragging up and down his flushed cock or you, thinly veiled in sweat with a part of your lips that's too erotic for words. It tortures him, the pain and the pleasure, evidently heard in the chesty groan he gives, lips forming into a pout as his eyes grow vacant, drifting off far away into his own fantasies. Your ego doesn't need further boosting, but the flattery is nice ─ having someone so gone for you, they'll have you in any way they can. Take you however they can and in the swampy muddle of Jake's thoughts, his intentions shine through. His lips purse, face drawing to yours in a kiss you see coming and don't reciprocate. The best he's given is the splay of your hand as you push him back, forehead against your palm, his head knocked back to the exposure of his neck. He's so sensitive there, one of the things you care to remember for him, your chuckle marrying into his skin as the sink of your teeth preludes the graze of your tongue.
Jake may as well fall apart then and there, the shake of his body speaking to his torment as his hips lift to meet yours, the smack of skin cursing your eardrums as his tip notches into your sweet spot, your claws sinking deeper. Your eyes close, moan softened by the clamp of your lips, pleasure bloomed in your stomach coming into fruition.
Amusement finds itself tickling your chest, cocky grin cracked as Jake continues to shake, all your doing. Your hand migrates to cup his cheek, other hand bound to the car's headrest as your weight's supported by Jake's hands beneath, fingertips digging into the flesh of your ass.
"Am I making you weak?" You don't bother hiding your chuckle, thumb brushing its way over to rest on his lips, his glossy eyes on yours. "You're cute,"
"Better when your mouth's busy."
The prompt parts his lips for your thumb, pillow lips engulfing the finger with a peer up at you best describes as true surrender. Unabashed and hopelessly wrapped around your finger.
Couldn't be you.
Through the accumulated condensation, the mostly desolate parking lot incurs another vehicle, the rumble rocking beneath its wheels as loud music blares from its speakers. Your rhythm suffers, a minute buckle Jake catches you in, an exhale expelled from you as Jake shows his desperation, fingertips digging further as his hips buck up in haste, whines caught between your thumb then released. He thinks you're just as lost in this, body falling over his so his chin's tucked into the crook of your neck, his pants painting your feverish skin. However, you've just leaned forwards to get a better look, a peak of clear rear windshield confirming what you'd suspected all along.
Heeseung's here.
In all the bids of attention men seek from you, his separates itself from others. Primarily because he doesn't even try, never spares the time nor a second glance. He simply exists outside your social circle, feeding into the emo, loner stereotype you thought people outgrew gossiping over at uni. Alias, he remains a permanent fixture in your mind, visiting you deep into the night when you're restless and reminiscing about how he strums his guitar and what other things he could do with his fingers. Calm and collected, he wears cool on his face, branding himself in beat up Doc Martens and Nu Metal rock band t-shirt, a genre you share a commonality in. It's the very same genre he blasts, Fred Durst's rant of breaking stuff cut off when Heeseung kills the car's engine.
Your body reacts immediately, breath caught as you watch him haul out the flung open door, immediately lighting a cigarette he smokes against the side of his car.
"God, you're soaked, I'm gonna come," Jake cries, reminding you of his presence. You cast him an ounce of curiosity, line of sight all pleading eyes and flushed cheeks. "Can I? Can I come inside? I don't wanna─"
His rambles get caught off when you've directed your gaze back at Heeseung, watching the cloud of smoke puff out his lips. At this point, he's nothing more than a blurred figure, the heat of working bodies shrouding the car in meant-to-be mystery. The charade only holds up for so long before someone notices, the someone being Heeseung as his head of pink hair tilts, gaze directed over at Jake's car.
"Come in me," you mewl, coil tightened in your belly as your watchful eyes observe Heeseung creep towards the car. "I need it."
It couldn't be more obvious what occurs in the car's interior, your hips moving with intention as your eyes never leave Heeseung, the image of him pounding into you speed-running you to the cliff's edge. Moisture collects along your waterline, broken moan muffled into your circled arms as your walls clench in a suffocating squeeze, obscene squelches not doing enough to hide the rumble of Heeseung's approaching footsteps. They're only brought to a stall when Jake notches one last time into you, stars crossing your vision as you cry out with your release, Heeseung's name on the edge of your tongue.
He never attends parties.
Every club night, house party and in between has gathered fleeting moments where your eyes looked for him, Heeseung's presence never to be found. Perhaps he didn't care for the drunk crowd, better preferring the quiet of his room as Deftones lull in the background, immersing himself in whatever artistic hobby your mind could concoct. Fantasy fills the gaps left in the lack of interactions, your mind only left to wonder what kind of man he is behind the whispers of gossips, a torn artist with the sweetest voice, an iron-clad expression worn for the public with an immediate melt in the presence of loved ones. It's the exact scene that plays out before you as Heeseung's smokey eyeshadowed eyes cut across the room, landing on the figure that approaches him. Beomgyu, one of the more sociable emos who most likely extended the invitation to Heeseung, the bunch of his cheeks and the kindness of his eyes pouring as he gratefully accepts the drink handed to him.
Your mind is everywhere all at once, diving across realms of possibilities, trying to explain his presence, how to approach him and whether your outfit is approach-worthy. It's attracted a lot of attention, hungry gazes cast your way, but in the same breath as your own satisfaction, you wonder: would he like my outfit? Would he give me the time of day? How do you not seem like a poser when you actually have the same─
"What's got your attention?" Jungwon's voice pierces through, your mirage broken. "Oh, your chemical romance is here."
Eyes rolling to your best friend, your elbow nudges into his ribcage, a snickered yelp his response. "Can you not?"
"What? It's a good one, isn't it?" he beams a proud grin, shrouded in the darkness permeating the open-plan kitchen. A rainbow LED disco ball provides some glimmer of vision, the moonlight a supporting act as it streams through the kitchen's large windows, chatter and loud music dominating the space.
It's funny how in the chaos of it all, your mind narrows down to a single presence. Tucked away in the corner of the living room, on a leather couch as Heeseung chats with Beomgyu. He chips at his black nail polish, face brightening as Beomgyu relays a story full of animation, his friend catching the bug as his back lifts off the couch, an index finger pointed as he laughs. You don't hear it over the music, but you can only imagine what it sounds like.
Saying it leaves you floored is an understatement.
"You're gonna catch flies," Jungwon's hand lifts your jaw back into place, swatted away with a scowl sent his way. "Now you care when I'm handsy."
You grin as you straighten out your skirt, shimmying down the curves of your hips. "Wouldn't want you scaring away prospects,"
"Speaking in plurals when there is none," he gives a chuckle, head tipped to drink while his eyes remain on you. "You gonna approach him or am I taking you home tonight?"
Your head lifts, another roll of the eyes given in the face of his smugness. "You wish."
Then your gaze averts, because it's an inevitable in such circumstances. It happens by pure coincidence, the lock of your eyes, but it sends your chest into a violent ricochet. Seated right beside a lava lamp, Heeseung's side profile bathes in hues of sunset orange and resonate violet, his features soft and pretty, a stark contrast from the glimmer of piercings littering his face. What you'd assume is a gaze cast to Beomgyu is dismantled, his friend's figure vacant from the weathered leather couch, affording Heeseung the real estate to spread his legs, the tartan skirt over his jeans draping over his knees. As such, he looks to you, his chin slightly lifted in a leer of unspoken words. The lyrics of the thumping music boil into a babbled blur, softening to highlight the hard thump of your heart, beating at worrying speeds. It seeks to break free from the bruises of your chest, your hand white knuckling your drink yet still maintaining eye contact.
The one thing you prided yourself on maintaining - initiating - turns on its head when roles are reversed, cotton ball caught in the lodge of your throat as Heeseung regards you. From head to toe, he gives you three quarters of his face with no known expression before his eyes settle back on your eyes again, taking their sweet time at the length of your skirt beforehand. His tongue then darts out, smoothed over the plump of his lip, a slick glide teasing the snake bites accented near the corners of his mouth. It's then you wonder like many times what they'd feel like against your tongue, run over in a wretched drag as you cup his chin in your hand, succumbing to your own rules, diving in for a kiss you can't resist because in the end, you'd deem it worth it. Worth the attachment and mess that always comes as a consequence.
The syrup of your stare clears in the middle, haloed in slow dribble as you witness the uptake of his mouth. On one-side, missable to the naked eye, but never yours.
A sign, one you take and run with despite the rabbit in your chest, shoulders back as your legs take you towards him, the makeshift dancefloor clearing as the only way ahead leads to him. In the rash of your decision, your brain doesn't afford itself the luxury of anticipating what your first words may be to Heeseung, nor does it concern itself with anything else besides keeping your eyes on him, his stretch of satisfaction spreading as you stand over him, cracking a smile of your own.
"This seat taken?"
In the swarm of sloshed alcohol drinks and whispered proposals to head upstairs, Heeseung smiles at you, warm and inviting, ringed hand patting the open space the universe saves for you. And like every other good fortune tossed your way, you settle, no known nerves perceived except the slight tremour of your hand, engaging in your favourite pass-times.
Volleyed flirting.
"My taste's a bit all over the place, but divorced dad is where most my favourites skew," you joke later on, introductions and nervous chatter out the way.
You're more confident now, yourself with a straightened back and head tilted, smiling the same way you do when you've locked eyes with prey. However, what remains different in the game you've played with Jake is the absence of darted eyes, Heeseung headstrong as he observes you with the quiet confidence guys fawning over you rarely possess, babbling themselves into a hole you don't ruin your nails digging them out of. He's slouched a bit, legs still spread, extended knee a hairlength away from yours. He isn't the unreadable force you'd fuelled your fantasies with anymore, a sense of normalcy to him and yet, your heart's still set on him, the slim pickings of his personality given to you only heightening your attraction.
"Like Alice In Chains?"
"Yeah, Deftones, Queens of the Stone Age, Type O Negative, Stone Temple Pilots," you list, his impressed nods encouraging the flattery in your grin. "There was one house party where Unglued came on and I'd had some to drink,"
Your giggle interrupts you, attention lapsing momentarily at the buzz in your lap, your screen lighting up with texts.
You wouldn't answer, not with the current matter at hand.
"The kitchen counter and I made great friends that night. A video's probably saved in my friend's chat somewhere."
Heeseung gives a laugh, shielded by his fist, his bracelets jangling at the action. It's sincere, his shoulders lifted, almost pulled into himself as his eyes crinkle, their shine evident. You have to look away to calm the thunder in your chest.
"I would've paid good money to have seen it," he says, means it too in the soft expression he provides, your eyebrow raised in question. He doesn't bother with words, instead settling for a nod that feels a step closer to your end goal. "Maybe I need to get out more. Not just for concerts."
You point to the t-shirt he wears, a black concert t-shirt of a band you have a soft spot for. "You went to their concert?"
Heeseung peers down, chuckling to himself. "Of course! I don't think I could live with myself if I didn't see Cherub Rock live."
"It's so good live, right?" your exclaim comes with the drop of your hands, phone bouncing in your lap. It buzzes again and you toss it a glance of annoyance. "Crazy to think we went to the same concert."
"I know," he confirms, finger parting the coral fringe crowding his forehead. He shakes its part, eyes on you again. "Limp Bizkit's meant to be touring soon if you're interested?"
Hook, line and sinker.
It's words you've imagined far too many times, playfulness in you enough to toy with the proposition. Reality differs from the imaginary, however, what's meant to be an obvious yes differing in a real-life reply.
"I'd go, but I've got an assignment to hand in," the one you're sure Jake texted you about earlier. Not that you cared to read his messages. All night, the texts you'd received come from him alone, a bid for your attention, especially since the last time you talked. Your usual afternoon work session ended in a confession of sorts, no explicit mention of his feelings, because he's too shy to say otherwise, but he'd proposed seeing each other like it was something you'd be interested in ─ it wasn't.
So, you let him down easy, hand coming to give him headpats like a wounded dog as you relayed some bullshit excuse, giving him the kiss of death on his forehead before departing. You should've ended things there, expressed no interest in pursuing something you didn't envision with him but the looming project deadline proposed awkwardness you'd rather avoid navigating. It's your mess, created by your greedy hands, so you dealt with how you knew best ─ stringing him along, appeasing him because even if the title of your boyfriend could never be his, he was eager enough to serve you at every beck and call.
Your sigh comes out wistful, eyes directed to the man in front of you. The same pair that have been on you ever since your eyes locked. Goosebumps litter your skin. "Exams too. So, I'm a bit stressed at the minute."
Bait.
That's what it is. An opportunity for Heeseung to take your advances packaged in a pretty bow, eyelashes batted with your legs crossed enough to hitch your skirt higher, unexplored skin on show.
His eyes don't miss it, lingering there delicately before they flicker up to yours, a shade darker.
"That's a real shame. Would've been good to go together," his face starts to brim a closed-mouth smile, lopsided with all kinds of mischief. "Then again, if you're with me, you'll get rid of a lot of that stress,"
Chipped nail polish comes into view, a lone fingertip tapped against your knee in the thumps of ongoing music before he draws patterns, watching with a smile as goosebumps follow in his wake. His head lifts after he's derived enough satisfaction, the rise and fall of your chest seen in the cocky expression he displays.
"I'm good at relieving stress."
Which is how you find yourselves searching for the next deserted bedroom, your back meeting the plush mattress with your legs thrown over Heeseung's shoulders, fingers weaved into dyed hair as you sing his praises.
"You're so wet for me, pretty," he moans around your clit, body squirming in its aftermath. "Needed me that bad, huh?"
You have no idea. The thought comes to you, but quickly disappears in the fog of your brain, muddled beyond recognition in the puddle between your ears.
"Poor pussy's just crying for me," he goes on, fingers replacing his mouth as they curl right at the angle bowing your back off the mattress. You face him with a mouth agape and screwed face, stars dancing in your vision's peripheral. "Hate to think what you would've done without me,"
A grin cracks, shit-eating and full of the confidence you give him. "Probably fucked yourself silly on your fingers wishing they were mine. Isn't that right, plaything?"
The cry you let out is released in pure ecstasy, thighs clamping together with the impossible squeeze of your walls, wound so incredibly tight you're gasping for air.
"Close already?" his eyebrow cocks, finger incessant on bringing you there. "Didn't take you as the easy type..."
It's everything you're not, but deep down inside, you know. The ring of truth in his words, that you'd bend over backwards to experience this night again and again, fuck yourself to the very same images and the shame only brings your orgasm closer, so close you could─
"What the fuck?"
The lustful film takes its time clearing your sight, but when your head swivels to the open door of the bedroom, it disappears immediately. Along with your soul as Jake's figure lingers at the doorway, his glasses skew at the sight before him.
Not optimal, you'd imagine.
He at least has the presence of mind to close the door. However, him stepping into the bedroom with an unreadable expression has you worried, body rushing to sit up as your legs close.
Heeseung seems to have other ideas, hand lightly sandwiched between your knees with a flick to keep them apart. In an unbelievable change of circumstances, you'd rather keep them closed.
"What is this?" his eyes bounce between you and Heeseung, the obvious unfolding before him. His vision cuts to you, shock keeping his lips apart. "Are you serious?"
His arms fling upwards, fingers carding through his mess of curls as he spins hopelessly, grappling for reason. Heeseung casts you a sidelong glance, then the mess Jake's unravelling into.
"You know her?" Heeseung asks, fingers retracting as he stands to his feet.
Spun back Heeseung's way, Jake only directs his attention to him, wild eyes blinking fiercely as he stresses. "She's the girl I was talking about."
The girl..they were talking about?
They talk?
A lot, it seems, as Heeseung turns to you with a look of horror.
A boulder sinks to the pits of your stomach.
"That's crazy because I was just─"
"I know what you were doing," Jake cuts him off, eyes swiftly on you. "To think I came here to…"
The words burn in the fire of his building frustration, his groan dulling the distant sounds of the party as his hand swipes across the bottom of his face, jaw tight with tension.
You've never seen him this way, so pissed the shine in his eyes burns to ashes. Expression clouded with features so rigid they stir a mess of emotions in you.
"Did you know?" he looks at you, appalled. "Did you know we were friends? Childhood friends, mind you. Was I just some plaything whilst you were busy with other guys? Were you screwing me around?"
"Jake," your head jerks back, stunned by his audacity. "We aren't dating,"
You continue despite the eerie silence. "I know we've…done stuff, but it was never, we were never…"
Dating.
You might as well have sucked all the life out of the room, every figure unmoving as the party goes on, drunk students blissfully unaware of a different mess occurring metres away.
"I asked you to be exclusive," he states, plain and simple. "I asked for his advice because I was so fucking scared but asked you anyways. Only for you say you weren't sure, that you'd think about it and give me any answer after our submission,"
His index finger gestures vaguely between you and Heeseung. "This your idea of thinking?"
Perhaps your luck has ran out, exhausted by the good graces that kept coming your way for reasons of which always seemed unfair. That much is clear in the rolling horror film staring you as its main lead.
"Jake," Heeseung speaks for the first time, your lifted head spying the hands he braces against his friend's shoulders. "Let's relax, okay? We can solve this."
Jake does a wild blink at him, ignoring you. "What do you mean solve this? You think I can just say keep fucking her bro, I don't even care?"
An amused huff gets out Heeseung's nose, laughter reeled back by the clamp of his lips. "No, that's not what I had in mind."
"What is?"
Heeseung's head turns to yours, then slowly Jake's. He's still mad, more wrecked than harbouring animosity. And Heeseung, he's unreadable as ever. Except when your pupils bounce between them, body curling into itself with a tremble, you sense it before you see it.
The sharp edges of his smirk, the very same one you'd worn when Jake was putty in your hands.
Shit.
Misfortune looks a bit different this time round.
In the four walls of some unfortunate's bedroom, you'd clutched the front of your top, deadset on the assumption that your luck had run out, that karma had finally coming knocking on your door. In the cat and mouse game you'd played with unlucky kills, you'd sold them a dream ─ shapeshifting into the affection they desperately wanted, sweet enough to get what you want and for them to never entertain anything else because they couldn't stand risk of losing you. And when a new, shiny toy came along or their feelings reached boiling point, the kiss of death awaited them, sugar-coated ending words all you could give before it was onto the next one.
There's some questionable morality in it, sure, but no one comes out of this life unscathed. Preachers of holier than thou most yield the bloodiest hands of all and frankly, you screwing over men isn't a crime regarded with the utmost of significance. However, you do have a conscience and in the howls of night, it kept you awake deliberating if your own selfish needs preceded Jake's feelings because if you're honest with yourself, he didn't deserve this. He'd giggle light as air coming across the campus' roaming cat, specifically carrying treats in case he encountered the furry animal, enthusiastically nod along with the prettiest of smiles in the mass of bored lecture hall-bound students making lecturer feel worth while and he treated you well. Made sure you never touched a door and pulled out all your chairs, taught you the missing links of the software you didn't dare mastering and met everything you ever said with eagerness, even the most mundane of details no one else cared for.
If this was an AITA re-telling, screen split displaying someone's mindless Minecraft sprint, the comment section would be aflame with sympathizers. Coddling Jake and calling you the very blatant asshole you are.
Perhaps this is what assholes get, striped of their dignity, all your clothes in a sorry pile on the carpeted floor as Heeseung and Jake remain covered, nothing but sin and vengeance in their eyes. They've only lowered their trousers enough to reveal their cocks, painfully hard in your presence but never giving in to what you push your hips for, because really, you on all fours is nothing but gratification for them, you a mere means to an end.
Funny how things change.
"Should've known you were like this when we fucked in my car," Jake gruffs, a sigh produced as his flushed tip paints your lips in precome. As a reflex, your eyes flicker to his, tongue running over the trail in a motion that makes him groan, his cock wasting no time feeding into your mouth. "So dirty."
Like he's one to talk. Because when Heeseung's suggestion is set in motion, he's all over you, the same song and dance, contrasted by the grain of possession and bottled resentment. His kisses are searing, prying the hunger out of you and when Heeseung sandwiches himself in the mix, hands fondling your nearly exposed chest, a firm grip holds your jaw in place, eyes blinking in a haze. Your vision catches up soon enough, watching as the knit between Jake's brows cements itself in the harsh spit he drops into your mouth, enough force to jerk your head back. Heeseung's finger flicks over your perked nipple, intensifying the moan echoed in the back of your throat. Jake witnesses it all, the twist of pleasure your features mould into and smiles briefly, wicked nonetheless before he proceeds to where you are now.
Behind you, Heeseung pulls out completely, a mewl around Jake's cock he croaks a rasped moan at. The same is mirrored by you as Heeseung traces your soaking entrance, marking it in a mixture of precome and your slick before he slides in again, your walls conforming to his generous size.
"That was you?" Heeseung asks, an incredulous laugh mixed in with the smack of your ass. "Fucking in a car? How desperate are you?"
An imprint sizzles against the flesh of your ass, muffled around the gag of your throat. "Must be plenty if you're moaning for cock like that."
If not for your busy mouth, you'd collapse under the weight of Heeseung's words, so deliriously wound by lust you can't see straight, muscles burning in your arms. The only thing you can muster is a poor gag, saliva dribbling down your chin as you peer upwards. Jake's still mad, his chest laboured with a rigid set to his once soft features, staring you down with an emotion only making your stomach churn.
"Think I prefer her when her mouth's filled. What you think, Jake?"
He talks about you like you're not in the room, tears rippling down your cheek from their tight squeeze. In an instant, they flutter open, blinking rapidly from the force of Heeseung's thrust feeding Jake further into your mouth.
"Yeah," he agrees, voice grounded in gravel as he gives you his dark eyes. "You'd think she'd respect herself enough to not let us do this."
Brought to your knees, the degrading words do something funny to your brain, rewrite its chemistry and fire neurons long left dormant in the play you've busied yourself with Jake. You being the one in control, calling all the shots, only to meet your makers.
"Poor girl's leaking over everywhere," Heeseung chastises, grip bruising on your hips as he fucks you within an inch of your life, desperate gasps for air coming out in gurgles around Jake's length, prioritising his release fast approaching. "Your greed knows no end, huh? That's why you've done all this. Couldn't be satisfied with one cock, had to choke on two,"
Molten lava's poured down your back, arching it in a deep bow only allowing Heeseung to reach deeper, the deepest part of you bruised with punishment, the kind that curls your toes and rolls your eyes back in ecstasy. The twist in your lower bell is weaved so violently, as tight as you feel and the release you're nearing feels too explosive for words, a hopeless claw hinging and falling off the material of Jake's trousers.
Something like please is mumbled around Jake's length, tears clumping your lashes together as your only salvation is Jake, his figure haloed in the wrath of Heeseung's pistons, so persistent on ruining you from the inside out.
"Jake," your neck cranes, a dire inhale taken as your lips detach from his cock, string of saliva connecting you to his tip. "Please, I can't─I'm gonna,"
The end of your sentence frays into a rasped moan, a particular thrust dealt to you rendering you a sack of bones, nearly melting into the pathetic puddle you currently identify with. Jake saves you the embarrassment, jaw in his hand as he props you up, your arms shaking with the rest of your body, taking on more bliss than it can handle.
"Thought you wanted this, to have your cake and eat it too, no?" he relents, your jaw forgotten in the pursuit of his own orgasm, red-knuckled fisting his cock out the reach of your mouth. "You should be thanking us for going easy on you, you should thank me. Say it."
Timidity chooses now to intervene, the scorch of your cheeks incomparable with the palm smacked against your clit, a buck of your body curving it into half a circle as Heeseung laughs behind you, resuming his steady pace.
"I'd listen to him if I were you," Heeseung suggests, words breathy as he nears his own orgasm, chasing it with the bounce of your ass. "Would improve your chances of coming."
A slave to your own pleasure, your fingers curl in the duvet covers of another, line of sight finding Jake's. His lips are caught between his teeth, muffling the same broken moans you've become well acquainted with, the image furthering the twist in your belly as your eyes pinch together, letting shame swallow you whole.
"Thank─"
The gesture dies there, intercepted by the long drawn out moan Jake emits, enveloping the hot room as he orgasms, your face his canvas as spurts of come catch onto your features. Your eyes close on instinct, come landing over the makeup you'd spent the better part of getting ready perfecting, now covered in Jake's act of a get-back, stooping you to the level you'd always regarded him with. It should flare some annoyance, some shred of offence, but in the clench of your walls, memorising every ridge and vein of Heeseung's cock still hitting all the spots that make you weak, you can only let out a gasp, disbelief huffing out your chest in a hollow laugh. Like the delirious chuckle you give, your tongue lolls out over your lips to lick remnants of come within reach.
"Shit, I'm gonna come," Heeseung rasps behind you, grip firming on your hips as all your ears pick up on is the smack of skin, your breaths ragged as your arms crumble to the bed, giving in. Perched on the fold of your arms, your forehead braces, lungs expanding for oxygen you're pressed for, the fire alight in your body all consuming.
"I'll give you a present for your troubles. That's what girls like you like, right? Being filled with come?"
Rhetorical questions never yield answers and if you had one working brain cell, perhaps you could've conjured up a snarky reply, left the room with some semblance of dignity but again ─ if you're ruled by anything, it's your own selfish greed.
So, your legs flail in aimless kicks and circles, dulled ache in your jaw from its permanent extension as desperation flies out your mouth.
"Pleasepleaseplease, please come in me," you wail, release close enough to taste. "You're gonna make me─!"
Your pathetic rambles are cut off by your own scream, unleashed from the depths of you where Heeseung notches himself one last time before he comes, satisfying your bottomless hunger as he paints your walls in white. Your orgasm rocks you beyond comprehension, body lapsing into convulsions, your figure slumping into the plush of the mattress when Heeseung pulls out, the remainder of his come painted across the expanse of your ass.
You're left to shiver and shake, left to wallow in the consequences of your actions as your pressed chest attempts to sustain the aftermath of your body, eventually regaining it enough to lose its laboured rhythm. When you come to, your head lifts to survey your surroundings, finding Jake still there. Perched in front of you, having watched every moment of your undoing.
You must still have some come smeared on you, deducted from the glide of his fingers gathering a sample from your cheek, offered centimetres from your lips. A pout is all it'd take for Jake to relent last, except this isn't like before. The tide's changed and as much as you feign some decency, it's of your volition when your lips pry again, digesting the come sample off Jake's fingers, tongue swirling along his fingers to not leave a drop behind.
"You're fucked," Jake says, stating the obvious. There should be malice in his words, but you can't find any, none detected in the softened hue of his eyes, peripheral spying his fingers leave your mouth with a wet pop. "But you're ours now,"
He gets up to leave, a form of panic flaring in your chest at his departure and what ours mean. True to himself and you, he doesn't leave without the press of his lips to your forehead, a stray hair tucked behind your ear before he utters his last words.
"See you tomorrow."
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jungwon can't just be your classmate anymore.
tags: smut, college au, student!jungwon, student!reader, female!reader, jungwon's pretty dom, pet names, dirty talk, fingering, oral, squirting, cum eating, rough sex, choking, hair pulling, ass slapping, tit slapping, spit play, praise, unprotected sex
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“Ugh!” You groaned, slamming your head down onto the library table and sliding your textbook aside in the process. “This is agony, I’m tired of studying.”
Jungwon shifted his attention slightly, observing you through his peripheral without completely removing his focus from his own textbook. He and you were paired together for a research project, one that you honestly did not care for. You were never a fan of school to begin with, but you did try. Honestly, you were lucky to be paired with Jungwon, because he was one of the top students in the class. He was quiet, not saying much other than a correct answer or two during lectures, but he always smiled when people greeted him before class started, offering a soft hello before going back to studying, or occasionally, if he had worked far enough ahead on assignments, playing on his switch.
“I really wonder how you do it, Jungwon,” you sighed beside him, glancing up at him as your cheek rested against the mahogany surface, “I wish I could focus like you.”
“Some of us just aren’t good at studying,” he said simply, flipping to the next page.
You blinked at him, slightly taken aback by his straightforwardness, but he didn’t mean anything insulting by it, just stating a fact– and he was right, you weren’t good at studying at all.
You sat up and slouched in your chair. “I guess,” you shrugged.
He slowly lowered the book from his face, placing it onto the table in front of him before glancing sideways at you. “I can help you, if you want,” he offered. “I think studying is hard because most people don’t know how, it’s not a matter of actually being bad at it.”
Your gaze flickered from the curve of his brow, to his nose, then finally his lips. He was a really handsome guy, truly, he just needed to break out of his shell a little more.
“How so?” You asked, leaning forward on your elbows as you kept your eyes on him. The corners of your mouth tugged just a bit as you noticed his Adam’s apple move in his throat, a tint of red creeping up to his cheeks. Cute, you thought, amused by his apparent shyness. You supposed a woman being so close to him and maintaining eye contact is what did it.
“Well,” he gulped, eyes darting anywhere they could think of besides you, “we could test run a few methods and see if any of them stick.” You didn’t realize you were biting your lip now, but he did, a nearly inaudible shaky breath escaping from his throat. “You could come to my dorm room after classes tomorrow, if you’re okay with that,” he offered, “my roommate is out of town visiting family, so it should be pretty quiet and allow you to focus.”
If it was anyone other than Jungwon, you’d assume they had ulterior motives inviting you to their dorm like that, especially with the fact he was alone for a time, but he just gave off such an innocent energy that you didn’t find any harm in it. “Sure,” you smiled with a nod, “should I just text you when I’m done or?”
“What time do you get out?”
“Around four or so.”
“You can just come to the dorm, then, I’ll already be there since my only class ends at noon,” he explained. “Text me when you’re out front and I can buzz you up.”
You popped on a layer of lipgloss as you approached Jungwon’s dorm building, feet crunching the leaves below you. October was your favourite month of the year– perfect weather and cozy outfits.
You had to admit you dressed up a little bit more than you had intended. Nothing crazy, just an off shoulder sweater, short pencil skirt, and black knee-highs with a bow embellishment on the cuffs. You weren’t really sure why, it’s not like it was a date or anything. Jungwon was literally just giving you a lesson on how to not be shit at studying.
But, after your last meeting, you felt something shift within yourself. It was subtle, but you found yourself becoming attracted to him. There was something so mysterious about him, as if beyond his gentle, still persona stood a shocking revelation. You were curious by this invisible pull towards him and wanted to find out what was hidden beneath Yang Jungwon, the 2nd highest scorer in your Biology 101 class.
You: im out front!
Wonie: letting you in now. floor 2, room 18.
The door buzzed a moment later. You pushed it open, entering into the building and finding your way towards the stairs. You did have the option to take the elevator, but riding it up one floor when you were fully capable of walking a singular flight of steps seemed ridiculous in your mind.
You felt a growing tightness in your chest as you came upon Jungwon’s room, but nothing too overwhelming. You’re just here to study, you sighed to yourself, get it together. You took a deep breath before rapping on the door.
It opened a second later, your breath hitching in your throat as soon as you saw him– he was wearing a fitted black t-shirt, the outline of his abs teasing through the material, with a pair of grey sweatpants that sat just low enough on his hips to allow his boxer band to peek out from them. He caught your eyes lingering on his lower body, smirking to himself without you noticing.
“Hey,” he greeted, stepping aside to allow space for you to enter the room, “come in.”
You nodded, muttering a friendly “thank you” as you shuffled inside. You looked around the room, just observing the decor.
“Feel free to sit wherever– bed, desk, even the floor,” he said, shutting the door once you had made it completely inside, “you can leave your shoes in the entryway.”
You nodded, removing them shortly after before taking a seat at the empty chair at his desk. Your hands sat intertwined in your lap, eyes shifting across the photos that lined the shelf directly in front of you. You smiled softly at the childhood picture that looked to be with his mom.
“Okay,” Jungwon announced, now standing behind you, “so I printed out a few exercises and a questionnaire, figured we could start there.”
You chuckled. “You’re taking this very seriously, Wonie.”
He froze at the nickname, an unreadable expression flickering in his eyes for a moment. You had never called him that outloud yet, despite it being the name you had saved for his contact in your phone.
“Maybe,” he cleared his throat, “I just don’t think you deserve to fail.” You didn’t say anything, just nodding as he placed the small stack of papers in front of you. You could nearly feel his chin on the top of your head as he leaned forward over you to do so. “I’ll have you answer the questions first, then we can go over them together and based on what you wrote, we’ll walk through the exercises accordingly.”
“Heard, professor,” you teased, saluting him.
He swallowed hard, cock twitching in his pants as you continued assigning him nicknames. He silently cursed at himself, praying you wouldn’t notice. You didn’t, at least not yet.
He let you be, allowing you time to go through the questions without being disturbed. You could hear the faint tapping of his laptop keyboard as he sat against his headboard a few feet away from you, working on what seemed to be a term paper for another class of his. He managed to become engrossed enough in his assignment to lose his boner, which he was grateful for.
“Done,” you whistled, leaning back into the chair as you stretched your arms above you. You threw your head back with a sigh of relief.
Jungwon peered up from his computer, leaning over and reaching his hand out to have you hand the papers to him, “let’s see.” You placed them into his palm. He was quiet as he looked over your responses, which made you nervous. You knew it was just the way he was, but the insecure part of you couldn’t help but feel like he was judging you. “Cool,” he smiled a few minutes later, “I can think of a few things to try.”
You were pacing along the wooden floor, tapping your chin with the back of your pen as you repeated key words and definitions. Surprisingly, it was working– you were retaining the information better than you expected. The other three exercises Jungwon had you try were a bust, leaving you feeling defeated, but you gave the fourth option a chance and you were glad you did. By moving your body with repetition, you were able to mimic hands-on experience with words and definitions. You just discovered what worked for your brain after years of struggling.
“The sagittal plane divides the body into right and left parts,” you stated, feet shuffling closer to Jungwon. Even though you were getting the hang of things, you still groaned. “Jesus, why do we have to do a project on this, anyway?”
Jungwon chuckled, pausing his notetaking to look at you for a moment. “Believe me, I don’t really want to be doing it, either. It’s boring.”
You snorted. “I’m even more impressed that you’re a top student, then. How do you keep your interest?”
He shrugged, eyes focusing back on the notebook, pen scratching the paper, “I don’t, I just want to keep my grades up. That’s my motivation.”
You nodded, lips slightly parting as you understood. It made sense, though you don’t think you could ever find yourself being a person who could maintain focus on a subject that you didn’t care about just for the simple fact that you wanted to keep your grades up. You needed good intellectual stimulation.
“You never fail to amaze me, Wonie,” you exclaimed, “it’s cute.”
Jungwon froze, pen sliding out from between his fingers and into his lap as his heart pattered against his chest. Calling him Wonie and cute in the same sentence had him short circuiting. “What?”
You cocked your head at him, confused by his tone. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No,” he gulped, “I just– what did you call me?”
“Uh, I called you Wonie,” you responded, “that’s your name in my phone.”
His heart fluttered at your admission. “Right, but I mean– I meant after that.”
“Ooooh,” you drew out, “I said it was cute, your personality.”
“Ah,” is all he could manage to say.
You blinked at him a few times, still feeling lost as to what that was all about, then quickly went back to continuing your study session. There was a noticeable tension brewing, one you couldn't quite put a finger on.
Jungwon could, though. He couldn’t stop staring at your exposed thighs, eyes trailing up from them to your waist, then your bare shoulders. Every time you treaded across his floor, his cock would twitch along with your movements. The way your legs parted had him imagining his head between them, accessing your cunt with his tongue. The way your shoulders swayed convinced him he needed them in his mouth, biting down and leaving possessive marks all over them and your spine as he ruined you from the back.
He didn’t intend to feel this way, his motives were completely pure when he invited you over– he felt bad about your situation and, as an acquaintance, didn’t want to see you fail the class, especially if he had the means of helping you improve so you could avoid potentially flunking out of college. But, the more he observed you, the more he got to know you, the more he had to admit to himself that he could no longer view you as just a classmate.
He wanted to take you on dates. He wanted to hold your hand. He wanted to be there for you whenever you laughed and cried.
He wanted your cunt in his mouth. He wanted his cock dripping on your tongue. He wanted to fill your pretty little pussy up with his cum.
He always thought you were pretty, ever since he first saw you in class, but didn’t think much of it– he saw a lot of pretty women on the daily. But when you were paired up for the project, he felt himself becoming a bit nervous about the arrangement. And now, you were in his room, just shy of being bare in front of him as you continued to study. He never thought someone explaining anatomical terms would sound so sexy, but there you were, doing just that, completely oblivious to how it was affecting him.
“Say it again,” Jungwon said, hand flying over his mouth the second he realized he didn’t just say it in his head.
You stopped walking and turned to him. “Say what again?”
“N-Nevermind,” he muttered, hand anxiously scratching the back of his head, “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”
“Well, now I’m curious,” you giggled, approaching him on the bed. His heart was about to explode. You sat a few inches away from him at the foot of the mattress.
“It’s nothing, really,” he assured, “it was stupid.”
“I bet it wasn’t,” you smiled sweetly. He wanted to kiss you right then. “But, understood,” you nodded, standing up to your feet again a moment later, “I won’t press you to tell me.”
He grabbed your wrist involuntarily, pulling you back down onto the mattress. You yelped, surprised by the action, eyes slightly wide as you looked at him.
“S-Sorry,” he said sympathetically, “I didn’t mean to pull you down that hard.”
I liked it, you thought, not daring to say it aloud. “It’s fine.”
You two just stared at each other, unable to move. Your skin was hot, crawling with anticipation as you began to drop your gaze to his lips. You stayed there for a while, both of you clearly noticing there was something unspoken between you. You could hear Jungwon breathing, quiet and short breaths escaping him as his eyes failed to stay still, flickering across every inch of your body. Your skirt was riding so far up your legs that your panties were nearly sticking out. You could see the bulge in his pants.
Time stopped. Neither of you said a word or dared to move.
But the atmosphere was clear on what this was, heavy and laced with desire that was only seconds away from fragmenting.
“Jungwon,” you called him, low and quiet, “do you also… feel what I’m feeling right now?” You risked asking the burning question as you searched his face for an answer.
He swallowed, hard, fingers twiddling the duvet curled beneath him. “Y-Yeah,” he stuttered, voice cracking slightly.
“Then,” you exhaled, “what should we do? What do you want me to do to you?”
He inhaled sharply and squeezed his eyes shut to think. Then, in an instant, had you pinned beneath him, trapping your arms above your head with his hands as his knees rested between your thighs. He groaned, seeing the lace of your panties exposed to him, your skirt now sitting at your hips. He hoped you would let him see what was underneath.
“Y/n,” he bit his lip, eyeing you from head to toe. You couldn't breathe. “Never say I’m cute again.”
His change in tone shocked you, arousal pooling at your core as a darkness fell over him. You were putty in his hands now. “I–I won’t,” you whined as you felt his hand begin to creep up your thigh, “fuck.”
He leaned over and kissed you, slow, hot, and wet, as his fingers toyed with the lace of your panties. Your body jerked upwards in response, causing his fingers to slip underneath them sooner than he planned. He moaned against your lips, your warm folds covering him with your slick.
“Wow,” he muttered against your lips, “have you been this wet the whole time?” Admittedly, it had been a slow burn, ever since your initial nervousness when you first arrived. Only when he manhandled you did you start gushing. “I need to taste you, baby, holy fuck.”
He dropped his head to your cunt, pulling your panties off of you impatiently on the way. He tossed them somewhere onto the floor. His nose bumped your clit as his tongue entered your hole, hums of ecstacy vibrating through your veins, eyes rolling. He gripped your thighs, hard, to keep you still, fingertips pressing deep enough into your skin to leave bruises. That’s what he wanted, some physical reminder to claim you.
You mewled, thighs fighting to close around his head, but he forced them to stay open, giving him even more access to your sex. Your back arched, toes curling, as he placed his tongue on your clit, circling and nibbling lightly, while entering two fingers into you. He curled upwards into your gummy walls, chuckling against you as you choked out a groan, knowing he had found your sweet spot immediately.
“W-Wonie!” You cried hands gripping at his strands as you rode his mouth and fingers, “you’re gonna make me come–”
You couldn't finish the sentence, the coil in your stomach snapping as you released onto his hands and mouth, squirting all over the duvet below you. He lapped all of you up, starting from your cunt before moving to the cum dripping down your thighs, and finishing with sucking on his fingers. You bit your lip, watching as he moaned loudly with each action.
This, perhaps, must have been the side to him you wanted to discover. The cute, innocent boy you thought you knew hid something much darker and enticing. “You’re not as shy as I thought you were,” you said, catching your breath after your orgasm.
He chuckled, darkly, undressing himself completely before crawling over your still trembling body. You gulped, eyes landing on his cock. His size both terrified and excited you. “Oh, baby,” he cooed, planting kisses on your cheeks before reaching your neck, “you don’t know the first thing about me.”
He bit your neck, collarbone, then shoulder, and you gasped, hands finding his biceps as your head pushed back further into the pillows. “Then teach me,” you pressed, though your voice was weak and nearly in a whisper.
Something broke in him, and within the next second, he had you flipped over, chest and face shoved into the bed while he slid your skirt down your legs and off of your body. He rolled your sweater up to hang around your neck like a scarf, not even bothering to take it off of you completely. Your exposed tits, having not worn a bra, pushed into the plush mattress below you. Jungwon slapped your ass, your body recoiling from the sting. You moaned, hands grabbing the duvet as your knuckles turned white. You were already drooling.
“I hope you know what you just asked for.”
He slid into you, only offering you a second to adjust before pulling back and slamming into you deeper. You choked, spit coating the sheets as you reveled in his cock filling you up. He gripped your hips, hard, pulling you along his shaft so ardently that you swore you could feel him in your stomach. The room was filled with sounds of skin slapping and your filthy cries as he kept his pace fast and relentless. He moved one hand to grip your hair to force you upwards, moving it to cup your mouth once you were steady on your knees.
“Spit in my hands,” he commanded, pulling his palm away from your mouth just enough to allow you to do so. He groaned when you did, smearing it all over your lips, cheeks, chin, and finally nipples. He slapped both of them, then pinched, and you whimpered. “Such a dirty girl f’me, aren’t you?”
“Y-Yes, Wonie,” you stuttered, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers wrapped around your neck. He squeezed gently at first, “anything for you,” then harder.
He forced you back onto his cock, pistoning into your walls so precisely that it seemed almost calculated, hitting your sweet spots perfectly over and over again.
“Anything, huh?” He smirked, fingers reaching up to your chin to turn it just enough to look at him. Your body was trembling, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, as he peered deeply in your eyes. You folded immediately. “Then you’ll swallow all of my cum for me, won’t you, baby?” He taunted, teeth gritting as his wicked smile stayed plastered on his face. “You’re gonna let me fucking ruin your pretty little cunt then fill up your mouth, isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
You nodded profusely, breaths heavy, mouth hanging wide open as if you were already waiting for him to stuff it. “Yes,” your voice cracked, chest hitting the mattress as he let you go with a gentle, yet belligerent shove. “I want to drink your cum, Wonie.”
He grabbed your waist and flipped you onto your back, lips hovering over your ear a second later as he crawled above you. “You’re such a perfect fucking girl for me, you know that?” He licked one clean strip down your neck, tongue running across the few hickeys he left earlier. “You take me so well.”
With that, he kissed you hard again, slipping his cock back into you as he began pounding you hard, his long, thick length filling up every crevice as his tongue brushed against the back of your throat.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You whined into his mouth, legs squeezing around his waist. You were thrashing on the mattress, unable to stay still as he had nearly pushed you over the edge for the second time. “Shit– Won– I’m gonna– oh my god!”
Jungwon let out an elongated moan as he felt you squirt all over his cock, your loud cries as you rode out your high competing in volume.
His thrusts were becoming sloppy, sweat pooling at his forehead as he was nearly about to burst. His stomach tensed as he twitched inside of you, pulling out just in time. “Open your fucking mouth,” he hissed, bringing his cock up to your lips. You barely had time to open them before he shoved himself between them, releasing his hot seed down your throat. “Thatta girl.” You gripped his thighs to help him keep steady, feeling him shake beneath your touch. “Holy shit,” he grunted, bucking his tip into your mouth gently as you sucked all of him dry. He looked down at you, nearly coming again just from the look in your eyes alone as you hollowed around his cock, “you look the prettiest when you're swallowing my cum.”
You rolled your eyes at his dirty words, releasing him slowly with a pop once you drank all of him. He exhaled loudly, dropping his body next to yours before pulling you against his chest. You draped your leg over his hips and curled into him further.
“That wasn’t too much, was it?” He asked, worry evident in his voice. “I didn’t hurt you, right?” All signs of dominant Jungwon were gone as he defaulted back to his usual, gentle self.
You giggled, resting your chin on his chest to look up at him. “Not at all,” you assured him, “and if that’s what I’ll get for calling you cute, I’m adding it to my permanent Jungwon vocabulary list.”
He laughed, fingers running through your sweaty strands. For a moment, he let himself slip into his alternate persona again. “Fucking try me, baby girl,” he cooed, “it’ll only get worse.”
