I dabble in a bit of fanfiction writing at times *Fixes old timey glasses 🚬🚬Its so good and so addicting I can't stop it So I overdosed ⚰⚰ dm's alway open derse🌒light☀️pipia♓
in the absence of ao3 I think we should go become tattoo artists, flowershop owners, students, members of a band, long term rivals, coworkers, or get selected for a politically advantageous arranged marriage.
it really is interesting how most adults really only see child sexual assault through the lens of how it makes THEM feel. it's not really about the actual harm that comes to the children, it's about how they, the adult (the real victim) feels about the fact that a child or children got abused and taken advantage of.
like one time I saw a vid of some dudes who tricked some guys into thinking they were going to meet up with minors, instead they forced the two dudes to fight on camera. it's voyeurism, it's not about protecting children it's about the good feeling YOU, the viewer, get inside when you watch this happen.
or like I was arguing with some people about CSA being punishable by death. i don't care if child abusers die, let me say that. wouldn't care if they all killed themselves to a person. but there is a REASON child advocacy organizations will tell you that executing convicted pedophiles is a bad idea, and that's because it will lead to more children being killed to hide the crimes of the abuser.
But if you argue against THE STATE executing pedophiles, people start pulling the "ohhhh wow defending pedophiles. this the hill you wanna die on?" like no dude I just think about the effects of policy outside of the fucking feel-good yummies in my tummy I get from seeing someone I don't like punished.
underrated tumblr feature is being able to catch up to yourself on your dash. so there is an END POINT. and you can say “ah, I have reached where I left off, there is no more to see! I’ll take my leave now and come back later when there are new posts.” instead of being stuck forever in a bottomless algorithm pit digging deeper and deeper till you have to summon monumental strength to climb out
there's a lot to bitch about re: supernatural but at least it was made in 2005 starring teen soap actors on the cw with one million episodes per season. that's real television. if they made that shit now it would be like six episodes on apple tv and glen powell would be in it. so count your fucking blessings.
SUMMARY -> it’s just a scene. just a role. just acting... right? or alternatively, you have to film a bed scene with jeong jaehyun—the guy you can’t stand
WORDS -> approx. 6k
WARNINGS -> female reader x jaehyun, alternate universe - actors, making out, grinding, hand job, kissing, thigh fucking, you are bad at feelings jaehyun is a tease, jaehyun is whipped
- requested [no]
“do i really have to do this?” you whine as you stare at your manager like she’s just committed the ultimate betrayal. your manager doesn’t even bother to look guilty, she just scrolls through her phone, she clearly doesn’t care, then glances up with a shrug. “we can’t do anything about it, y/n. i mean… you literally signed the contract.”
you let out a dramatic groan and drop your head against the back of the makeup chair. “this is insane. actually insane…”
a bed scene. of all things, a bed scene! you can’t wrap your head around it. you're not even the lead, just some side character with a complicated emotional arc and now, apparently, a full-on makeout session that goes straight into tangled sheets. like, how is that even fair?
okay, fine, maybe it’s a little bit your fault. you might have skimmed over some pages of the contract. you might have been a little too excited to sign on because you liked the character so much. you told yourself it was about challenging yourself or testing your range and doing something new. and yeah, that was all true. you just didn’t expect the challenge to mean faking sex in front of cameras and at least thirty crew members.
your manager finally looks up long enough to raise an eyebrow. “don’t act like you didn’t know. i warned you. you chose to ignore me.”
“i thought the most intimate thing i’d have to do was kiss someone!” you protest, flailing your arms like that somehow proves your point. “nobody said anything about bed scenes!”
your manager doesn’t even blink. “well, surprise.”
you groan again and slump further down with arms crossed, full sulk mode unlocked. the irony of it all is killing you. you took this role because it wasn’t the lead, because you wanted to shine without carrying the whole show. you've done horror, comedy, and melodrama. you've been possessed, dumped, chased by ghosts, stabbed, drowned, and cried under rain machines more times than you can count. romance? easy. kissing? whatever. you've swapped fake spit on set before. it’s work. you're a pro.
the real issue is not the scene.
it’s who you have to do it with.
jeong. freaking. jaehyun.
if there’s one name that makes you want to throw something, it’s that one.
everyone in the industry has rivals, it’s practically a rite of passage. but your particular brand of rivalry comes with a name, a face, and the most annoyingly perfect jawline known to man. jeong jaehyun. the golden boy. all sharp lines, cold stares, and a fanbase that loses their minds over every half-smirk like he’s serving them a five-course meal. he’s a former child actor turned leading man and somehow, every project you even think about auditioning for, jaehyun either already rejected or is currently being offered on a silver platter.
and okay, fine, you can admit it, but only silently to yourself, and only when nobody’s around to hear it, you might be just a tiny bit jealous. just a pinch. a sprinkle. barely even counts.
still, none of that changes the fact that now, thanks to one stupid contract oversight, you have to fake fuck with the one person you can barely breathe the same air as.
you don’t get it. you don’t understand the hype about jeong jaehyun. people act like the guy is some acting prodigy, like he invented the art of crying on screen or brooding in slow motion. sure, he has that dark, mysterious, leading-man vibe that casting directors foam at the mouth for. but you? you're not impressed.
not that you've watched any of jaehyun's projects, obviously. why would you waste time doing that?
still, you are pretty convinced all those offers didn’t come from raw talent. they came from connections. nepo baby privilege, plain and simple. his family basically owns the industry and yet the public eats it up like it’s inspiring or whatever.
you know you're not any less talented. honestly, if you're being real with yourself (and you always are in your own head), you're probably better. you just… haven’t had the chance to see jaehyun act up close.
ironically, the very first time you do? you're paired together. of course. because the universe loves messing with you.
your characters barely interact in the beginning, just a few shared scenes here and there, nothing major. but now? now there’s a bed scene. a full-on sex scene with your rival. what kind of bizarre plot twist is that?
you're pretty sure this is some genius move from management, an attempt to boost engagement and stir up fan interest. and honestly, it’s probably working. your characters have been picking up traction online and becoming these unexpected fan favorites. and in the entertainment industry, nothing screams “good press” like smashing two popular faces together in a sudden hookup arc that no one asked for but everyone seems to want.
which explains why your twitter feed is now officially cursed.
@//kitarakitz: OMG???? the sexual tension between y/n and jaehyun's character is insane🔥🔥🔥
@//sandieee: make out atp😭
@//oyspart: the way y/n carries her character is everything😩
@//rytt: jaehyun marry me
@//aaruesnsn: these two have insane chemistry tho👀
@//barsibalth: AHHHH I WANT MORE MOVIES/SERIES WITH THEM TOGETHER. BUT AS LOVERS PLS PLS PLS
@//yunarku: i can feel that they would fuck next episode🙏
@//tfwtate: love how everyone is finally recognizing the chemistry between y/n and jaehyun. I WAS THERE FROM THE START
@//singcoo: even as rivals they have the tension🤕
@//quenie: talented actors!!
you scroll. cringe. scroll again. slam your phone down. scroll again anyway, because apparently you hate yourself.
you don’t want this. you don’t want the shipping, the fan edits, the speculative threads titled “the jaehyun x y/n agenda.” but people will think whatever they want. the only thing you can control is how well you act out the damn scene.
unfortunately, that means three excruciating minutes of fake lovemaking with the man you'd honestly rather push into a ditch.
you sigh dramatically. you just hope you can survive it without actually punching jeong jaehyun in the face.
you just stare at the floor, maybe if you look hard enough it’ll open up and swallow you whole. honestly, that sounds way better than what you just heard. “you’ve got to be kidding me,” you say in disbelief. “why does it have to be me on the bottom?!”
your manager lets out the loudest sigh known to mankind. “y/n…”
“no, seriously, i want answers!” you throw your arms up. “i already reluctantly agreed to this whole fake sex scene. reluctantly. but now i’m the submissive one?! what kind of joke is this? who decided this?”
your manager pinches the bridge of her nose, visibly counting how many years this job has shaved off her life. “y/n, it’s literally just three minutes. that’s it. after that, you’re done. no more bed scenes. no more fake moaning. over.”
“three minutes is a long time when you’re pretending to get railed by someone you hate.”
your manager gives you a look. “you took this role, remember? you were the one who insisted. ‘i love the character! i want a challenge!’ well, congrats. you got your challenge. now be a professional.”
you collapse onto the couch with your arms crossed tight. “why couldn’t he be the one on the bottom? my character’s not even that type…” you mutter.
your manager ignores you. “you could always ask jaehyun to rehearse the scene in advance.”
you sit up. “absolutely not. i’d rather throw myself off a building.”
“god, you’re dramatic,” your manager groans as she grabs her bag. “it’s not like you’re actually doing it with him. just get over whatever weird hatred you have and act.”
you scoff, looking away. “it’s not weird. it’s… complicated. and you wouldn’t get it.”
your manager rolls her eyes on her way out. “fine. but work it out, y/n. we’re not stalling production just because you’ve got beef with your scene partner.”
as soon as the door shuts behind your manager, you sink deeper into the couch. you don’t even fully get why you hate jeong jaehyun so much. maybe it’s the way every single movie project you wanted to be in somehow ended up falling right into jaehyun's lap. maybe it’s that stupid smug little smirk jaehyun always gives you whenever it happens, like he knows exactly how much it pisses you off. or maybe it’s just plain jealousy.
whatever it is, jaehyun gets under your skin in a way no one else does.
eith a dramatic sigh, you grab your phone and open your chat together. your thumbs hover for a second, then you type...
you: hey asshole
asshole: yes baby?
you: fUCK U stop saying that
asshole: hmm don’t worry we’re about to do that next scene :)
you: ???? weirdo
asshole: what do u want?
you: let’s practice that nightmare scene
asshole: wdym nightmare babe? hahaha that’s like one of the best scenes in the series
you: no??? delusional asshole. being in the same scene with u is far from best
asshole: hmm right
you: u wanna practice or not? as much as i hate this with all my being, i don’t really like disappointing my fans. even if i have to be all lovey-dovey with u
asshole: hahaha alright. let’s practice at my place?
you: ew no. why would i go to ur place? we can just practice here on set
asshole: hmm okay, you really want everyone to see how i fake thrust in you? :)
you: SHUT THE FUCK UP OMG. fine! at ur place! tomorrow. at 10
asshole: moan properly for me okay baby? ;)
you: kys🖕
you stare at the screen, wondering for the hundredth time why you're even entertaining this man, let alone texting him like this. the irony isn’t lost on you: sworn enemies in public, chatmates in private.
you groan, tossing your phone onto your chest and covering your face with your hands. this is going to be the worst three minutes of your life.
…maybe.
…probably.
…hopefully.
“okay, so… how do we do this?”
you say way too casual for someone about to rehearse a sex scene at almost midnight. you're standing in the middle of jaehyun's living room, barefoot, script in hand, and dressed in what is either sleepwear or something worse. an oversized shirt hangs off one shoulder, exposing your skin and the curve of your collarbone while your shorts cling to your thighs, leaving way too little to the imagination.
jaehyun blinks at you from the couch, coffee cup forgotten in his hand.
“i thought you meant ten in the morning,” he says slowly.
“i said ten. you didn’t ask AM or PM,” you shoot back instantly.
jaehyun frowns. “how the hell did you even get here? you don’t have my address.”
“i do now.” you shrug, already plopping down on the couch next to him. “i asked your manager. don’t act so shocked.”
“you’re insane.”
“and you’re wasting time,” you retort as you flip open the script on your lap. you cross your legs as you fully settle in. “we’re going through the scene line by line. no skipping straight to the bed part. that’s not how tension works. obviously.”
jaehyun doesn’t answer. he can’t. his brain is still processing at the sight of you who is half-dressed and sitting on the couch with your legs on display that should be illegal.
he honestly doesn’t know why you hate him so much. maybe it’s the roles, maybe it’s the fan attention, or maybe it’s just that smug smile he always wears. jaehyun has his theories. but truthfully? he never saw you as competition. not once. if anything, he likes poking at you because it’s too much fun. because when you are angry, you are addictive like fire.
and right now, that fire is burning on his couch wearing tight shorts while casually reading sex scene cues like they’re weather reports.
jaehyun takes a slow sip of coffee and tries to calm himself.
because the thing is, you are pretty. like, really pretty. not just attractive in a regular way, not just pretty that looks good under studio lights. no. you're the kind of pretty that gets stuck in your throat if you stare too long. the kind that makes people lose sleep or scream into their pillow or even punch a wall just to deal with the frustration. and jaehyun? he pretends he’s immune, but he knows he’s lying to himself.
and right now? with you casually flipping through a script that literally has fake sex between you both written in as a plot point? yeah, jaehyun is hanging on by the thinnest thread possible.
you, completely oblivious, tap a line and start explaining blocking. “we start here,” you say. “then the fight. then the confrontation blah blah blah and then the stupid sex scene. so we need to nail the tone.”
jaehyun doesn’t even hear half of it. he just stares at you. at the bare legs stretched out on his couch. at the messy hair and annoyed little pout.
you have no idea what kind of danger you're in.
because if this were real... if you asked even once... jaehyun would have you on that couch in seconds, rivalry and professionalism forgotten. the only “hatred” you would be feeling is from not being fucked nearly hard enough.
for now, though? jaehyun just leans back and smiles, pretending to listen.
“hey! are you even listening?”
your voice cuts through jaehyun's little daydream, yanking him back to reality. he blinks, caught red-handed, and looks at you with a grin. he leans back and draped his arm casually over the couch behind your shoulders.
“of course.”
you roll your eyes. you probably do that at least five times a day because of him, honestly. “let’s start now,” you mutter as you flip through the crumpled script. “do we do it in your room or just here?”
jaehyun tilts his head and hums. “scene’s in a living room, so… here works.”
“okay,” you nod, not even looking at him, still buried in the script. “let’s start then.”
silence...
awkward, suffocating silence...
you just stare at each other like two people who completely forgot they’re actors. you swear you can hear the drip from jaehyun's kitchen sink. it’s driving you insane.
finally, you sigh dramatically.
“what?” jaehyun asks.
“i told you to start, asshole. why are you just sitting there?” you snap and narrow your eyes.
jaehyun stares at you for a beat like he’s debating something in his head. then, out of nowhere, he asks, “you sure you’re okay with me actually acting out what’s on the script? i mean, i need your consent for this, y/n.”
you let out another eye roll. “well, duh. that’s literally the point, genius. this is an intimate scene. nothing’s gonna happen if you just sit there looking like some mannequin pretending to be alive.”
one of jaehyun's brows shoots up at the attitude but he doesn’t argue back. instead, a slow smirk creeps onto his lips. “alright then,” he says.
before you can even brace yourself, jaehyun reaches down and plants both hands on the inside of your thighs. you gasp, completely caught off guard, as jaehyun effortlessly spreads your legs and slides in between them. the couch creaks under your weight together and you swear your pulse skips several beats.
“relax,” jaehyun says with this low chuckle. “it’s part of the scene, remember?”
“fuck you! do it properly, then!” you snap back, cheeks heating way faster than you can stop them.
jaehyun only hums, hands steady as he shifts you into position. now you're flat against the couch cushions, legs spread open with jaehyun caging you in. your bodies press close and yeah... jaehyun's bulge is right there against your ass. probably not intentional but definitely not ignored.
you bite down hard on the inside of your cheek. is this really just practice? because if this is how jaehyun “practices”... then suddenly, you kind of understand all the hype around him. unfortunately...
jaehyun leans in, your faces barely separated by a breath and your eyes go wide.
“you ready?” jaehyun murmurs. “our characters were making out in this part. you wouldn’t mind, right?”
you clench your jaw and force your body to cooperate, to stay still. you suck in a sharp breath through your nose and try to steady yourself enough to sound calm. “do whatever you want,” you finally mutter. “let’s just… be professional about this, okay?”
jaehyun doesn’t wait.
he leans down and kisses you.
it’s messy and passionate, exactly how the script says it should be. and god, jaehyun doesn’t hold back. he kisses like he’s starving, like he’ll actually die if he doesn’t get a taste, and you… yeah, you feel like you're drowning in it. your lips tremble against the pressure and then... shit... an involuntary soft whine slips out of you. mortifying! except, technically, it’s in the script. so you're still being professional... totally professional... jaehyun better not get smug about it, though.
still, your palms push weakly against jaehyun's chest. but jaehyun just takes it further, grabbing your arms and pinning them above your head in one smooth motion. you barely have time to process before those annoying lips leave your mouth and began leaving open-mouthed kisses along your jaw.
“w-wait, jaehyun—i forgot the line in this part—” you stammer but jaehyun doesn’t stop for even a second. his mouth finds that sensitive spot on your neck and nibbles while at the same time he grinds down against your cunt.
you moan. loud.
okay, sure, the script said intimacy and noises but holy shit, was it supposed to feel this real?
“you're supposed to say my name at this part, y/n. don’t mess up your lines,” jaehyun murmurs against your skin teasingly. you swear your soul straight-up leaves your body. one of jaehyun's hands keeps you pinned tight while the other slips under your shirt and palms your stomach up to your chest.
and suddenly, every single line you memorized? completely gone. just wiped clean.
what the hell is even happening right now? why is jaehyun this good?
he’s acting, you tell yourself. this is acting. just acting. but it doesn’t feel like it at all. it feels like jaehyun has been secretly waiting his whole damn life for this exact scene.
and then, as if things aren’t already bad enough, jaehyun tugs your shirt up and exposes your chest before immediately leaning down to suck on your nipples. the sudden act makes you arch your back off the couch without even thinking. your breath stutters and a choked noise escapes your throat before you can stop it.
wait.
you're supposed to act this out in front of cameras? with an actual crew watching every second?
you've done intimate scenes before. this is not new to you. but you've never been on the receiving end like this... not like this. definitely not with someone who has you shaking by the second kiss and making you forget what the hell professionalism even means.
“ah—ah… nghhh…” you moan louder than you realize. your face burns but you can’t even hide it because jaehyun still has your wrists pinned tight above your head. and the grinding... god, jaehyun is still grinding against you while your body just reacts on its own. your legs wrap around jaehyun's waist without permission, like your body is begging for more and trying to anchor itself... or maybe just drag him closer.
you have no clue how long you stay like that. everything is too much.
then suddenly... jaehyun stops.
he pulls back and smiles.
“i think i forgot the next part,” he says casually like he hasn’t just ruined your entire life. he sits up, grabs the script you tossed aside earlier, and flips through the pages. “ah, here. i start lifting you while kissing you, then carry you to the bedroom…”
you just stare at the ceiling, chest heaving, brain completely fried.
what the actual fuck?
you're panting, probably looking half-ruined, and jaehyun is just… reading?
like he didn’t just blow your entire brain out of your body with nothing but his hands and mouth?
is this guy actually insane? jaehyun just left you lying there twitching and needy on the couch like you're not supposed to be rehearsing.
“fuck,” you whisper, breath still shaky. this is not the time to be horny... definitely not for jeong jaehyun. especially not for someone you supposedly can’t stand.
but then jaehyun has the nerve, the actual audacity, to smirk as he glances at you sprawled out like a kicked puppy. “hey, you good?” he asks, smug as hell.
your face burns and before you can even think it through, your fist connects with jaehyun's arm. not enough to actually hurt him but enough to make a point.
“ow—what the hell was that for?” jaehyun yelps, rubbing the spot dramatically.
you don’t answer. you just shoot him a glare, get up, mutter curses under your breath, and head for the door, clearly ready to storm out.
jaehyun was caught off guard then scrambles to follow you and grabs your wrist with a laugh. “hey, y/n, where you going?” he says teasingly until he sees your face.
the amusement drops instantly.
your brows are drawn tight, lips trembling, and just barely there... a tear clings stubbornly to your lashes.
jaehyun freezes while still holding your wrist, but softer now, he’s not sure if he should let go or pull you closer.
the thing about you is… you're very sensitive. emotionally, at least. always have been. you cried when you got your first lead role, the one you chased for years. your manager swears you bawled for three hours straight, hiccupping like a kid while still clutching the acceptance email like it was a golden ticket.
point is, you cry when you're overwhelmed, whether it’s good or bad.
so really, it shouldn’t even be surprising that you're crying now when your body feels like it’s been set on fire and then left in the cold. of course you have a tear threatening to fall. of course you're pissed off!
“let me go, asshole!” you snap, voice cracking as you try yanking his wrist away.
jaehyun panics a little and immediately switch tactics, grabbing your shoulders instead and holding you steady. his face shifts into something serious. “hey… hey, y/n, are you okay? did i do something wrong? was that too much? did i make you uncomfortable? i’m sorry... i swear i didn’t mean—”
“let go of me! you’re such a jerk!” you practically shout and then... yeah. the dam breaks.
the tears spill for real this time.
mortifying. absolutely mortifying.
you try turning your head away but it’s useless. the heat in your cheeks, the lump in your throat, the complete embarrassment filling your chest. it all just explodes out of you.
because why the hell are you even crying right now?
this is not a sad drama. this is not some tragic rejection scene.
no. it’s worse.
you're crying because jeong fucking jaehyun had you flushed and breathless just minutes ago with his cock grinding against you so good that you forgot every single line you practiced and then jaehyun just stopped. calmly picked up the script and started reading like nothing happened.
like he didn’t just scramble your entire existence and then deny you the release you were this close to getting.
ain’t no way you're crying because you're horny and left hanging.
but the tears are there. and jaehyun sees all of them.
for a second, jaehyun just… stares. something flickers in his eyes like he’s trying to piece together a puzzle only he can see. then suddenly, without any warning, he lets out a quiet laugh. not mocking, just warm and soft laugh.
“what the fuck are you laughing at?!” you snap, clearly frustrated. your cheeks are wet, your chest still tight, and now this idiot is laughing? seriously?
but jaehyun doesn’t stop. he keeps chuckling under his breath while his eyes crinkle at the corners as he looks down at you. his hands are still planted firmly on your shoulders steadily and keeping you close enough for jaehyun to feel how tense you are, how hot your skin runs and how every breath you take feels a little uneven.
then jaehyun leans in, closing the space between you until your faces are barely inches apart.
you flinch, but you don’t move. you can’t. your fists are clenched and your head is screaming at you to push jaehyun away but your body refuses.
and then jaehyun says, “y/n…”
a pause.
“...do you wanna do it for real this time?”
your entire brain short-circuits. you stare at him wide-eyed and completely unprepared. “are you insane?!” you burst out, voice pitching higher than intended. your palm smacks against jaehyun's chest and shoving with all the strength you can muster. except jaehyun doesn’t move an inch. he just stands there while wearing that stupid smug face that makes you want to scream.
“ehy would you even suggest that?!” you stutter as you refuse to meet his eyes.
jaehyun just laughs again. “what? from where i’m standing, you’re pissed because i stopped midway.”
your jaw literally drops. oh, you're going to strangle him. or maybe strangle yourself. “of course i’m mad! no... frustrated!” you blurt out as words tumbles faster than your brain. “why would you stop? that’s not… that’s not even professional!”
the second it leaves your mouth, you know it’s the worst excuse ever. absolute garbage. and of course, jaehyun knows it too because that smug shit-eating grin only spreads wider.
“really?” jaehyun tilts his head. “it got you so mad you actually cried?”
kill me now, you think. please. someone just take you out at this point. the fact that you can’t even defend yourself properly is already humiliating. your face is burning and your brain is a mess. desperate to save whatever is left of your dignity, you turn on your heel and mutter, “i’m going home,” as you try to yank yourself free.
but jaehyun doesn’t let go. his grip stays firm and refuses to budge. “i’m giving you the option, y/n,” he says seriously. “do you wanna do it? or are you just gonna keep pretending this is practice when we both know how much we liked it?”
that makes you freeze on the spot.
your heart is pounding so loud it feels like the whole world can hear it. slowly, you look up at jaehyun and for once, there’s no cocky smirk waiting for you. jaehyun is not laughing and he is certainly not teasing. this is not acting anymore. this is real.
“i meant what i said,” jaehyun continues. “all that touching earlier? that wasn’t practice.”
your breath hitches.
what. the. fuck.
what the actual fuck.
you stare at jaehyun like you're seeing him for the first time, trying to make sense of it and trying to wake yourself up from whatever insane dream this is. are you really considering it? giving in to the same guy you've been “hating” for years? all the bickering and the petty fights... was all of that just leading here?
to him. wanting jaehyun. not as a partner. not as a character.
but as himself.
you want him.
god help you, you actually fucking want jeong jaehyun.
you inhale shakily, your face caught somewhere between a scowl and a blush but the way you lean in gives you away completely. your faces hover just inches apart now and you mutter through your clenched teeth, “i still hate you,” even as your hand slides up and curl tight around the back of jaehyun's neck.
and then you yank him down and crash your mouths together.
jaehyun doesn’t even hesitate. he kisses back like it’s the only thing that’s ever made sense. one arm snakes around your waist and pulling you close while the other steadies you both. and the kiss... it's not your characters. it’s your real selves. just yourselves.
screw the script.
it turns rough fast. jaehyun groans low when you press your palm against the obvious bulge in his sweatpants, the sound guttural and making his grip on your waist tighten hard enough to leave a mark. he nips at your bottom lip, sharp enough to make you gasp and immediately deepens the kiss to slide his tongue past as he swallow the broken moan that slips out.
your brain is basically fried. you can’t think straight.
jaehyun doesn’t even let you breathe. his hands drop lower and cup your ass as he urges you backward toward the couch. you stumble into it and you collapse onto the cushions with jaehyun hovering above you in seconds. instinct takes over and you wrap your arms around his shoulders.
the kisses don’t stop, they just trail lower along your jaw, down your neck, and you moan louder especially when jaehyun grinds his hips down.
he's hard and you're wet. no use pretending otherwise.
“fuck…” jaehyun hisses and then your shirt is gone, yanked over your head and tossed across the room like it means nothing. the sudden chill makes you shudder and instinct has you trying to cover yourself but jaehyun doesn’t let you. he grabs both wrists and pins them down against the couch cushion. before you can even curse at him, warm lips close around your nipple and your breath stutters out in a gasp.
“ahh—mhh…” the sounds tumble out uncontrollably before you can stop them. you arch up as your body chases more contact. you want to so badly grab onto jaehyun's hair but with your hands trapped, you're left helpless and reduced to a trembling, whining mess. jaehyun switches between your nipples, sucking and licking until your whole body feels like it’s shaking. all the while his hips grind down and his cock rubbing through your thin layer of shorts, just enough to torment but nowhere near enough to satisfy.
when jaehyun tugs at your nipple with his teeth, you let out a whine as your hips jerks up on instinct.
“fuck… baby…” jaehyun groans against your skin as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. his hands wander restlessly, one sliding down over every inch of skin he can touch, the other tugging at the waistband of your shorts. “i don’t have a condom…”
you whimper, frustration spilling over your body. your brain barely works but your mouth blurts shamelessly anyway.
“j-just… just fuck my thighs.”
jaehyun freezes. his brain short-circuits, and whatever self-control he thought he had? gone.
you have no idea what kind of chaos you just invited in.
jaehyun wastes zero time, he yanks your shorts down without warning and ears a yelp as you instinctively close your thighs together at the sudden rush of cold air. it doesn’t last long though because jaehyun is already shoving down his own sweats and boxers in one motion. your eyes drop and your jaw just… goes slack.
and then you stare.
holy shit.
jaehyun's cock is huge. not just big... massive. thick, girthy, and veiny. there is no way that thing could ever fit inside you if it came down to it. just the thought of the stretch makes your whole body tense. you would split in half.
your breath stutters when you watch jaehyun casually spit into his palm, long fingers wrapping around himself as he starts stroking himself slowly. fuck. that’s so hot. it’s unfair how hot that is.
for a second, you almost forget you're supposed to hate this guy.
then jaehyun settles between your thighs again and forces them apart without resistance. “damn,” he mutters as he stares at you. you can’t even think about covering up. your body’s already covered in hickeys and bite marks, cunt soaking and aching, hole exposed and twitching.
jaehyun spits into his palm again, this time rubbing his fingers around your cunt and stroking them slowly. you moan immediately. when jaehyun presses his cock at your hole and grinds, the friction makes you whine, head tipping back against the couch as you writhe beneath him and pant helplessly.
then jaehyun grabs your thighs and squeezes them tight together, slotting his cock right between the soft press of them before thrusting forward without warning.
“ah—ahh, jaehyun—wait—” you gasp, your voice cracking apart into moans that spill out of you helplessly. you don’t know where to hold or what to grab onto. everything is too overwhelming and jaehyun's relentless pace is making it worse. jaehyun fucks into the tight space between your thighs, his cock grinding hard against your cunt and the messy slide of skin-on-skin makes you tremble all over.
“keep your thighs close, y/n,” jaehyun growls. his hands clamp down on your legs and holding you exactly where he wants you, then his hips slam forward over and over.
and you?
you've never felt anything like this before. never felt this much pleasure in your life.
you've also never felt so fucking vulnerable.
jaehyun's still mostly dressed, only his cock out, while you are bare, completely stripped down and exposed to every greedy touch and hungry stare. it feels humiliating but god... it feels so fucking good. especially with jaehyun's mouth latched on you and sucking at your nipples.
you arch up, moaning louder as your thoughts blur. and then a dangerous thought slips in... what if you actually got properly fucked?
you'd probably cry.
“jaehyun… i’m close—” you gasp, voice shaking as your stomach twists tight. but jaehyun doesn’t slow down, not even a little. if anything, he fucks harder and his thrusts are turning desperate like he’s fully set on wrecking you.
“i’m close too…” jaehyun groans, burying his face into the crook of your neck. moments later, with one last deep thrust that makes your eyes roll back, you both come together.
you let out a broken moan, body trembling helplessly. jaehyun grunts against your skin, holding you tight and grinding slowly as he rides out every aftershock before finally stilling.
for a while, the only sound is your panting and hearts racing like crazy.
eventually, jaehyun pulls back just enough to look at you as he takes in your fucked-out state. then he leans down and kisses you slow. when he finally pulls away, for the first time all night, you don’t even have one sarcastic thing to say.
“and cut! wow, that was amazing, you two. as expected.” director beams from behind the monitor, clapping his hands like he just watched art come to life. around the set, crew members finally start moving again... some looking quietly impressed, others looking way too flustered to even make eye contact.
it’s the big day, scene 28, and somehow, you nail it in one go.
honestly, if you didn’t know better, you’d probably think you both were actually doing it. that’s how good it looked.
you slip on your robe, trying to act unbothered as you head over to your manager. your manager is waiting with the proudest grin. “wow, y/n. the practice really paid off, huh?”
your cheeks heat up instantly and you scoff. “yeah. it was hard at first… but we got through it.”
your manager hums. “well, at least scene 28 is done, right? nothing left to stress about.”
“yeah…” you nod, maybe a little too quick.
but then your eyes drift across the room and there he is.
jeong jaehyun. smirking like the smug bastard he always is, eyes locked right on you like he hadn’t just fake-fucked you into the mattress. worse, he’s still in costume... hair messy and shirt unbuttoned just enough. he knows exactly what he’s doing.
then your phone buzzes.
asshole: hey pretty:) wanna grab some coffee?
you: no
asshole: aww :((( we did so well today, don’t you think it deserves a little celebration?
you: why the hell would u even need a celebration for a sex scene?
asshole: hahaha nothing, you just did so great
you: lol thanks
asshole: so… you want to or not?
you: fine, but that doesn’t mean we’re friends
asshole: of course y/n hahaha. friends don’t usually rub their genitals together
you: SHUT UP
the scene might’ve wrapped but whatever this thing between you is… yeah, it’s just getting started.
Johnny Suh X Reader (16+ for heavy make out session ig)
Summary; Reader is ditched by date and Stranger Johnny comes to her rescue. They build a friendly raport since Johnny is ‘running’ from trouble and Reader is bored. they play boyfriend and Girlfriend for the day. The fashion Evaluator’s choice of outfit leads to a hot and heavy make out session in a changing room at the mall.
TW: Explicit language, suggestive touching, bad mouthiing person(judging)
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“Think her date ditched her?” They started again.
“Look at the untouched glass…maybe she bought it to pretend she came with someone?”
“True…wanna bet she fakes a phone call and leaves after eating to ditch the bill?”
I drank some water, as the wifi began sticking, I sighed to myself. My hair was falling, Banks left, and now I’m alone waiting on food, with two underaged kids insulting me. Weren’t they there to stalk their celebrity crush? Why were they picking on me?
“Hey doll, Did you wait long?” A smooth voice asked as a tall man slid into the seat in front of me. I didn’t say anything. I looked over him to check his wealth. Clear skin, designer hoodie, jeans, grey sneakers, his watch caught my attention a cart black square face watch. At least $10,000? I recalled Banks showing me his.
“Holy shit…you think she’s a sugar baby?” The girl whispered to her friend.
“And who are you handsome?” I asked looking at his lor-racks looking figure.
“Young ho, your date for the evening,” He said, picking up the wine, tilting it to me.
19+A Cat and Mouse Type of Love- Johnny Suh x Fem-Reader 19+
Johnny Suh X Reader….19+ Angsty to smut to Fluff… 19+
19+ TW: Explicit Language,Sexual content,Guns 19+
Kinks; spanking, dress up(Cute lil outfits), handcuffs, name calling, gifts…?
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“Detective? We need to stop meeting like this,” The infamous cat burglar’s voice rang out in your ears. Tied into one of his always skillful traps.
“Johnny Suh! Let me down and I can have your sentence reduced from 6 lives to five and a half!” You scream, peering into the darkness that touches your leg, to remove your gun.
“Detective,” His soft voice purred into your ear as his hands roamed your body in search of a weapon or a camera, “Why are you so mad? Don’t you enjoy our little game of cat and mouse?? ”
“Catching assholes like you and making sure you get 15 to life is my job! I’m not here to play games with you!”
“Oh no. How unfortunate that you think like this,” Johnny drowned out, yanking your ponytail back, “ Don’t you know a cat had nine lives, Detective? ”
“You’d have none if I weren’t tied back,” You scowled. As Johnny Jumped away from the oncoming beam bending to let it pass completely. You were in a museum said to house the world largest pink diamond tonight and the greedy animal was rumoured to want it. Leaving a neon green like stain on the glass that is said to exhibit the diamond around this time in the morning.
Numerous people stumbled in and out as a short man laughed and made jokes with the injured as others came about like it was a mini hospital. Some doctors she guessed did simple injuries and the more extreme cases or the emergency ones went into a room, a large brown door with a smiley face on it.
“y/n,” The cheerful secretary called out, causing her to jump, “What’d you break this time? Should I buzz you in?”
“Yeah please,” y/n panted as she tried to catch her breath. Looking at the cute fellow, Almond type eyes with an impish sparkle, Henry. He pointed her to the brown door. Confused but curious, she followed in.
A large room like the patient boy from earlier. She sat down trying to remember why she came here so often lately.
Work?
Life?
Was it stress?
“y/n? What happened?” His soft voice asked. Sweet, and warm, y/n instantly felt her stomach turn.
“Uhhmm… well..,” She fumbled for words, the high and mighty man killer was stumbling after seeing the quiet JaeHyun.
“Fall and hit your head too hard? Brain Damage?” He laughed.
The small sound aired out of heaven in her mind.
She caught herself checking him out. His blue jeans and white t-shirt contrasting his brown cardigan. It was baggy looking yet pulled at his thighs and he scooted over on his rolling chair. Her eyes drifted to his face, soft sweet features, a calm look in his warm eyes.His thin lips dry.
“Who are you again?” She asked, letting her eyes meet his.
“Your doctor,” JaeHyun said looking at the confused woman. His eyes moved over the woman quickly.
“No,” She shook her head, “Who are you to me?”
“Who am I other than your doctor?” JaeHyun asked, his fingers tracing small circles on her inner ankle. He pulled her leg forward to rest between his thighs. Coming forward her knee bent up and he kissed her knee through the jeans keeping eye contact, “Can you guess? Or should I diagnose you?”
“Diagnose me then Doc,” y/n smirked, throwing her other leg over his shoulder leaning back on her arms.
JaeHyun had time.
There was nothing to do in the office other than sort through records and gossip. One of which he had finished and the other he dreads, y/n came in the room like a saving grace, like an object to distract an anxious child. He enjoyed experimenting with her body just as she liked having him care for her. She was experienced but never knew to have herself taken care of. JaeHyun liked that, he liked it a fucking lot. A brand new drawing book for him to taint.
He smiled as he kissed long kisses up her leg, his hands gripping her waist. He bit her inner thigh light causing her to shift her weight, using her hand to undo her jeans button. She put her hand in her mouth and sucked her fingers then moved her hand to touch herself.
Taken back by y/ns’ now prideful and somewhat sexy actions he sat back, watching as the woman threw her head back in pleasure. Moving to tease her thighs he traced his fingers to the band of her jeans and pulled them down causing her to lie back as he took them off.
Her movements slowed as she edged and her stomach rose and fell rapidly.
“Are you close, y/n?” JaeHyun asked, his voice somewhat bothered by the sexy woman teasing him. He himself was beginning to throb with the limited sight he had at her.
“No,” She panted while sitting up, using her long legs to pull him forward and crash onto the hospital bed, “It’s a little small so you’ll have to stay close.”
“You know these beds made a lot of noise,” JaeHyun smirked, “Aren’t you worried about the door opening this time?”
“Then I guess you have to work quietly?” y/n smiled back and she moved to sit on her knees, leaning to JaeHyun she pulled at his jeans, “Isn’t that right Doc?”
“How far?” JaeHyun asked as the woman sat back slowly rocking her hips on her heel.
“All the way,” y/n smiled.
“ Then strip,” JaeHyun commanded, looking as if he knew y/n would shy away from such an order, she’d reluctantly do it knowing there was someone who’d see her and spill her secret. He knew the woman sitting in front of him wasn’t okay.
“Should I?” y/n smiled and quickly pulled her top off, moving to unhook her bra, throwing it onto the chair. She saw the flash of lust in his eyes as he adjusted himself to sit back.
“Aren't you throwing yourself too quickly into this?” JaeHyun asked, wondering if she’d been yelled at again by her boss.
“Shut up and kiss me doctor,” y/n mewed and kissed him. Forcibly as he took over, forcing her into submission he bit her bottom lip as her eyes closed, enjoying the moment. Kissing her slow and wet, sucking her tongue leaving her breathless, as she whined for more. Her eyes pleaded to him to ease the heat building up between her legs.
“Doctor, I want you,” y/n moaned out, as JaeHyun slowly kissed down her neck and moved to her chest. The look of the woman begging for him in nothing but her lace panties made him need her. He couldn’t resist. As she laughed leaning back the lower down her body he got. Kissing her hood he used the tip of his tongue to try/n a sensual line of spit up her body.
“I’m not giving you what you want y/n,” JaeHyun breathed out, he lied he wanted nothing more than to be thrusting his hard cock in and out of her wet lips. Seeing her drool with her sweet eyes glassed over with tears begging for him to relieve her orgasm.
“Tell me what I owe then,” y/n breathed, moving to sit on his thigh, her wetness soaking through her panties. The more he spoke the hotter she got for him.
“Nothing,” He said as she began rigging his thigh, using her hand to rub his hardening dick. Up and down through his clothes as he heard someone call his name. His warm eyes darted to the door trying to guess how far away the voice was.
y/n however didn’t like it that his eyes were somewhere else. Moaning loudly as she began edging again. Moving quicker as her skin began making soft slapping sounds as the bed moved slightly. JaeHyun’s eyes moved back to y/n, her aroused figure smiling down at him. He moved up and kissed her. Their lips connected, sending shivers down her spine as he pushed her back and moved his hand between her legs.
The moaning woman wrapped her arms around his neck as he began flicking her clit left to right with his thumb. Quickly. She moved up, grinding her hips against his hand. He slipped his index and middle finger down her dripping pussy coating it in her slick and slapped her pussy. The quick movement caused her to jump as he finished working on her. A loud squeak as the metal frame hit against the wall. As her body arched up, gasping for air.
Pulling back as JaeHyun draped her legs over his he licked the cum on his fingers looking down at the orgasm leaking out of her neat folds. Moving down he cupped it blocking the slick from coming out. The runny liquid quickly seeped into his fingers. She moved her hand down, pulling at his t-shirt to get spy/n.
Slipping her hand down she undid his jeans shakily pulling at his boxers, as he sprung up. The sound of his erect cock hitting the back of her thigh made her pussy throb. JaeHyun felt every clench she made holding back her breath, and he knew more about her than the others. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help it as he aligned himself with her.
Pushing in the tip, y/n’s eyes rolled back into her head as she bit down on the back of her hand, as he pulled out. Hands gripping her waist as he squeezed his base to hold himself back. Using his hand to rub his tip up and down her folds, hitting her cunt lightly as he moved his hand to rub her clit slowly again.
Long strokes as he put the tip in again. Loving the feeling of her slippery walls taking him in and milking him. Each thrust made a filthy sound that made y/n throb and open her legs wider, grinding against him, for more.
“Put it in deeper, doctor,” y/n moaned against her saliva running down her hand, biting her pretty bottom lip hard as he rocked her body back and forth. The soft squeaks of the bed was a sure sign of what was happening but everyone pretended not to hear. y/n kept her voice down as did JaeHyun he knew he was cumming. As he pulled out blocking his own orgasm.
y/n came again her second orgasm for the 30 minutes they were together. Knowing she had her fun she sat up. Looking down between them as his dick stood still, its blood rushing, and hot.
She laid forward between his thighs licking up his length, Coating him in her spit.
“Can I please?” She begged as JaeHyun nodded.
Leaning forward he moved his hand down into her and wet it, bringing it back to coat his cock in the slip. Watching as y/n went down licking herself off of him. Swirling her tongue on his tip and sucking him as she bobbed her head on him. Stuffing his fingers into her mouth he brought her cum to spread on her lips as she moaned against him rubbing his balls lightly as she did.
Grabbing her head back, her eyes were dripping in tears as he came on her tongue. The pearl strands filled her mouth as she cupped her tongue. A simple nod made her swallow, then move down to lick the excess off of him. A filthy pop when she sat back.
Taking a few minutes to regain his energy JaeHyun watched as y/n fell back, lying as the cum dripped out of her cunt. Her underwear roughly pulled to the side. Knowing that she could have been his, made him conflicted as he moved to pull her panties back into place, blocking her from continuing anything. She pulled him into a kiss one last time. The tight airless goodbye lasted until y/n pulled him close, then pushed him away.
“That was hot,” She groaned looking back at him as she reached for her bra.
“And we went too far,” JaeHyun sighed.
“Too far? I’d never change doctors’ and if you leave I’m following,” y/n winked at him as she pulled on her t-shirt. Moving her legs to stand up, “Where’s your bathroom?”
“Left,” JaeHyun grumbled as he held her close. Now properly dressed he lifted her up, she stuffed her hands between her legs to stop and flow and he sat her down on the toilet.
“Thank you, Doctor,” y/n smiled as she wiped herself up, a packet of feminine wipes showing up in front of her, “For me?”
“Yeah I felt bad you don’t get to clean up properly when you usually leave,” JaeHyun said scratching the back of his neck.
No, He made y/n feel safe.
“I don’t mind,” y/n smirked looking up at the sweet gentleman, taking the napkins, unscented and safe, “Can we go again?”
“Right away? We just finished?” JaeHyun asked, concerned about y/n’s sudden urges.
It’s never happened before. She never came to him without needing something, the sex was just a little addition like a lollipop after leaving the doctor. JaeHyun wondered why she just came in today and allowed him to go that far.
“I’m just fucking around JaeHyun,” y/n smiled, turning to wash her hands.
“I know but still..also here,” JaeHyun moved to get a pack from a little cabinet. A little jar of coloured cloth folded, “I got these too, underwear so you don’t have to wear yours until; you get home.”
Sweet, he was sweeter than sugar and y/n wanted her blood filled with him, but she had other things to do. She wanted to fuck around before returning to her troublesome everyday life.
The Doctor’s office was her escape unlike others.
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And uhh...im case you were wondering why I spelt his name so...wrong...well.......with my luckkk...I aint trying to get beef a certain aquaintance...
19+ Aao Raja dheere dheere/Come King slowly slowly (આઓ રાજા ... धीरे धीरे राजा राजा)- Xiao DeJun X Fem! reader 19+
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He was fucking sexy. Swaying his hips and flirting with everyone in the bar. Thanking everything your roommate dragged you to the relatively new bar that was all the rage as of late. Only because it was first come first serve. Their dancers were always the highlight and tonight you could see why no one was allowed to film.
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The sexy man dancing in a pinkish red blouse, the small hook barely covering his chest. Gorgeous layers of see through fabric on his hips, the pyjama and the small fan around his waist riddled with beads and little gold belishes that made him look expensive. Fuck the way it contrasted with his pale yellow skin under the heavy pink lighting, showing the lines of his hard work. That sculpted body was to die for. The look in his sharp eyes as he flirted with the audience. It made you tremble inside.
Taking in the lewd sights of his entire body as he came to a stop on the stage. The lights dipped, small elaborate flames lit up and began spinning as music filled the room. You were already tipsy but not drunk enough to miss the absolute God dancing, his hips pitching in front of him the gold flecks following. The lights dipped again.
When it came to in its usual warm white hue, the man was walking along the stage spinning a tassel in his hand, walking haughtily to the middle of the stage, where two other women stood. Posing with his hand in his hair, the other on his hip.
The crowd was screaming in enchantment. This man knew what he was doing to everyone, whining his hips roughly letting the fabric move with him…fuck- Evryone lost it the mment the music built and made him rock his head forward…then back…forward…and fell back thrusting in the air running a hand down his body.
Dipping his hips to the floor, raising with the music to clap? You needed air. Stumbling away from you friends who were acting rather inappropriately as they cat called him.
“You needed a break?” JaeMin asked, smoking near the restroom doors.
“It was getting stuffy in there,” You frown, surprised he was smoking knowing he was all about coffee and his health.
“Huh,” JaeMin nodded watching the lights beyond the door dip and raise along with the drunken screams of men and women, JaeMin noticed your confusion, “Junnie, making you horney huh?”
“J-Junnie? Who?” You ask wondering if the man was drunk.
“Dancer boy,” Min snickered, as Jeno came out of a small side room.
“I left Junnie’s change of clothes at the- hey babe what’s up?” Jeno stopped smiling at you.
“Junnie got her horney and now shes trying to cool off,” Min ratted.
“I’m Not!” You yelled flustered.
"Liar~” Min chimed walking off, “You have my blessing!”
You looked at Jeno smiling apologettically as he ran off to hug Min, they left the red corridor, and you stumbled off into the room he came from. Dropping onto a small leather couch and falling asleep.
XiaoJun saw you. You stood out from the crowd running off as he did his flashy moves. You were on his mind now…why’d you run off?
At the end of his show he’d walked down and hung around with Jeno and JaeMin. Two of his friends. And their girlfriends..which so happened to be the table you ran from. But where were you?
“Are you single?” One of them gushed touching his arm lightly. Moving from the gold circlet to his skin.
“N-no I have a girlfriend,” XiaoJun lied, laughing.
“Awww~” the women at the table were suddenly quiet. Taking a hard interest in his drink suddenly bubbling more with the ruckus at the table stopping. He grabbed the bottle and chugged it. It was always difficult to explain he didn’t want to settle. He just like having sex and dancing outside of work.
“ Junnie! ____+ wanted to meet you but she was too tipsy!” Min poked.
“____+?” Jun asked standing as his knee felt to lock up.
“Mmmh!” One of the girls chocked a little on her drink, “Fuck where is she?! She ran off just now!”
“Let her be~ it’s not like she fucking someone in the bathroom,” another snickered, “She’s too much of a book worm.”
“Dance?” Jeno asked grabbing his girlfriends hand pulling her away, as Min left his date to grab Jun’s hand, who laughed and followed.
“Can I dance like you if I do this?” Min yelled, pitching his hips to Jun’s.
He simply laughed, playing around with the group before excusing himself. The air was getting hotter and he was feeling stifled in his stage clothes. Finding it harder to walk as his dick throbbed. Why was he getting turned on?
Breathing heavy as he stumbled into the back room. All the other dancers seemed to have changed and left, from the light that was off. Knees trembling as he struggled to undo the string holding his pyjama up. The puffy pants refused to come undone as he draped himself over the chair. His boner distracting him from the sleeping figure behind him, as he third to palm out his arousal, between the layers.
The air got hot as you turned over on the leather couch that clung to your skin, hearing a heavy breathing that scared you as you jolted up afraid. you made eye contact with Jun in the mirror. His face became pale instantly. you looked closer at his reflection and saw why. you caught him at a bad time.
“Should I leave and let you finish or…?” you asked as he tried to put his dick away. Hiding it under the sheer fabric that still stood.
“I-I- oh Gods,” Jun groaned, about to cry.
“Breath fool,” you said, walking up to him all the fear leaving your body as you traced your hands over his shoulders.
“I was just thinking if I busted one it’d stop....I mean that’s how you deal with boners!” He gushed, “W-who…___+?”
“So you decided to jack off in the mirror?” you asked, pointing at the door to the washroom at our left. Surprised he knew your name brushing it off as Min and Jeno.
“Do you really think I could make it over?” Jun asked, “Every time I move it just feels...tingly?”
“Like good tingly or numb tingly?” you asked, looking at his shaking figure readjusting himself. It was way too easy to talk to him, still lightly stroking himself as if you couldn’t see because of the heavy fabric.
“Good tingly,” He said, “I was supposed to be watching the last episode of a show right now!”
“I don't want you to touch me!” Jun complained, “You're dirty!”
“Rude!” you yelled at him, “You realize I can do you what I want and you can do shit right now?”
“Don’t,” Jun looked at me in horror, “I take it back, I just didn't want you to touch me, do you really think I can top your ex’s? I’m a Lawyer for the Gods’ sake! I’m stuck in a room all day going through papers and when I’m not I play games, watch tv or go on come here to let off steam!”
“Damn you do nothing other than work? Also don’t be insecure dude everyone has their own thing,” you laughed trying to lighten the mood after his little break down.
“I can’t please you!” Jun groaned, “If it were anyone else! Even Kun bro! he’d probably just bang you against the mirror! I just wanna go home and watch my show!”
“Well damn boy are you trying to make me help you or are you telling me to leave?” you asked not knowing what to tell him.
“I don’t know how to fix it!” Jun finally started crying, “I just wanted to know what happens to the kid after Sun woo kills her husband!”
“Aww Junnie~” you hugged him from the back, “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just wanted to sleep.”
“Well it didn't help either of us now!” Jun sniffled, “I have a tent in my pants and can walk because of it and I can’t feel my right leg.”
“I guess your plan was working! You can feel your left leg then, right?” you asked.
“Barely but because of this I can't move,” Jun gestured to his crotch, “ I don't want to touch myself here or with you looking I’d feel terrible.”
“Then I won't look, I can leave, Gods I've been here for this long already,” you said, turning to the door.
“Then I’d feel like an asshat for kicking you out,” Jun groaned.
“Oh for the Gods’ fucking sakes,” you turned around and walked off to a lace costumes, you sighed, taking off two black ribbons from an earlier outfit…maybe? you walked back to Jun, “Here if you can’t see and I can’t see, would that make it better?”
“I- I don't know!” He groaned, you grumbled and slipped the ribbon over his eyes, tying it tightly behind his head, then doing the same. He didn't say anything and you just stood behind him, your hands on his shoulders. Slowly his shoulders began to shake slowly, with some soft grunts here and there.
“It’s not working,” he moaned softly. you leaned to his ear and slowly passed your tongue against the fabric, tracing the shape of it, “Gods why are you doing this to me?” he moaned again, his voice hitching as his shoulders began to move more violently.
“Junnie~ just finish up for me~” you whispered into his ear slowly, you felt as his shoulders tensed up. He began panting and shaking stiffly. Slowing his movements, sounding frustrated. you didn't know what to do so you spoke to him again in the soft voice breathing heavily into his ear, “Are you reaching yet?”
You felt him nod. Then run your hand until his elbow and back up, “ Do you want more?”
“Yeah~” Jun heaved a sharp splosh sound after, and he kept quiet, breathing heavily.
“Ohh~Junnie~.” you moaned into his ear after his head rocked back. For a few moments there was complete silence as Jun seemed to be angry at what had happened, you as well felt odd. More so sad that you caused him from living his perfectly content life to have himself blind folded and have someone moan into his ear.
“I-I-I- need to clean up,” Jun said, his voice breaking, you felt his hand hit against the side of your head tangling in your hair, “Oh gods sorry! I’m trying to undo the blindfold,”
“Yeah, stop moving your hand, you’re pulling my hair,” you complained, using your hand to feel around for the hanging end of your blind fold, you pulled it loose to see the mess he made, he was just dripping off the mirror in a big splash. His hands were slimy and you saw the side of your hair beginning to stick together. you reached for his blindfold undoing it and he seemed ashamed of what he’d done.
“I can take it from here Y/N….you can go,” He said, his voice shaking. you couldn't leave him like this, you wrapped your arms around him in a hug holding the ribbon still. you couldn’t help but cry a bit.
“I’m sorry Jun, I-I didn’t mean for this to happen, I didn't know-a-anything…I didn't know you were so shy, I-I’m sorry.” you said crying into the crook of his neck. you felt him tapping your arm softly.
“I-I should clean up-,” Jun pulled away trying to stand, but falling back, “Hey Y/N….I’m sorry...could you fuck please?”
“W-what?” You stutter standing in fron of him, giving in to the fire in your stomach.
“Fuck me,” Jun whined, grabbing you waist and pulling you to straddle him, “Youre with the me..tonight.”
“Yeah, okay,” You breathe out feeling him rub against you and by all fucks…fucking Jun wearing that outfit should be an accomplishment as you undid the hook of his blouse. It pitched apart from its strain to with hold his pecs; the perky buds were rosy as you leant down slowly. Giving him the chance to move you away, he didn’t.
Allowing your to nip at his nipples, pulling and sucking until you left bite marks on him. Looking up to see his putty face, eyes glazed over, biting his bottom lip. Adjusting yourself to stretch you legs over the chair’s handles as Juns hand tittered under your skirt.
“Touch me~” You breathed watching his surprised face as he felt how wet you were, fingers hooking the band between your legs and pulling it back as he released it to slap against your skin. Nails tapping your flesh. As your hands sunk into his hair.
“How do you like it hottie?” Jun asked, as his fingers dipped into you making you jolt up in surprise. It has been a really long time since you’ve had sex with someone other than your hand…years even.
“I-I-I don’-t,” you stutter out as his rubbed your clit sweetly. Shyly if you could say that.
“Then we should find out? Right?” Jun smiled. Fingers speeding up as your breath left your body. Legs shivering as your cunt pulsed, making a slick sound as you dropped your head into the crook of his neck.
“Dirty~” jun moaned. Making you mad, you moved a hand between the both of you and circled his tip. Causing him to curse low into your ear. Fingers twitching as he replaced his index with his thumb, thrusting his long slender digits into you.
“Fuck!” You yelled out as they brushed somewhere you could never reach. Hearing him laughed lightly as his thumb abandoned your clit and he pushed deeper into you, inex and middle scrolling the little gland as his fist was pushing you up.
Moaning until drool leaked out your mouth onto his shoulder until you came. Hard and shaking as Jun took the moment of your cervix opening to shove his fist into you. Screaming into his ear as your eyes rolled back, clamping up on his fist.
“T-t-p-pump m-me~” you gritted out. The unfamiliar feeling as he gently pushed his hand deeper into you and back out. Crying..full blown bawling as you adjusted. Nails digging into his back and the band of the chair.
“A-are you-s-sure?” Jun panted, lightly moving his hand, stuffy until his fingers moved and brushed you again.
“Again~” You begged, bouncing down onto his hand. Taking more in as he gritted under you.
“Fine..be a good girl and tell me when to stop okay?” Jun muttered waiting for you to verbally say yes.
When Jun started fisting you, fingers brushing your g-spot you were done for. Loving every second of the dancers steady pace. His rhythm was out on this world as he made sire to listen to you crying for him to stop. He knew if you were serious you’d let him know.
Your second orgasm hit as Jun took his hand out of you slowly as it began cramping. Jaw shaking as you bit into his shoulder. Panting as you reached down for his length. It was poked out from the now sweat ridden outfit.
“Ready now?” Jun asked as you guided him down to your pussy. Throbbing and streched, cum dripping down onto his pink outfit that showed as you nodded. Whimpering each second you were exposed to the cold air.
“L-lets move?” Jun asked, thrusting into you as you screamed out. As he stood, legs collapsing as you rolled your waist on him. He let you lay on the floor. Pining himself between your legs.
He pushed you back onto the floor and hovered over you. Using his arm to brace himself he used his other to guide your clothes aside.
“Can you?” you asked lifting your waist to create a little friction, “Are you just going to eye fuck me or actually rail me?”
“Can I?” Jun asked, his hand rubbing you faster.
You moaned, as you got hot, you felt yourself throb for him, “Yes, just-mmh.”
His dick was hot and sticky with precum. Slowly he slid in, getting deeper as you couldn’t hold you voice anymore.
“Relax, no ones coming in,” Jun gasped, as he began thrusting slowly. It was agonizing, you felt yourself tighten around him not wanting him to pull out.
“Then look at me, and stop glancing at the door,” you moaned, lifting your waist for more of him. His shaft dragged against your walls, feeling the thickness pull at your skin as he pulled back and went in again. Jun looked down at you, a small hint of arrogance on his face as you used your hands to pull your knees back.
“Does it hurt?” Jun asked. Pushing himself deeply then thrusting slowly. Letting the back of your thighs hit against his chest.
“N-no,” You forced out, which made him move a little quicker.
“Then why are tears falling again?” He asked using a hand to wipe your cheek.
“Because you keep teasing me,” Your voice broke, you felt good, the tingly fire spreading throughout your body. Electricity felt like it was coursing through your veins as your body shook, you wanted all of him.
“You look so needy right now,” Jun remarked, pushing himself hard, and a scream escaped your lips. It hit just right, the spot where it felt like lightning hit your in the chest, “Do you want it there again?”
“Yes,” you moaned out, his slow thrusting paining now as you moved your hand down to touch yourself, vigorously rubbing your clit as his movements drawed out. You couldn’t breath the mixture of pain from his slowness and the pulsing of your abused spot. It felt like all the oxygen in the room had left and you couldn’t feel anything but him in you.
“Like this?” He asked and thrusted hard, hitting it again, you gave in as the lightning hit your body hard as he connected screaming out his name, wrapping your legs around his waist.
“Fuck just like that,” You moaned, hand shook and you couldn’t finish. You couldn’t take his teasing, as your legs kept you close, his small thrusts steadily hittin.
“Gods, you feel good,” Jun moaned as he sped up to a slower than average pace.
“Oh~ Oh fuck faster.” You begged, and he did. You pulled him closer, as he hit it over and over, as his breath hitched for a second and he stopped. You didn’t want his momentum to end there so You dropped your waist slightly and used your leg to jam his weight into you as you lifted up, hitting the spot, repeating the movement a few times until you felt why he stopped. Not because you would take some more time to cum.
A shocking feeling shot into you fast like a bolt of lightning splitting a tree, right before your eyes. It felt amazing as the warm pooling in your stomach came down after a few more thrusts. You felt like your world was slowing down as you connected and you broke. Causing him to moan out and you felt it in you as your cum met.
It felt like water and oil trying to mix in a drink shaker. Legs felt sticky as it didn’t stay, he began pulling out. I didn’t want it to end there. you used the leg around his waist to push him over, as he turned you moved with him, moving to sit on him.
Looking down at his sweaty figure as you took him all in.
“I wish I’d never met you.” He fumbled out. As your eyes felt like they would pop out.
You whined your waist back and forth on him, letting his cock rub in you. The feeling too much as your eyes rolled back, not paying attention to his words, knowing they hurt to hear his answer, “Why?”
“Because no one else would do this for me,” He moaned, moving his hand back to bite his forearm.
Shocked, you struggled to open your eyes, to look down at him holding back his voice, you shifted to bounce lightly on him. He moved his hand away and bit his lip reaching for your thighs, gripping them as you rode.
Do what?” You stuttered, you were in control of getting the spot hit and how often, and you loved it. At your pace you moved quickly as you felt the repetition bear fruit to your own pleasure.
“Ride it like that,” He panted, his hands slid against your skin and he grabbed for your, “Scream like that f-for my d-dick, and I’ll falling- for you.”
You gritted your teeth, “I need your hands on my body. I need you to kiss me and make me beg.”
Jun acted like you were the only two people in the bar. You didn’t care that someone would hear…you cared that the night would end and the fucking sexy dance between your legs would go on with life as would you.
You knew it would take a good lot of alcohol to recreate or even top this moment. You had no clue how you would act as if this didn’t happen like you did before.
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