── sypnosis; when you accidentally send a not-so-innocent photo to Jake SIM and not your situationship SLIME.
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in which you have complicated feelings for your best friend’s ex boyfriend.
pairing: sim jake x fem!reader
warnings: best friends ex!jake, enemies to ???, everyone is kinda toxic, dry humping, hickeys, fingering in public, exhibitionism, blowjob, face fucking, cum swallowing, finger sucking, mention of throwing up but doesn’t actually happen, unprotected sex, cumming inside, squirting.
wc: 11.5k. not proofread.
“i’m so sorry,” you said softly, rubbing your best friend’s back as she sobbed into her pillow. “you don’t deserve this.”
mia raised her head, her cheeks streaked with black streams of mascara and tears. her hair was a mess, her eyes a never ending waterfall—the true form of a person who just got brutally dumped.
“how could he do this to me?” she cried, looking at you like you had the answer. “i was supposed to be different. i was supposed to be the one for him.”
“i know you don’t see it now,” you told her, “but it may be a blessing in disguise.”
“i don’t care!” mia sobbed, collapsing dramatically back onto her pillow. “i wanted him!”
your words were ultimately pointless, so you rubbed her back again, providing as much comfort as you could muster.
-
that was two weeks ago, when sim jake broke your best friends heart.
they’d only managed to be an official couple for about three months before jake abruptly dumped her over the phone.
in fact, you were actually there when it happened. lots of people were because jake decided to make the phone call when he knew mia was out at a girls night with all her friends, including you.
you could remember the way her expression fell a minute into the phone call, the way her eyes welled up with tears and the hand that flew over her mouth in shock.
the rest of the girls night was spent consoling her, which was impossible because mia really did like him and had no idea he intended to break up with her.
so, from that point on you, you hated jake. you despised him, and since mia didn’t have it in her to hate him, you hated him enough for the both of you.
you hated him, his friends, his stupid australian accent—everything about him and everything do with him.
so, you were far from pleased when the new semester of school started and you found that you had a class with him.
chemistry.
you were only taking it to fulfill a general requirement that you needed to graduate. otherwise, you wouldn’t be sitting in the lecture hall at 8 a.m. on an extra freezing winter morning, eyelids heavy as the professor droned on and on about elements and molecules.
not only were you irritated by the painfully boring lecture, but the sight of jake sitting just a few rows in front of you with his friends made it ten times worse.
you couldn’t help your eyes from continuously wandering his way, not because you cared about his existence, but because he and his friends were obnoxious and distracting. other students in the class noticed it, too, but they were too far from the professor for him to notice. plus, the professor looked very old, so you weren’t sure he would have noticed either way.
when class ended, you shoved everything into your backpack and practically sprinted out of the lecture hall, eager to get back to your warm apartment where you’d be safe from the freezing temperatures and icy snow.
you only managed to get a few feet from the building before your name was being called.
“y/n!” someone shouted, someone you really hoped it wasn’t. “wait up!”
you turned your head, and when you saw that it was jake jogging over to you, you walked a little faster.
“hey,” he said, managing to catch up with you, slightly breathless. “when someone says wait up, that usually mean you should stop walking.”
“i know what it means,” you responded.
you hadn’t spoken to him once since he broke up with mia.
when they were still dating, their friend groups kind of combined, and since you were mia’s closest friend, you ended up hanging around jake a lot. you got to know him a bit, and you actually liked him as a person, but all that ended the minute he made that phone call to mia.
“right,” he mumbled, sighing. “how’s she doing?”
you raised an eyebrow.
“great,” you lied.
mia was actively doing horrible. she didn’t want to leave her house, not even to go to class. she didn’t want to eat or do anything except stay in her bed and sleep.
“really?” jake asked, the surprise is his tone obvious.
“yeah,” you said. “she seems happier than ever now that you’re not in the picture anymore.”
jake scoffed. “yeah, right.”
he was walking next to you through campus, mindlessly following you in the direction of your apartment.
“why do you even care?” you asked, irritated on behalf of mia. “you’re the one who broke up with her.”
“i don’t care,” jake responded. “i was just curious.”
god, he’d become such a dick.
you rolled your eyes. “whatever, jake.”
“what, just because i broke up with her, that means you have to hate me too?” he asked.
“well, yeah,” you scoffed. “obviously. plus, you broke up with her in the douchiest way possible, and didn’t even tell her why.”
“i did tell her why,” jake defended.
“oh yeah?” you said. “why then?”
“so i could see other people,” he answered.
you shook your head in disbelief. what the hell happened to him? he was so nice when he was dating mia—it was like something possessed him.
“you’re an asshole,” you told him, shooting him one more glare before speeding up and walking away from him.
-
mia — 7:57 p.m.
has everyone seen/heard abt him?
you glanced down at your phone, reading the message mia had sent to the girls group chat.
you debated whether or not you should tell her.
chae — 7:58 p.m.
i haven’t
jira — 8:00 p.m.
me neither thank god 🙄
you sighed, knowing mia would probably be upset if she found out you’d spoken to him and not told her.
y/n — 8:01 p.m.
he’s in my chem class…
it seemed like not even a second passed before your phone started vibrating with an incoming call from mia.
you shut your laptop, leaving your studies behind for the moment to focus your attention of your best friend.
“you have a class with him?!” she practically shouted in your ear as soon as you picked up the call.
“yeah, unfortunately,” you answered, leaning back in your desk chair.
“well, tell me everything!” she exclaimed. “how’d he look? did he look distraught? sad? tired? did he say anything to you?”
“he looked—”
“did he say anything about me?” she interrupted, eagerly spewing questions at you. “do you think he wants to get back together?”
“he asked me how you were,” you finally managed to utter.
there was a brief pause on the line, and then you heard a sniffle.
“oh my god,” mia said, and you could hear in her voice that she was crying. “oh my god, he still cares. he cares about me.”
you decided not to tell her about the part where jake distinctly announced that he doesn’t care.
“yeah,” you mumbled.
“well, what’d you say?” mia questioned.
“i said you were great,” you told her. “and that you’re happier than ever now that he’s out of the picture.”
you expected her to be proud of your lie, happy with your response.
but instead there was a pause.
and then, “you’re kidding, right?”
your eyebrows furrowed.
“no?” you replied, confused.
“y/n,” she said, her voice scarily deep and unsettling. “you told him that i’m doing great? and that i’m happy without him?”
“…yes?” you remarked, still utterly confused.
“are you a fucking idiot?” she said, voice getting louder. “why the hell would you tell him that? he’s not going to want to get back together with me if he thinks i’m doing perfectly fine without him! he should know that i’ve never been worse in my life, that i need him back!”
her words were slightly intelligible through her mixture of wrath and crying, but you managed to make out what she’d said, and you knew that you somehow fucked up.
“shit, i didn’t know,” you said, voice small and hesitant like a child’s. “i thought you’d want him to think you’re better off without him, that you’re seeing other people and stuff.”
“oh my god, no!” she yelled, true frustration and anger in her voice. “fuck, you are so dumb! i can’t believe this. he probably thinks i’m screwing someone else by now and that i’ve forgotten all about him because of you!”
you tried not to feel hurt by her words. you knew she wasn’t in her right mind, that this breakup was really taking a toll on her and her mental state.
but still, you wanted to try and make things right.
“well, i can talk to him again!” you suggested, hoping she’d like the idea. she went quiet, which told you that she was at least listening. “i can tell him i was lying and that you’re actually doing terrible.”
“you’d do that?” mia asked.
you already regretted telling her that. the last thing you wanted to have to do was converse with that jackass again.
“sure,” you agreed. “if it makes it better.”
“that would mean the world to me,” mia gushed, letting out a relieved sigh. “really, y/n, thank you so much.”
her tears and anger seemed like a thing of the distant past, and it almost frightened you how quick she was able to jump from emotion to emotion.
“yeah,” you said quietly. “no problem.”
-
the next day, all throughout class your dread for taking to jake grew. you just had to keep reminding yourself that you were doing it for mia.
so, once class was over, it was time for you to strike.
jake was between two of his friends, heading for the door, when you boldly tapped his shoulder to get his attention.
they all turned and looked at you.
“hey, y/n,” sunghoon said, smiling politely. “how have you been?”
“i didn’t know you were in this class,” jay said, offering a wave.
jake only stared down at you, his expression unreadable.
“i need to talk to you,” you told him, disregarding his friends.
jake raised a surprised eyebrow.
“fine,” he said. turning to his friends, he said, “i’ll catch up with you guys later.”
sunghoon and jay went one way out of the building, and you and jake went another, out into the frosty air.
“surprised you’re talking to me voluntarily,” he said, cheeks turning red from the coldness.
“i wouldn’t call it voluntarily,” you muttered under your breath. “listen, i lied yesterday.”
jake frowned, stuffing his gloved hands into his pockets. “about what?”
“about mia,” you answered. “about how she’s doing fine. she’s actually not. at all. she’s terrible. really, really terrible.”
“oh,” jake said. he was quiet for just a moment, and then simply said, “okay.”
you paused in your footsteps, looking at him with a frown.
“that’s it?” you asked.
he also stopped walking, turning to face you.
“um, yeah?” he remarked. “what else am i supposed to say?”
“you could feel a little remorse for hurting someone that you once actually had true feelings for,” you snapped back. “but all you have to say is ‘okay?’”
“yep,” jake said. “okay.”
you scoffed. “you’re insane. really, you must be a sociopath or something.”
jake let out a forced chuckle.
“believe me, i’m not,” he said.
“no, i think you are,” you argued. “seriously, you’re just so cruel. i don’t get how you switched up so fast.”
“you’re acting like i broke up with you,” he replied. “if she’s so upset about it, tell her to come talk to me instead of sending you as her little messenger. i’m sure you have better things to do.”
“like you’d have a real conversation with her,” you spat back. “a phone call is the best she’ll get out of you.”
“she should be glad to get to talk to me at all,” jake remarked, anger rising in his voice.
“well, i know i for one really don’t enjoy talking to you,” you replied, your voice also raising.
“then why are you?” jake questioned, raising his hands up in exasperation.
“for her!” you fully yelled, earning you and jake a few looks from students passing by. you exhaled deeply, embarrassed about the attention. “but, i’m done now.”
“good,” jake grumbled.
“yeah, good,” you muttered before turning around and speeding away.
-
mia — 6:27 p.m.
did you talk to him???
there went your phone again, buzzing on your desk while you tried to do homework.
you flipped your phone over, not wanting to think about your argument with jake earlier, and especially not wanting to have to explain it to mia.
you refocused your attention on your laptop, trying to engage in your homework, but less than a minute later, there was another message.
mia — 6:28 p.m.
y/nnnnnn
come on i’ve been waiting all day
you huffed in annoyance, finally picking your phone up to respond.
y/n — 6:30 p.m.
he said okay.
just as you expected, your phone started ringing. you picked up right away.
“what the fuck do you mean he said okay?” mia asked.
“i said you were doing terrible and all that, and he said okay,” you explained. “it wasn’t much of a conversation.”
“so, he doesn’t even care?” she asked, voice cracking as a warning sign of tears.
“i don’t know, mia,” you relented, sighing in defeat. “i can’t tell, but i can’t keep having these conversations with him. they’re pointless and he pisses me off too much.”
“he pisses you off?” mia accused. “well, excuse me. i guess it’s more important how you feel rather than the person who got their heart torn apart in shreds by him.”
“that’s not what i’m saying,” you defended. “i’m just saying, nothing good is coming from this. i feel like you need to just stop thinking about him as best as you can and try to start moving on.”
“i can’t fucking just move on, y/n!” mia shouted. “that man is my soulmate and i know it, and he just needs a little reminder that i am the one for him.”
“then you remind him,” you said, hanging up abruptly.
you felt guilty immediately.
the poor girl was going through a breakup and you were no help. if anything, you felt like you’d just made things worse somehow.
you’d gotten into too many arguments that day, and you were tired. you didn’t want to be put in the middle of their failed relationship any longer. you didn’t like jake, and now you were starting to get annoyed with mia.
you needed to stay out of it.
-
a night out.
that was what you needed.
a week later you found yourself at the local bar with chae and jira, the first night you’d all gone out together since the breakup.
“i’m sorry, but she was acting crazy,” you ranted to the girls, sipping on your vodka cranberry. “she was screaming at me over the phone when all i was trying to do was be a good friend.”
“this breakup has been horrible on her,” jira said. “is it bad to say i’m kinda glad she isn’t here tonight?”
the three of you were sitting at a high top table in the corner, overlooking the bar, which was bustling and busy since it was a friday night.
“no, me too,” chae agreed. “if she was here, the only thing she’d be doing is crying over jake, and i’m just tired of hearing about it.”
“well, at least we’re all on the same page,” you said, sipping down the rest of your drink. “i’m gonna get another drink.”
you strode off to the bar, waiting patiently for the bartender to get to you. you ordered another vodka soda.
once your drink was made and in hand, you turned to go back to your table, only to find that it wasn’t just chae and jira sitting there anymore. accompanying them was sunghoon and jay, and you almost didn’t want to go back over.
alas, you did, clearing your throat to make your presence known.
“oh, hey, y/n,” sunghoon greeted, smiling warmly down at you much like he had in class the other day.
“hey,” you greeted unsurely.
“guess we all needed a night out,” jira joked.
“yeah, it feels like this breakup has been taking a bigger toll on us than it has them,” jay said.
“has jake been handling it badly too?” chae wondered.
jay and sunghoon exchanged knowing glances.
“not exactly,” jay answered. “he’s…handling it the way he handles things.”
suddenly, his gaze drifted to the other corner of the bar. you all followed where he was looking to find that jake was standing at the bar with a girl, his hand secured on her lower back.
you scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief and disgust.
“he’s awful,” you said, the girls nodding in agreement.
“he’s not,” sunghoon defended. “he’s just—”
jay rapidly shook his head, stopping sunghoon from saying whatever it was he was about to say. sunghoon took a sip of his drink to keep himself from spilling.
“just what?” jira wondered.
“nothing,” jay answered, waving his hand dismissively. “do you guys wanna take that booth over there?”
so, you found yourself moving over to the booth with the girls, sunghoon, and jay. you were very relieved mia wasn’t here, and you knew that she could not find out her closest friends were hanging out with her exes closest friends.
the group began to talk, but you were quick to zone out, your attention drifting over to jake from across the room for whatever reason. you sipped your drink, feeling the alcohol course through your veins and make your head fuzzy.
you watched the way his hand gripped the girls waist, the way he smiled charmingly at her and nodded along to whatever she was saying, pretending like he was listening when it was clear to you he just wanted to get in her pants.
but then the girl left. she hugged jake, and walked out of the bar without him.
was he just rejected?
please let that have been a rejection, you thought to yourself, beyond grateful to hav just witnessed it if it was was.
he sauntered over to the booth where you all were, sliding in across from you.
“why are we sitting with them?” he asked sunghoon and jay. “more specifically, her.”
his eyes landed on you when he said it, and you stuck up your middle finger.
“what happened? i thought you were gonna go home with that girl,” sunghoon said, disregarding jake’s question.
“she said she couldn’t bring anyone to her place or sleep over because her parents are visiting,” jake explained.
“sounds like bullshit to me,” you said.
jake squinted his eyes at you.
“i got her number,” he informed.
“well, i was watching you guys the whole time and didn’t see her give it to you,” you responded.
“oh, so you’re stalking me now?” jake said, leaning in closer to you across the table.
“like i care that much about you,” you retorted, also leaning in to show that you weren’t intimidated by him.
“hey, hey, hey,” jay finally intervened, pulling jake’s shoulder back. “what the hell is the matter with you guys?”
“how are you friends with him?” you asked jay and sunghoon, utterly bewildered.
they were so nice, and jake was so awful.
“i could ask the same thing to you guys,” jake said to your friends.
“guys, stop,” chae said, frowning as she looked between you and jake. “listen, you guys obviously don’t have to be friends or even like each other, but you can’t fight like this.”
you slumped down in the booth seat, shoulders caving in as you grumpily sipped your drink.
“whatever,” you grumbled.
jake scoffed, then mumbled, “i’m getting a drink.”
he slid out of the booth and went back to the bar, ordering himself a drink.
he came back a few minutes later, and you didn’t let yourself look at him, knowing you’d probably just want to say something snarky every time.
so, you and the rest of the group talked and drank, then drank some more, and drank even more.
you were drunk. not just tipsy or buzzed, but fully drunk, edging the border of blacking out.
you knew you had to stop, but by the time you figured that out, it was too late.
everyone was at the table, laughing and chatting and getting along quite well the same way you all did back when you hung around each other when jake and mia were still dating.
and then it hit you.
a wave of nausea overcame your body. your face paled, your laughter coming to an immediate halt as soon as the urge to release everything you’d drunken that night hit you.
without saying anything to anyone, you jumped out of the booth and pushed your way through hoards of people to get outside.
as soon as you made it outside and the cold hair hit your overheated skin, the urge to dispel your guts faded. the nausea wore off, and all you felt was the dizziness of being drunk.
you stumbled over to the brick wall, leaning your back against it to keep yourself sturdy. you pressed a hand to your hand, catching your breath.
“you okay?”
jake.
you took a deep inhale, nodding. you still were trying not to look at him, but had no choice to when he held out a glass of ice water for you.
“here,” he said. “you need water.”
with a shaky hand, you accepted the water and took a few small sips. you could feel yourself sobering up as a result of freezing temperature and a liquid in your system that wasn’t alcohol.
“thanks,” you uttered out.
jake leaned against the wall next to you, keeping a decent sized gap between the two of you. the music from the bar vibrated through the wall, thumping in your ears.
you were waiting for him to say something, expecting something snarky or teasing you for nearly puking up everything you drank over the course of the night.
but it was silence from him. instead, you were the one to speak.
“i don’t get you,” you said. his head turned to face you, waiting for you to elaborate. “are you nice or are you a dick?”
he chuckled, his dark eyes shiny in the night.
“that’s up for debate,” he answered.
“yeah,” you mumbled. “i can’t figure it out. you were cool when you were dating mia, but now you’re just a douche.”
jake rubbed his neck. “we all deal with things differently.”
“yeah, but…” you trailed off, too tired and drunk to think straight. “i don’t know. just seems like i’m the only one you’re like this to.”
jake took a step closer, turning to lean his wall on the shoulder and face you. he crossed his arms, his breath appearing as a white cloud in front of his face.
“you’re not so nice to me either, you know,” he said.
“yeah, but it’s warranted,” you said. “you broke my best friends heart, so obviously i’m gonna hate you.”
he hummed, strands of dark hair rustling in the piercing wind.
“maybe i wouldn’t have ended things if i’d known it’d make you hate me,” he said.
you blinked, your drunken brain desperately trying to decipher the meaning of what he’d just told you.
but, nothing. you didn’t understand, and you honestly weren’t sure you’d understand if you were sober either.
“what?”
jake shook his head.
“nothing.”
you didn’t know what to say, and it seemed like had nothing else to add, so you just stared at each other, eyes watery from the wind.
“your cheeks are red,” you pointed out, unsure why you said it and even more unsure of why you brought your hand up to poke said cheek.
he smiled a bit at the feeling of your finger pressing into his cheek. he leaned into the feeling, eyes following your finger as it left his face and fell back to your side.
“it’s cold out,” he replied.
“yeah,” you said, “but it feels good.”
suddenly, jake grabbed your wrist and brought your hand back to his face. you flattened your palm and he pressed it against his cheek, keeping his hand on top of yours to keep it planted there.
you frowned in confusion. even drunk, you could tell something wasn’t right.
but you didn’t stop it when jake seemed to be getting closer. you didn’t stop it when his face was just inches away from yours, when his warm breath fanned your face and his eyes flickered down to your lips.
you didn’t stop him when he leaned into just a bit more, ready to accept his lips on yours.
“there you guys are!”
jake practically slapped your hand down from his face and spun away from you, leaning back against the wall like he wasn’t just a millisecond away from kissing you.
out walked your friends, oblivious to what they’d just gotten in the way of.
“are you okay, y/n?” chae asked urgently, eyebrows pushed together in concern. “you looked pretty rough in there.”
you side eyed jake, but he couldn’t bring himself to look back at you.
“yeah, i’m fine,” you said, pushing your hair out of your face. “i’m just ready to go home.”
you guys said your goodbyes to the boys, jake still refusing to make eye contact with you, and then went your own way opposite of them.
-
it took all of your strength and energy to show up to class that monday morning.
there was about a foot of snow coating the ground outside, and you were exhausted. it’d taken you all weekend to record from the hangover you had.
most of all, though, you were nervous about seeing jake.
nothing had happened, but something really almost did, and would’ve had your friends not walked out at the worst possible second.
you would’ve kissed jake—a man you hated, and your best friends ex boyfriend who she’s still obsessed with.
the thought of it all made your stomach twist, and you knew it wasn’t going to be easy getting through the lecture.
nonetheless, you had a degree to get, so you kept your head held high and marched up to the door of the building.
you tugged on the handle, but it didn’t budge.
with a frown, you tried the other door. locked.
“class was cancelled.”
your body tensed at the sudden voice, a voice that was all too familiar and distinct from its accent.
you turned only to find jake standing behind you. you gulped, trying to keep a calm demeanor. don’t let him see your nerves.
“oh,” you said.
you weren’t sure how you missed the email or noticed the lack of students on campus as you were walking through. it went to show how in your own head you currently were.
you shifted your gaze down and started trudging through the snow to go back home.
“y/n, wait,” jake said.
you kept walking, and he followed you anyway.
“can we talk?” he asked.
“about what?”
“you know what.”
you stopped in your footsteps.
“sure,” you replied, your tone bitter. “why’d you do it? why’d you try to kiss me?”
jake’s jaw clenched. there was a glimmer in his eyes, something you couldn’t quite make out.
“i was drunk,” he answered.
“really? that’s your answer?” you asked.
“that’s the truth,” he said.
you scoffed. “god, you really are a dick.”
you started walking again, jake immediately following.
“you would’ve kissed me back,” he argued. “don’t try to deny it.”
“i was drunk,” you replied, using his own words against him.
“well then maybe it’s good we didn’t,” he said.
“obviously it’s good we didn’t!” you exclaimed, halting in your steps so abruptly that jake nearly ran into you. “you’re my best friends asshole ex boyfriend! it would be terrible if we kissed!”
“okay, okay, i get it,” jake said, raising his hands in defense. “we can just forget it happened.”
“believe me, i’m trying,” you grumbled.
for some reason, a reason you had no explanation for, you felt like jake looked hurt. he looked like a kicked puppy, a slight pout to his plump lips, and his eyes big and longing.
it almost made you feel bad. almost.
“i guess i’ll see you in class,” he mumbled, then turned around and walked away before you could do it first.
-
that night, you were sitting on the couch in your apartment, the tv playing some random movie in front of you. it didn’t matter because you couldn’t pay attention to it anyway. your mind was somewhere else.
jake.
you couldn’t stop thinking about him. from the moment he almost kissed you to the look on his face when you told him you were trying to forget the almost-kiss. you just couldn’t get him out.
letting out a defeated sigh, you grabbed your phone and opened instagram. you typed his username into the search slot and tapped on his account, scrolling through his array of pictures.
there was a picture of him and his dog, a picture of him with sunghoon and jay, but the one that caught your attention the most was one of just him.
it was a candid photo of him standing on the rooftop of some building overlooking the city. the first one was of him looking out at the view, and the next few pictures to follow were of him looking towards the camera once he realized his photo was being taken.
the photo carousel ended with him smiling at the camera, reaching out to take the phone from the person’s hand.
you stared hard. his face, as much as you really hated to admit it, was very handsome. he was a good looking guy, and there was no denying it.
you brushed your thumb over the screen, as though you could caress his face through the phone.
but in doing that, you accidentally liked the picture.
and the picture was from five months ago.
your eyes widened, heart race accelerating as you realized the horrible mistake you just committed. you unliked the photo right away, but you knew it didn’t matter. you were fucked. you’d just exposed yourself for stalking his account.
but it only got worse, because you could see that jake suddenly went online. and then, your phone vibrated with a new message.
jakesim02 — 10:25 p.m.
that’s a pretty good picture of me huh
you turned your phone off and threw it to the other side of the couch, groaning into your hands in frustration.
-
as jake was walking in to class the next day, he went straight over to your seat and sat next to you.
you shot him a fierce glare, not knowing why he’d just sat next to you.
“did you have fun stalking my account yesterday?” he teased.
your jaw clenched, and you exhaled through your nostrils in frustration.
“it was an accident,” you defended.
“i know,” he said. “it was an accident when you liked the picture, but it wasn’t an accident when you got on instagram, typed my name into the search, and scrolled through all my photos.”
you were at a loss for words. he was absolutely right, as irritating and terrible as it was.
what were you thinking? why did you care about his instagram? why did you have to do that and be so reckless?
luckily, class started then, so instead of having to come up with some terrible, unbelievable excuse, the professor began to teach.
jake didn’t go back to his normal seat, though. he stayed put right there next to you, his body close enough to yours that the sides of your arms touched.
you didn’t like it. rather, you didn’t like the way it made you feel. you didn’t like that it made your entire body feel warm, just the sensation of coming in contact with him.
there was something very wrong here. you weren’t friends with jake. you were far from it, actually, so why was he sitting beside you in the lecture and why were you letting him? why was he close enough that you could smell his cologne and why did you want him even closer?
it was safe to say, there was no focusing on the material being taught that day.
-
jakesim02 — 8:51 p.m.
hey
be a dear and send me the notes from today? 🙏
a few days later, and your relationship with jake seemed to have transformed entirely.
he’d begun sitting next to you in class everyday, his friends accepting that he wasn’t sitting with them anymore.
and somehow, you didn’t mind it. in fact—and you knew this was bad—but you began looking forward to it. the once dreaded 8 a.m. lecture was something you got excited for now because you knew you’d get to see jake.
not only would you get to see him, but you’d get to sit next to him, to feel his arm occasionally brush against yours, to hear him whisper a joke about the old professor in your ear and have to stifle laughter for the rest of class.
usery/n — 8:53 p.m.
how come you didn’t show up 🧐
today had been the first time jake missed a class. you were tempted to message him that morning and ask him where he was, but even you knew how desperate that would’ve sounded.
you had to at least try to keep pretending like you hated him for mia’s sake.
jakesim02 — 8:53 p.m.
aww did you miss me? ☺️☺️☺️
i’m out sick, probs won’t make it tmr either
so make sure to take good notes 👍
usery/n — 8:55 p.m.
you’re sick? what’s wrong?
jakesim02 — 8:55 p.m.
just a cold and fever
probably just bc the weather
usery/n — 8:56 p.m.
oh
deserved.
jakesim02 — 8:56 p.m.
WTF 😭😭
usery/n — 8:57 p.m.
i’ll bring the notes over tomorrow.
jakesim02 — 8:59 p.m.
let’s gooo 🙏🙏🙏
you closed out of instagram and set your phone aside, already feeling the combination of anxiety and excitement in your stomach about seeing jake outside of a classroom setting tomorrow.
what the hell was your problem? if mia knew you were having these feelings, developing some sort of a friendship with jake, she would be beyond infuriated.
you knew it was bad, but you just couldn’t tell her.
-
inhale.
knock on the door.
exhale.
a moment later, jake opened his apartment door, a smile overtaking his face when he saw you.
“hey, come in,” he said, stepping out of the doorway.
he was clad in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, his hair messy and his nose red. he was sick, indeed, and you didn’t even feel like saying anything snarky about it because you could only focus on how cute he looked.
you were royally fucked.
you stepped into his apartment, sliding out of your shoes.
“i got you a copy of the notes,” you informed, “and this.”
you help a tupperware container of soup that you’d made yourself.
“oh my god,” he gushed. “you made that for me?”
“no,” you lied, eyes shifty. “i was making soup anyway. i just had some leftover.”
“either way,” he said, accepting the container from you, “that’s really sweet. i appreciate it.”
you shrugged like it was nothing, but deep down you were pleased to have made him happy.
“would you mind helping me recap the lectures i missed?” jake asked, already starting back down the hall to his bedroom. “i’m sure the notes are great, but just in case. if you’re not busy.”
you gulped, your feet already following him to his room.
“okay,” you agreed. “just for a bit.”
once in his room, he sat on his bed, the blankets a mess which told you he’d probably been laying there for the majority of the day. there was a box of tissues on the nightstand, some crumpled up on the floor.
“sorry, it’s dirty,” he said. “i’ve just been…”
he trailed off, scratching the back of his head.
“sick?” you questioned.
“yeah,” he confirmed, chuckling.
you got the feeling that he was a little nervous about you being there, and that only made you feel more nervous. it was wrong, and it seemed like you both knew that.
you cleared your throat and sat down at his desk, pulling the notes out of your backpack. you handed him the pages and kept a copy for yourself, then began recapping and explaining.
jake listened dutifully, asking questions for clarification here and there. you were surprised by his interest in the subject, how it seemed like he actually cared about the content you guys were learning whilst you only cared enough to pass the tests and get the class over with.
you were in the middle of answering one of his questions when he suddenly began coughing. he’d been coughing a bit the entire time, but this time specifically seemed like an extra bad attack.
it was enough for you to stop talking, looking up at him with concern. you then noticed the water bottle on his desk and quickly picked it up, bringing it over to him.
he took it gratefully, taking a few large swigs that helped calm his cough attack down.
“fuck,” he muttered, twisting the lid back on. “thank you. sorry.”
“are you okay?” you asked, cautiously sitting on the edge of his bed next to him.
“yeah, yeah, i’m fine,” he assured you. “sorry, you can keep talking about the notes, or…”
he trailed off, looking at you like he’d just realized you were sitting on his bed now, that you were closer than you were before. he swallowed, eyes shamelessly scanning you from the bottom to the top.
he licked his lips, meeting your eyes.
“or what?” you asked, your voice ever so soft.
he exhaled, trailing his hand across the mattress until it landed on top of yours. you looked down at where they met, at where your fingers folded into each others.
“or,” he said, “come here.”
you looked back up to his face, and suddenly it was so obvious. he wanted to kiss you. he really wanted to kiss you. the hunger was evident in his eyes, his cheeks flush from both the fever and the desire to have you.
and you wanted him just as badly. you needed him in that moment.
so, you let go of every negative emotion of you had about him and the situation just for the time being, and leaned in, connecting your lips together.
jake sighed into the kiss, relieved to finally feel the sensation of you on him. he brought his hands to your waist, gripping you with as much of the little energy he had.
he kissed you slowly, warmly, tenderly, the heat of his body radiating against you. you didn’t even care that he was sick anymore, that there was a high chance you could sick from the exchanging of germs.
none of that mattered. kissing him felt too good, too right. sickness be damned. mia be damned.
he spread his legs a bit, pulling you onto his lap. you straddled him, leaning forward so your chests were pressed together.
your head tilted to the side to kiss him deeper, and you couldn’t believe how good it felt. you could feel it in your entire body—the electricity, the warmth and excitement that came from his lips fluidly rubbing against yours.
your lips smacked together, creating a lewd sound that had a sensitive jake moaning into your mouth, jutting his hips up into you desperately. you gasped at the feeling of his hard on pressed against you, your lips opening just wide enough for him to snake his tongue inside.
you immediately accepted this intrusion, quick to rub your tongue back against his. it was filthy, sloppy, and wet, and you both couldn’t get enough.
you found yourself shifting your hips back and forth on his lap, desperate to ease some of the tension that had built between your legs. he helped guide you, keeping a firm grip on your hips.
“fuck, y/n,” he whispered. “feels so fucking good.”
you clenched around nothing, your fist squeezing the fabric of his sweatshirt. you trailed your lips down from his mouth to his jawline, pressing down hard and warm. you then continued making your way down to his neck, where you continue to kiss and eventually suck, carelessly leaving purple and pink bruises on his overheated skin.
“oh fuck,” he moaned, more sensitive than normal. his hips were thrusting up into you, like he was trying to fuck you through his clothes. “oh my god, yeah. that’s so good, baby.”
but it was when jake began dragging his hand up your shirt, pulling the fabric along with him, that you started to remember the situation at hand, that reality came back into the light.
jake was mia’s ex. mia loved jake. jake broke up with her over the phone because he was a dick. you were making out with him. you were supposed to hate him.
oh god, everything was all wrong. how did this happen? what the hell were you doing?
you quickly detached yourself from jake, climbing off his lap. he looked up at you with furrowed eyebrows, worried that he’d done something wrong.
“what is it?” he asked. “are you okay?”
your eyes trailed down to the hickeys on his neck, your heart plummeting to your stomach. you’d done that. you just gave hickeys to mia’s ex boyfriend.
“um.” you could hardly speak. “i have to go now.”
“but—”
you were rapidly gathering your things, shoving your laptop and folder into your backpack.
“feel better,” you said, swinging your backpack over your shoulder.
you were out of his room in a flash, beelining straight to the front door without looking back.
-
“do you like this one or this one better?” mia asked you, holding up two different skirts.
“that one,” you answered, pointing to the ruffled denim mini skirt.
“hm,” mia said, not seeming satisfied with your answer. “i like the other one better.”
she disappeared behind the dressing room curtain, and you let out a sigh of relief once she couldn’t see you anymore.
you were shopping at the mall, the first time you’d hung out in weeks alone, and it was harder than you thought it’d be after what you’d done with jake.
the guilt was immense. you could hardly stand to be in her presence, afraid that she knew or would find out. you felt like it was written all over your face, or that she could smell it on you—that you’d made out and dry humped her ex boyfriend.
your phone vibrated in your purse while you waited for mia to get changed. you pulled it out, eyes widening when you were met with a notification from the man haunting your mind himself.
jakesim02 — 3:29 p.m.
attachment: 1 image
how much concealer do you think i need to cover these up?
you opened the image—a selfie of jake with his neck stretched to show off all the bruises you’d left.
it was like he wanted to humiliate you.
you didn’t know what to say, how to answer, and mia came bursting through the curtain before you could anyway. you tucked your phone away, giving her your full attention.
“that looks amazing,” you said, forcing a smile onto your face.
“really?” she asked, checking herself in the mirror. “i wanted to get something cute to take pictures in. then, when i post them on instagram, jake will see and come crawling back to me.”
your breath hitched. just hearing his name leave her mouth made you sweat with anxiety.
“oh,” you said, voice shaking. “that’s a good idea.”
“right?” she said happily. “yeah, this is the one. this is the skirt that’s gonna get me my boyfriend back.”
she closed the curtain once again, and you felt your shoulders slump once she was out of sight.
she was adamant on getting jake back—if only she knew.
-
jake was back to class a couple of days later, back in his seat beside you like everything was fine and normal.
“hey,” he said to you when you walked in.
“hey,” you replied, pulling your laptop out of your backpack.
“you never replied to my message,” he said, watching you focus all your attention on your screen and giving none to him. “it was funny, right? i actually don’t even have any concealer which makes it even funnier.”
“very funny,” you responded dryly.
jake’s smile faded.
“what’s wrong?” he asked you, suddenly planting his hand down on your thigh. “why’d you run out of my apartment so fast the other day?”
your gaze trickled down to his hand on your leg, the veins in his hand sticking out, his fingers long and secure in their placement.
“did you get nervous?” he asked, his voice only loud enough for you to hear.
“no,” you lied. “i—”
“alright, everyone quiet down,” the professor spoke, interrupting you. “class is starting now.”
you gulped, turning back to your laptop screen.
the professor began his lecture, but jake didn’t move his hand from off your leg. he kept in its place for about ten minutes, and then you realized he was slowly dragging it up your thigh, higher and higher.
you glanced over at him from the side of your eye, trying to wordlessly communicate with him, trying to ask what the hell he was doing.
but he wasn’t looking at you. his gaze was fixated on the big screen where the slideshow was, and he took notes with his one free hand.
you sighed, trying to brush it off. if he wanted his hand on your thigh, fine. you didn’t care. it was nothing, and if you just kept telling yourself that, then maybe you could eventually believe it.
but then his hand had gotten too high to be considered appropriate, especially for a public setting. one inch forward and his fingers would brush against your covered pussy. you’d be mortified. you’d be absolutely shocked and humiliated if he were to do that.
so why did a part of you wish he would?
like he could read your mind, jake inched his hand just a bit higher and shifted it so it was cupping your clothed pussy. he pushed his fingers against it, feeling the heat and dampness it was producing.
your head snapped over to him.
“jake,” you whispered, because a part of you had enough sense to know that he shouldn’t do it.
still, he wouldn’t look at you. he pretended to be focused on the lecture, but you didn’t miss the trace of a smirk on his lips. he knew just what he was doing, and he was going to do it full force.
he began rubbing his fingers in little circles over your pussy, and your eyes widened, legs instinctively spreading to accommodate his hand more, to give him easier access.
you looked around at the students surrounding you. everyone was either glued to their phones, taking notes, or asleep. absolutely no one cared about what you and jake were doing.
still, you were nervous. you were in a very public setting and one wrong move could expose to the entire lecture hall what was going on.
you looked over at jake again, keeping your eyes on him as he trailed his hand up to the waistband of your pants, and then dove his hand in.
you pressed your hand over your mouth when you felt his cool fingers slide into your panties. he dragged his fingers down the length of your cunt, smearing your wetness around to make a slippery surface for him to play with.
he rubbed your trembling clit in little circles, going slow so as not to draw too much attention to either of you. you could feel your arousal leaking into his hand. as nervous as you were to be doing this, you couldn’t deny that it was really hot. the fact that anyone could look over and see jake with his hand down your pants—you really got off on that.
he spread your legs with fingers, then teased your entrance with his middle finger. he circled the tip of it around your needy hole, and you found yourself pushing your hips forward, trying to line it up so it’d slip inside you.
you shot jake a glare, and he smiled, relenting.
he slid his finger in and you had to bite down on finger so as not to make the sound you so desperately wanted to release. you sucked his finger in with ease, clenching around it.
he began massaging it against your spongey wall, feeling himself harden in his pants. he couldn’t help but picture what it would be like to have his cock in your tight little pussy instead of just his single finger. what he wouldn’t give to fuck you. he’d do it right then snd there if that was his only chance, fuck you in front of the entire class.
he let out a shaky sigh, slithering in another finger alongside his middle. your hand slapped down onto his wrist, gripping it tightly.
he thrusted his fingers in and out, and moved them back and forth inside you. your eyes rolled back into your head when you felt his palm hit your clit with every thrust.
although it was a tortuously slow pace he was fingering you at, it was perfect. he was deep and his fingers were at the most perfect angle, and your clit was being stimulated too. god, you wanted to fuck him. you wanted to climb into his lap and sink down onto his cock, and just ride him without a care of what anyone else thought, especially mia.
mia. fuck. what would she think if she knew you were getting fingered by her ex boyfriend in the middle of fucking class?
you were so far gone, so desperate to cum, that you didn’t even care. you just wanted him. no, at that point, you needed him.
“jake,” you whimpered, looking up at him with big, glossy eyes.
he held a finger up to his lips, motioning for you to stay quiet. but then he started fucking his fingers into you harder and faster, your legs shaking, and how were you supposed to stay quiet through that?
you pressed your face against the side of his arm, eyes clenched shut as his fingers hit the gummy spot in the deepest part of your cunt. you bit your lip hard enough that it could bleed because it felt so good, you wanted to scream.
you wanted to strip your pants off and spread your legs wide so jake could finger you to the full extent. you wanted him to slap your clit with his palm and finger fuck you until you were squirting all over his hand and the chairs that surrounded you guys.
you squeezed his wrist, your cunt tightening around his fingers. he could feel that you were close and continued to pound his fingers into your pussy until you were letting go, thighs clamping around his hand.
he could feel the gush of wetness spill over his fingers, smearing over your inner thighs. he looked down at you and your trembling body, the way you fucked yourself on his fingers to ride out your orgasm, getting every last droplet of it.
you were panting against his arm, and he only pulled out once you released your hard grip on his wrist. his fingers were glistening with your arousal, a string connecting them like ebbing when he pulled them apart.
you crossed your legs, already feeling empty without his hand between them.
there was nothing you could do then except direct your attention back to the lecture. if you were in any different circumstance, perhaps a bedroom, you’re sure it would go further.
but since you were in class, the most he could’ve done was finger you, and even that was probably too much, too risky.
still, it was done, and you had to sit with the physical discomfort of your excessive amount of arousal, and the mental discomfort of having just gotten fingered by mia’s ex.
-
jakesim02 — 11:01 p.m.
are you awake?
of course you were awake. it was saturday night and you were lying in your bed, your brain still fixating on what happened in class the other day.
you’d refrained from texting jake since then, unsure of what you’d even say, so you were relieved that he finally reached out first.
usery/n — 11:03 p.m.
yeah
jake started typing right away, like he’d just been sitting in the chat waiting for you to answer.
jakesim02 — 11:03 p.m.
this is a long shot but
what if i came over
your heart beat started accelerating at just the idea of jake coming over right now, this late at night.
you knew what would happen if he came over, and it’d be far from innocent. you were feeling guilty over what happened with you two thus far, though, unsure of what to do.
you fought it as much as you could.
usery/n — 11:04 p.m.
we shouldn’t jake
jakesim02 — 11:05 p.m.
i think we should though
think about how good it feels when we’re together
think about how hard you came all over my hand the other day
his words sent a wave of heat rushing over your body, your stomach twisting with the desire to do it all over again, to relive those same sensations you felt in class.
you felt like you an angel and a devil on your shoulder. the angel was telling you to shut your phone off and go to bed, to never speak to jake again because it was wrong.
but the devil yearned to let him come over, to feel the skilled touch of his hands on your body, to go further with him than you’d gone before.
usery/n — 11:08 p.m.
okay
come over.
jake read your message, and didn’t reply.
-
he was at your apartment within 20 minutes. in the first five minutes of being there, you’d made into your bedroom, onto your bed, and that was where you were left now.
“do you feel bad?” you asked him right before he was about to kiss you.
his hands were cradling your face, his lips inches away. but he shifted back a bit, creating more room between you after you asked that.
“it’s hard to feel bad when being with you feels so right,” he said.
the kind words made you smile—a sad smile that carried the happiness you felt from being with him but the dread that came from knowing it couldn’t end well, that it wasn’t you two who were meant to be together.
“she wants you back,” you whispered, running your finger over the back of his hand. “wants to post a picture for you to see that’ll make you want her again.”
he tilted your chin up, getting you to look him in the eyes again.
“y/n,” he said. “it’s you, okay? not her. let me show you, please.”
his dark eyes shifted down to your lips. and then he was kissing you, and you had no choice but to absolutely melt into it, like his touch put a spell on you.
he held your face, hands drifting into your hair. you crawled into his lap, keeping your lips intertwined while you positioned yourself on him.
he was already hard, probably pent up from the past few days. you were already wet, too, because just kissing him was enough to do it for you.
he held you close and kissed you like his life depended on it, like it would be the last time he ever go to do so, and he really hoped that wasn’t the case.
your tongues twisted together, passing your saliva to each other through the messy kiss. you could feel him twitch right under your cunt, eager to be touched. luckily, you were eager to touch.
you shifted back into the space between his legs, kneeling on the mattress. he watched without so much as a blink as you cupped his bulge, feeling his aching cock twitch and pulsate under your palm.
you began stroking it over his sweatpants, gripping and massaging it. but that wasn’t enough, even for you. you wanted to get the most out of him, to make him feel as good as you possibly could.
clothes were flying off then. first his pants, his shirt, then your shirt and bra, and his underwear.
his cock was long and just as pretty as you expected it to be. his tip was flushed to a light pink, a pearly bead of precum forming at his slit and threatening to drip down his length.
you let a droplet of saliva drip into your palm, and then reached out to grab him.
jake sat up on his knees, sighing at the feeling of your slicked palm wrapped around his cock, stroking him firmly up and down. he was heavy in your hand, and you imagined he’d be even heavier on your tongue.
you leaned in slowly, darting your tongue out to deliver tiny kitten licks to his tip. jake sighed again, gathering your hair into a makeshift pony tail to keep it out of your way.
you dug the tip of your tongue his slit, the taste of his salty precum coating your taste buds. you pressed your tongue down harder, then wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking on it like a lollipop.
“yeah,” he whispered, staring down at you like you were an angel in human form. “so fucking pretty.”
you hummed contentedly, taking him deeper into your mouth. you held onto his hips for support as you dragged your mouth back and forth down his length, taking him in as deep as you could go, slowly training your throat to take all of him.
jake panted, staring down at you as you sucked him off like you already somehow knew exactly what he liked. he loved when you paid extra attention to his sensitive tip, licking the underside of it. he loved when your tongue traced his vein, and when you eventually took him deep enough that your nose was pressed against his pelvis.
fuck, you were a star. you were his star. you were the only person he ever wanted to see with his cock in their throat again.
“that’s it,” he moaned, subtly guiding your head with the ponytail he’d made. “ugh, that feels so fucking perfect.”
you wanted his cum so bad. wanted to feel it on your face and taste it as it shot down your throat. you wanted to swallow every last drop and feel the warmth of it in your stomach.
you felt dirty, the way you wanted him. it was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, but it had you ready to do just about anything he asked of you. you wanted to please him, to make him cry from how good he felt, to have him shaking and writhing beneath you.
you forced yourself to deep throat him, as painful as it felt. you resisted the urge to gag, your throat convulsing around him.
it was all worth it because jake was gasping, tugging on your hair and pushing his hips into your face, forcing his cock even deeper. his tip hit the back of your throat, your face practically flush with his abs.
“mmm, fuck yeah, baby,” he moaned, head tossed back to expose his pretty neck. he thrusted his cock in and out of your mouth, using you just like you wanted him to. “you’re so fucking perfect. this mouth was just made for me sucking me off, wasn’t it, hm? say it, baby.”
he tugged you off his cock just long enough for you to breathlessly utter the words.
“yes, jake,” you said, sniffling. “was made for sucking your cock.”
he groaned, pushing your head back to his cock. you hollowed your cheeks and tucked your teeth under your lips, humming around his cock and breathing through your nose to keep from gagging.
he could feel a warmth settling in his stomach, a knot twisting. it was forming. he was going to cum soon and he knew it was going to be intense because it’d been way too long, and it was you. you were sucking him off and you looked so pretty kneeling in front of him, so how could he not cum buckets for you?
“where do you want my cum, baby?” he asked you.
“my mouth, jake,” you told him, blinking up at him with wet eyes. “wanna taste you.”
your words, so lewd and unexpected, had him finished.
he thrusted against your face once more before the first rope of cum came spurting from the tip of his dick, shooting straight down your throat.
he pulled out to watch the rest of it hit your face, and you stuck your tongue out to take the rest of it on your tongue. each string of white, gooey cum on your face was like paint on a canvas. it was art. you, a cum covered mess, were a piece of art.
“oh my god,” he cried out, fist furiously pumping out every drop of cum he could get out. “take it, baby, fucking take it. take all my cum.”
you moaned at the taste, at his words, at the feeling of each hot splatter on your skin.
when he pumped the last bit out, he sunk down to your level. you licked around your lips to get the surrounding cum you could reach and swallowed all of it like it was your favorite meal.
jake did you the favor of gathering the cum that had landed on your forehead and cheeks, and then shoved his tainted fingers into your mouth so you could really get every last bit like you’d wanted.
you maintained eye contact with him as you sucked on his fingers, tongue swiping around and in between them, cleaning the sticky mess off of them.
all jake could do was watch in awe, thinking about how much time he’d wasted with the wrong person when you were right there all along.
“you’re fucking perfect,” he muttered, in a trance like state.
you swallowed the rest of it and jake pulled his fingers out. he gently laid you down on your back and grabbed your knees, spreading them apart for him to fit between.
he hooked his fingers into your underwear and pulled them down your legs, already feeling your wetness on the fabric.
you were entirely dripping when he looked down at your naked cunt, a string of cum leaking from your needy hole.
“oh my fucking god, baby,” jake purred, bringing his fingers down to rub your eager pussy. “so fucking wet, i can’t believe it.”
you let out a loud moan when his fingers came in contact with you, and you gasped as he easily slid a finger inside, fucking it into you to get you prepped. it wasn’t like you needed much, though. your body wanted him, and it showed.
he only fingered you for about a minute, and then he simply couldn’t wait any longer. he felt like he would die if he wasn’t buried inside you right at that moment.
“is this okay?” he asked as he lined his cock up with your fluttering hole.
“yes,” you assured, nodding your head rapidly. “i need it so bad, jake. please just fuck me.”
he hummed, sinking his cock into your perfectly warm, tight, drenched pussy. you immediately clenched around him, sucking him in deep.
“oh my god,” he mumbled, nails pressing into your thighs. “holy fuck, baby. feels so fucking good. you’re so tight.”
you whimpered, head lolling to the side as he bottomed out, his pelvis pressed to yours.
“fuck, jake,” you said. “it feels so good.”
he laughed to himself, not because it was necessarily funny, but because he was so happy. it felt so right for him to be fucking you, and he could tell you felt it, too.
he pulled out halfway then pushed back in, filling you up entirely. it was like his cock was made just for you, made just to be the perfect fit inside your warmth.
he pushed your knees back, your legs wrapping his waist so he had a better angle to fuck you.
his thrusts were deep and careful, his hips fluid and loose. he was experienced, obviously. no one was this good at fucking without having had practice before.
your best friend. that was his practice. you were sure he fucked mia and you couldn’t believe that you were fucking someone she once had, but it didn’t matter anymore because it was too late. and this was what was right. not her and jake, but you and jake.
“fuck, it’s so good,” you cried, already so far gone and drunk off his cock.
“i know, my sweet girl,” he gushed, pushing his hips forward and pulling back at a slightly faster pace. “you’re doing so good, taking my cock like such a good girl.”
“nghhhh, god, jake!” you cried at his words, loving every bit of praise and adoration he laid upon you. “harder, please! n-need it.”
jake snapped his hips forward, his cock hitting you harder. his tip brushed against that sensitive spot inside of you and you practically screamed, eyes rolling back into your head.
he couldn’t believe how hot you were, how perfect you were sprawled out beneath him, your pliant body taking every thrust he pounded into you.
your body rocked with each thrust, slowly getting pushed up the mattress. your tits bounced, your limbs flailing helplessly from the roughness of his pace and movement. and you loved it—you’d never been fucked like this before.
“yeah, that’s it,” he groaned. “clench for me, baby. wanna feel you squeeze my cock.”
he adored how quick you were to obey, your pussy clamping around his cock then just like he asked.
he cursed, somehow fucking you even harder, as hard as he possibly could. he was fucking you practically into the mattress, leaving an indent of your body shape that would be a reminder of this moment, of how no one would be able to ever give it to you the way he could.
“oh my god!” you yelled. “i’m so close, don’t stop! pleasepleaseplease, don’t stop, jake!”
he grunted, his cock drilling your pussy, his pelvis rubbing against your engorged clit every time. the body creaked and the sound of skin slapping against skin was loud and lewd.
the knot in your stomach snapped. you body tensed and you were cumming, and it felt like descending up to the sky. you felt like you weren’t even in your own body, like you had no control anymore as you thrashed and writhed and squirted around his cock.
fluid came gushing and shooting out of you, coating his cock in your cum. drool spilled from the corner of your lips, tears trickled down your face, and jake felt like the luckiest man in the entire world to get to be the one to see it all.
he didn’t even realize he was going to cum until he was, until his load was spilling inside you, staining your walls.
he fucked you through it, jutting his hips forward in desperation, once again milking his cock for all it had.
“fuck, y/n,” he grunted, shoving his load deep inside you. “just take it all, baby. just take it.”
you whimpered, too fucked out to even remember how to speak. all you could do was lay there, twitching, letting him stuff you full of his creamy, milky cum.
you both were practically heaving for air by the time it was all over.
you felt empty jake pulled out and collapsed beside you. he held you close to his bare chest, kissing the top of your head over and over as he, too, couldn’t yet find any words.
minutes passed. it wasn’t until you both could breathe regularly again that he spoke first.
“can i stay?” he asked.
it wasn’t what you were expecting, not that you had any specific you were expecting.
“what?” you blinked up at him in confusion. “like, spend the night?”
“yeah,” he answered. “can i?”
you chuckled, nodding tiredly.
“yeah, of course you can,” you told him.
“okay,” he said, exhaling in relief. “i promise i’ll get up and clean us off in a minute. i just wanna stay in this moment for a little bit longer.”
you had no complaints about that. you, too, wanted to stay in this moment. you wanted to live in it for the rest of time because it felt so good, and so achingly right to be nestled against jake sim’s chest. for him to kissing your head, and playing with your hair, that was what was right.
it was you, not mia.
you were too content. you couldn’t even think about her, though you knew her finding out was inevitable.
but you could deal with it later.
next part.
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hey so would anyone believe me if i told them i wrote this in a day 🤨
anyway consider this my formal apology for not having written a long fic for jake in forever. starryjake is so back.
and also i DONT DO TAGLISTS!!! please just turn my notifications on if you want to know when i post.
You’ve learnt a few things about yourself since marrying the King of Curses. Namely, your penchant for narrowly avoiding death at the hands of your husband.
You’re one wrong move from having your head bitten clean off, and gods, does that fact excite you. It’s an adrenaline rush incomparable to anything else. Thrillseekers need to quit the cave diving and lion's dens and find themselves a man with the capacity to dissect them for looking at him wrong.
Sukuna’s heart has softened considerably since meeting you. There’s a channel within it, perhaps a major vein or artery, that houses an affection towards you that allows this kind of disrespect to go unpunished.
For the time being, at least. He’ll fuck you within an inch of your life for the stunt you’re pulling now.
You sit on your husband’s rock-hard stomach, both of his cocks hard and angry behind you, as you spread your thighs and fuck yourself with a laquered wooden dildo gifted to you by a raunchy friend before your marriage. You’re a mess, dripping all over Sukuna’s abs as you plunge the dildo inside of you, steering upwards in search of the spot that he never seems to miss.
He’s growling, practically vibrating beneath you in anger as you cuck him with a piece of carved wood. The sensation of his rumbling is nice, but the satisfaction of having the King of Curses in such an emasculating position is better than any sexual relief could be.
“Nice and still for me, dear,” you taunt. “When you twitch like that, I lose my balance.”
And, like a dog with a pronged collar, he yields. Grabs your waist with two of his four strong hands and holds you down against his heated skin. You allow him that much, lest he decides this lack of control isn’t worth amusing his wife’s weird sexual endeavours.
You roll your hips a little, plunge the dildo deeper inside of you in search of that spot. How can Sukuna find it so easily?
“That phallus doesn’t please you,” he notes, looking up at you with sharp eyes. He’s such a mess; his hair all over the place, chest heaving with the exertion of holding himself back. “To replace me with carved wood. You disrespect not only me, but that cunt of yours as well. She’s neglected.”
“Hush,” you avoid his gaze. “It is not a she, and you are just here to watch.”
“Watch what? Your failing to make yourself come? You do strange things to spite me, woman.”
You roll your eyes, and then turn your cheek. You won’t give him the satisfaction of leering at your displeased face — why is it not working? You used to sate yourself just fine before you were married, but you haven’t touched yourself since. Now when you try, even with such a mountain of a man at your beck and call, nothing compares.
Your fingers aren’t as big as his are. Your crafted dildo doesn’t curve and pulse like his cocks do. You lack the warmth on top of you; the loud, sleepless nights he gives you, the pleasure so overwhelming it bleeds into pain.
“You’ve ruined self-love for me, you know?” You sulk.
Sukuna rolls his eyes beneath you, jaw working as you’re sure he’s trying not to spit something demeaning from his lips. He fails. “You’re just incapable,” he bites. “Don’t hold yourself to such high standards, wife. I am not to be rivalled.”
His ego is ruinous. A part of you wants to feign your pleasure, start moaning like a whore and show him exactly what he’s missing out on, but your husband has always had a penchant for knowing insincerity when he sees it. He’d punish you worse for faking your pleasure than for taking it without his aid.
“Fine,” you grumble, your teasing mood soured. “Help me then, you oaf. But you remain beneath me. Where you belong.”
You tack it on as an afterthought, but it feels odd to say. The man who towers over the world and those within it, is laid beneath you… you can’t help but feel special. He laughs at your words, chuckles vibrating through his stomach and into you, but he doesn’t punish you for his tongue.
Yet.
“Take that fucking thing out of you,” he starts, glancing down at where you keep the dildo buried between your thighs.
You oblige, working it out slowly. A string of slick connects it to you as Sukuna grips it in one large hand and raises it up to your eye-level. Snap. It’s in halves before you can blink. The wood splinters, creates a small dust of shavings that dissipate through the air and makes your eyes widen.
“If you bring another object like this into our chamber again, I’ll stuff you full of it and have you walk naked across the length of the estate with it inside,” he lectures, eyes so set in his ways that you know he isn’t making empty threats. “Now, let me do what you cannot.”
Before you can allow yourself the dignity of pretending this is a favour to him, Sukuna’s stomach splits across the taut seam you had been sitting on. A long, obscenely wet tongue shoots up and flattens against your pussy, warm and disgusting in its eagerness. Hot breath fans your skin from below, and you gasp as what feels like buckets of spit wet your cunt in preparation.
Your husband just watches as the mouth on his stomach gets its fill. His grip on your waist tightens and holds you down against the slippery second tongue that licks a lewd stripe from your ass, to your hole, up to your clit. You whine, shrinking away from such messy devouring, but you have nowhere to go, and no fight left in you to object — you spent all of that on trying to pretend you could cuck a man like Sukuna.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
“Fuck,” you splay your hands out across your husbands chest for purchase as his stomach-tongue circles once, twice, around your clit before worming its way inside of you. It fills you with the ease of a muscle; pliant, not having to stretch you quite as far as his cocks do. And it moves, explores the topography of your insides like it’s trying to chart you out, taste every inch of your womb…
Through your blurred vision, you watch Sukuna raking his gaze over you. He keeps licking his lips, shifting ever so slightly as he had when you were trying to deny him. Your brows knit together.
“Can you taste me?” you ask, words broken by a moan as his stomach-tongue starts thrusting in and out of you, pushing all the way in just to retreat back into the mouth to savour the slick it coats itself with. “Can you… taste what it does?”
“Barely,” his jaw ticks. “It’s dull. Not the same.”
Oh? A surge of something mean shoots through you, and for a moment you’re unsure whether it’s pleasure from his tongue taking another course inside, or the satisfaction of knowing that, in a way, you’re still cucking him.
“So,” you glide your fingertip across the plane of his chest. “If I cum on this tongue, you’ll hardly be able to taste it?”
He doesn’t answer. A dog that bites and barks opting instead for silence is as telling as it is terrifying. You love it.
You throw your head back with a dramatic moan, using your thighs to push yourself up and start riding his stomach-tongue as you would his cocks. It’s lewd, makes these god-awful squelching noises with each pump in and out of you, but there’s a certain eroticism to the mess you’re making. His cocks are leaking behind you, desperate to tunnel inside of you and find their release, but you don’t allow it — you’re busy riding that tongue of his.
“I should—gods—do this more often,” you pant. “You’ve been hiding this from me, husband. Scared I’ll put the better parts of you to use?”
“Tch. Quiet yourself and take your release.” He’s tetchy, restless.
You can tell he’s straining himself not to pick you up and force you down onto his cocks like he so often does. Luckily for him, your climax is close, and you aren’t sure you’d have the heart (or will) to deny him any longer.
The tongue inside of you quickens in pace. It thrusts in and out in emulation of a cock, dragging wet muscle across your g-spot in rhythmic bliss. You can feel yourself going stupid on it, such a mess being made between your thighs. Your skin is covered in saliva, from your thighs to your cunt, all the way up to your stomach; you’re glossed with the stuff. Coated.
It’s when the tongue slips out of you to once again lap at your clit that your orgasm comes. You clench around nothing, grimacing at the feeling of emptiness that dampers your climax, but your legs shake and breath hitches in your lungs as you forget how to breathe, and be, and stay fucking quiet.
Your moans are melodious and loud in the same right, spurring Sukuna from a scowl to a slack jaw as his hips buck up once, and then twice, and a sudden splurt of heat covers your ass and lower back.
“Did you just—” you start, but your mind spins. You’re lurched forward by the force of two strong hands, and brought down to your husband’s chest. The mess of warm spit sticks your skin together, but you don’t have even a moment to complain as he covers your mouth with his, kisses you with a reverence that can only be shown by a king in adoration of his queen. Or a man warring to distract from the fact that he just came untouched.
“You are a petulant brat who has lost her sense of subservience to me,” he speaks against your lips. “But you are beautiful to an ungodly degree when you disobey me. You will look even better split in half on my cocks, crying for mercy from this man who is so ‘beneath you’, yes?”
A beautiful jolt of erotic fear surges through you. You’re one wrong-answer away from sexual torture; better keep your words kind.
You smile against his lips, peck them once, twice, and then speak. Your words are simple.
Your boyfriend Suguru is many things. He’s doting, and loving, and beyond chivalrous when it counts. He is also a perennial control freak.
You thought this would be good for him — a chance to sit back and let someone else take the wheel. Plus, Gojo has been hounding the two of you for a threesome ever since you first got together. This is as close as he’s going to get.
For now, at least.
Your thighs burn with exertion as you ride your boyfriend’s white-haired best friend reverse cowgirl on the couch of his living room. You and Suguru have spent hours here, over for dinner and drinks and game nights with Satoru — now you’re taking his cock down to the base as you face Suguru, who sits lazily in the facing armchair. It’s made of the same faux leather as the couch, which is sticking to Satoru’s sweaty ass and thighs, peeling with a loud squelch each time he bucks his hips up to meet your movements halfway.
“That’s right, now wrap your arm around and rub her clit like I showed you. Circles, not side-to-side. Yes, like that.”
You should have figured Suguru would promote himself from audience member to scene director. He sat nice and still as you throated Satoru’s cock, and even let you guide him yourself when you first took him inside of you, but he can’t stay out of the picture for long. Your Suguru is many things, and a spectator is not one of them. He likes control.
Luckily for the both of you, Gojo likes being told what to do. Each small praise upon doing something right — yes, Satoru, just like that; Satoru, you’re fucking her so well — has him twitching inside of you, choking on desperate moans as he soaks in his lauding.
A part of you wants to twist around to look at his face. You’re sure it’s all red and blotchy from exertion. You bet he looks fucked-dumb and ecstatic all at the same time. But your eyes are locked on Geto, who looks less like a cuck and more like it’s any Saturday evening. His chin is lifted, eyes surveying the two of you as wet sounds and skin slapping fills the room. He’s got his hands on his thighs, and his pants are so baggy around the crotch that you can’t tell if he’s hard or not.
“You can…” you start, taking a moment to wet your lips as Satoru speeds up his assault on your clit. “You can touch yourself, you know.”
Suguru’s lips slowly curl upwards. “I know, hon.”
“Why aren’t you?”
You want him to feel good. The whole point behind letting Satoru take you like this was to give Suguru a show, after all. Does he not like this? Is your pleasure one-sided? You suddenly feel bad for liking the fill of Gojo’s cock inside of you so much.
Geto must recognise the look on your face, because he laughs. It’s low, truly amused. “Don’t get in your head, my love. I just want to watch for now. If I cum like this, I won’t have as much to give you later when I wash out whatever Satoru’s going to fill you with.”
Oh. You and Satoru both seem to react to that — you tighten as he jolts up into you, groaning and biting into your shoulder as he breaks the ‘no marks’ rule that was established earlier. You don’t mind so much when you picture Suguru taking you later, licking and biting over whatever receipts of his touch that Satoru has left behind. Making them his own. Marking you as his own.
And then you imagine Satoru there too, sitting in a chair facing the bed, perhaps with his blindfold tucked between his teeth to muffle any whining pleads to join. You know he wouldn’t have the same restraint as your Suguru, he’d be fucking his fist to the sight before him, all desperate and teary-eyed and left out of the equation as all of your attention floods over Sugu. For once, Satoru would have to give up the spotlight. You wonder if that’d get him off too.
Probably.
“Fuuuuck,” he moans. The hand that isn’t working your clit snakes around you to press down on your lower stomach, feeling for the evidence of himself inside of you. He has to force you back against his chest a little, work the angle, but then he can feel it — the bulge of his cock in your belly.
It’s no surprise; Gojo is fucking huge. But looking down and seeing your skin taut with what’s inside has you reeling. Geto can see it too, you’re sure, because he’s shifting in his seat and clearing his throat.
“Satoru.” Your boyfriend’s voice is sharp. Jealous, maybe.
Satoru peers over your shoulder, smiling. “Yes, dear?”
“Over the arm of the sofa. Give her legs a break, yeah?”
Satoru doesn’t seem fazed; and your thighs were starting to shake with the exertion, but you can’t help but notice that every position Suguru has directed the two of you into has been lacking a face-to-face value between you and Toru. You don’t think that’s accidental.
Satoru doesn’t need to pull out to manoeuvre you into the new position. With his arms around your middle, and very little effort on his part, he shifts you up and over the arm of the couch. Your ass lifts as he pushes up to his knees and gets his footing behind you, all whilst remaining inside. Your hands find purchase on the arm as you turn your head to meet Suguru’s gaze once more. This isn’t a position he often has you in — he’s always thought of doggy as degrading.
You smile. You see how it is.
Your amusement is short-lived, though, as Satoru pulls almost all the way out of you, before slamming in with a harsh snap of his hips. You’re sent forwards, nearly toppling over the side of the couch as Satoru starts, and maintains, a mean pace. In and out and in and out, he drags his cock against your g-spot repeatedly. You can hardly get a breath in before he’s bottoming out inside of you again. And again.
Turns out, giving your legs a break means working every other part of you to exhaustion. You shouldn’t be surprised.
“That’s good,” Suguru praises, his voice heavy. “Tell me, how’s she feel?”
“Tight,” Satoru exhales. “And… wet, and—fuck—so good. I never want this to end.”
But he’s nearing his limit, and so are you. You can tell, his strokes are turning erratic, and the building tightness in your stomach guides your orgasm closer and closer with every passing second. You push your face into the arm of the couch, muffling your moans, and try desperately to focus on one thing at a time.
An impossible feat. Your mind is reeling; Satoru fucking into you like he’s fearful of ever losing this sensation; Suguru, watching with those assessing fucking eyes that make you want to take a bite of his brain; how good you feel between them both…
“Please,” you gasp, turning your head. Your cheek smushes against leather, making a mess of your face, but you don’t care. “Please.”
Satoru leans over you, keeping pace. “Please what, pretty?”
“She’s asking to cum.” Suguru lifts his chin. “She has to ask for permission first, isn’t that right?”
You nod frantically, tears blurring your vision as you hold onto something so desperate to slip through your fingers. You need to cum, to release, to take everything Satoru can give you and more.
“Who are you asking, baby?” Suguru implores. “Me, or Satoru?”
You don’t know. You don’t care. You think you know what Suguru wants to hear, so you whine out a short ‘you, please’, but your lover only shakes his head in reply.
“I’m not the one fucking you, am I?”
You try to turn your head to face Satoru, but your movement is cut off when he presses himself over your back, takes your face in one strong hand, and presses his lips to yours. He kisses you deeply, messily, and finally allows himself that face-to-face contact Suguru had so cleverly denied you two.
“Cum with me,” he whispers against your lips, pressing his lips to yours again. His tongue pushes into your mouth, tastes you from the inside out, before he pulls back again. “Gonna fill you up. Fuck you so full you’ll be dripping all over the leather. Then—” he stutters, groaning, “—then you’re gonna get down on your knees and clean it all up with your tongue. Then whatever spills out of you onto the floor as well.”
It’s lewd and grotesque, but the picture in your head spurs on your orgasm like nothing else could. The idea of doing something so degrading for a man that isn’t yours, in front of a man that is…
You cum so hard your vision flashes white. You can’t tell if your eyes are open or closed, but Satoru remains against your mouth, swallowing every loud, drawling moan you give him. You shake, completely overwhelmed with pleasure and pressure and the quick-to-come force of Satoru emptying his balls inside of you.
He must have been pent up. He floods your insides with a load so strong and harsh in its release that you can feel it filling you. Hot and desperate and so fucking good that you feel half-ready to cum again.
You close your eyes, bathe for a moment in the fullness you’re experiencing. Satoru kisses the back of your neck, and then between your shoulderblades, still seated nice and deep inside of you.
“You took that so well, love.”
Your eyes snap open at the closeness of Suguru’s voice, just to find him knelt by the sofa. His big hand reaches out to wipe a tear from beneath your eye, a doting look on his face. “Did you enjoy yourself? You’re such a mess.”
You nod, blissed. Suguru pushes up on his knees and closes the gap between your faces; you think he’s going to kiss you, but he stops just short of your lips and then pivots to whisper into your ear instead.
“If you enjoyed it so much, you’ll be happy to give Satoru another round, won’t you?”
ᨒ ོ ☼ ── WHAT IS IT LIKE, TO BE LIKED? ⋆ SIM JAEYUN。
⋮ ⌗ ┆概要 ⨾ a trip to the mountains with your boyfriend entails a lot more than bargained for as a pit-stop for petrol chances you upon a fortune reader. a lady who reads you tales of great prosperity and a satifying weekend ahead.
沈载伦 𝔁 𝒻 .ᐟ读者 ── 12.6k
explicit content ⋆ smut (mdni)、(condenscending) dom!jake、sub!reader、established relationship、degradation/humiliation、alcohol consumption、oral (f. rec)、face sitting、unprotected sex (don't do this)、creampie、breeding kink、dacryphila、praise kink、cum swallowing (m. & f.)、tit job、hair pulling、marking、breathplay、panties used as a gag、multiple orgasms、squirting、 overstimulation (f. rec)、spit kink、hints of a pain kink (pussy smacking)、mirror sex、exhibitionism、(brief) panty fucking、(brief) cockwarming、(brief) nipple play、doggy & lotus position、petnamed used: baby、bunny、love、pillow princess、pretty、sweet girl、sweetheart.⌇ℳ.list
⋮ ⌗ ┆便条 ⨾ this...😭 i can't even begin to express how much sanity and dignity i lost writing this. what started off as friendly conversation became this hot, flaming pile of filth 🙏🏾 i at least hope through this, some enjoyment is found and that i can find the marbles i lost....jake, you got me after this icl 😭 special thanks to my ari for sprinting with me and making sure this got done! 😭 writing is always better alongside you :3 comments are always appreciated, much loveeeee! <333
"You have nothing to worry about, the promotion is yours."
What should be assuring words from your boyfriend, do little in dismissing the ongoing doubt burrowed in your chest.
Objectively speaking, he's right. You, a corporate slave, who for the most part shuts up and does their work, should be a shoe-in for the latest high-up position in your glassed office. You're friendly enough for colleague early morning smiles, firm enough to stick up for sheepish juniors, who thank you with pastries from your city's finest. You're dilligent and a force to be reckoned with, perfectly capable and deserving of the stepping stone in your endless ambition.
But the promotion isn't just offered to you. Instead it's proposed as 'healthy competition' between you and the worst human alive.
Some self-entitled, rich prick who if he couldn't have any more wrong with him, is a raging misogynist. With a knack for charading and flaunting generational wealth, Hajoon easily bypasses barriers the rest of your colleagues were sanctioned to through hardwork and ungodly overtime hours. Everyone is beneath him, especially you as every win he earns (buys) is directed at you, through piano key veeners and his 'improved' hairline.
He also loves to ass-kiss, disgused as niceness as he invites your boss to the life he dreams of: exclusive golf tours, high-end dinner reservations ─ all for the sake of discussing 'business.' It's a flimsy excuse, seen when your boss at least has the decency to be embarrased about. Yet, it doesn't stop him for pitting you together in a race that's already set.
"Let's hope Hajoon doesn't take him to the masters," you scroll through your song library, swiping indiscriminately. "There's only so much prestige I can offer."
"Your work speaks for itself, pretty," Jake chances a glance at you, comfort moulded in his lips. "You mopped the floor with him in that last presentation. It's yours,"
"Besides," he starts, country road stretching past the dust-speckled windshield. "If your boss is so horribly mistaken to choose him, I'd personally bake them a shit pie for their troubles."
You smile despite yourself, a snicker from him triggering yours as their shared volume overrides the murmured engine roar.
"You're right. About the shit-eating too but," you chuckle, phone dropped into your lap to peer through the window, watching the rustic landscape pass you by. "Things have been so hectic and I think I've placed a lot importance on this than what's good for me."
"It's good to be driven, love. It's one of your many best traits," just briefly, your eyes catch, the tenderness in his enough to turn your head away. "But this is what this weekend is about. A step back to center yourself, because regardless of what happens, you deserve to put yourself first."
He changes gears, movement second-nature beforer his hand overlaps your thigh, broadly splayed over your jeans with rosy-knuckles and firm grip. Stable, like you've always known him to be.
Your hand folds over his, a squeeze given to extend your gratitude where words fail. But he knows, knows you in all the pieces given through the six months you've known each other.
He says this trip to the mountains is a celebration of the milestone, but you know better. You're well aware he's seen you at your most exhausted, still showing up for him and others because contrary to cynic's beliefs, your loved ones come first. He's seen the frustation sear the white of your knuckles, jaw clinched at Hajoon's insults, a loser you don't dignify with a response, letting your work speak for itself. And through it all, he shows up for you. Constantly, but especially now.
The soft smile on your face doesn't waver as the car eats away at miles travelled, nearing halfway through your journey as Jake pulls into a rest-stop. Humble in size, the establishment offers a string of fast-food restaurants, petrol pumps and an old jungle gym with 'Unsafe. Do Not Enter' sign hanging off it. Before you're able to browse the convenience store to line your stomach, peaked neon lights capture your attention.
Tucked away on the outskirts of the property stands a store half the size of all others, a neon sign of the evil eye lending out a helping hand glowing in hues of violet and rouge. The windows line themselves in the same violet colour, drapes as the backdrop for meticulously placed crystals, tarot cards, singing bowls and the like. Your focus then falls to a poster plastered to the front door, adorned in gold stars over the graphic red curtain background.
Readings available. Learn your destiny here!
Something tugs at you, halts you in step to stare the store down, the lull of car passengers' dulling to nothing. You aren't a stranger to the occult, the centre of many readings your university friends' enticed you into, taking frequent trips with them to your town's crystal shop whilst running errands, only to leave with a set of your own. And when things got dark, you carried a blunt rose quartz in your bra in the hopes your dining hall crush would miraculously notice you. He did, but he wasn't your person for a whole host of reasons, reasons you never lowered your standards for ever again.
In any case, you are receptive. Open to any messages you feel aligned to and with the ticking seconds hinging on suspense, you give in.
"I'm gonna go check that store out," your thumb hikes over your shoulder, hand shielding the glare of afternoon sun. "I'll be back."
Jake's head lifts from the fuel filler neck, finding the store then your figure. He doesn't say anything, familar with your bedroom's shelf of collected crystals, incense and tarot cards, flashing you a small smile as he replies, "Take your time. I'll get us snacks."
You thank him in a wink, one sent. back to the affect of a spring in your step, wind blowing in your hair as you tug at the end of your sleeves, jitters alive and well.
The door chimes with your entrance, tranquill sounds of running water filling your ears as curiosity soaks up the shop's interior. Glass shelves lined with their bigger crystal collection: pendulums, palm stones and moldavite necklaces barricaded away. In the singular aisle waist-high is a long, dusted table with woven baskets, an assortment of smaller crystals grouped by purposes, labelled as such. Tiny string lights lace racks, an entanglement of feathered-dream catchers and veined greenery. The opposite wall, identical in decor, holds various tarot and oracle decks, all breath-taking alongside scrying tools taken straight from the Gothic age, marvelled at in quiet astonishment.
The high of getting away swindles your intentions of only getting a reading done, the mould of a rose-quartz cat, curled peacefully in sleep is craddled in your hand, never let go until you're at the till, clearing your throat for the clerk.
In their late teens, the midnight-haired clerk manages the entire interaction without a single look your way, sighing heavily when interrupted through her Kerrang! magazine flip-through. When everything's said and done, a similar feeing to pulling teeth gnaws as you ask for where the readings are done.
"Through the beads," she drawls, smacking her cherry bubblegum. She nodes behind her at the open doorway, behind the plexiglass countertop.
Fortunately, the counterspace doesn't dominate the entire space, leaving leeway for you to amble past. Her figure remains unmoved, only triggered as her chipped nail polished-fingers drag across a picture of Kellin Quinn, a sigh full of dreams echoed.
Nostalgia shapes your expression, hands separating an opening through the assortment of crystals stringed from the doorway's top frame, cuts of aquamarine, angel aura quartz and rhondonite welcoming you into the space. Notes of lavender breeze past as you step further into the sacred four walls, incense wafting in the sunlight peeking through high windows. Lush rugs and blankets fold over a nearby couch and display shelves, occult trinkets sprinkled around in a personal touch immediately relaxing you. What looks like serves as a breakroom, positions itself for readings with a lone table in its middle, short candles lit with decks spread across the constellation tablecloth.
The reader, mid-shuffle, deserts her cards at your presence, piled onto the edge of her table as she stands, tugging her turquoise shawol over her shoulders.
"Good, another traveler ─ welcome, welcome," the lady in her early fourties gestures to the vacant seat opposite her, clearing her table of dust as her infinite rings clinck together. She wears wisdom on her face, the warmth of her smile luring you in as your legs settle despite inital nerves, "Make yourself at home."
Complying, you seat quietly in the space too cosy to be disturbed, briefly scanning the room before her bracelets sound again.
"What kind of reading you looking for? I've lived long enough to give you options," she beams, rubbing her hands together. "Tarot spreads, astrology-based readings, face readings ─ whatever you're called to."
So, you pick. Called to the option you've never explored. "A face reading, please."
"You strike me more as the tarot type," she smirks, nifty hands shuffling her cat-themed deck like second nature. Which you suppose is embedded in her, her eyes never leaving yours as no card spills from the speedy movement, neatly packed away with a knock to the table. "Am I wrong?'
"Wait, let me guess ─" her eyes brim in elation, only cast aside inbrief ponder before a wrinkled index finger points your way. "Three of cups, that's your favourite card, right?"
The tattoo inked into your back heats at the chilling remark, an abrupt flush crawling up your neck as your figure seizes in fridigness. You're well aware to carry a healthy amount of suspicion going into this. Not giving away what the readers knows what you want to hear but with irrelevant your covered tattoo to the area of the reading, you can't help but blink. Wide-eyed and slowly, attempting a too-late cover-up when all the colour returns to your face.
"No need to be embarrassed. I've developed a talent for these things," she muses, pointed nails drumming into the table. "Certainly wouldn't make a living otherwise."
She chuckles, in a way that's reminscient of quiet Saturday afternoons on your aunty's back garden, swaying wherever the hammock took you as you sketched to the melodies of birds. She'd religiously keep her avain population feed through bulk-buys of the finest bird food, cracking piastachio nuts with her legs crossed as her eyes observed them, seeing the same freedom in their wings as she had, the only difference being when their bellies were full, they flocked away together while she remained alone. It's something you try not show on your face.
"You have a lot of moles," she observes, her expression void of sentiment. "Very telling for the kind of life you live,"
"It seems a bit lonely, your familal life," she notes, a blink all you muster to her truth. "Things were almost never stable financially, which you took upon yourself to manage along with everything else you did alone,"
A vacant house, parents working to make ends meet with the throat-stifle to make better of your home amounts to this, your youth saving pennies not for Barbie dolls but contributions to a microwave that warmed food twice as long. Summer and part-time jobs spent wistfully looking out windows at people your age, tanned and smiling from their boat days while the only Sun you ever see is on your breaks. A social life forgone with your head buried in books, affording yourself scholarship-funded education that when it comes time to toss your cap, you give your gown and sash to your parents for photos, their teary-eyes coupled with your wobbled smile.
"You're a smart and capable lady, destined to gain respect and nobility for those who see you for who you are. A lot of satisfaction awaits you," the reader's voice breaches your lazy mirage, watchful eyes grazing over your features. A knit sews her caramel eyebrows loosely, lines of her forehed speaking of the countless times she'd made the expression. "It's long overdue. A life spent living for others. You second guess your displays of affection because you think they don't suffice, but I see you. There's enough care given to loved ones that there's almost never the chance for them to think of paying the favour back,"
Aversion demands your eyes to direct elsewhere in the store ─ her Chinese lucky cat, arm waving to spread wealth and propserity, her snoozing black cat affectionately named Jiji on their back snoring to high heavens ─ anywhere to offload the impending feel of being seen. Plucked back through your onion-layers to the core where you lay.
"Some people depise that of you. Being so permanently in your lane and headstrong," you could roll your eyes, already pinpointing the association to Hajoon. "They may obstruct your path, but there's nothing that can come between destiny,"
Finally, a smile breaks out onto her face, chin in her palm. "There are others who adore you for those same traits and more. Have spent many moons counting their blessings your heart remains set on them."
A memory surfaces. A few, some flashes of late nights holding cherished friend's hands in yours as they recount their gratitude for your presence in their life, teary-eyed because you keep choosing them. Warmth blossoms in your chest, felt in the tips of your fingers interlocked in your lap. A memory lingers longer than the rest, three months exactly into seeing Jake where he tucks a stray hair behind your ear, slopes of his angular face bathed in moonlight while he looks at you like the stars above are in your eyes, saying:
"I want to continue choosing you," he speaks just above a whisper, not bothering with how bare he sounded. "If you'll let me."'
You gulp, hands running against the grain of your jeans.
"It's not going anywhere soon, the high on your horizon," she relays, drumming gel nails against her clear quartz palm stone. "Blessings will come in, fast and plentiful ─ think Ace of Cups and Eight of Wands,"
"In all aspects of your life," you don't miss the emphasis in her voice. How could you with the wink she does? "This is very inspiring. And a rightful change. I'm happy for you."
And she genuinely means it, smile mirroring that of a long-time friend, melting the ice freezing your rigid shoulders.
"Thank you. I really appreciate─"
Your words evaporate with the chimes of crystals together, head turning to see Jake's polite, beaming face. Brightness gleams in his eyes, fondness curving the edge of his smile at you before it falls behind you, teeth bared in a hint of awkwardness.
"Hi, sorry for interrupting. The clerk said I could come in," his eyes track back to yours. "Should I come back later?"
"No, we actually just finished," softness blends in your limbs at his presence, an outstretched hand instantly in his as he squeezes yours before you get the chance. He has the gall to wink your way like you don't have an audience, playfulness rolling your eyes right to your audience. "Thanks again for the reading. It was really insightful."
For the first time since you'd come through those same crystals, the reader lacks words. Her expression washes over in a quiet stint of merriment, lips parting with a gaze very much directed over your shoulder. At Jake who's a good sport about being oogled, closed mouth grin present while his thumb ghosts over your knuckles. The rise of your eyebrow cues her back to reality, a flush engulfing the timid bunch of her cheeks, abruptly standing to gesture your way out despite it being the same one you walked through.
"Yes, yes, of course. Come again if you ever happen upon our town," the words rush out of her a mile a minute, courteous chuckles huffing out yours and Jake's mouths. "I'm sure you've got all you're looking for though."
The rushed comment isn't missed either, lip bitten to only spill in the confinements of the car. The same sentiment's shared by Jake who casts you a quick glance, catching his laughter in a fist.
"I'll just make my payment at the front, if that's okay."
"Oh, don't worry about it," Jake interjects, pushing the bend of his lips down. "I already paid."
"Jake,"
"Give me an earful in the car," he jokes. "Better head out before it gets dark."
Well into the afternoon with the cabin still miles away, you lapse into agreement, brimming gratitude at the reader before you're following in Jake's footsteps out the doorway.
A call for your name turns your head, quiet enough for Jake's ears not to catch on as the crystal curtains close behind his figure, leaving you in the quiet hum of the reader's room, vibrational music nothing but a faint buzz.
She scurries over to you with alert eyes, stealing a look through her crystal curtains before her gaze centers back.
"I don't usually feel compelled to say these things. Especially since I can acknowledge such matters have the chance of making patrons…uncomfortable,"
You're bracing yourself to whatever may come from her mouth, something to be taken or pushed aside, curiousity getting the better of you as you lean into her hushed words.
"He was what I was talking about ─ satisfaction," she stresses, fingers pinched together. "He will make you very happy, as I'm sure you already know,"
"But," her eyes avert again, like you imagine yours did during the reading. She fiddles with the rings on her weathered fingers, metal circled around loose skin in an attempt to self-soothe. "There are other areas he will satisfy you,"
"He─his appetite," she says like she can't believe the words on her tongue. "Knows no end. His greed will take you places your mind cannot begin to conceptualize."
Your stance goes rigid, a silent part of suprise in your lips.
"I'm sorry, what?" you squint your eyes as if it'll help you hear better. "Are you…are you talking about─"
"Yes," she admits, colour rushing to her cheeks. "There are many things a face can encapsulate; we are mere pages in the book of our past, present and future. Values, destiny and personality ─ we wear our life's story on our face."
Your hands come up to drag against your cheeks, trying a grasp at comprehension.
"And his is a high sex drive…?" you utter the words slowly, unsure where the heartfelt sentiment's gone.
"He is insatible. Plays his part as doting, sweet boyfriend because those are qualities he truly posses," her throat bobs, eyes cut to the front door in a wild flare. "But he brings other qualities when called to, when the timing is right. Things that will bring forth the kind of chemistry equal to a house on fire."
Her hands brace against your tensed shoulders, bracelets jangling with the seriousness she laser-beams into your eyes. "Please darling, load up on electrolytes," her blinks come hard and fast, replicated in the rhythm of her breath. "Stretch and just pray you'll make it out alive."
Ill-manners aren't part of your social palette, real expressions hidden by the jaded niceness society peers at you through. But in the feverish and apparently delirious rant the reader has forced onto your shoulders, they tremble with the building laughter buzzing through your chest, muffled by pressed lips not really doing their part. Evident in the surprise unfolding her scrunched expression, hand coming over your mouth to wish the laughter away as you get out a quick, "Noted. Thank you again."
It doesn't come from a bad place, but when you're back outside, trekking back to the car some guilt exists with the tremble in your chest, putting a plug in it by drumming a palm to your torso.
"Everything good?" Jake asks once you're back in the car, strapping himself in. "Reading went okay?"
Where do you even begin? It did go great until he showed up and apparently rocked the reader's world, who then expressed how much he would rock your world. Agreed, Jake does a good job in the bedroom but the concept of him being an insatible beast when called upon? While plausible, the circumstances surrounding its revelation push snickers out your nose.
"Yeah, a lot of fortune's on its way. Finally," you strap yourself in too, cracking your knuckles to mask your giggles. "Lots of uhm, satisfaction too."
It's a loaded end to your answer, one you communicate in a bitten back smile Jake goes on to replicate, letting out the bit of amusement he tucked away back in the store.
"Happy to hear that, baby," he laughs, fist over his lips, licking them over when his hands extend to the steering wheel. "You deserve good fortune coming your way,"
He kisses your cheek over the console, the press sweet and delicate. A reality where it's bruising and lust-driven flashes briefly.
Hovering close to you, his voice dips in volume, eyes peered up at yours with a teasing glint. "Could've told you that for free though."
"I thought it was gonna be insighful!" you shove his shoulders, mellow laughter filling the vehicle. "It was but─"
"Just joking, pretty. I'm sure you got what you needed from the reading," sincerity shines in his eyes, accented by the peppered kisses he does against your cheek, the last one on your temple. "Let's get going, yeah?"
Your agreement blends in with you turning on the car radio, reconnecting to the aux where Geese's '3D Country' thumps through its bass intro, engine roaring to life as you get back on the road, leaving the minute rest-stop and tarot shop in the dust. You're meant to carry what resonates through her reading and that you do, the miserable grey anxiety cloud in your chest clearing knowing your hardwork will be rewarded. Knowing that the love you put into the universe will find itself back to you. Not because in the end, you wished to serve yourself, but because you always hoped the goodness you met others with could pour into others' lives too.
But something else lingers. The grip she had on your shoulders, the look on her face when Jake joined you two, her remark about electrolytes. Priding yourself on being an open person, you welcome her perception of Jake through an impartial lens ─ there's only so much sex to have since you two started dating, a precaution exercised courtesy of your therapist. Exhausted by empty hookups and abrupt endings lacking promise, she challenged you to find human connection elsewhere. Be as vulnerable as you could because dating was somehow more horrifying than being naked in front of a stranger. At least then, you spoon-fed them bits of yourself ─ all in self-interest ─ and when they ultimately left, because they got what they wanted, they didn't take your heart with them. You'd never given it to them in the first place. Dating, however, if you were after what your heart desired, entailed an honesty you had to sit with. A partner who you could really be yourself with ─ all the neat and messy bits you've perfected hiding behind a pretty bow ─ and through trials and tribulations, tug of wars due to your attachment style, you found your Jake. Someone you could be yourself with, and someone who you know reflects that back to you. No charades, no secrets, just sincerity that's maybe charmed you into rose-tinted lenses.
Then again, she did say it was a matter of calling it 'upon him.'
Time would tell, eventually.
That time comes sooner than expected.
Tucked away in the mountains breathing crisp air, is the luxury cabin Jake so kindly splurged on for your weekend getaway. Upon seeing your scandalised face, the cedar and oak structure built with love and wealth in the addition of a hot tub, he ducks his head, sheepish in his grin as he says, "Guess I caught that deal on a good day."
Like the gentleman he is, he deals with all your luggage as you climb the steep-rocked driveway, head on a swivel as the mountains stretch on for miles. With spring creeping in, the moutain peaks have lost their snow blanket, sprinkled in scarce flakes that still have your breath visible before you. You inhale, letting the clear air fill your lungs then exhale, the city left behind a distant memory as Jake opens the cabin's front doors.
It's every bit of lush as its' exterior, hanging warm lights and wooden halls seemingly going on forever. It earns Jake a sidelong glance, a guilt-free shrug his answer before he catches you in his arm, pulling you close in a kiss on top of your head.
"It's ours for the weekend," he whispers, hazelnut and oak notes wafting in his presence. "Let's play house."
So, you do. Once all luggage's been put in the bedroom, suitcase left open for easy access, you tread through the halls with heated floors, into the kitchen where Jake makes a start on the store-bought tortellini. Side by side, you make the sauce, joking bumps of the hip dished between each other as your blended playlist hums in the background, serenading the sweet plate Jake's face lights up at once he's tasted the food. He commends your skills even when you have none, yet you smile. Because there's always a genuineness about him, a happiness built on something stable you allow yourself to fall back into, only proven by your suggestion to crack open a bottle of wine in the hot tub.
"Is that a new swimsuit?"
Lowering into the buzzing water, you chance a glance at Jake, a blank canvas if not for the evident bob his Adam's apple does, his spread fingers threading through the current.
"A new bikini, yes," you settle opposite him, reaching for and sipping on white wine without a break in eye-contact. "Like it?"
He's the first to break, giving you his sharp side-profile with a smile that's all knowing. The chestnut waves of his hair frame his face perfectly, falling like curtains around his eyes as they gravitate back to yours.
"Yeah, I do. A lot."
Your time is spent like this, toeing the line of flirtation and dare, enough physical space spared if not for the stifling conversation, nothingness spoken of to the build-up of whatever festers underneath the surface.
The thought had crossed your mind over dinner ─ when Jake's none the wiser, happily humming with pasta sauce dipped into his lip corner ─ the reader's words and her conviction. However cagey you may have been, Jake's always been respectful of your boundaries, never pushing when he knows the walls will fall when ready, a pattern of forthcomingness observed in the little time you've had. Yet, with a work schedule meant to kick your ass and social obligations shifting him to second priority, not much time is spared. Not enough to talk, not enough to explore…whatever things Jake supposedly brings to the table.
With the nagging prickle in mind, the night's event unfold into destiny. When your fingers have pruned, three glasses of wine polished off, you dry off to slip into one of his shirts and a pair of underwear plenty purposeful. An agenda noticed in Jake's expression as he enters back into the bedroom, patting down his face.
He doesn't make any comment, only laughs to himself before he resumes his bedtime ritual, coming back to you eventually as a starfish on the bed, your Kindle long forgotten.
His chin perches onto the arms folded onto your stomach, peering through his brows. "Feel relaxed?"
Automatically, your fingers find their way into his hair, teasing the soft strands with your fingertips. "Yeah. The wine helped."
He smiles, a brief hide of his face to conceal his mirth. "I don't know how you drink that stuff."
"You had just as much as I did!"
"I only started to enjoy it like, halfway through the second glass," he concedes, feigned exasperation coming out you in a sigh. "Definitely needed that energy drink as a palette cleanser."
Ah, yes. The one with electrolytes, one he'd bought for you too. The irony is not lost on you.
"We'll get more in town tomorrow," your eyes drift to the alarm clock on the bedside table, time incorrect but the late hour evident. "What you got planned?"
He tosses his head to simulate careful pondering, bottom lip jutted under his finger. "Lots of pampering and shopping ─ only the best for my girl,"
The bunch of your cheeks turns your head sideways, body restless beneath his to a point of his body moving off yours. It doesn't take a second of contemplation, positions switching to your thighs straddling his hips, his hand fanned across your lower back as you stare down at him, watching him become more pupils than eyes.
"Anything else?"
The invitation hangs in the air, gulped down by Jake who scoffs softly, putting a hand behind his head with veins lining his arm. The loss of your gaze when circled back to him makes his lip corner lift, horribly smug.
"I've got a few ideas," he husks, his hips shifting beneath you, something other than bone brushed against your ass.
"Budge up," he coaxes, you immediately complying. "More,"
You laugh, hands braced at your sides. "Jake, I'm halfway up your chest. Not sure that's an optimal for kissing."
"Who said anything about kissing?"
He says it easily, like it doesn't make every fragment of your spine click into place. Besides the brief stiffen of your muscles, your brain starts working again to brace hands against his chest, wandering.
"You're trouble."
"Yeah? That what you think I am?" his hands, veined and cold relief against your thigh, graze in what's meant to be absent nature. You can't help but suspect purpsefulness on his own end when he kneads the flesh the closer they inch to your ass. "Did she tell you that?"
A missed heartbeat marks the blaring silence permeating his statement, splayed hands hinged on his shoulders wrestling with the material of his shirt as you rack your brain. Thinking if you should mention it.
"You could be her disciple," the joke doesn't really land like you want it, tasting more bitter on your tongue. "Yes, she did."
His hand cease agaisnt your thighs, kickstarting contemplation of whether you've spoken too much.
"So that's what that was about," he smirks, hand over his eyes like he's been caught. The stretch of his lips does little to dissipate your 'healthy skepticism.' "It's like the energy shifted when I came in."
"It kind of did," laughter puffs out, a bit breathless on your end. His hands fall back to your hips, feeling yours shift for comfort. "She got a good look at you and I walked out with a 2-for-1 deal,"
His head cocks to the side, curious. "What'd she say?"
Amusement breaks out onto your face, bitten back.
"She made some hints at you holding yourself ─ poor choices of words," you backpedal, sorting through your vocab of empathy. "She said something along the lines of, if maybe I breached the topic with you, things could be different…"
"In terms of?" he prompts, asking for clarity.
But there's a curve to his lip, a shit-eating grin held back. You're starting to have more faith in all the reader's words.
"Sex," you couldn't say the word any softer, comfortable being sexually open amongst friends but in the quiet of the mountains, with nothing but Jake beneath you, you cower into your skin. "She said you could be different."
"Hungry?"
"Insatible is the word she used, but I'm pretty sure she said hungry too," a form of reluctance pushes air out your chest, hand raised to scratch the flush building on your neck. "I, of course with every reading I get, took that with a pinch of salt because I mean, it all happened so fast and sometimes readings can be influenced by other factors like─"
"She's not wrong."
A pin could drop. It could hit the heated-hardwood floors and sound like a crashing boulder, an avalanche descending from the mountain's peak with no end in sight.
Perhaps you shouldn't be so taken aback. It's not like Jake knows everything about you six months into knowing you ─ he may know about how you like your eggs cooked and how you failed your driver's test three times before getting your license. He didn't know about the complications weaving your parental relationship and he certainly didn't know you had a spit kink. Could've guessed it, but it was never an admission on your part. Not everyone in your life - even those close to you - needed to know every part of your soul and in a relationship, things would reveal themselves in time. He didn't need to know everything to love bomb or use against you. He would never, but the cynism of your heart is hard to beat.
You don't speak. Your mouth refuses to croak out, "What do you mean?"
So, you simply watch him with a smile that's more anticipatory-curiousity with ears waiting on his next words.
"I mean, it's normal to not show all your cards at once, right?" What's meant to be a remark laced with slivered awkwardness, apparent in the gnaw he embeds into his bottom lip, also comes with the permanent fixture of a smirk. He can't hold his enjoyment back, that much is apparent to you.
"I'm sure you haven't told me everything you're into," his fingertip traces against your thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "What makes you shake."
His eyes flutter up to yours, the mirth-advantage of the situation gone with the wind whistling past the bedroom french doors. He only has you in his sights, the heat rising from him edging you into dizziness.
"It never was a matter of secrecy," he makes known, possessive with his grip on your hip. You buck into his touch. "Gauging what you're comfortable with and knowing what you can take has always been a priority to me."
Tingles run like critters all over you, a twitch of the hand given before your grip solidifies against his shoulder, finger slid beneath the collar of his shirt. Your skin sizzles pressed against his.
"But if you wanna push and try something new, who am I to get in the way?"
There's something undeniably sexy about how he commands the situation, gentle with the patience of a saint, tenderness in his guidance towards what you realise you've been too scared to voice.
"Do you want to?" he asks, head ducked to meet your hung head. "See how far you can go?"
Apprenhension will always be there, bubbling in the pits of your stomach with the accompanying voice at the back of head posing more questions than answers. But you know, you've known for a long time there wasn't anything scary if Jake was beside you. The sail to your boat, the roots to your tree, your branches free to grow how ever sky high you desired.
You only had one answer, smiles to your faces as your fingers thread together, a squeeze against yours for good measure.
"Now budge up," his cheeks take on a rosy tint, satisfaction in his grin. "It's time to put my mouth to better use."
Your body runs like a motorboat's engine, feather-light brushes tickling your chest as your legs operate on auto-pilot, wild eyes peering down on Jake's. Cinnamon brown are their hue, decked in a sweetness sharp enough to gulp down the cotton ball lodged your throat, breath wethered as his hands hover hollowly on your hips, making sure you're in place.
It's only then, when your clammy hands grapple onto the elegant carve of the wooden headboard, that you remember.
"My underwear,"
You go to take them off, only for your hand to be eclipsed by Jake's, a hot brand against your skin.
"Don't," he gruffs out, eyes lingering on your core for longer than what's polite, a slow drawl to your eyes, his pupils fully blown. "Keep them on."
The lacy lilac crotchless thong, 'not' purposely packed for this trip, remains on, pushed further apart with his finger and the bite of your lip, eyes fluttering closed as you wish for yourself not to buckle. Despite his wishes, the idea of perching all your weight on him remains a legalty you'd rather not take chances with, knees embedded into the mattress all the support you give yourself for a polite hover.
His lips press against your inner thigh, possessive and hefty, contact slowly unwinding the tension-hike your shoulders have done to your earlobes, muffled moans in your mouth as he takes his sweet time with niceities. Small and measured kisses against skin you wished he'd gloss over, the press of his lips along your pelvis bone shuddering a broken breath out of you, desperate hands anchoring for the stability you're quickly losing. Cognition starts to haze over the lazy clouds populating your brain, thoughts only sharp enough to register the anticipation racing through you, the high-strung bundle of knots in your stomach dangling above a bottomless pit.
"Baby," he calls, voice thick and strained. "You're so fucking wet, I don't know what to do with myself."
Your personality is hard-wired enough for a retort. "Eat me out then."
He huffs, singular and devastating to the strength you've been summoning in the warmth of your bedroom, warm air puffing against your core to make you groan. His own one follows right after as his arms abruptly bring your hips forward, a yelp short-lived as his lips brush against your glistening folds, a whimper verberating through your own lips clamped together for the sake of your dignity.
"That's the last I hear out of you besides my name." he promises, stern before he dives in.
He steals your breath with you, air pushed out your weak lungs as he tastes every crevice of you, from your slicked entrance begging for an inch of him to the top of your clit, suckling on the bundle of nerves. Nails are introduced to the headboards' craftmanship, scratched at in long draw marks that should spell out alarm, if not for the sheer bliss conjured between your legs. Jake is purposeful with every thing he does, groaning into you like it pains him for you to taste so sweet, licking up all the facet-run slick pouring from you, further echoed by your thighs until it's all you hear. Your moans and his mouth, working with gradual abandonment, hands pressing into your skin to make you melt.
"Always taste so good for me, pretty," he murmurs against you, a moment not on you a moment wasted. "Can't get enough of how you shake,"
His moan vibrates against your folds, your knee slipping beneath you to lower further onto him, ass grazing the stubble you've been actively avoiding with the cross of your legs, a high keen out your throat as he sucks on your clit.
"Jake," you whine, your head swarming with enough lust to weighh heavy on your shoulders. "Fuck, don't stop."
"Baby, I'll be here for hours," he resplies back, prying your mouth open with a soundless gasp. "Nothing's getting between me and this pretty pussy right here."
Your body curls in on itself, willing the building pleasure in your stomach to cease, senses running wild to a point where all your mind can pinpoint is the man between your thighs, eating you out like it's his last meal. Esctacy is no stranger to the time spent on your back, Jake plucking all the right chords to have you seeing stars but this feels different. He has his mouth on you like a man long deprived, securing his arms around your thighs with non-existent space, holding you down as if his last tether to Earth. It shatters you from the inside-out, blowing any far-gone perception of pleasure out the window, attaching yourself to here and now as he moans around your clit, sloppy with his tongue drags as you drip down his chin.
"You dripping all over me, baby," he has the gull to chuckle into you, tracing his tongue around your entrance in the aftermath of the warmth breath blown against you, your sanity dwindling in alarming amounts. "Tell me how good you feel. Tell me who gets you wetter than this."
"So good," you can't help but mewl, one hand slithering down to him, fingers carding through his hair for a tug. "It's only you, only you."
"Sound so good when you're desperate for me," he sucks hard on your clit just to hear you break, walls squeezed impossibly tight. "Go on, grind on me. Take what you can get."
It should make you feel small, stringed to his words like a puppet but if they align with your buried wants, who are you to say no? So, you comply, staple both hands against the headboard and grind, tentatively at first when he's allowed your thighs more space. Then, he sets the tone, pushing you a force that has your clit knocking into his nose, lace fabric dragged along to make you putty in his hands.
"There you go," Jake grins against you, a hopleess moan escaping you as he gives you a few more helpful nudges, your voice crying out at more pleasure. "Didn't you say you loved my nose? Put it to good use then."
You could cry, you're willing yourself not to, teeth so far into your bottom lip the marks may never leave. You're melting like ice-cream on the hot plain of Jake's skin, your hips sheepish but gaining momentum, humping yourself against his face as he smothers himself between your thighs.
Breaths cycle through you, deep and slow then short and fast, voice edged to the end of the Earth where you feel yourself inching dangerously close to, the sole mission of getting yourself off diminshing any decorum you so stupidly clung to. Hips moving back and forth, the structure of estasy so expansive in you, your body feels like it'll collapse with it.
In the haze of your motions, you chance a look down at Jake, finding his eyes rolling back with the look of eroticism mapped all over his flushed face, eyebrows knitting together as he laps up all the slick you can't seem to stop. The image, forever imprinted in your mind, brings you impossibly close, croaking a tortored whine high up to the sky, hips moving with enough force to make the bed creak while you chase your release.
"You're close," he pants, sparing himself a breath before tasting you on his tongue. "That's it, baby. Let go for me. Let go for Jake."
A scream unknown to you unleashes, ripped right out your chest and vibrating off the walls soaked in your moans, your body collasping in a series of long, stationary shivers. All your weight is now on Jake as your mouth dries, forehead banged against the headboard. You're too lightheaded to feel its impact, body overtaken by the sensations raving your body from the depths of its core, shaken with no way out but through.
An unknown amount of time passes, the furtherest thing from what's meant to be your mind, rattled beyond rational thought. The only thing grounding you is the the eventual slow of your breath, decelerating to normalcy as you start to feel human again. Jake is…still persistent, gradual this time but making sure he has every drop of you, your taste embedded to his tongue before you summon enough energy to lift your leg over him, body falling limp into a fetal position before you tip over onto your back.
"Was it good, sweet girl?" Despite your muffled hearing, you can hear the smugness drenched in his tone, a secondary observation of the bed shifting under his moving weight. "Got what you were hoping for?"
To completely rewrite the concept of a good orgasm was not what you were hoping for, but Jake knows that win belongs to him, chuckling to himself in a dark hum licking want up your spine. You think your body is yet to recover, but signs point out an otherwise.
Breathing is what you dedicate your attentin to, body horribly feverish as your brain attempt to grapple with the overcast of your thoughts, fog dense from that. Somewhere in your daze, your body moves free of your own doing, handled with great care as Jake displays you for his viewing pleasure, an abrupt hold in your plea for oxygen as something hot slides against your cunt.
A feathered hiss shoots through bared teeth, haze blinked back through thick lashes as your view centers back to Jake. His briefs are pulled down enough for him to free his cock, tip large and flushed as it beads precome against your underwear. Yours and his clothing isn't even all the way off, the crop of his t-shirt revealing the definition of his v-line, pelvis marked by veins and a trimmed trail to what he grinds against you, underwear slick-stuck to you as he lets out a starved grunt.
"Fuck," he falls forward, arms bracketing your body as his eyes flicker down to where you meet, filthy and desperate. "This what you wanted? Me so gone for you, I'll take you anyway I can?"
"Jake," you moan, shiver wracked up your spine as his tip nudges against your clit, brief friction scrambling words in your brain. "Off. Take them off."
"What's the point when I can get you needy like this?" his chuckle comes out breathy, eyes finding yours. "You're so wrecked. I haven't even put it in yet."
"Put it in then," you strain, frustation bucking your body, a notch to the clit bowing your body off the mattress. "Please,"
"Feels good, hm baby?" His smirk is full of triumph, not an ounce of sympathy for the poor body beneath him, clawing at any inch of him. "You could come from this, I could too. Paint your pretty thong before I fill you up,"
Your walls cave in, clenching around nothing but slick as it pushes back onto Jake's cock that has a better glide, a keen at the height of your throat while arms overlap your eyes, condemned to darkness.
"Did you just get wetter?" incredulous are how his words come, a harder grind into you coming with the echo of your entrance, undeniably lined in slick. "Pretty, if you wanted me to come in you, all you had to do is ask."
Timidty flames your cheeks, claws of desires scraping at your chest to be released. "I─fuck, I want─"
"Say the word and they're off." are his last words, the decision yours to make.
One that doesn't take much contemplation.
"Please," the request comes, sounding just as desperate as your ears hate to hear. "Take them off. Come in me…please."
"I'll do right by you, pretty," he reminds you, fingers already hooked underneath their band. "Won't have to worry your head about anything. Just lay back and look pretty like you always do,"
"And when I'm done with you, you'll have everything you ever wanted."
He pushes in. Anticipated to a point where your entrance closes in on his tip immediately, a whine let out to push back against the rush at bay before you open up for him again, the glide smooth and uninterrupted as he buries himself to the hilt. Full doesn't begin to scratch the surface of how you feel, lungs pushed up to your struggling throat as your nails sink into the duvet, scratching into fabric as his tip rests against the spongy spot that has you squirming, body shying away from the sensery overload only for a smack to bounce off the cabin walls.
Your body jolts with it, a dull tingle searing through your clit marked by the palm of his hand, a croak coming out your throat, dying with a whine that shows you for what you are.
"You liked it," he has to say, more surprised than smug. "You clenched around me─fuck, you're so tight."
His teeth bury into his bottom lip, in no way deterred as his hand stables itself on your knee, spreading your legs wider.
"Look at how much I'm learning about you," his voice carries air backed by a condescending nature, his ego only affirmed as you moan to his building thrusts. "At the end of this, I might know your body better than you do,"
You keen again, sinking deeper into the molasses of pleasure he engulfs you, practiced precision of what you like most as he dedicates every thrust to that one spot, eyebrows scrunched to the building pit of your stomach.
"Just tell me what you like, pretty," he sings like a siren in your ear, hand cupped over your cheek to graze a thumb over a stray tear, licking his thumbpad clean before his hand falls back to your knee. "And I'll make it worth your while."
"Fuck me," comes out rough in your pressed voice, hand directing his to your clit. "Harder."
Seemingly impressed, he only grins with a dipped head, his last words being, "Yes, Ma'am."
It's all moans and wet squelches from then onwards, gratitude set aside for no nearby neighbours as Jake puts you through the mattress, hitting the deepest parts of you that have you singing his praisies, the only competiting sounds being the ongoing flood of slick where you meet and the creaks of the bed. The auditory input spins your head around, whines endless out of your mouth as harsh smacks of skin drum against your ears, the bundle of pleasure in your belly constantly hit with the wrath of Jake's pistons. He's taken it upon himself to comb over everything you've loved in bed, sparing every heightened sob and moan special attention as he deals you his hand, rubbing lazy circles on your clit before the smacks come. They build in intensity, low-level hip-buckles extending to full-body convulsions, letting the tears flow as the pain marries so sweet with the low-pain.
"Seems like my pillow princess likes a bit of pain," he observes, devastatingly handsome when he's cocky. He pushes hair out his face as his fingers run over the dulled simmer of your clit, your lips in a pout. "Does its' job considering how much you're clenching around me,"
"What? Can't speak?" he questions, purposely leaning in to get himself deeper, a shift amounting to the wobbly sobs you hum. "Fucked too good? Want me deeper, sweetheart?"
You're mindllessly nodding, moisture grouping your lashes together as you can only accept the fate of going after your orgasm, using all means to bring it into reality.
"You're cute when you can't speak," he muses, hiking your legs onto his shoulder one after the other. "Gotta keep your mouth filled, know how much you love that."
His degradation does something to your brain chemistry, his cock inching into places you have no words for, slick splashing back onto his cock as he pistons further, lodging himself further into you as he leans forward with his weight. Now reaching parts of you untouched, you're at a loss for your mind and what to do, arms enveloping the muscles of his back as your nails drag against the expanse.
"Might have a thing for pain too," he chuckles, biting down on his lip, a wild look in his red-rimmed eyes as his world boils to only you. "Love when you mark my back, love. Lets me know how good I've got you,"
Thighs braced against you, he hits deeper than you can keep up with, mouth ajar as it serves as a vessel for missed breaths. Your tongue runs dry, lips smacked in a half-hearted attempt but it doesn't land right. You need more. You know you need more but the mere thought scrunches your face, esctasy blooming behind closed eyes.
"What you need, bunny?" Jake's voice is jaw-droppingly sweet, a kiss pressed above the corner of your lip. "My mouth?"
"Spit," it comes out with a whimper, eyes squinting as you will your wish into existence. "In my mouth. Now."
His thrusts only misses a beat, a shaky breath echoing after your words before he plunges deeper, taking your voice with you.
"You're dirty, you know that?" he muses, brows knitted like it kills him to experience such gratification. "My come isn't enough for you? Want every bit of me, huh?"
Your brain is elsewhere, a distant theory for whatever's melted between your ears, a nod coming from within you. "Want it, want it bad, Jake."
"Where's your manners, sweetheart?" he coos, laughing when you're flailing against him, thrashing around like the spoiled princess you are. "You're usually so polite for me. What happened?"
"Jake," your hand finds his jaw, finding the strength to wire him to you. "Spit. Now,"
"No." he laughs. "I'm not doing it until you beg."
An attempt is made to pry his jaw open, but to no avail, his playful headshakes meant to haunt you long after this is over.
Whenever that is.
"Jake, I need it─I," shame floods your being, not stopping the request. "Please. Just once, I only need it once, pretty please?"
His hips topple over their rhythm, stuttered against the flesh of your thighs as restraint crumples his face, a pleading breath sent to the ceiling before he locks eyes with you again.
"Do you know how pretty you sound begging for me? Shit," he curses, swatting your hand away to mirror the same gesture on yours, jaw dropped with your tongue laid out. "Here you go, since your filth comes with manners,"
The spit lands square on your tongue, a mewl so dirty from you there's no coming back, your walls closing around Jake's cock like a vice as you taste him ─ spearmint with a hint of that energy drink ─ and swallow, humming all the way down.
"Holy shit," his voice tremours with wonder, swiping the hair out your face so you have a good look at him when he says, "Get on your knees. Right now."
The euphoric mist clouding over from his spit still remains, crumpling your expression with confusion, quickly switching to surprise as Jake hauls himself off you. He pulls you along for the ride as he manhandles you into position, your body now facing the french doors of your bedroom, the wilderness all your hazy eyes see. Horror creeps up on you, your bodies in plain view in the bedroom lowlights, watching your mouth fall ajar as Jake pushes in from behind, your toes curling as he fills you.
He thrusts like he never stopped, the fast tempo making skin slaps ring in your ears, your arms moving in a slow buckle as you struggle to hold yourself upright.
It takes a miracle to movenur your arm behind you, tapping Jake's arm. "Jake,"
Your head motions to the french doors, which leave nothing to the imagination ─ your lewd actions on full display for anyone's viewing pleasure.
"The curtains," aren't drawn, you want to say, but can't choking on a moan when Jake hits deepest in you. "P-people will see,"
"They've been open this whole time. Let them," he gruffs, firming his grip on your hips. "Don't want them to know how dirty you are? How good you are at taking at cock?"
In the reflection, you lay witness to him lower down to your back, thrusting into you with no end in sight as he whispers in your ear. "It's too late, baby. We both know your dirty secret. Just be good and take it."
Your arms give in, hopeless against constructs you're trying to hold yourself to when Jake's given nothing but freedom to be you. In all the ways you've shyed away from, collasping under the brute force of everything coming at you ─ the shame, the pleasure, the hopeleness, the satisfaction ─ it all hits you at once, releasing the cry deeply buried of his name as you come.
All the cells in your body simultaneously shatter and become whole again, drifting into another realm you don't bother acknowledging, centered on the full-blown euphoria blown past your eyes, raving you whole. You cry into your arms, voice having no limits with your nonsensical babble while you try coming down from your orgasm, Jake having enough sympathy to fuck you slow until you're back together again, hunched over in a near hysterical state.
Since when were things like this? Since when did the man who brought you bliss bring you this close to deconstruction?
It'd have to be an afterthought as Jake's palm soothes down your bent spine, heel pressing in to exaggerate your arch before he kneads the flesh of your ass, getting off on the constant whines at the mere hover of his fingers.
"You with me, baby?" tongue in cheek, he questions, still sliding in and out of it, slick dribbling down to the duvet cover. "You did so good coming for me. Ready for another?"
Your head snaps to his, mildly offended. "Another one?"
He giggles, sporting a boyish grin. "Insatible, right?" your eyes roll on on their own, head burying into your arms. "I'm just owning up to it now,"
"Besides," he starts, his hips jumpstarting to as he makes deliberate knocks into you, deep and forceful, moving you up on the bed. "Weren't you the one begging to be filled?"
"Let me grant your wish, baby," he coos, addiction laced in his voice, his hand smoothing over the curve of your ass and hip. "Let me fill you."
You agree, because there's no end to your need too.
He gets back to it. Thrusting without abandonment, fingertips indenting into your hips as he fucks the cries out of you, expression so bliss-blown in the reflection, the building pressure in your stomach starting again.
You've got enough energy in you to prop yourself up again, helped by Jake who moments before, held your hands behind your back to pound into you. The stretch pulls your searing cheeks as your teeth bare, plucked apart by your low-hanging jaw. He coos, with all the condescending nature he's masked, making his way into your ear.
"Pity I can't fill your mouth like this," he muses, his hand over the column of your throat, applying pressure that translates to the squeeze of your walls. "I'm only one man ─ I can't keep all your holes occupied,"
You groan against his hand, high keens your trademark as he plows into you without interruption. Then, you witness brillance spark across his face, the hand he had on your hip vacating to pull you closer, his tip blunting against your sweet spot to the release of your sobs. In the time you arch for a loud-mouthed cry, it's abruptly cut-off by lace material filling your mouth.
Disbelief floods you, your reflection evident as what projects to you is something you couldn't bring yourself to wrap your head around.
Your excuse of a thong stuffed square in your mouth, all the while Jake pounds into you, the picture of amusement.
"There you go," he smiles like he's struck gold, giving the courtesy of departing from your throat to have two hands on your hips. "All full now."
Disgrace tries to involve itself in the humid air starting to fog against the doors, no room to go when you're moaning into the material, the taste of him and you on your tongue, twisting your insides in the shape of a tangled web. How you don't buckle escapes you, so fixated on watching Jake behind you, enamoured by the deep bow of your spine that your eyes simply cannot pry.
Incessant attention eventually pulls him away from his view, making eye-contact with a commitment for not breaking it. His hands anchor down your hips as he drills further into you, pounding with a force engulfing all your sobs and moans into your thong, expression permnanently creased.
"Have no idea how beautiful you look, baby," he groans, met with a whimper. "God, I'm gonna fucking come if you keep─"
You clench around, feeling that familar pressure tick to single digits, holding onto the duvet cover for dear life while you can do is brace for impact.
"I'm close too, pretty," Jake sympathisizes, face expression pulled, eyes never leaving yours. "You gonna come like a good girl? Gonna watch us come?"
The response is caught in your cotton-mouth, eyes forced shut as your body takes over, deliriously nodding along as you fall back onto folded arms, willing your orgasm to swallow you whole.
"Come on, princess. Eyes on us."
Motivated by nothing but his voice, your head manages the lift to a vision permanely burned into your corneas. Jake pistioning into you, curls messy and untamaed, glowing in soft bedroom light bouncing off the deep arch of your back, senses pushed into overload as the image sends you off the edge.
White streaks across your vision, a lapse in everything known to you as you cry out, loud and long, claws sunk into the duvet for salvation. The dam breaks, the yell for mercy wreched out your throat ending with pressed gasps, mouth run dry as you coat Jake's cock, force splashing back against his abdomen and your thighs, shivering as his voice breaks through the echo chamber.
"Oh baby, you're made for me," he drawls, on his last legs as his thrusts turn erratic, high on you and your release. "So perfect, I'm gonna give you what you want. I'm gonna─hmph!"
In one last meet, you hinge desperately onto the edge of the bed, hoarse voice on its last legs as you twine into your limbs, feeling the rush of Jake fill you with an inch of your life. Your walls flutter to keep him there as his hips glue to you, figure toppling overs yours as his arms bracket your quivering torso, vision black with eyes closed to focus back on your breath, ragged and spent.
Sweat and sex lingers in the air, a sense you only access when you've gathered a small percentage of working brain cells, blinking back to reality. Your whimper bleeds into the thong as Jake gradually starts to pull out, cunt closing behind him as he leaves, a slow dribble trailed out your entrance, down to the duvet and along your cunt.
After a few moments, your body manages to lift its head, your stuffed mouth and stray hair all you see. Salvaging the last of your dignity, you pull the thong out, drenched in saliva tossed aside to smooth your hair back, slumping back in a dramatic flop.
Chuckles sound behind you, casting your eyes sideways.
"Come sit, baby," he purrs, a tender smack bruised against your ass. You buck, groaning as your body starts to prop itself up, come trailing steadfast to your entrance. "On my lap."
Your hand hovers it, a illogical attempt to keep him there.
"It's gonna leak." you croak.
"Better keep you plugged then," you turn your head, your boyfriend leaned back with his palms against the bed, expression offering you some sympathy. "Come here."
An exhale prompts your steady pace as you inch your way to Jake, shaking your head with an open smile as his half-hard cock glares in between his crossed legs. His lax posture gravitates to you, hands secured around your waist as assistance while you throw your thigh over his, one hand on his shoulder while the other splays over his length, molten stirring in you at his groan. Hovering over his tip beading precome, the come between your legs starts to halo around him, eyes locked where you feed his cock into yourself.
"Nice and easy, that's it baby," he praises, watching with dark eyes. "There you go."
A wistful sigh breezes past your lips as he fills you again, legs circling his back when he's all in, the stretch knocking on overstimulation's door. It's dampened by your endless need to consume him, obssessed with the fullness of him as you dissolve into a sack of hungry bones, chin hooked over his shoulder, holding him close.
"You're crazy." you murmur.
His chesty chuckle vibrates into you, airy. "Only about you,"
Hands on your back, one moves to soothe across the expanse of your spine, a chaste kiss pressed into your shoulder. "You good? Comfy?"
You try find the words, your nails scraping into his skin. "Feels─hmph,"
"Good?" he supplies, an edge of teasing to his tone. "Feel full?"
"Yeah," you agree anyways, accepting your fate with the burial of your mouth into your arms, ease blown through your nose.
"It's okay, sweetheart. You can grind on me," the comment draws your attention, perking at the slow grind your hips have unknowingly started. "Just want you close. C'mere."
He captures you in a slow, passionate kiss, savoured by the slow motions of your lips gliding without hurry, simply enjoying the press of each other. Skin to skin, your arms looped around his shoulders with his hands braced against your ribcage as you grind. The friction to your clit pours moans into his mouth, his grip going tighter as he kneads into your skin, drunk off every inch of you as you lose yourself in his embrace, rocking to the sounds of you together.
You stay like this for what bleeds into forever, intimacy and friction simmering from a spark to a raging fire, the pit in your stomach accompained by the helpless pry of your lips, his teeth pulling your bottom lip to make you shudder.
Your hips build in a volatile nature, grinding with a hitch amplifying the mess between your legs of legs. The fill and presence of Jake radiates esctacy right down to your fingertips, harsh tugs of his hair rewarded with drawn out moans, his lips glossed as his lips follow yours with endless need.
The burn in your thighs starts to dial back your pace, wounded whimper bypassing your lips. It's solved by an assured circle around your back, Jake's other hand wedging between your plastered bodies to find your clit, circling it in motions bringing you closer.
"M' gonna come," he whimpers, lips brushing against yours. "Gonna come, baby?"
You yelp against him, the feeling too much.
"Squeeze good around me and I'll give you another load," he coaxes, ruining you to microscopic pieces. "Come on, sweet girl. Make me proud."
Instead of an earth-shattering crash, comes a flood of relief. Bacing your hands woven into Jake's locks, you expel a pitched keen in your throat, blending into a deep exhale, body slumping with your come down. Still, your body demands to be closer. Closer to him until space ceases to exist, pressing yourself so firmly into Jake's that when your embrace threatens to tip you over, you're secured. Anchored in Jake's arms as he kisses you one last time, tasting the moan of your name on his tongue as he comes, spilling over with excess dipping down onto the soaked duvet, the material tomorrow's damage.
"You're a bit of an airhead when you're like this," Jake comments later when you blink back the lazy film coating your eyes, your face pulled back to his view. He's enamored with a dazzling smile, thumb running over the moles around your lips. "Have I fucked all the sense out your pretty head?"
"Want a break?" he muses, cooing when you nod into his palm cupping your cheek. "Okay, princess. I'll help you."
And he does, carrying your singing body back to the plush cloud of the mattress, muscles unwinding into its comfort. Your arm casts over your line of sight, a brief break from stimulation before you're restless enough to peek above the flesh, your boyfriend's sihoulette moving slowly, a lone pillow propped up beneath your feet.
Affection starts in your chest, flourishes in those silent moments where you co-exist in something so simple, your mind spared from all the games and noise coming with life. It prompts the outreach of your hand, the gentle call of his name bringing him to you at lightning speed, lips and bodies together again.
You don't know how long time ticks on, but you know you spend it with him, every inch of your skin kissed by his lips, filled by him over and over again. Your brain doesn't bother keeping up with how many times you pour over the edge, your only source of attention the man before you, giving himself to you, choosing you each and every time. In the mix, tears spill from your eyes and he kisses them away, easing the heft in your chest before that telltale feeling washes over you, drowning you in endless bliss.
Birds start to chirp when the dust settles, you starfished on the bed with a rising chest you force cycled-breaths through, exhaustion seeping deep into your bones, synched with the euphorica grin you only manage to pull with the last of your strength.
"Beautiful," you hear him say, distant on the edge of the bed. "You're so beautiful, love."
Then he comes into eyeline, crawling his way to you.
"You looked so fucking good coming all over my cock," he says, hair a mess ─ stuck to his forehead with a chest laboured enough to warrant rest. Yet, he continues, inching himself to straddle your chest with his half-hard cock nestling between your breasts, nudged to shake his body in a tremour. "Want you covered in my come. In you isn't enough."
He's a madman. You're a dating a madman because in what world is the end for him? Time is a mere concept to you, but you're sure you've been at this for hours. He's stretched you every way but loose, pumping an amount of come into you you're not sure birth control can intervene with, moaning his name over and over again.
And he's hard. Again?
That reader was so fucking right about him. So right it hurts.
"You don't have to do anything," he assures you, cock coated with yours and his come sticking to the valley of your breasts, the snug fit providing him the relief he needs. "Just let me use you."
You're exhausted. Had your fill and then some, so there should be no reason why you're like this, feeling the familar flames of arousal warm you. Nothing but greed is writing the code to your actions as you push your breasts together with your hands, fingers running over your nipples with a pained moan.
Some sick person you must be, so drunk on lust you're ruled by it, letting gluttony get the best of you as Jake collapses in praises of your name and yesyesyes', cock gliding back and forth, unhurried in a slow tempo where he can savour the feel of your flesh. Eyes weigh heavy but your selfishness keeps them open, watching Jake above you. Like this, the man who pulled everything out of you is drastically different, ruined beyond measure that he can't keep himself together. He's a mess in the best possible way, quivering body bathed in soft orange, wearing sweat on his skin with his brows scrunched. His jaw hangs, gasping for air as the sweetest whines pour out of him, so sensitive but still chasing release, a version of himself you wrestle yourself over.
It doesn't take him long to come, spent in a way he can't make his hips to buck any faster, hands gripping the duvet covers eitherside of you with the last of his strength, moved to tears as his glossy eyes find yours. So wrecked.
"Let me hear it one more time," he pleads, every bit of desperate you've been. "Pleasepleaseplease, bunny. Fuck, just need to hear you one more time."
"Jake," your voice, the last curtain call. "Come for me."
And he does. Hitting a wall hard and fast, body beautifully wound before he falls apart, head falling back with a cry to the moon as drips of come scatter against your skin, all over your chest and under your chin too. His body falls forward, so fast you're scared he'll forget you're even beneath him, only for his strength to be supported by the headboard, muscles flexing with dark shadows as he whines himself back to equilibrium. Sympathy blankets over you, your hand reassuring against his shaking thigh as your thumb caressses him to tranquility, Jake finding his breath and sense of self again in the early hours of what's been a long night.
With his head hung, he unlatches them to a view of you, exhaustion in your smile but still looking at him with every bit of love your heart's been harbouring for him. The same fondness reflects back in him, a foolish giggle half coming out of him before he moves.
Clean-up in mind, you anticipate him making his way over to the bathroom as he always does, a warm rag used to clean debris but his methods stray. Only move him inches up your torso until he's afforded enough space, lowering himself so his tongue can trace around your come-covered nipples. You whine, watching silently as he makes slow work of clean up his mess, using the excuse of giving your boobs attention with slow swirls and teasing tugs, your chest eventually covered in his saliva instead.
The last of it smears against his two fingers, fingertips on your lips parted open to taste him, tongue gliding over every crevice to lick him clean.
Only then does he collapse onto you, a huff pushing out of you with the loopy chuckles you exchange.
"I need to tip that reader on our way back," you croak, voice hoarse.
Jake's head moves with your laughter, lifting to get you in his sights. "Hey, I put in all the work here!"
"I know, I know," you respond, smitten regardless as your fingers weave into his loose curls, calm hums vibrating into your skin. "You signed up for it when you met me though."
"I'm getting the sloppiest road-head on our way back," he mumbles, yawning. "Compensation for a job well done."
"Is that what you wanted? For me to pet you and tell you did good?" It's entirely rhetorical, your question, but the light blooming into Jake's features unearths an amused snicker, enthusiastic nods sent your way. "Okay, okay. You did good, you did well, Jake. My good boy,"
Again, the last part is said as a joke. But it's received as anything but when you feel something twitch amidst the joking scratches you do under his chin, his smile too blissful to be innocent.
"Jake!" you yell, not believing this man. This myth of a man you've somehow shacked up with. "I don't know if you need a time-out or an exorcism. That's enough! Use your fucking hand."
"Doesn't feel good as you though," he pouts, trying to shuffle his way up too, denied by your outstretched hands. "You know being called that gets an reaction out of me."
You shuffle up for comfort against the pillows, Jake's body following soon after. "I did not know that, actually."
Surprise raises his brows, lip corners downturned before he shrugs, beaming a closed mouth beam at you that's hard to not fawn over. "Well, now you know,"
"More information for next round," he winks, then promptly receives a pillow to the face.
Laughter bleeds into the early hours of morning, your break in the mountains providing every bit of satisfaction, a destiny incapable of change.
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For a man cheating on his wife, Nanami is real gentlemanly when he fucks you.
He always has been — ever since that first time he left his sleeping wife in bed to drive to your apartment and fuck you stupid on your couch, he did so with a certain respect to your body that not many men think twice about nowadays. Made you come twice before filling you up.
Maybe you expected him to be rough. That he'd let his guilt out on you with sharp thrusts and spanks and hateful sex against whatever surface is the coldest and most unforgiving. And sure, he has his heated moments after a long day or a marital spat at home, but for the most part, he's kind.
You'd call him a good man, if not for the obvious.
And you're no better, of course. You saw the ring, caught glimpses of his lock screen when he'd check his phone around you. A lovely photo from his wedding day, looking adoringly at a woman in white who was most definitely not you.
You wonder, if their honeymoon was anything like this, what possibly could have killed the spark.
You grasp at the petal-covered bedcover as Kento rolls his hips into yours, filling you with his weighty cock and accenting it with a kiss to your neck. He groans as you tighten around him, wetting his cock even more. You've long since stopped using condoms together — it feels better, and the risk makes you giddy.
"Can't believe you booked us a honeymoon suite," you gasp, scratching your nails against his scalp as he thrusts into you. He had told his wife that a sudden business trip would steal him away for a few nights in the city; it'd only be smart to book a hotel room and save on travel. "It's a little on the nose, don't you think?"
Another sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to your neck tells you more than words could; he just doesn't care. It took him months to get over the nauseating guilt he felt when he'd come and find his pleasure between your legs rather than his wife's, but he has since learnt to let desire take the wheel. And you have since learnt to leave your shame at the door.
That doesn't mean your mind doesn't wander. The stroking drag of Nanami's cock inside of you is narcotic, but a thought pesters you with each graze of his tip along your g-spot.
"Tell me you love me," you squeeze your eyes shut, holding your breath in embarrassment when his thrusts slow.
His voice is silken. Amused. "What was that?"
He's a tease, which you didn't expect from a man so put-together. He likes watching you burn up as he unravels you. So you meet his gaze and take in the pink dusting across his nose and cheeks, the mess of blond that brushes over his forehead — he's just as needy as you are.
"It doesn't have to be true," you flit your gaze to the tray on the bedside. On it is a champagne bucket, a 'congratulations on your marriage!' placard, and his wedding ring. "I just want to pretend. We're in a honeymoon suite after all, I want to..."
He catches your drift. There's this unspoken language between you that you think might only be born from doing such a heinous thing together. You're partners; whether that's in crime or romance is a moot point. You feel like an old married couple anyway. He knows you; knows why you're suddenly so shy, knows when and how you need to come, knows what you'll order from room service once he's done with you.
"You want to be my wife?" He searches your face. You feel his cock throb inside of you, twitching at the thought of having you in name as well as body. "Hm, Mrs. Nanami?"
Yes. God, yes. You feel naive and heart-eyed looking to be thoroughly owned by an unfaithful man like him, but your cunt is tight and pulsing around him — you couldn't lie to him about your needs even if you wanted to.
"You know," he starts, his voice rough as he pulls out of your just long enough to reach over and take his wedding ring from the bedside table. "I come home some nights and half expect to see you waiting for me in bed."
Kento grabs your left hand and slips his ring onto your finger. It's too big, and he has to close his hand around yours to keep it in place, which pushes the metal into your skin. You feel lightheaded with want.
"I wish it was me," you whisper, skin burning as he lines his cock up once again and pushes home. "That you come home to."
He moans, burying himself inside of you and his face in your neck. "It is. Come on, love, live in it. I love you."
"Fuck," you exhale, lungs on fire. He quickens his pace, fucking into you with a snapping of his hips. You can hear yourself squelching around him. "Love you too. You feel so good."
"Is that why you married me?" He snorts, teasing. He pulls back enough to press a kiss to your lips. "For the time spent between my sheets? I thought we had more going for us, honey."
You reach up with your free hand and stroke the side of his face, revelling in the feel of slight stubble beneath your palm. "I have to keep you interested somehow, hm?"
His eyes blaze with something untelling. Dipping down again, he licks at your lips. You part them, let his tongue venture in and explore your mouth, running over your teeth and drooling spit from his mouth to yours. It's messy and gross and he pulls away to leave a streak of saliva across your chin, but your stomach curls with a pending orgasm regardless.
"You," he smears his spit over your lips, "have nothing to worry about."
"No?" You buck your hips up from the plush mattress and wrap your thighs around his waist, locking them at his ass and using that embrace to pull him deeper. "You'd be okay with just me, for the rest of your long life?"
"Our long life," he corrects, flexing forward until he's so deep inside of you that there's no space left to give. "And yes. 'Til death do us part, my love. I want to sink into this beautiful body of yours until the very end."
You snort. He's poetic, for a businessman.
He fucks you long and slow and deep with thrusts that are more intimate than pleasure-seeking. It doesn't feel like a torrid affair, and you don't feel sick for sleeping with a married man. Because, even if it's just for your time spent beneath him, he's yours.
And maybe he's parroting the same words he told his real wife back to you. He could be a rakehell, depositing his cum inside of you with no care for the heart he holds in his hands.
But at the end of his long days, it's you he sneaks away to see. It's your body in which he finds his comfort. Your tits that he sucks on. Your mouth that he feeds his cock into. Your cunt that he fills again and again with an unspoken hope that maybe something will stick, and he'll have an excuse to come clean and start anew with you.
step brother!lee heeseung x reader [afab] x brother's best friend!yang jungwon
[read the first part here]
genre: smut
concept: after a whirlwind summer of lust, going back to university has you sure you have everything under control. that is until a little slip of your tongue lands you in a pool of hot water. the question is, how are you going to get out of it with both relationships intact?
w/c: 14k
warning: family conversations, uni au, fake (?) dating, partying, drinking, recreational drug mention, stepcest, surprise ending; sexually explicit content, big dick!heeseung & jungwon, multiple positons, multiple partners, double penetration, oral [m. & f. receiving], *road head, sexualization of familial titles [baby sister, oppa, big brother, etc.], bdsm dynamics, sexual punishment, spanking, pain kink, rough sex, degradation, **unprotected sex, creampie
“Hey.” You turn away from your girlfriends to see Heeseung at your back, his hand on the back of your chair. It takes everything in you not to lean up and kiss him in front of everyone. His earring keeps glinting under the fluorescent cafe lights as it sways and he’s staring down at you so intently. You swallow, tilting your head up at him. His eyes dart to your lips and you bite your lip, noticing while hoping no one else did. “Eomma just texted me that she and dad are going to be at work late tonight. Real late, like pouring themselves into bed around dawn late.” You roll your eyes and Heeseung smiles. “So, usual dinner?”
“Yeah, sure,” you reply and Heeseung tilts his head slightly, smile turning sharp around the edges.
Usual dinner. It’s just a code the three of you came up with about late nights where the house is all yours. Your parents are still working late nights, they haven’t changed even a little over the course of the summer, which means that you have full nights where it’s just the two of you. Well, just the three of you, really.
“Cool. See you tonight, baby sister.” You reach over, slapping him on the shoulder, making him laugh. He pushes off from your chair, walking away from the table. You watch him go, realizing that he’s far from alone. Jay, Sunghoon and Jungwon are with him and when they walk away Jay and Sunghoon both offer you a word. You wave while Jungwon rests a hand on your shoulder briefly. You watch him walk away, Jungwon glancing back at you before falling into step with Sunghoon as they all leave.
“Baby sister?” Kazuha says and you look over at your friends. She and Yunjin are looking at you in confusion. “You’re three years younger than him and he’s barely your brother. What’s that about?”
“Ah, it’s just a nickname,” you tell them, tucking your hair behind your ear, shaking your head to yourself. “I told him to knock it off but… I dunno, he just does it. He thinks it’s cute or whatever. I mean, I call him oppa,” you reason out and Yunjin shakes her head at you.
“Oppa is so different. I mean, girls call their boyfriends oppa.” You bite your tongue inside your mouth. “Anyway, the real question is, how the hell do you focus in your own fucking house?” Yunjin asks and you roll your eyes while she and Kazuha both look out the cafe windows. You hesitantly glance as well, seeing the group of guys outside the window. Jake and Sunoo have joined them now, making a loose circle with Heeseung and Jungwon standing together, Heeseung’s arm draped over Jungwon’s shoulders. “No offense, but it’s a tragedy that you’re Heeseung’s sister now. If I lived in the same house as him—” She cuts herself off, looking at you pointedly.
“Shut up,” you giggle.
“No, unnie’s right,” Kazuha insists. “It’s too bad. You know,” she leans forward onto the table, “now that I’m thinking about it, I totally understand why you wanted out of that house. I mean, Heeseung is a lot to look at but Jungwon was staying with you?” You nod, willing your expression to remain blank. “He’s cute too and you don’t have to feel bad about that kind of eye candy.”
“Zuha!” You say, reaching over to shove her shoulder.
“No, no, she’s right,” Yunjin tells you, resting a hand on your arm. “I mean, Heeseung’s totally off limits but Jungwon? Girl, you should’ve worked that angle. You should’ve walked around in a towel and no fucking panties when your ‘big brother’ wasn’t around,” she says, mocking the title of ‘big brother.’ If only they knew.
“You guys are being so inappropriate right now,” you say as if that isn’t half of what you were doing while your parents were on their honeymoon. “Jungwon’s one of his best friends.”
“So?” Kazuha points out. “Honestly, even if you weren’t Heeseung’s sister, he would be a better option anyway.”
“What do you mean?”
Kazuha and Yunjin share a look. It sets you on edge that they seem to know something you don’t. It’s strange because everyone on campus seems to know everything there is to know about Heeseung, Jungwon and their friend group. They’re a popular group of guys, after all. Handsome, fit, smart, athletic, they have everything going for them, of course they have a following, girls and guys that act like groupies. Sometimes university isn’t that much more different than high school and there’s a certain weight given to social currency, of which you have little. Not that it matters much to you.
“Surely you know that Heeseung goes to parties,” Yunjin says and you nod. So many times when he first moved in Heeseung would sneak in and out of the house, the stairs creaking and his bedroom door opening and closing at the wee hours of the morning on the weekends. “Well, it’s been said that he has a habit of going out and hooking up with girls. You know, cheerleaders, dance team members and such.” She lifts a brow and looks at Kazuha. Kazuha glances and then does a double take, jerking back in surprise.
“Not me!” She says, putting a hand on her chest. “I’d never!” Kazuha insists, then looks at you. “But I can’t say… other girls on the team haven’t.” You lift a brow, expectant. “I don’t know!” She tells you, lifting her hands in surrender. “I don’t ask about the other girls’ sex lives.”
“Just saying,” Yunjin chirps. “He’s been known to, uh… get around, so to speak.”
“Okay, but how true is that?” You ask. “And even if it is, that was last year. It’s a new school year and I haven’t heard him sneaking in or out at all since the school year started.” Not that he has to, your brain supplies unhelpfully. If he is in the habit of sleeping around, with you right next door he doesn’t have to anymore. It makes your stomach turn, the idea of being ‘easy pickings’ for your new found step brother. Is that all you really are?
“I dunno,” Yunjin admits. “It’s just been said, that’s all.”
They don’t pick the topic of your step brother or his friends back up but it does sit around in your brain for the rest of the day. You have a hard time even focusing in your classes, tapping your pen against the pages of your notebook, zoning out and staring into space. Your mind trails back to the summer, hours spent fooling around with the two of them.
Your fingers are forced to grip the edge of the sink as Heeseung presses a hand down in the middle of your back, between your shoulders, bending you over the countertop. His other hand is gripping your hip, forcing your hips back against his as he thrusts his hips forward, burying himself inside of you. Your eyes are rolling back, your shorts around your knees while his sweats are pooled around his ankles.
“That’s it, baby. Take that fucking cock. Take it so well, don’t you?” He teases you, biting his lower lip as he pounds inside of you, your whole body shaking with the strength of his thrusts. The counter is the only thing keeping you upright against his brutal thrusts, the intensity with which he’s taking you.
“Such a good girl,” Jungwon mutters into the valley of your chest as you rock on his cock, your knees pressing into the couch cushions, your legs spread on his lap. His hands are digging into your thighs as he kisses your chest, your arms wrapped around his neck, cradling his head to your skin. His sweats are stretched around his thighs while your clothes have been discarded on the floor, leaving you naked while he’s still mostly dressed.
“C’mon, c’mon,” you whine, picking up the pace. His mouth drifts across your chest, wrapping his lips around your nipple. “Jungwon!” You yelp when he bites down, tugging softly. When you look down he looks up at you, eyes dark. He leans forward again, sucking at your tit as his eyes close, his other hand coming up to play with your other nipple, twisting and pulling at it. “Oh, god,” you groan, tipping your head back as you start to bounce desperately on him.
Your arms are shaking, trying to keep yourself above Jungwon as he splits you open on his cock, sweat beading along your hairline, in the creases of your joints as Heeseung slowly starts to push into your ass. Your eyes roll back as Jungwon smirks up at you, legs parted around your hips while Heeseung braces himself with a hand on your shoulder, the other on your hip. You feel so full, both of them pushing so deep inside of you, the pressure too much on both sides of your walls. You’re practically trembling between them, trying to stave off the orgasm that’s building inside of you.
“Close,” you whimper out.
“Oh, baby, we just started,” Jungwon tells you, kissing your collarbone.
“It’s gonna be a long night for you if you’re gonna come for us already,” Heeseung warns you, pushing in to the hilt. You flinch, shaking through the pleasure pulsing through you. It’s all so much, the heat wrapping you as they both lean into your space, so close, so deep inside of you. Both of them experimentally thrust into you and you nearly collapse on top of Jungwon, Heeseung’s hands the only things keeping up hovering above him.
“Miss. Y/L/N,” your professor calls out and you blink out of your stupor, trying to swallow down the desire in your throat, ignoring the wetness dampening your panties. “No opinion?” Your professor asks.
“I’m sorry?” You reply.
“You usually have an opinion on this topic. Not today?” They ask and you shake your head.
“No, not today.”
You take the bus back to the house after your classes that evening and lean your head against the window. The bumping of the bus keeps you alert but still your brain drifts away from you. It seems to be constantly doing that lately. It’s like all you can think about lately is them.
“Don’t take your eyes off the road,” you warn Heeseung, unbuckling your seatbelt. Heeseung glances at you from the corner of his eye, driving down the highway towards Sokcho, towards the guest house. You, however, lean over the center console, hands creeping over his thighs.
“What’re you doing?” he asks, but doesn’t look away from the road. His fingers flex on the steering wheel as you palm his cock, leaning down over his lap. “Baby sis- oh!” His eyes widen, hips jumping in surprise as you pull open his shorts, pulling his cock out. “Oh my God, I’m driving,” he says, breath turning heavy as he white knuckles the steering wheel.
“Never heard of road head?” You comment. “Don’t crash,” you tease him and then wrap your lips around the tip. Heeseung bites back a groan, trying to keep his foot steady on the gas pedal as you slowly take more and more of him into your mouth. You swallow around him, hands on his thighs to steady yourself as you start to bob your head in the narrow space between his lap and the steering wheel. Heeseung takes a hand off the wheel to rest it on the back of your head, trying to force you further down. You gag but do as he directs, breathing through your nose to open up your throat, taking as much of him as you can.
“That’s it,” he groans, fingers fisting in your hair. “Take all that cock. So eager for my cock, you’ll suck my dick in the car. What a filthy fucking cockslut.” You moan and he shivers. “Ah, fuck,” Heeseung moans. Your fingers dig into his thighs, slurping wetly around his cock, the salty flavor of precum coating your tongue as he gets harder, swelling and pulsing against the roof of your mouth.
You don’t know how long you’ve been sucking him, for how long he’s been driving, when he curses and the car turns abruptly. You pull back, looking out the windshield to see him pull off on the shoulder. You smirk to yourself, leaning back to let Heeseung put the car in park. He turns to you then.
“Well,” he says. “Finish what you started,” he tells you, cock throbbing between his thighs under the steering wheel. You lean over the console and take him into your mouth again, this time Heeseung putting his hands on the back of your neck and your head, forcing you further down. You choke wetly before getting used to it and taking as much of him inside as you can, the head pressing insistently against the back of our throat. “Fuck yeah,” he groans, pushing his hips up into your mouth. You press your hands down on his thighs, digging your fingers in as you swallow around him, running your tongue up and down the shaft. When he lets up you pull back to suck on just the head, moaning as his cock leaks all over your tongue. You pull back and replace your mouth with your hand, leaning towards your step brother with a smirk. “Little sister’s such a desperate little whore, isn’t she?” He asks, cupping your cheek in hand. “Can’t go a day without my cock in one of your pretty little holes.”
“You just taste so good, oppa,” you tell him. Heeseung kisses you, hissing into your mouth when you squeeze on an upstroke, circling your thumb over the head. You fuck your tongue into his mouth, Heeseung opening his mouth further to let you as you stroke him fast and hard. He groans into your mouth, fucking his hips up into the tight circle of your fingers.
“Close,” Heeseung grunts into your lips and you part from his lips, leaning back down to take him in your mouth. He drops his hand to the back of your neck again, squeezing a little bit as you bring him to the edge. “Fuck. I’m gonna come. Swallow it, baby. Swallow me down.” You lower down even further, hollowing your cheeks to suck hard. “Oh, shit.” He throbs on your tongue, hips jerking as he comes. Warm spurts of cum fill your mouth, forcing you to pull back, swallowing around him. You stroke your hand over the rest of him, squeezing up the shaft to get every last drop out of him. When you pull back you look at him, sticking your tongue out.
Heeseung takes you by the chin, tipping your head to see. Not a drop of cum remains on your tongue. He leans forward, tongue meeting yours first. You giggle, beckoning his tongue into your mouth, kissing him wet and filthy. He unbuckles his seatbelt and pushes you back into your seat, leaning over the console. He backs you up against the door, hands dropping down to your wrap, the only covering on top of your bathing suit bottoms. He hastily unties it and pushes your legs apart, pulling the crotch of your bikini bottoms aside.
“Ruining your swimsuit already?” He teases into your mouth. “Naughty.” He gets down on his elbows on the seat, pressing one leg to your chest while the other hangs over the seat into the footwell to give him room. You tilt your hips up, holding your knee with one hand while the other lands in his hair. It knocks his sunglasses off of his head as he lowers down to your cunt. He looks up at you as he buries his face into your pussy, immediately licking and sucking at your cunt. Your head tips back against the window, the glass starting to fog. You hold his head against your cunt, his mouth making quick work of you.
One of his hands comes up, two fingers pushing inside of you. You moan, eyes closed as he starts to finger you, the sound of your wet cunt loud in the cabin of his car. Aptly, Chase Atlantic starts to pour from your playlist as he sucks at your clit, curling his fingers inside of you. Your panting and moans syncs up to the song as you writhe against his face, fingers tight in his hair, pulling softly. Heeseung groans into your cunt, scraping his teeth against your clit, sending fresh waves of pleasure-pain through you.
“Close,” you gasp out. “So fucking close.” Eagerly, he fucks his fingers harder into you, dripping spit over your clit messily from his tongue, only to suck at you wetly, making a complete mess. You can feel your slick and his spit dripping down your cunt towards your ass the longer it goes on. He shoves his fingers in as deep as he can, relentlessly pressing his fingertips into your g spot when he curls his fingers up, playing you like an instrument.
“Hee—” You cut yourself off with a gasp as you come. Heeseung fucks his fingers in and out of you, forcing more and more cum out of you, coating his digits in your milky release. He sucks at your cunt, lapping at you, drinking you down. When he pulls back you finally let go of your knee, fingers slipping from his hair. He brings the fingers just inside of you up to his mouth, sucking your release off of them.
“I taste good? No, baby,” Heeseung says, licking his fingers clean. “You taste good.”
You yelp as Jungwon lands another spanking on your ass. You’re bent over his knees, your bathing suit bottoms pulled to the side to reveal the entirety of your ass cheeks to him. Your ass stings, turning red underneath his palm. He slaps your other cheek, making you whine into the couch cushion, your swimsuit bottoms getting even wetter with every slap to your burning, bruised ass.
“Have you learned your lesson?” Jungwon asks and you nod against the couch cushions. “And what have you learned?”
“Not to be so greedy,” you say, lifting your head from the cushions. He spanks you again, making you whine. “That I was naughty.” Smack! “That only filthy sluts suck cock in the car.” Smack! “That I’m a filthy cockslut and I deserve this.”
“And how many was that?”
“Twenty,” you gasp out.
“That’s a good girl. See, you can be good. You just choose not to,” Jungwon tells you. “You choose to be a filthy slut who can’t control herself. A nasty little brat.” He fists your hair in a hand, pulling your head back, arching your back where you’re bent over his knee. “Now you’re going to make it up to me.”
“Yes, Wonnie,” you agree, breathless. He shoves you off his lap, onto the floor. The hardwood floor hurts your already bruised, stinging ass but you don’t dare get back up as Jungwon drops to his knees between your legs. The huge glass windows and glass doors of the guest house cause light to pour in, allowing anyone who might be passing by the ability to look in. Jungwon doesn’t care though as he opens the front of his shorts, shoving them down to reveal his cock, hard and ruddy red, aching between his thighs. He forces your legs open, spreading you open.
“You’re gonna be a good girl for me now,” he tells you, his hands trailing from your knees to your thighs, to your swimsuit bottoms. He pulls the crotch aside, letting him align himself to your slit. You watch with bated breath as he teases his tip against your entrance, bringing his hands up to your shoulders, pushing you down against the hardwood floor. “You’re gonna stay right here and let me use this pussy. Right where anyone could see me using you. Because that’s all sluts are good for, putting on a show.” You whimper, nodding up at him. “Good girl.” His cock presses into you and your eyes roll back.
He stretches you open on him, your back arching and forcing your shoulders down into the hardwood flooring. It hurts, especially as he holds you down, keeping you pinned down to the flooring. The shiny, lacquered flooring of the guest house aches against your bare shoulders and against your tailbone as Jungwon fucks you hard and fast. It’s obvious he doesn’t care about you, he doesn’t care either way if you come, this is all for him. This is your punishment.
Your nails dig into the seams of the hardwood floor, knowing you’re not allowed to grab at him, knowing it’s supposed to hurt. Jungwon leans over you, letting go of your shoulders just to grab you by the thighs, wrapping them around his waist. It forces your hips harder into the floor, your tailbone aches, and yet you can feel pleasure pooling inside of you. The spanking already has you on edge, your pussy making obscene squelching noises around his cock as he pounds into you. You look up at the ceiling, tip your head back to look out the windows, the sun pouring down over the two of you, the green tops of the trees swaying in the breeze. It all starts to blur in your vision as you inch closer and closer to your orgasm.
“You take direction so well,” Jungwon tells you, leaning down to kiss your neck. “At least you’re good at one thing.” You whimper, arching further into him. “C’mon, baby, clench that cunt around me. Make me come, and I’ll stop. You know how to make it stop hurting.” You don’t want it to stop hurting, the hard press of him inside of you, the ache in your hips and shoulders and ass, it feels so good. Still, your cunt spasms around him, a consequence of your impending orgasm. You gasp, feeling him force himself as deep as possible inside of you, fucking his hips down into your cunt.
“Oh, fuck,” you breathe out, your orgasm crashing through you. Jungwon digs his fingers into your thighs, bullying his way inside of you despite the way your cunt tenses, so tight around him he can barely thrust into you anymore. It hurts, how hard the fucks you to get over the edge, but it’s a means to an end as he finally comes inside.
“Fuck,” he groans, cock throbbing inside of you. He spills inside of you, filling you with cum. Your body finally collapses in on itself, against the floor. He drops your legs against the floor and pulls out. Streaks of white decorate his cock, cum spilling out of you onto the floor. “Good thing the guest house has hardwood floors, huh?” He comments, watching as his own cum spills onto the floor of his parents’ guest house.
You blink back to the present as the automatic voice informs you they’re approaching your stop. You get off the bus once there and head home, letting yourself inside. The inside of the house is just the same as it is every day, but you can hear someone shuffling around the kitchen and the dining room. No doubt it’s Heeseung, he’s been getting home before you this semester since he took earlier classes. You walk into the dining room to see him setting out the dinner he must’ve picked up on his way home. You pause in the doorway of the foyer, looking over at him.
“Hey,” he says, clearly knowing you’re there. “What’s up?”
“Nothing,” you reply, coming into the room. “Can I ask you something?” You ask, approaching him. Heeseung looks over at you, resting a hand on the back of a chair. “It’s sort of personal,” you admit, taking your school bag off and hanging it on the back of a different chair.
“Nothing too personal for my baby sister,” he comments and you roll your eyes at him. He smirks. “What do you want to know?”
“Are you sleeping with anyone else?” You ask. Heeseung pulls back a bit, clearly surprised by your question. He crosses his arms over his chest, tilting his head at you. “I only ask because… well, I don’t care if you’re sleeping with other girls but if that’s the case, maybe I should be making you wear a condom,” you suggest and Heeseung scoffs.
“Okay, first of all, I’m clean. I get tested at the campus clinic at least once a month so I’m not going to give you anything. And no way you’re gonna get me to wear a condom when I know you’re on fucking birth control. I look at that case on the bathroom counter every morning,” he points out. You shift slightly, embarrassed at being called out. “Secondly, where is this even coming from?” He asked, lifting a brow at you.
“I dunno, I just… I heard some stuff. Around campus.” Heeseung drops his arms and closes the gap between you two. “I don’t care—”
“It sounds like you care,” he says, resting a hand on your waist.
“I don’t care!” You insist, crossing your arms over your chest. Heeseung smiles at you, pulling you in by your waist. “You can sleep with whoever the fuck you want, I don’t give a shit. I mean, I slept with—” You cut yourself off when you see the look on his face, brows lowered and lips pursed. You smirk and he lifts a brow at you. “I slept with someone at the club, after all,” you add knowing how much he hates it. Heeseung digs his fingers into your waist, a silent warning. “You can sleep with whoever you want. Maybe I will too.”
“Don’t you dare,” Heeseung warns you, voice low. “You have—”
“Cock at home? You have pussy at home,” you remind him. “But who’s to say that it’s better than eating out?”
He kisses you, just a shade into painful. You smile into his lips, you love riling him up. His hands slide over your waist down to your hips, back to your ass. You lift your arms to rest on his shoulders while he digs his fingers into your ass, pulling you against him. You gasp into his mouth, letting him fuck his tongue into your mouth as he presses your hips against his. He’s already half hard, the shape of him pressing into your hip.
The sound of the door opening causes you to part from him, shoving him back. Jungwon would’ve called out but no one does, making you sure it’s one of your parents. Heeseung wipes at his mouth, adjusting himself in his jeans as he turns away from the foyer entrance. You look over just as your dad walks out into the great room, hastily toeing off his shoes.
“Hey, dad,” you greet him.
“Dad,” Heeseung greets him, shortly.
“I thought you were working late tonight,” you comment, running a hand through your hair.
“I am! Really, I am,” he says, already heading for the hallway. “Forgot some documents in my office. I’m not even here, according to the office, I’m not here!” He assures you, disappearing down the hall. You watch as he goes and once the door to his office is closed you turn to Heeseung, who looks back at you.
“I’m not sleeping with anyone,” he whispers vehemently and your eyes widen, glancing back to the hall. Heeseung takes your face in hand, turning you back to face him. “So don’t you dare try eating out on me. No one else is ever gonna taste as good as me anyway.”
“Hee—” He kisses you, making you shove him back. “Heeseung!” You scold him softly, Heeseung smirking at you. “He’s right—” He kisses you again, twice more, and then pulls back.
“I know.” You glare, turning back as the office door opens again. You turn to see your dad rushing back towards the door. “Leaving already?” Heeseung asks as though he wasn’t just kissing the man’s daughter, his step sister, less than a minute ago.
“Gotta get back to the office. You guys are good tonight?” He asks and you both nod in agreement. “Alright. Well, don’t wait up for me or your mother. Your mom has a midnight shift and I’m being bullied into going out with the guys after work.” You tilt your head at him, giving him a hard look. “I know, I know. I promise I won’t get too drunk. Home by 1, okay?”
“Okay,” you tell him. “Don’t let them bully you too hard.”
“I won’t. Bye, sweetie,” he tells you, heading out. The door closes and locks behind him. The both of you wait, listening for the tell tale sound of his car pulling away. Ten seconds later you both hear the crunch of the wheels on the driveway, the car engine getting distant. You turn back around, being greeted by Heeseung’s lips.
He grabs you by the waist, putting you on the table, standing between your legs. You wrap your arms around him as he crowds into your space, letting his mouth trail down your throat. You tip your head back, letting him kiss over your neck, sucking and biting bruises into your skin. Heeseung keeps going, hands going for the button of your jeans as he sucks at the base of your neck, working on a bruise that you’re sure you’re going to have to cover for the next three days.
“I have pussy at home, baby sister,” he tells you, unbuttoning your jeans and unzipping the fly. “Why would I go out for something when I already have one that tastes so fucking good.” He slides a hand into your panties, fingertips finding your clit. You moan, tipping your head further back. “Mm, maybe I’ll have dessert first tonight.”
Mornings might be the only time all of you are in the house, you and Heeseung getting ready for your classes at university while your dad drinks a pot of coffee before work and your step mother gets changed to take on another shift at the hospital. The four of you have mostly gotten used to moving around one another, you coming down from your morning shower while Heeseung is already eating breakfast, doing some last minute studying at the table. Your step mother rushes past you to prepare a thermos for her morning while your dad leans casually against the counter, checking his emails while sipping from his mug.
You go over to the table, setting your bag down on top of the table to make sure you have everything with you, your laptop and textbooks and notebooks all stacked on top of one another. You chew on your piece of toast, your fingers faltering briefly on your pencil case when you feel Heeseung’s hand on your thigh under the table.
You’re both on the other side of the table from the kitchen, hiding your legs and his hand from your parents view. You rip off a bite of toast, tossing the rest of the slice onto your plate as Heeseung strokes the backs of his fingers up and down your thigh, your shorts clearly too short. You pull your pencil case out of your bag, unzipping it to check inside. You drop it, writing utensils skittering across the floor. Everyone looks at you and Heeseung drops his hand.
“Just my pencil case, sorry,” you tell your parents, who go back to what they were doing. You drop down to your hands and knees though, halfway under the table. You collect your pencils, pens and highlighters, hastily shoving them into your pencil case. While under the table though you set your pencil case aside and run your hands up Heeseung’s thighs. Heeseung clears his throat above you but doesn’t push you away, letting you cup his clothed cock in hand, squeezing softly.
“Y/N,” your step mother calls out and you drop back to your hands and knees, popping up above the edge of the table with your pencil case in hand. “Sweetie, do you have a pair of earrings I can borrow?” She asks, touching her ear. “I couldn’t find my gold studs this morning.”
“Oh, sure,” you agree, pushing your pencil case into your school bag. “I should have a pair you can borrow.” You step around Heeseung, meeting your step mom on the other side of the kitchen island. The both of you head up the stairs together, to your room.
You give your step mom a pair of earrings of yours, simple golden studs that match the necklace she’s wearing. She sits down at your vanity to put them in and you hover nearby, waiting to see if she likes them.
“You know, Y/N,” she says and you hum, “I’m so glad that you and my son are so close.” You try not to panic, nodding in agreement. “Heeseungie’s a great kid and I was so worried when I started seeing your dad that you two wouldn’t get along. Your dad mentioned he had a daughter and we… well, we put off telling the two of you about our relationship because we were so worried you wouldn’t get along. He’s a bit older than you and you’re both in university, we worried that you wouldn’t have anything in common.” She moves to the other earring. “I’m really glad that we were worried over nothing. You and Heeseung seem like you’ve gotten really close really quickly. I mean, even his friends like you. You’re close with Jungwon too, right?”
“Yeah,” you agree.
“Anyway, I say this because,” she pauses, turning to you, “I want us to be close too. I mean, I’m glad you and Heeseung managed to build a close sibling relationship and I’m so glad you wanted to call me eomma.” You nod in agreement, smiling at her, while some semblance of guilt gnaws at your stomach lining. “But I want you to know you can tell me things. Anything, really.”
“I know I can,” you agree.
“You do?” She asks and you nod. “Okay. Even if it’s… about boys?” She asks and you swallow. “Because you know…” she taps the side of her neck and you gasp, covering the side of your neck. You thought you covered it enough, that no one would notice, but clearly not well enough. “Your dad wouldn’t have noticed but, y’know, a girl knows.”
“Right,” you mutter. “I’m so sorry. I mean— It’s not that I don’t trust you—”
“No, I know,” she says. “I get it. I mean, your dad and I just got married. It’s okay if you don’t want to talk to me about it. But if you do, I’m a good listener. And I promise I won’t judge or anything. I just noticed and… you never said anything about having a boyfriend.”
“No, I didn’t,” you admit, rubbing your fingers over the marks on your throat. You can’t tell her who gave them to you, but you don’t want to lie to her. Neither of the guys who are giving you hickeys are your boyfriend. At least, they’ve never said so. “Uhm… it’s complicated.”
“Complicated,” she sighs and then laughs softly. “College boys are so complicated,” she agrees, getting to her feet. “I know how it is. But you’d tell me if it was… someone close to you?” She wheedles and you glance away. “No. Okay. I get it,” she brushes off but you can tell from that tone that your avoidance hurts her. It’s the last thing you want to do, especially given everything you’re already lying to her about.
“No!” you burst. Admittedly, lying to everyone is sort of wearing you down. It does suck that you can’t talk to anyone about the boys you’re with because no one would understand. You can’t tell people you’re sleeping with your step brother and some people would even side eye you for seeing your step brother’s best friend. It’s complicated and difficult and frustrating where you’re at and telling anyone would be nice. Even if it’s just a part of the truth. “I just— uhm…” you swallow and she looks at you patiently. “Don’t… don’t tell my dad,” you say and she mimes zipping her lips.
“I’m a safe,” she assures you, making a gesture like throwing away the key. “You can trust me.”
“It’s, uh… it’s Jungwon,” you say and her eyes widen. “We’re not… I mean, it’s recent. Like, once school started.” The lie just spills out of you and it’s like you can’t stop it. “We’re not together, we haven’t even told anyone else, we’re just… like I said, it’s complicated. My friends don’t even know and Heeseung—” You clam up.
“Does he know? That you’re seeing his friend?” She asks gently, resting a hand on your wrist.
“Yeah…” you murmur. “He’s… the only one who knows.” It’s not a lie, technically.
“I see,” she says. “Well, you know, Jungwon’s a good kid,” she says and you nod. “He’s got a good head on his shoulders, he’s very smart and respectful and from a good family.” You sigh heavily, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. She’s just being nice, trying to be supportive, but all these attributes have nothing to do with why you are seeing Jungwon. “I don’t think it would be such a bad idea if you started seeing him. What does Heeseungie think?”
“He just knows. He doesn’t…” You shake your head. “I don’t think he has an opinion.”
“He does, he just doesn’t want to give it. Typical boy,” she says, shaking her head. “Well, I will not tell your father. He doesn’t need to stick his nose on his daughter’s personal business, especially if you’re not dating him.” You smile shyly at her. “But if you ask me, I think Jungwon would make a lovely boyfriend. I think he would treat you well.”
Images of sitting on his cock, his cock shoved down your throat, being bent over his knee as he spanks you red and aching flit through your mind.
“Yeah,” you struggle out. “Maybe he would.”
You find Jungwon in one of the courtyards, sitting with a few of his friends. You don’t know any of them except for the guys that are also part of Heeseung’s friend circle, Sunoo and Sunghoon. You walk right up to them, unconcerned with the eyes on you as you approach Jungwon. Jungwon turns to you though as you come up to him, Sunoo having tapped his leg and motioned to you as you approached. He looks at you expectantly, curious as to why you’re coming up to him on campus, your trysts being confined to your house or the guest house this past summer.
“Hey,” he greets you. “Heeseung’s not here,” he informs you and you nod.
“I know. I came to talk to you.” His eyes widen slightly. “We need to talk.”
“Right now?”
“Right now,” you agree and Jungwon hops off the picnic table, picking up his bag. He tells the others that he’s leaving and Sunghoon’s eyes dart between the two of you while Wonyoung and Yujin wave him off. Jungwon joins you and the two of you leave the courtyard together. You’re unaware of the eyes following you or the murmur that follows the two of you. Jungwon, however, is well aware that your appearance is strange and is going to start rumors across campus but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t eager to hear what people are going to think.
You lead him towards the cafe, intending to talk to him where other people will see you, in a way that doesn’t seem suspicious. You can tell people you’re working on a class project or studying the same subject right now or something, something innocent if other people can see you. Jungwon, however, isn’t as willing to go along with it as he suddenly grabs you by the elbow and pulls you back, away from the sidewalk. You stumble over your feet, gasping as you’re suddenly yanked backwards, off the beaten path.
You’re startled to find yourself backed up against one of the school buildings, Jungwon leaning into your space. He smirks at you, caging you back against it with his body. He’s taller and broader than you, he blocks you in easily. You go to step around you but he rests a hand on your stomach, pinning you back with his fingertips pressing into your stomach.
“Jungwon—”
“Must be pretty important,” he comments and you huff at him, leaning back against the white brick of the building. “What’s so important you had to talk to me right now?”
“I…” you sigh. “Heeseung’s mom cornered me this morning.” He leans back, letting his hand drop from your stomach. “She started saying all this stuff about being close with me and- and wanting to make sure I could trust her. She noticed…” you point to your neck, the concealer heavier than normal as you reapplied once she noticed, trying to make sure no one else would. His eyes dart down to your throat and then back to your face. “She started asking all these questions and I just… I cracked under the pressure. I- I-”
“You told her I gave them to you,” he says, his lips tilting up into a smile at the corners. “You told her I was the guy. So she wouldn’t think it was Heeseung.”
“I’m sorry,” you say with a sigh. “She promised not to tell my dad and I told her only Heeseung knows so… I mean, she probably won’t say anything to you. I told her it was complicated.”
“Complicated,” Jungwon breathes with a laugh. “Putting it lightly.”
“Look, I told her we’re not dating,” you insist. “So don’t worry about it. I just wanted you to know, in case you’re over and she… says something or implies something or… whatever.”
“You know you can’t hide it forever,” he informs you and your eyes widen in surprise. “Someone’s gonna figure it out. Maybe not about you and Heeseung but someone’s gonna know you’re seeing someone.” He flicks your hair back away from your neck, brushing his fingers against your throat. “You’re just making things worse for yourself by trying to hide it. People are going to find out you’re lying, and imagine how that’s gonna go.”
“What’re you trying to say?” You ask.
Jungwon leans forward and kisses you. You gasp, grabbing his shoulders to push him off but Jungwon just pushes you back against the wall, a hand on your waist, his other hand resting on the wall beside your head. He kisses you aggressively, lips and teeth and tongue, forcing his way into your mouth. You’re not even that far out of the way, just slightly off the beaten path, anyone could see you but Jungwon doesn’t stop. He keeps kissing you, moving the hand from the wall to cradling the side of your neck. You stop trying to fight him off, meeting him every stroke for eager stroke, his tongue in your mouth, a soft moan leaving your lips. Jungwon drifts from your mouth, spit slick and swollen from his lips, to your cheek, making his way down your jaw and neck. You protest when he bites, sucking at the skin just underneath your jaw.
“Won—”
“At school, you’re my girl,” he tells you and you swallow. “Hm? According to everyone else, you’re my girl.” He pulls back, brushing your hair from your face. “You know what they say. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. As long as you’re sleeping with him, no one can ever know, but you’re gonna need a cover story if he keeps leaving those bruises all over you.” He presses his thumb into the side of your neck, making it ache. “So, here’s your options. Keep acting like nothing’s going on and someone is going to call you out on your bullshit. Or, be my girl.” You sigh to yourself. “No one’s gonna ask any questions if they think I’m the one who’s putting those bruises all over you.”
“You are,” you point out.
“Okay then,” Jungwon tells you, smirking. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
You idiots decide to make a competition out of it, you think to yourself. But you bite your tongue because that’s only gonna get you in trouble. You really don’t know how far Jungwon is willing to take this game and you’d prefer to not be sexually punished on school grounds.
“Okay,” you relent. “You want to be my boyfriend, Yang?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” You can’t tell how genuine he’s being.
“Sunghoon told me the most interesting thing today,” Heeseung says, letting himself into your room. He closes the door behind himself, locking it. You sigh to yourself, turning in your chair to look at him. “He said you grabbed Jungwon while you were on campus today,” he says, sitting on the edge of your bed, leaning back on his hands. You lift a brow at him. “And then someone saw the two of you sucking face by the Sciences hall a little bit later.” You roll your eyes while he lifts a brow at you. “I didn’t think you were into exhibitionism.”
“You’re saying that to me?” You retort and Heeseung clicks his tongue. “It was Jungwon’s idea.”
“I don’t believe you,” he laughs.
“It was!” You insist. “As if you’re not two of the most depraved motherfuckers I know,” you say. Heeseung leans forward, resting his arms on his knees. “Eomma cornered me this morning, asking me about the hickeys you two keep leaving all over my neck.”
“And you said?”
“I said it was Jungwon,” you admit and Heeseung nods. “Look, it’s a safe choice. If I tell everyone Jungwon is the one who’s putting bruises on me no one is going to think twice. I can’t tell anyone the truth so, according to everyone else, Jungwon is the one I’m seeing.” Heeseung purses his lips, glancing over at you. “You know I’m right.”
“I know,” he says, getting up. “Look, I have no issues with sharing you with Jungwon. You’re the desperate slut who wants two guys.” He comments, walking up to you. You open your mouth to retort but he wraps his fingers around your throat, shutting you up. You press your lips together as he squeezes gently around your neck. “What? No retort? You are learning,” he teases you and you glare up at him. “I guess brats can learn new tricks.” He pats your cheek condescendingly and you resist the urge to press your thighs together. You never thought being degraded would turn you on so much. “I don’t mind that Jungwon wants you in public, that doesn’t matter to me. Just so long as you don’t forget about the cock that’s waiting for you at home.”
“Yes, oppa,” you tell him, glaring up at him.
“That’s my baby sister,” he coos. He kisses your lips, biting at your lower lip until it stings.
Word gets around the campus far faster than you would like it to, in fact by the next day everyone is talking about you and Jungwon. You’re generally a well kept person, you don’t talk to a lot of people, you have a small circle of friends, so your name suddenly being in everyone’s mouth is less than preferred. The murmurs after Heeseung moved in with you were more than enough, being Jungwon’s ‘girl’ is a bit more than you really want to deal with.
“Don’t take it so personally,” Jungwon tells you, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. It’s strange and foreign, the way that Jungwon has started to treat you. It was fine when it was just sex, when it was obvious you were both carnally attracted to each other, but suddenly he’s become… tender. “You know how people can be, talking about stuff without knowing anything at all. You’re just the latest topic of conversation, things will die down and people will move on.”
“Yeah, when?” You ask, turning to him. Jungwon shrugs, bringing his hand down to rest it on your thigh. Normally he would be trying to push it between your legs but his fingers are curled innocently halfway down your thigh, his index finger swirling circles into the inside of your leg next to your inseam. It stirs something in you but it’s less raging tidal waves and more lapping at the shoreline.
“Eventually,” he tells you. “You’re upset,” he concludes.
“Shocking,” you comment, your brusque nature coming out without meaning to. Jungwon removes his hand from your thigh to instead take your hand in his, pulling you up from the bench. You stumble to your feet and he drags you down the hall, away from the lecture halls.
You didn’t mean to end up loitering outside of Jungwon’s lecture hall but he could read you right off, which was sort of frustrating to deal with. Somewhere along the way, he and Heeseung had started to read you much, much easier than you could read them. You wonder if it’s because they’re boys or because their behavior is erratic but in the end, it doesn’t matter. Trying to understand the two of them is like trying to find your way through a labyrinth, every time you think you’re onto something, there’s a new wall keeping you out.
He pulls you down the hall and, after taking a cursory glance around, pulls you inside a nearby, unlocked closet. You’re not even surprised anymore, you stumble into the dark room and let your messenger bag drop off your shoulder. Jungwon pushes you back against the door, pinning you to the hardwood.
“Are you mad at me?” He asks and your brow furrows. Of all the questions, this isn’t what you were expecting.
“Why do you think that?” You ask, shifting awkwardly against the door.
“Because it was my idea,” he tells you simply. “If you’re mad at me just say it.”
“I’m not,” you reply. “Why, do you have a guilty conscience?” You ask him, crossing your arms over your chest in the narrow space between your bodies. Jungwon smirks at you. “If I said yes, what would you do? Would you apologize?”
“I’d make it up to you,” he says instead, and then his hands fall away. “I wouldn’t need to apologize because I’d make everything better.” Jungwon bites his lip and drops to his knees in front of you, making your breath catch. He pushes the hem of your shirt up, fingers tucking into the waistband of your jeans. “Do you want me to make it up to you?” he asks, pressing a kiss just beneath your navel.
“Yeah,” you agree, breathless. “Make it up to me.” Jungwon unbuttons your jeans, unzipping the fly and then pulls them down your hips. He leaves your underwear on, your usual thong wrapped around your hips. He kisses his way down your legs, pausing to kiss the inside of your thighs as he peels your jeans down to pool around your ankles. He pulls one of your feet out of your jeans, kissing the inside of your knee and then hooks it over his shoulder.
He kisses up the inside of your leg again and you drop your arms, instead running your fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his eyes. In the dark of the closet his eyes still glint up at you, sucking kisses up the soft inside of your thigh. He leaves little aching bruises on his way up, pushing your hips against the door to hold you down. You wait quietly, watching as he makes his way to the apex of your thighs, taking a hand from your hip to hook a finger in your underwear, pulling it aside.
“Already wet for me?” He asks, running his thumb up and down your rapidly wetting slit. You hum softly, nodding your head as he spreads you open. “Gonna make you feel so good.” Jungwon presses a kiss to your clit, sending a shiver through you and then lays the flat of his tongue over it, laving over the bundle of nerves languidly. You tighten your fingers in his hair, trying to urge him closer.
While he would normally tease you, he moves in closer like you’re telling him to, running his tongue all down your slit, tasting you. You moan above him, biting your lip hard to try and muffle it. You have no idea who might be walking by, the last thing you need is someone to know someone is fooling around in a fucking janitor’s closet. Still, you begin to rock your hips against his face, Jungwon sticking his tongue out to let you rut your hips against his face, smearing slick and spit all across his face as you do so. He moans into your cunt, eyes fluttering shut as you use his mouth to get yourself off.
“You always talk so much,” you sigh, tilting your hips further. Jungwon moves his hand from your hip to your ass, holding you against his face. His other hand keeps a tight grip on your thong, out of the way so you can have full access to his mouth. “Turns out the best way to keep you quiet is to ride your face.” Jungwon moans into your pussy, sucking and licking at your clit, your labia, sticking his tongue up inside of you. “Ooh, fuck. That’s it. Use your tongue to fuck me. Make me come on your face.”
He guides you hump his face faster, pressing you harder against his mouth. You can feel your clit throbbing, the hot press of his tongue inside of you pushing you closer and closer to the edge, an ache building inside of you. He presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing tight circles into the sensitive nerves, making you shake. Your breath comes out in heavy pants as you rock your hips frantically, trying to get yourself over the edge. Your slick is practically dripping down his face, running down his chin as he eats you out, slurping wetly at your cunt.
“Fuck,” you gasp out, cradling his face against your cunt. Jungwon’s tongue curls inside of you, your rocking rubbing him right up against your walls, making you shiver. You’re chasing it, the heat building inside of you until it shakes through you, Jungwon’s thumb pressing hard against your clit, your cunt spasming around his tongue. You can faintly hear Jungwon licking at you, swallowing you down through the roaring of your blood in your ears as you come all over his face. You have to lean back against the door, trying to catch your breath as your orgasm continues to roll through you.
He brings your leg down to the floor and you look down to see him wiping at his mouth and chin, trails of slick and spit running down his jaw. You lift a hand, pulling the sleeve of your sweater over your hand to help him out, running the cuff over his cheek and jaw.
“Gonna get cum on your sweater,” Jungwon points out to you with a breathless laugh.
“It’s my cum,” you retort and he grins. “What’re you gonna do about that?” You ask, glancing down meaningfully at his crotch. Even with his jeans on there’s a prominent bulge in the front of them, his cock clearly hard and straining against the zipper.
“I’ll handle it,” he tells you.
“Why would you handle it when my pussy’s right here,” you point out and he smirks at you. “Get your dick out. I think this door will hold.”
You start to get used to spending time with Jungwon, before and after your classes, studying together, and getting lunch. It becomes part of your routine, which you don’t mind at all. Jungwon seems to be softening the more time you spend together. Not when you fuck, which doesn’t seem to be slowing down but is actually happened at a higher frequency because he’s finding more innovative ways to try and take you while you’re on campus. You’ve been fucked in bathrooms, closets, library study rooms, he’s getting creative. You don’t mind it, being the center of Jungwon’s attention is kind of special.
Sometimes you glance over at him and have to do a double take because Jungwon is looking at you so gently it kind of takes your breath away. Your last boyfriend was in high school and he was shit, he cared so much more about his studying than you at all, so you don’t why he even bothered to date you. You’ve never been looked at like this before, never been attended to the way Jungwon does.
It makes you feel special. It makes you want to lean into this, Jungwon’s arm on your shoulders, the kisses he presses to your lips, and hand he slides into the back pocket of your jeans. You’re not sure how true all this is, but it feels real and it’s kind of nice.
The only problem is that Heeseung seems to be pulling away.
“I’m busy,” he says when you lean in the doorway of his bedroom. You frown, stepping into his room and closing the door behind you. He sighs but doesn’t stop you when you drape yourself along his back, arms around his shoulders. “Y/N,” he tells you, lifting his head from his studies.
“I miss my big brother,” you coo, kissing the side of his neck. He breathes in a deep breath. “He used to take such good care of me.”
“I have a test coming up,” he tells you and you huff. “C’mon, now’s not a good time.”
“If you’re stressed, let me help,” you offer. “I thought you liked fucking my mouth.”
“I have a lot to review. Just… not tonight,” he brushes off. You frown, pulling back. “Don’t you have some studying to do or something?”
“Fine,” you grump, getting off of him, “but don’t come crying to me when your dick aches.” You walk back over to his bedroom door.
“You’d drop to your knees if I asked,” he comments idly and you glance over at him, hand on the doorknob.
“For someone who insists that I have cock at home, you certainly make me go out a lot lately.” You yank the door open, stepping out. Heeseung sucks on his teeth, closing his eyes as you slam the door shut behind you.
You start to notice it even more when you’re with Jungwon on campus, that Heeseung starts to regard you as just his sister. You didn’t think it would hurt your feelings but as Jungwon draws you closer, Heeseung steps away. If you’re with Jungwon on campus, Heeseung won’t even approach you. If you parents are out late, he won’t even utter the words ‘usual dinner’ to you anymore and you usually end up going home with Jungwon, letting him fuck you into the mattress. Being with Jungwon is great, the more time you spend with him the more and more you like him but the fact is, you still miss Heeseung as much as you don’t want to admit to it.
“I’m not enough?” Jungwon jokes when you’re lying in bed together after another athletic romp in the sheets. You slap him on the chest and he laughs. “I’m kidding. I kind of miss him too, y’know? We had a good time when we were with you.” You wonder briefly if you should be insulted by that comment, but you’re not. You agree with Jungwon, fooling around with the both of them was always fun.
“What the hell is up with him? He barely even looks at me at home, y’know that?” You comment, your head on Jungwon’s shoulder. “I swear I offer to suck his dick every day now and he completely brushes me off. It’s like he’s not even into me anymore.”
“I don’t think so,” Jungwon says, squeezing you gently with the arm he has draped around your back. “I think he’s feeling… left out.”
“He’s your best friend, and I’m his step sister,” you point out.
“You can never be with him in public,” Jungwon points out and you frown. “Not as long as your parents are together.”
“I don’t know what to do.”
“Let me handle it,” Jungwon says and you look at him, a mischievous smile on his lips. “I know how hyung works. I can get him back in bed.”
You are never listening to Jungwon again, you think as you approach the house party that’s pulsing at the end of the street. The place belongs to a friend of a friend of Jake’s, you think, but you’re not sure. Half the university was invited, including Jungwon and Heeseung’s friend circle and Jungwon told you to come. You managed to wrangle Kazuha and Yunjin to come with you, the three of you approaching the house arm in arm. It smells like alcohol and sweat and weed and the place is shaking with bass, the bottom floor of the family house strobing with neon lights. You’re hesitant to enter but you agreed to Jungwon’s harebrained, unexplained plan and Kazuha and Yunjin will not let you back out anyway.
The place is crowded, hot and confusing from the moment you step inside, Yunjin dragging you further into the house towards where she thinks the kitchen might be. There’s a crowd of people around the doorway so you think she might be right, your hand around Kazuha’s elbow to make sure you don’t lose her in the thick of it all.
You have a drink that might be 70% alcohol in hand when someone sidles up to you, an arm around your waist.
“You came,” Jungwon says, kissing you. You kiss him back, Yunjin and Kazuha sharing a look at the obvious public display of affection. “You guys came too. Good, I’m glad,” he says, looking at your friends as soon as he’s done with you. “I would hate for my girl to come to a party alone.” You elbow him, making him laugh.
“Wow, declarations already? You guys are getting serious,” Yunjin teases you.
“It’s not,” you insist.
“Not yet,” Jungwon says and you turn your head, giving him a hard look. “I gotta go, but I’ll catch you later, okay?” He says and you nod. He kisses your temple, whispering in your ear, “Hyung’s already here. Be upstairs in two hours.” It makes a shiver run through you. He kisses your cheek once more and then leaves, leaving you with your friends.
“Damn,” Kazuha says, shaking her head to herself. “You know, I said you should be with him but I can’t believe you actually got with him.”
“Poor Heeseung,” Yunjin comments, “has to watch you suck face with one of his best friends all the time.”
“He doesn’t watch us,” you tell them, rolling your eyes. “And it’s like you said, he’s my step brother!”
“Still, a crime,” Yunjin tells you. “C’mon, it’s crowded in here,” she changes the topic, grabbing your wrist.
“It’s crowded everywhere!” You shout over the din of music and chatter around you. They pay you no mind, dragging you out of the kitchen and into the living room where the music is loudest.
You misplace both of them in short order, which doesn’t surprise you. People are playing beer pong in the den, someone’s smoking weed downstairs, people are draped all over the place. You’ve run into half the basketball team, the dance team and a handful of the astronomy club. The bathroom is locked because someone is moaning, loudly, inside of it and you’re two drinks deep by the time two hours have elapsed. You haven’t seen Jungwon anywhere, you’re kind of tipsy and off kilter as you attempt to trudge up the stairs. You also haven’t seen Heeseung you realize, but continue up to the second floor anyway.
The second floor is a lot dimmer and quieter than the first floor and there are couples all over the hallway, making out and copping feels up and down the walkway. You have to edge past a couple of girls trying to have sex with their clothes on to get further down the hall. There’s a bedroom that’s unoccupied that you slip into, closing the door behind you. You land on the bed with a sigh, your head spinning from alcohol consumption and what might be a contact high, you’re not sure.
The door to the bedroom opens and you look up, finding Heeseung standing in the doorway. He looks momentarily surprised then torn, turning abruptly away from you to look back.
“That’s my step sister, no way,” he says, turning to the guys behind him. It’s Jungwon, of course, but Jake and Sunghoon are also there, the three of them clearly having goaded him into this.
“You agreed to the dare!” Sunghoon insists. “We said the girl upstairs. We never said what girl!” He’s drunk, you’re not sure he would’ve agreed to this asinine dare concept if he wasn’t. Clearly, Jungwon knew what he was doing, and he was using his drunk friends to his advantage. That and Heeseung’s inability to turn down a dare, no matter what it is. It is all in your favor though.
“She’s—”
“Not related to you by blood,” Jake points out. “Besides, all you have to do is get your hand up her skirt.” You glance away, suddenly embarrassed by the situation. Jungwon never told you what this nonsense plan would entail, he didn’t tell you Heeseung was being goaded into doing something so borderline inappropriate with you. The idea of getting to be with Heeseung is what drew you in, not the idea that his friends are also going to know.
“Heeseung,” you say, standing up. Heeseung looks over his shoulder at you. He looks hesitant in a way you’ve never seen him be before. “C’mon, just get it over with. Or your friends are gonna think you’re a pussy.” Heeseung gives you a look while Jake and Sunghoon giggle, Jungwon lifting a brow at you.
“Fine,” he bites out, “but you’re not watching.” He insists, closing the door on them, shutting it tightly. The room is suddenly almost pitch black and your eyes have to adjust to the darkness. You can hear Heeseung approach you, feel the heat of him when he gets close enough. “This was your plan, wasn’t it? You wanted me to touch you again?” He hisses in the darkness.
“No—”
“Slut,” he tells you and you swallow. “I see that hasn’t changed.” He shoves you backwards onto the bed, knocking you onto your ass. It feels like it did all those months ago, as he climbs on top of you. “This what you wanted?” He asks, his features coming into focus as your eyes get used to the darkness. “Go through all the work, devise this little plan just so I’ll fuck you again, huh? That’s how bad you want my cock?”
“If I say yes, will you fuck me?” You ask, breathless.
“What about your boyfriend? What would he think?” Heeseung retorts, hands on either side of your head.
“Fuck him,” you tell him. “After all this shit, you care about what Jungwon thinks? You don’t even care about what my dad thinks. You don’t even care about what society thinks. Anyone else would think you’re a sick fuck, putting your cock inside your sister. Now you’re scared?” His jaw clenches. “Too scared to fuck me. You are a pussy.”
He gets off of you to instead grab you by the waist, manhandling you onto the bed. The mattress is hard and the bedding is scratchy and foreign underneath you but it doesn’t matter when Heeseung climbs back on top of you. He takes your face in his hands, kissing you hard on the mouth. You moan into his lips, having missed this. His mouth opens against yours, licking into your mouth as he lets his hands drag down your body.
Over your neck and chest, groping and squeezing your breasts, making you moan into his mouth desperately. Heeseung quiets you by shoving his tongue into your mouth, practically fucking your mouth as his hands keep going, down your waist, towards your hips. He wraps his large hands around your thighs, pushing them down to the bed to spread you open. It aches, the strain in your muscles when he forces you open for him, the action bunching your skirt up around your hips, exposing yourself to him.
“I’m gonna fuck this pussy so hard, you’re gonna beg me to stop,” he warns you, lips brushing yours, letting go of you to undo his belt. It clinks in the quiet of the bedroom, so loud it makes you clench around nothing. “Your big brother’s gonna take such good fucking care of you, baby sister.” You moan against his mouth and he kisses you again, biting at your lips. He pushes his jeans down, letting his cock bob out of his boxers, half hard. He aligns himself to your cunt, thong pulled aside, and doesn’t give you time to adjust, shoving inside in one hard thrust.
You yell, surprised by the sudden thrust. It hurts, the way he stretches you open, the way he buries himself inside of you. Your eyes roll back as he hauls you into his lap, your thighs over his as he fucks you hard and fast. Little yelps escape you without thought, your cunt aching, the tip of his cock pounding your cervix with every hard thrust. You have to grip the pillow underneath your head, gasping through his thrusts as he fucks you desperately.
“Fuck, this fucking pussy,” he bites out. “Still so good. This pussy’s so fucking good, baby sister’s got such a good pussy, huh?” Heeseung mocks you. You cry out, head thrown back into the pillow as he takes you as rough as he pleases. “Yeah, does it feel good? Does it feel good when I make it fucking hurt?”
“Yes,” you gasp out. “Oh, God. Oh, God,” you sob, shaking through the pleasure that threatens to consume you. Your cunt squelches with the most obscene noises as he continues to fuck you, getting wetter and wetter as he fucks you manically. You can’t even open your eyes, you’re trembling, shaking through every thrust.
“Desperate little slut,” he accuses you. “Filthy fucking whore, begging me every night to fuck her. Begging me for cock, asking every goddamn night if she can suck me off. If she can please, please have my cock in her mouth,” Heeseung mocks you. “I’m sick? You want your brother’s cock so bad, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” you whine out. “Yes, please. Please. Please give it to me. Please, I want it.”
“Oh, you’ll get it.” He leans over the top of you, fucking down into you, making you cry out. His hands find yours, and you let him thread his fingers through yours, keeping you pinned down. His fingers slip right between the gaps of yours and you whine, forcing your eyes open to look up at him. “Open your mouth,” he tells you and you do, tongue out. He spits down into your mouth, his spit running down your tongue, further inside. “Swallow like a good girl.” You do and he shivers. “My good baby sister,” he coos. You gasp through every thrust, eyes closing.
“Heeseung,” you whimper. He shoves into you, grinding his dick hard into you, sending sparks of pain up your spine, the waves of which ebb out into pleasure. “I’m gonna- fuck.”
“Come around me,” he urges. “Come on my cock, baby.”
It shivers through you, shaking all the way through your body. You can barely think, your cunt spasming around his cock. Heeseung leans down, hiding his face in your neck, groaning as he forces a few more thrusts into your tight pussy. You whimper, the drag of his cock inside of you overstimulating your sensitive walls. He tenses up above you, coming inside of you, filling you up. You can feel the heat of it, the throbbing of his cock, the way it seeps out around his cock, too much to stay inside of you.
“Stop avoiding me,” you whisper into the dark, the both of you catching your breath, sweat cooling on your skin. “I did miss you.”
“What about Jungwon?”
“I thought you didn’t mind sharing.” Heeseung pulls back to look at you. “I can like more than one man.”
“You like me?” He asks, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. You roll your eyes, squeezing his hands gently where your fingers are still laced with his.
“You make being your sister very, very difficult,” you inform him. Heeseung kisses you, long and slow and almost sweet.
Heeseung climbs off of you, slowly pulling out. It aches and he kisses your shoulder gently as a silent apology. He gets off the bed and you lie there, sweaty and tired and sated, cum literally leaking out of you for a few moments while Heeseung tucks himself back into his jeans. You look up at him, watching him put himself back together. As soon as he has he reaches a hand out to you, helping you sit up.
“I’m dripping,” you inform him and he smirks. “Wipe that fucking look off your face. I’m a mess. I can’t go out there like this.” The door opens and Heeseung steps forward to cover you, your face hiding in his chest. The door closes and Heeseung glances over, letting out a breath and stepping back. You look around him to see Jungwon standing there with a roll of toilet paper in hand. “Someone let you in the bathroom?” You comment, getting to your feet with Heeseung’s help.
“With luck, it was open,” he says, approaching the two of you. He tears off a section of toilet paper and gets down to his knees, cleaning you up. He also pulls your thong off, shocking a surprised noise out of you. You step out of it when he pulls it down to your feet and stands, handing it to Heeseung. “Your prize,” Jungwon says, looking directly at you as he says it.
“Much obliged,” Heeseung says, also looking at you. You tilt your head at him. “That was the dare. Get the panties off the girl in the bedroom upstairs," he explains, tucking your underwear into his back pocket.
“Oh, you two are so sick,” you tell them, shaking your head at them.
“So are you,” Heeseung reminds you, kissing you. Jungwon kisses you as well the moment Heeseung pulls back.
“You guys wanna kiss now?” You quips. Heeseung and Jungwon share a look and you shake your head, waving a hand. “You know what? Don’t.”
“Are you sure?” Your eomma says for what must be the hundredth time ever since Heeseung told her he was moving into his own place with a couple of the guys. You’re sitting on the kitchen counter, watching her fret over Heeseung, as she has been this whole day. Heeseung stays still, like a good son, and lets her push his bangs away from his face, your dad carrying the last box of his things into the apartment. Jungwon and Jake are watching with thinly veiled amusement as Heeseung finally raises his hands to take her hands in his, stopping her. “I mean, you don’t have to move out! We just moved in with your dad and Y/N, you can stay there until you’ve finished school!” She reasons and Heeseung nods along, but clearly just to placate her. “I just don’t understand why you feel like you have to move out. You don’t! There’s more than enough room for you at home and this apartment,” she turns abruptly, putting her hands on her hips, surveying the small apartment. “Well, it’s just not big enough for three boys,” she insists.
“Eomma, I already signed the lease,” Heeseung says and she huffs at him. “It’s fine! It’s a good apartment and it’s in a good neighborhood and I’m living with Jungwon and Jake!” He gestures to his friends, who smile at her but it doesn’t lessen the worry lines in her forehead. “They’re two of my best friends, we’re all responsible. It’s fine. I told you, I just want to move out. Try living on my own,” Heeseung reasons with her.
“You’re so young!” She says and Heeseung sighs heavily. “You’re still in school! What’s the rush?”
There is no rush but you hop off the counter and share a look with Jungwon, who resists the urge to smirk. You walk around the squabbling mother and son to help your dad with moving the boxes to the side of what will be the living room. Right now it has a single sofa, a media center and a small TV in it. They have a long way to go to make this a home, but it’s a start.
“Honey,” your dad says, resting a hand on your eomma’s shoulder. Heeseung gives your dad desperate eyes and your dad brings your step mother closer. “I know it’s hard to imagine, but they’re growing up. Heeseung wants to try living on his own. I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before Y/N decides she wants to move out too—”
“Don’t say that!” She argues and Jake stifles a snort. “Y/N’s still only in her second year of university, she’s so young! She’s our little girl.” You don’t turn away from the boxes in front of you because you already know Heeseung and Jungwon are making faces at your back at the term ‘little girl.’
“Well, we can’t stop them from becoming adults,” your dad reasons.
“Ugh, fine,” she relents but she’s clearly not happy about it. “But you know you can always come home, right?” She tells him and Heeseung nods.
You don’t know whose idea it was to move into this apartment, but it’s not a bad place and you don’t mind helping them all move in. Heeseung is right, it is in a good neighborhood and with all three of them living in the small apartment, they’ll be able to handle rent and utilities easily. You wander further into the apartment, towards the back that has a large window that looks out over the main street. It’s a drab, boring view right into the center of the city, four stories in the air and not an elevator in sight but it’s a starter apartment. You put your hands on your hips, startling when someone slides their arms around your middle.
“You like it?” Jungwon asks, hooking his chin over your shoulder. “You’re gonna be over a lot, it’d be a shame if you hate it.” He kisses his way across your shoulder, revealed by the strap of your tank top.
“You live with Jake too,” you point out and Jungwon hums into your skin.
“I wouldn’t worry about Jake,” he says and you roll your eyes. “It’s nice, right?”
“You didn’t need to move out,” you inform him but Jungwon ignores you in favor of kissing your shoulder, up to the crook of your neck, further towards your jaw. “Stop it, my dad’s right there,” you tell him, reaching back to swat at his thigh.
“He’s still trying to talk your step mom down,” he tells you and you giggle.
The three of you end up having to spend several hours talking your step mom down from trying to physically drag Heeseung back home and find a way to get him out of the lease. You spend dinner at the new apartment, ordering in while Heeseung and Jake show her around the place, insisting that it’s very well cleaned, the maintenance team is good, she has nothing to worry about. You have to spend that time trying to talk your dad down from interrogating your boyfriend, which is about as much fun as you expected it to be.
“So you’re a… music production major?” He asks and Jungwon nods in agreement.
“Yes, sir.”
“And that pays well, that degree?”
“Dad!”
They don’t end up leaving until the sun has long since gone down and dinner has been cleared away. Your parents hesitate in the doorway though, checking with you.
“I’m just gonna stay a little later with the guys,” you say and your dad narrows his eyes skeptically. “It’s fine, Heeseung and Jake aren’t going anywhere,” you point out. He eases up slightly, your step mom smiling softly at you. “I’ll be home soon.”
“Midnight,” he warns you.
“I’ll be home by midnight,” you agree. He nods in agreement.
“I’ll walk you guys down,” Jake offers, hopping off the couch to take your parents downstairs. You, Heeseung and Jungwon wish both of your parents a good night, waving until the door closes behind them. All three of you stand around, waiting as the sound of their footsteps gets more and more distant. The sound eventually fades away entirely, and then Heeseung has you by the waist, reeling you in.
“I thought they’d never leave,” he complains, kissing you hard. You reach out blindly but Jungwon fills the space quickly, his mouth finding your neck while his hands fumble with your shorts. Heeseung’s hands slide up your shirt, skimming over your bare waist to cup your chest, squeezing at your bra clad breasts. You gasp into his mouth, Jungwon shoving your shorts down so he can push a hand in between your legs.
“Jake’s coming back!” You remind them, words half lost in Heeseung’s lips. Heeseung moves to your throat and Jungwon lifts his head to kiss you again, quieting you.
“I told you, I wouldn’t worry about Jake,” Jungwon whispers into your lips, pushing his tongue into your mouth the next second.
“Oh my god,” you groan, each hand in either boy’s hair. You can feel spit and slick dripping down your slit, pooling on the edge of the counter as Heeseung and Jungwon both suck and lick at your cunt. Heeseung’s tongue is pushed up into your cunt while Jungwon sucks on your clit, the two of them both indulgently eating you. They’ve been at this for so long, you practically ache with oversensitivity but it’s too good to stop them. You lean back against the kitchen cabinets, gasping through waves of pleasure that run through you.
They’re both so intent about it, trading places every so often so they can both taste you, so they can both tongue fuck you and suck on your clit. You’re shaking, trembling through every wave of pleasure, gasping loudly as Heeseung grazes his teeth on your clit, an edge of pain against all the relentless pleasure. You hold him closer to you and he sucks harder at your clit, while Jungwon spreads your pussy open with his fingers, shoving his tongue as deep inside of you as possible.
“I’m gonna come again,” you whine, rocking your hips up towards them. Heeseung pins you down, burying his face further into your cunt, sucking and licking at your clit, Jungwon licking around your entrance. You don’t know how long they’ve been at it but you’ve come twice already and they’ve got you dangling on a wire again. Pleasure pulses through you, deep in your hips, heavy and waiting.
Fingers suddenly plunge inside of you and you shout, hips trying to buck up against Heeseung’s hands holding you down. They curl up against your walls, fucking hard into you until you’re coming, spilling onto the counter and dripping down the cabinets. You tremble on the countertop, fingers fisted in their hair as you come, eyes rolling back, trying to catch your breath.
When they pull back both of them are wiping their mouths of your slick and cum, Jake smirking at you as he sucks your release from his fingers.
“Shit, hyung, no wonder you were so willing to get her alone at that party,” he comments, watching as your chest heaves through every labored breath.
“I told you, Jake,” Heeseung says, eyes raking over your gasping form while Jungwon licks his lips. “There are benefits to moving in with Jungwon and I.”
a/n: *DO NOT ENGAGE IN ROAD HEAD. IT'S DANGEROUS AND STUPID. I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO SAY THIS, JUST DON'T DO IT.
**there is discussion of std / sti testing as well as the use of birth control in the above work, that being said, i still recommend the use of condoms while having sex. please, if you are having sex please be sure you are taking precautions. it's just safer! safe sex saves lives!!
this is a duology, so there's only two parts, so this is the end of the line for stupid games! i hope you guys liked my surprise ending, it all just sort of came together for me towards the end there and i love it. i hope you enjoyed it as well. thanks for loving this idea so much, i never imagined all this love. so thankful to all of you!
step brother!lee heeseung x reader [afab] x brother's best friend!yang jungwon
genre: smut
concept: your father suddenly moving his fiance and her son into your family home is enough to throw your life into a tailspin. add in the appearance of your future step brother's close friend and some completely unexpected sexual tension and suddenly you don't know which way is up anymore.
w/c: 13.8k
warning: family conversations, vague uni au, extensive discussion of dick sizes, sexual tension, reader hooks up with a stranger, stepcest, open ending; sexually explicit content, masturbation, big dick!heeseung & jungwon, dub con, rough sex, degradation, sexualization of familial titles [baby sister, oppa, big brother, etc.], shower sex, light spanking, multiple positions, sexual punishment, oral [m. & f. receiving], throat fucking, orgasm denial, light clit slapping, cumshot, *unprotected sex, creampie [**please let me know if i missed anything!]
To say that you were surprised by your father’s relationship would be an understatement. He didn’t even tell you he was seeing anyone and all of a sudden he’s engaged and this woman and her son are going to be moving into the house. You have nothing against your father being in a relationship, he’s more than welcome to, but you don’t know anything about this woman or her son or what their circumstances are. It’s all so sudden, the house being twice as full as it was previously, your step brother moving into the spare room right next to yours. You don’t even know how old this guy is or what he’s like.
You’re surprised when you meet your father’s fiance and her son to realize that you do know this guy. In fact, you go to the same university as him. His name is Heeseung and he’s a few years your senior, you’ve shared a class or two with him and you’re in the same year as his friend, Jungwon. You greet him as politely as you can, the boy in question meeting you just as politely. Clearly you aren’t the only one who’s been blind sided by this change, so at least you’re on an even keel about that.
While your father and soon-to-be step mother get on with their wedding plans, you and Heeseung begin a tenuous relationship. His room is right next to yours, you have to share a bathroom (which isn’t the worst thing but you don’t love having to hide your period products now that a boy is sharing your bathroom with you), the two of you keep running into each other in the hallways or the stairs or the living room. You don’t mind, you’re just not used to having to share space with someone else. You’re an only child and it’s always been you and your dad since your parents divorced so it’s taking some getting used to.
“It’s just growing pains,” your father says, helping you make dinner. You rinse the rice a little more aggressively than entirely necessary because it’s frustrating. You want to believe him, you and Heeseung will get used to each other, but right now all it feels like is that the two of you keep getting in each other’s way.
You and Jungwon share more classes than Heeseung and you because you’re in the same year so, inevitably, the two of you cross paths during this time. You’re packing up your bag, stuffing your textbook into your messenger bag along with your notebooks when Jungwon meets you at your table. You look at him, surprised to see him at the corner of your desk.
“Y/N, right?” He asks and you nod. No surprise he’s not familiar with you. You’re not especially popular, you have friends but you’re not outgoing, you don’t go to parties or try to be liked, you’re in school to get a degree more than anything. Jungwon though, he’s pretty popular. Heeseung too, it’s half the reason you recognized him when you met him for the first time. Both of them are on the university basketball team, they have a lot of friends and they go to parties every once in a while. At least, you assume so considering you’ve been hearing Heeseung sneaking back into the house at ass o’clock in the morning on Saturdays and Sundays since he moved in.
“Yeah,” you agree. “What’s up, Jungwon?” You ask, picking your bag up to hang on your shoulder.
“Heeseung hyung just moved in with you, right?” Jungwon asks and you shift awkwardly, wrapping your hands around the strap of your bag. “I mean, he mentioned, that’s all. His eomma and your appa or whatever.”
“Yeah, they moved in with us,” you agree. “What about it?”
“Well,” he lifts a hand, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, “hyung and I have this partner project we have to work on for the semester and we’d been doing it at mine but hyung mentioned your place was bigger so he suggested we do it at his, but he also mentioned the whole… family thing.” You nod slowly in understanding. “So, I just wanted to make sure it was cool.”
“I mean, it’s for school, right? And even if it wasn’t, you’re Heeseung’s friend so… I mean, it’s not just my house,” you point out and Jungwon nods. “So, don’t even worry about it. Living room’s yours.”
“Cool,” Jungwon says. “I’ll see you around, Y/N.” You nod in agreement, Jungwon heading out of the room. You sigh to yourself, following after him shortly, resigning yourself to your fate.
Being Heeseung’s younger step sister is your new future, whether you like it or not.
Jungwon starts coming by the house after classes every Tuesday and Thursday to work with Heeseung on their semester-long project, sometimes staying late into the evening. You don’t think much of it, you usually stay out of their way up in your room, only coming down to the living spaces to get something to eat or drink. You hardly pay them any mind at all.
They, however, pay you all the mind.
There are some habits you haven’t actively put any thought into changing ever since Heeseung and his mother moved in, most of which are the way you dress. When you get home from class you still immediately take your bra and your pants off, changing into sleep shorts. It’s far more comfortable and you don’t think anything of it because your dad has never said anything to you about it. You’re a young lady, and his daughter, he doesn’t care. However, this is something Heeseung has taken notice of.
He can’t help the way his eyes follow you around when you’re in the house, especially when you come home after classes, beeline to your room only to come out without a bra and wearing the tiniest shorts he’s ever seen. Your ass is barely covered by the material and he knows you wear thongs just because he’s seen your ass so much and never so much as glimpsed a panty line. It’s hard for him to pay attention to anything else when you walk around the house without a care in the world, your nipples showing through your thin shirts. Heeseung’s even seen you come out of the bathroom after a shower once, clearly having forgotten he was even there and wrapped only in a towel. He stopped right in the doorway of his bedroom and you didn’t even notice he was standing there. He watched droplets of water run from your neck down your chest, disappearing in between your boobs, the towel wrapped around you doing little to disguise your body, the arm you had under your breasts giving ample lift to your chest and offering a little bit of cleavage. He stepped back into his room, shutting the door and pressing his back to it, having to grip himself through his shorts, praying his erection would go away. No way he was getting a boner over his future step sister.
Then again, he had no idea you were so attractive. He didn’t even know you went to the same university as him, let alone the same classes. You’re not especially well known across campus, not that you aren’t kind and funny and friendly, but you don’t put yourself out there like him. Heeseung’s first time meeting you was when he moved in, he was practically floored by the knowledge that you two went to the same college (it’s a big college, but still) and he didn’t know you. The problem is that now he has to face the fact that he’s living with one of the most attractive women he’s ever seen and she’s absolutely off limits. It’s so hard, no pun intended, to keep living with you and fighting off erections at every turn with the way you walk around the house.
He wasn’t even able to really warn Jungwon because he didn’t know. Jungwon knew you better than Heeseung, you shared more classes with him, so he was aware of you, even if you’re not friends. He’s seen you around campus, in his classes, but kind of always assessed you the same way as everyone else. You’re pretty, kind, friendly, put together, not much else. He always knew you were beautiful, that was apparent, but you’ve never dressed in a way that really showcased your figure, tending towards a comfortable style. It makes you cute but far from sexy in his mind.
The way you dress at home though, Jungwon’s jaw nearly dropped when you came down the stairs the first time he was studying with Heeseung and you were in those shorts, braless. You walked right past them without a care in the world, Jungwon’s eyes immediately falling to your ass, barely covered by the cotton shorts. When you came into the room he had to actively fight a blush when you asked if either of them wanted something to drink.
“We’re good,” Heeseung told you and you nodded shortly, turning to head up the stairs. Jungwon watches you, noticing that Heeseung is doing the same, as you walk up the stairs. The both of them could practically see up your shorts, a noise escaping Jungwon when he realized how little underwear you’re wearing. “I know,” Heeseung mumbled, looking over at him. “She does it all the time,” he insisted, voice low.
“She just dresses like that, around the house?” Jungwon asks and Heeseung nods, tongue tucked behind teeth.
“It’s like she doesn’t even realize,” Heeseung confirms.
And you don’t. You don’t think about it at all, the way Jungwon and Heeseung watch you. Soon enough, the way Heeseung and you end up running into each other in the hallway stops being an accident but you don’t realize that either, the way that he’ll brush up against you when he sidles past you, his hands brushing against your waist. You don’t pay it any mind when Jungwon comes into the kitchen when you’re in there, leaning over your back to get a glass down from the cupboard, apologizing the whole way when he ends up pressed against your backside. You brush him off, leaving shortly while Jungwon has to adjust himself in his jeans, hoping you didn’t notice that he was half hard. It’s just part of your normal routine, moving around them, not realizing that nothing is accidental about the way they keep running into you or brushing against your body.
“Hey,” Heeseung says one night while you’re in your room, door open, studying on your bed. You’re lying on your stomach, feet in the air behind you as you study your notes. He glances down at your chest, squished against your bed and offering even more to the eye from how low your tank top is, your shorts still barely covering your ass. You lift your brow, not noticing the way he’s staring at you. “Uh, Jungwon’s staying the night, just so you know,” he finishes.
“Oh,” you say. “In yours?” You ask and he nods. “Alright. Thanks for letting me know, I guess?”
“I just didn’t want you to be surprised if you get up in the morning and he’s in the bathroom,” Heeseung offers. You nod in understanding. “You going to bed?”
“Shortly,” you sigh, looking back down at your notes. “Gender Studies work,” you say, tapping your pen against the page of your notebook.
“Good luck,” he offers and then slips away. You smile to yourself, turning back to your notes.
You stay up much later than you planned, trying to finish your Gender Studies notes and getting a jump on your Communications work as well. You don’t end up turning in until nearly two in the morning, cursing softly to yourself as you have a ten a.m. class. You close your textbook, putting your school things away and step out to do your nightly routine. You glance at Heeseung’s door, shut tight and dark around the edges. Usually, if Heeseung’s awake, there’s some kind of noise coming from the door and either the bright overhead white light or pulsing neon lights are seeping out from the frame of the door. He and Jungwon must be asleep, you think to yourself, going into the bathroom to brush your teeth and do your skincare.
When you go back to your room, you hesitate after turning off the lights. You close the door, locking it, and walk over to the wall you share with Heeseung. You press your ear against it, listening for some kind of sound. Nothing comes through the thin wall, confirming to you that he and his guest are asleep on the other side. Satisfied with that, you go to your closet and root around in the bottom drawer of your sock drawers, finding your vibrator.
You haven’t gotten off in weeks. Living next to Heeseung made you so paranoid about masturbating that you haven’t even touched your toys since he moved in. With him definitely asleep though, you pull it out of the drawer and walk over to your bed, climbing under the covers and shimmying your shorts down your hips. Your thong stays on as you get comfortable, turning the vibrator on.
You’re ultra sensitive from not having touched yourself in so long so you slide the vibrator over your clothed cunt, flinching from the intensity. It’s on the lowest setting and you already know you’re going to come so hard when you get there. You run the tip of the vibrator up over your slit, feeling around until you can find your clit. The moment you touch over your clothed clit with the vibrator a gasping moan jumps out of you, causing you to slap a hand over your mouth. You’re louder than you thought you would be, arousal already beginning to course through you and make your thin panties stick to your folds.
On the other side of the thin wall, Heeseung hears you. His bed is pressed up against the shared wall, the same as yours. He’s not fallen asleep yet, still scrolling on his phone. Jungwon is doing the same, lying on the blow up mattress at the foot of Heeseung’s bed, clearly not having heard anything. Heeseung pauses at the sound though, leaning back against his headboard to keep listening.
Carefully, you bring your hand down from your mouth, tucking your fingers under the straps of your thong to pull it off. The thin crotch material is starting to soak through and you toss it over the edge of the bed, setting your vibrator aside to part your pussy with your fingers, running your fingers gently over your cunt. You’re already so wet, pent up from weeks of not touching yourself, slick leaking all over your fingers as you do. You can’t control the little gasps you let out as you run your fingers over your sensitive folds, up and down and back up to touch your clit. You moan softly as you circle your clit with your fingertip, the bundle of nerves already throbbing underneath your fingers.
“Jungwon,” Heeseung whispers. Jungwon looks up and Heeseung nods to the wall. Jungwon’s brow creases but he closes his phone and gets up. He crawls onto the bed, Heeseung pressing a finger to his lips to indicate he be quiet. Jungwon joins him on the bed and Heeseung points to the wall. Jungwon leans his head against it, listening. “Do you hear that?” Heeseung whispers.
Through the wall, Jungwon can hear you gasping and whining. The walls aren’t very thick in the house, clearly, because he can hear every noise you make. It’s obvious what you’re doing on the other side of the wall and his mouth falls open, the corner of his lips turning up a little at the realization. Heeseung presses closer, listening intently.
“Fuck,” you curse to yourself, picking your vibrator back up. You turn it back on, holding your folds open to touch the tip to your clit. Your whole body flinches, unused to the intensity of the vibrator, a loud moan escaping you on accident. Both of the boys hear it clearly from how loud you are, Heeseung biting his lip while Jungwon smirks to himself. You bite your own lip in an attempt to quiet yourself but you rock your hips up against the vibrator, desperate for more. It feels so good, slick leaking profusely from you as you circle your clit with the tip, bringing yourself closer and closer to the edge. It’s not far off, it’s building so fast inside of you you already know your orgasm won’t take long.
Your gasps and moans come through the thin wall, pouring out of you quickly, you certainly unaware that you’re being loud enough to attract an audience. You have no idea Heeseung and Jungwon are listening in, palming their cocks to the sounds you’re making. Heeseung resists his own urges to moan as he rocks his hips against his hand, Jungwon pressing hard on his own dick. Both of their shorts have obvious tents from how hard they’re getting, listening to you get off.
You take the vibrator off of your clit and slide it up and down your cunt, gathering your slick on the toy. You’re clenching uselessly around nothing, your cunt practically aching with the desire to be filled. You spread your legs further, allowing you to tuck the tip inside of yourself. It aches a little bit but in the best way, the way your walls are unfamiliar in the stretch of something inside of you. You take it slowly, sliding it deeper and deeper inside of you, your eyes rolling back as moans pour from your mouth. All thoughts of being quiet have fled you now, your own desperation fueling you to get yourself off.
You start fucking yourself slowly, easing the toy deep inside of you, the vibrations of it shuttering through you. Heeseung and Jungwon listen intently on the other side of the wall, Heeseung giving up all pretenses and shoving a hand into his shorts. Jungwon follows his lead, the both of them leaned back against the wall, biting their lips to keep themselves quiet, fisting their cocks as you moan. Both of their minds are filled with vivid images of what you must look like, gasping little moans leaving you at the same rhythm they fuck their hands at, assuring them that you must be fucking yourself with something.
You bring your other hand to your clit, rubbing your fingers in circles around it, sending sparks down your spine to settle into your hips. The sound of the vibrator inside of you is wet, obscene with the way you’re trying so hard to get yourself over the edge. Your hands both speed up and your moans get higher in pitch until you’re practically keening, cursing under your breath in hopes of getting off.
“C’mon, c’mon,” you whine, back arching. On the other side of the wall, Jungwon is chanting the came thing under his breath, palming the tip of his cock, and then stroking roughly down the length of himself, wet with precum. Heeseung’s head is tipped back against the wall, eyes pinched shut as he listens to you get off, fingers tight around himself, trying to last, trying to wait until he hears the sweet sound of your orgasm to get over the edge.
“Oh, fuck,” you whimper, your orgasm rushing through you. You press your fingertips down on your clit, which is pulsing under your fingers, cunt spasming around your vibrator. The vibrations keep you shuddering through your orgasm, wetness seeping out around the vibrator. You gasp, trying to catch your breath.
Heeseung chokes on a noise, trying to be quiet as he comes inside of his shorts, Jungwon biting so hard on the inside of his lip he can taste blood when he comes. Both of them seep through their boxers, staining their shorts as they come all over their hands. The sound of your own gasps as you come down from your orgasm makes certain you don’t hear them trying to catch their own breath on the other side of the wall.
Heeseung looks over at Jungwon, who nods slightly. In the darkness of his bedroom, they make a silent agreement.
They have to have you.
When you wake up in the morning, you roll out of bed and head to the bathroom as you do every morning. You’re usually awake well before Heeseung and he doesn’t even shower in the morning so you grab the doorknob of the bathroom door, not even checking to see if it’s locked. You push it open easily, lifting your head only to immediately gasp, turning your head, covering your eyes with your hand.
“Oh my God, I am so sorry!” You insist, looking away, covering the side of your face with your hand. Heeseung looks at Jungwon, who’s leisurely wrapping his towel around his waist while Heeseung tucks himself back into his shorts.
“It’s fine,” Heeseung says, closing the toilet seat.
“No, I, uh, don’t think so. I’ll just… I’ll just go,” you say, turning around. “Sorry again. I didn’t- sorry.”
“No worries,” Jungwon says, tying the towel around his waist. You rush back out, closing the door behind you. You let out a breath, shaking your head to yourself. When you go back to your bedroom, you check the time on your phone.
Barely eight in the morning and you’ve already seen two different dicks. Is this a sign for how the day is going to go?
That night, you bring home dinner for you and Heeseung, your parents both working, as they tend to do. They still haven’t changed their routine from working long hours, due to being single parents for so long, so you and Heeseung are home alone a lot in the evenings, left to fend for yourselves. Tonight, you bring home food for the both of you, a meal and a quiet apology all at once. Heeseung looks up, surprised, when you come home from classes later than usual, putting a box of chicken on the coffee table in front of the couch where he’s stationed himself with his own studying. He looks up at you while you wrap your arms around yourself, giving him an awkward smile.
“What’s up?” He asks, slowly closing his textbook on his notebook.
“Just… dinner,” you say, nodding to the meal in front of him. Heeseung lifts a confused brow. “And… I’m sorry. About this morning.” Heeseung scoffs, shaking his head as he goes back to his studying. “Look, I know it’s not a big deal to you, but it is to me. I mean… I don’t want us to be uncomfortable around each other. And I really feel bad I didn’t get a chance to apologize to Jungwon, I mean—” Heeseung moves his notebook aside, closing his textbook loudly. You cut yourself off as he sets it aside, slowly rising to his feet.
“I’m not uncomfortable,” he informs you. “But you sure seem to be.” You blush, tucking your hair behind your ear, while Heeseung shifts his weight, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Look, it happens, okay? It was early in the morning and you’re usually awake before me. Jungwon and I got up early because we crashed early and he wanted a shower so I went to the bathroom. No big deal. You don’t need to be worried about it, I’m not stressed about you walking in on us.”
“But I saw—”
“What, my dick?” Heeseung asks crassly and you lift your eyes towards the ceiling, inexplicably embarrassed when he doesn’t seem to be. “Whatever. Who cares?” It surprises you that he’s so cool about his future step sister seeing his junk. “And if you’re worried Jungwon is embarrassed about you seeing his, he’s not, okay? Trust me.” He steps around the table to get closer to you. “I know it might be a big deal to a girl for a guy to see her naked, but to a dude? It’s not a big deal, so don’t worry about it.” You nod in understanding, biting the corner of your lip.
Heeseung gets closer to you, standing right at your shoulder and you stiffen up, surprised by his closeness. It’s rare you’ve ever been this close to him, unless it’s a brief moment in passing but Heeseung hovers over your shoulder now, in your personal space. He leans in, lips nearly brushing your ear when he does so.
“And for the record,” he adds, voice low, “Jungwon and I have nothing to be embarrassed about when it comes to our cocks anyway.” Your eyes widen and he leans back, walking towards the kitchen. You turn, watching him go. “You want something to drink?” He calls out, casual as ever. You swallow hard, trying to process his comment. Heeseung looks over at you from the kitchen island. “With dinner?” He prompts and you nod slowly.
“Yeah. Uh, just water is fine,” you tell him and he nods, turning to the fridge.
Heeseung’s comment stays in your brain, sitting at the forefront of your mind for far longer than it should. Mostly because you just don’t know why he even said it? Why would Heeseung make such a comment to you, what was the purpose? Of course the part about you not being embarrassed makes sense but to make such a crass comment about… his dick size? And not even just his, but his friend’s as well. Not only is it inappropriate but it’s just… a little bit strange to you.
You try to brush it aside but it’s hard to ignore, especially because you didn’t get a good look when you saw either of their dicks the first time. It’s like telling someone not to touch something or not to think about something, once you realize you don’t actually know, it’s all you can think about. Is he really that well endowed? Is Jungwon?
That’s inappropriate too, though, you realize. There is no reason you should be so curious about your future step brother’s dick size, that’s ridiculous. However…
Is it so inappropriate to be curious about Jungwon?
You can allow yourself to be curious about Jungwon. You think it might be crossing a boundary to be into your step brother’s friend, but is it really? Jungwon is the same age as you, in comparison to Heeseung who’s a few years older. You share classes, he seems sweet, and he’s very attractive. Would it be so bad to be interested in your step brother’s friend?
Reasoning your attraction and curiosity out, you start to notice Jungwon when he comes over more than before. Thankfully, he doesn’t bring up the bathroom incident so neither do you and the two of you go on about things as business as usual. He comes over, he works on the project with Heeseung, they shoot the shit for hours and he usually goes home. Sometimes he stays the night, but not too often. The only thing that really changes is that when you come down and see him working with your soon-to-be step brother, your eyes linger.
Your eyes linger much longer than they should when you look at Jungwon. You spend long moments hanging around in the kitchen, getting your drink or your snacks slowly, glancing over at them when Jungwon isn’t looking. At least, when you think he isn’t looking. It’s always better when they’re in the living room because you can see them from behind the kitchen island and you can let your eyes roam over all of him.
It’s those moments that Heeseung’s comment comes back around to the forefront of your mind, and your eyes drift from the broadness of his shoulders or the narrowness of his waist down to where his legs are splayed open. He and Heeseung both sit like boys, so they manspread severely, legs dropped open when they sit on the couch. You try your damnedest not to even glance at your future step brother even though his thighs are just as spread as Jungwon’s. Instead, you let your gaze drop down between Jungwon’s legs, trying to assess how truthful Heeseung’s comment was.
It’s hard to tell whenever he’s wearing jeans so you don’t get much from that, usually giving up in short order. But when he’s wearing sweats, when he comes by towards exam season and he’s in casual wear, it’s a little more obvious. He doesn’t wear anything too tight, but clearly Heeseung wasn’t being hyperbolic when he mentioned that they don’t have anything to be embarrassed about.
He’s soft, it’s not like he’s got a hard on when he comes over, but when he pulls his sweats up around his crotch when he sits down, you can see it where it lies against his thigh. Jungwon’s clearly sizable, well endowed for sure. You find yourself subconsciously licking your lips when you see it, turning your attention away when you think Jungwon is noticing you. You usually try to make a hasty escape back upstairs when that happens, hiding away in your bedroom and hopeful to take your mind off the fact that you’re starting to get wet between your own legs.
What you don’t know is that Jungwon knows you’re looking. He and Heeseung both, they know you’ve got wandering eyes ever since Heeseung said that to you. He was hopeful you would get curious, that you might start to look. He’s not surprised that your gaze seems to be mostly fixated on Jungwon, but still, it’s fun to watch you squirm. You’re not nearly as subtle as you think you are, shifting against the island when you’re looking at Jungwon, your leaves a little too quick to not be suspicious. They both know what you’re doing, and Jungwon is more than willing to give you a show.
It starts when he starts wearing sweats to the house, adjusting his sweats around his crotch when he sits down, spreading his thighs for you to see. He knows you can see him, he knows you’re looking at his dick, so sometimes he reaches down and adjusts himself. He looks at you from the corner of his eye, resisting the urge to smirk when you start to blush. Sometimes he’ll just bring his hand down, resting it over himself, drawing even more of your attention to him. He’s not done anything too out of pocket yet but he’s thought about it.
He’s thought about letting his hand run up and down his cock, stroking himself over the top of his sweats. Jungwon’s wondered what your reaction might be to that, if you would stay to watch him touch himself, stay to watch him thicken up in his sweats. Would you like it as much as he would?
It’s a bit of a cat and mouse game, the two of you have going on. You just don’t realize that you’re the mouse.
The semester ends, and subsequently so does the school year. Your dad and Heeseung’s mother keep to their unexpected schedule and elope once the school year has ended, leaving you and your brand new step brother to stay in the house, by yourselves, for a whole month. You can’t bring yourself to be surprised by this turn of events but it is less than preferred, considering you and Heeseung are still barely friends. The idea of being alone with him for a whole month isn’t exactly on your list of things to do for the summer off from university.
“He’s a good kid,” your dad tells you when you call him once he and his new wife land in Okinawa for their honeymoon. “I know this is all unexpected and it’s kind of a lot, but you know I wouldn’t leave you with someone I don’t trust.” Begrudgingly, you agree. “Okay then. Besides, you’re only a few years his junior, I’m sure you’re just not used to each other yet. Give it some time. And hey, maybe this is what you need, a little more time just the two of you. Bonding or whatever.”
“Yeah, dad,” you sigh into the phone. “Bonding with my new big brother.”
The only upside to this summer is that you’re not being forced to spend evenings with Jungwon anymore. Heeseung said that they got a great grade on their semester project and that was that. He doesn’t have to hang around anymore, taking up all the space in the brain that you could be using for other things. Like finally going out and maybe finding a guy that will release all your pent up sexual energy that’s being projected onto Heeseung and Jungwon.
(You haven’t stopped thinking about Heeseung. You’ve been actively avoiding it but it’s still there, in the back of your mind, like a skeleton in the closet. As much as you’ve been focused on Jungwon, you literally live with Heeseung, who keeps hovering around you like a specter. His room is right next to yours, you share a bathroom, which you are now religiously knocking on before opening the door. He’s always there so as much as you’ve been trying to direct your sexual repression towards Jungwon, it’s hard to avoid Heeseung.)
At least, you thought so.
“So,” Heeseung says, leaning on the doorway of your bedroom, arms crossed over his chest. You look over at him from where you’re lying on your bed. You sit up, crossing your legs as you do so. There’s a silent stalemate between the two of you, trying not to let each other know how hard you’re both looking. Your gaze is sweeping over him as subtly as you can manage, from his exposed arms in his sleeveless top to the slight dick print in the front of his joggers. His eyes are trying to avoid staring at your nipples where they’re very evidently printed on the chest of your tank top, hesitantly glancing down towards your crotch where he can almost see up the leg of your tiny sleep shorts. “With both of our parents out,” he plows on, trying to bring his attention back to his point, “looks like it’s just us.”
“That would seem to be the case,” you agree. “Why?”
“Would it be cool if Jungwon stayed here a little while?” He asks and you freeze up.
Jungwon. Of all people, of all of Heeseung’s friends, he had to choose Jungwon. You’ve met Heeseung’s other friends, you know he has other friends and yet. And yet.
“Jungwon,” you repeat slowly and he nods. “Why?”
“His sister is driving him crazy,” Heeseung says, walking into your room. He pulls the chair out at your desk and sits down. Immediately, his legs are spread wide open, making his cock even more obvious as the material of his joggers stretches out. You force your eyes to stay on his face. “His noona’s well meaning but she’s engaged and out of school and totally piling on Jungwon whenever his parents nag him. He was hoping it would be cool if he stayed here for a little while, just to get out from under their well meaning thumbs.”
“Why here?” You ask. Heeseung laughs.
“Why else? Our parents are gone,” he points out and you roll your eyes. He makes a good point. “He already told them our parents were cool with it. The only hold up here is you.” You widen your eyes, pointing to yourself. “Jungwon didn’t want to stay if you didn’t say you were down. So, are you down?” He asks, lifting a brow.
You want to say no. You want to say no so bad. The idea of spending however long in this house, with just Heeseung and Jungwon as company, sounds like a nightmare. It sounds like you’re going to slowly lose your mind. But you can’t say no, because the only thing Heeseung’s going to think about you is that you’re a boring, stickler-for-the-rules sister that he’s never going to want to ask for anything ever again. At the very least, you want a decent, civil relationship with your step brother. So you cave.
“Yeah, sure, whatever,” you brush off like it doesn’t even matter. You pick your phone back up and drop back down on your bed. You don’t see the way Heeseung tilts his head, trying to look up your shorts, from behind your phone. “Just let me know when he’s coming by.”
“Sure thing,” Heeseung says, hopping up. “He’ll stay in mine, since I have that blow up mattress,” he tells you, headed for the door. You hum, only vaguely listening, dreading it. “Oh,” he says, stopping in the doorway of your room. He turns back and you look at him, lifting a brow. “Now that I’m your brother… do you want to call me oppa?” He suggests and you scoff.
“I’m good, thanks,” you tell him. He grins, turning away with a laugh.
“Just checking,” he comments. “See you, baby sister.”
“Yah!” You yell, sitting up in bed again. Heeseung’s laughter echoes in the hallway, only getting cut off by his bedroom door closing.
Jungwon comes by the next day and greets you politely. You greet him back, Heeseung taking Jungwon up to his bedroom, an arm wrapped around his shoulders. You quietly pray to every God you can think of that Jungwon doesn’t stay very long.
It takes less than a day for there to be a palpable energy around the house. It’s suffocating, the way that you can’t go anywhere without feeling like their eyes are on you. You know that it’s your brain, dramatizing everything, especially without school or your parents as a barrier between the three of you. Still, it’s enough that you end up locking the doors every time you go to your room or the bathroom. It’s enough to have you on the edge of your seat, feeling like any moment could be the moment one of you is going to snap, and you can’t be sure that it’s not going to be you. This alone convinces you to do something you never do: go to the club.
Your friend Kazuha insists even when you tell her that you’re feeling suffocated by your step brother and his friend. She says, “the school year is over and you are a single woman with no parental supervision. It would be a crime to not go out and do something dumb while you’re free and clear! I’m serious!” She is right, you have to admit to that, so you agree to go out with her and a few other of your other friends, getting dressed up and doing your makeup, the whole nine.
It’s while you’re putting your lipstick on that Jungwon knocks on the doorframe of your bedroom. You call out to him and he pushes your door the rest of the way open.
“Oh,” he says and you look over at him. “Uhm, going somewhere?” He asks, his eyes raking over your figure. It feels visceral, the weight of his eyes on your body. You’re dressed much nicer than you usually do, in a dress even, with your hair and face all done up. When you stand up you have to shimmy your skirt down your legs a little bit, covering your thighs further. Jungwon’s eyes are hot on your skin.
“I am,” you agree. You grab your boots from the rack by your closet, going over to the bed to put them on. “What’s up?”
“Uhm… hyung and I are going out. But I guess… you are too?” He hazards and you nod, zipping the sides of your boots up. “You… want a ride?” He asks but you shake your head, standing back up. You snag your purse from the back of your desk chair, looping it around yourself.
“My friends are picking me up,” you tell him, walking over to the door. Jungwon’s eyes run up and down you again and you can’t help the satisfaction that bubbles up, knowing he’s staring at you like that. It kind of feels like the shoe is on the other foot, with the way that Jungwon can’t take his eyes off of you. “You mind?” You ask and Jungwon clears his throat, stepping back to let you step out of your bedroom.
You head down the stairs with Jungwon hot on your heels, finding Heeseung in the living room, spinning his keyring on his finger. You knew he had a car, but he doesn’t often use it. Traffic in the city is insane enough, taking the bus is just easier than the hassle of dealing with other cars on the road. You get down to the bottom of the stairs and Heeseung looks over, catching his keys in the palm of his hand. His eyes immediately run up and down your figure, taking you in quickly.
“You… coming with us?” He asks but you shake your head.
“Friends are picking me up,” you relay to him as well. He looks around you to Jungwon, who shrugs. “The girls wanted me to go out with them tonight. So, don’t wait up, okay?” You say, reaching over to touch him gently on the shoulder. Heeseung nods, turning his head to watch you go. You snag your keys and open the door, pausing to look back at them. “Have fun, boys!” You chirp and then close the door behind you.
It’s nearly three in the morning when you come back to the house, gently closing the door behind you. You saw Heeseung’s car parked outside, so clearly the guys are already back, and you really don’t want them to know that you’re getting home so late. It’s rare you go out, the last thing you want the two of them to think is that you do this often. You take your boots off, carrying them through the house to avoid making as much noise as possible as you creep up towards your bedroom.
You’ve just opened your bedroom door when the door beside your bedroom opens suddenly. You freeze up, fear coursing through you as Heeseung steps out. In retrospect, you should’ve just gone into your room and you probably would’ve avoided everything that comes after, but you don’t. Instead you stand stock still in the hallway as Heeseung closes the door behind him, leaning back against it with his arms crossed over his chest.
“You’re home late,” he comments.
“Yeah,” you say, lifting a hand to adjust your hair to fall over the shoulder facing him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I was just about to go to bed.”
“I’ve been awake this whole time,” Heeseung informs you and you swallow thickly. He turns his head to look at you. He looks angry, which is strange and unexpected. “What the hell were you thinking, staying out this late? It’s nearly three in the morning, you know that? You think that’s appropriate?”
“Excuse me?” You ask, set on edge with the way he’s talking to you. “What’s it to you what time I’m coming home from a night out? In case you forgot, I’m an adult and you’re barely my older brother.” Heeseung’s jaw clenches. “You have no right to tell me what is and isn’t appropriate for me. If I want to go out until three in the morning, that’s my business. And I told you not to wait up for me, so maybe you should’ve just gone to bed.” You push your bedroom door open further, stepping inside. Heeseung hisses between his teeth, following you into your bedroom.
You turn around when you hear the door close behind you, opening your mouth to tell him to get out when his hand is suddenly on your waist, pulling you in. You gasp as he drags you closer to him, flicking your hair back from your neck. You lift a hand to cover your neck but Heeseung is faster, grabbing your wrist with his free hand. You’re shocked still by his sudden aggressiveness.
“I knew it,” he says, smirking at you. “Is that why you stayed out so late, you were too busy fucking around with boys?” He shoves you towards the bed, causing you to stumble backwards, landing on the edge of your bed. Your neck is mottled with red and purple bruises from the guy you met and subsequently fucked in the club. You were hoping to keep that to yourself, you didn’t want the guys to know what you were doing at the club. It’s too late for that now though, and your silence seems to only incense him further.
Heeseung is on you the next second, forcing you down onto your bed, climbing on top of you. You struggle to get him off of you but he has your wrists in his hands, pinning them to your bed. You aren’t strong enough to get him off of you, he’s too big and heavy for you to struggle out from underneath. He drags your hands up above your head, holding both of your wrists down with just one of his. He takes your jaw in hand with his free one, forcing you to look up at him.
“Is this what you went out for?” He asks, holding you in place. “Is this what you wanted? Just a filthy little slut, aren’t you? Let a man put his hands all over you, cover you in fucking bruises. My precious baby sister, such a fucking whore.”
“Get off of me!” You complain, still trying to thrash underneath him. “I’m not! You’re just jealous!”
“Oh, I’m jealous,” Heeseung laughs, voice softening into a more mocking tone. “I’m jealous of some punk who put his hands all over you. I have nothing to be jealous of, you’re the one who chose some fucking asshole when I’ve been right here this whole fucking time. Why would I be jealous of some limp dicked punk who probably didn’t even make you come?”
You bite back your retort, because he didn’t make you come. He fucked you in the bathroom stall, too hard and fast for it to be pleasurable at all, and then came into the condom. When he asked if it was good you panted out a, “yeah,” and let it go because it wasn’t even worth it. When you came back to the table the girls asked you if he was good and you didn’t even get a chance to lie before Yunjin was patting your hand and telling you it happens and not to be discouraged. It fills you with so much shame, you’re embarrassed and frustrated because you know your thong is soaked through from being turned on but never reaching orgasm. But you don’t want to give Heeseung the satisfaction.
“You think you’re so fucking good in bed, don’t you?” You retort instead and Heeseung moves his hand from your jaw to your throat, squeezing. It makes your breath catch but you continue. “Think you’re some hot shit, make a girl come so easily. You don’t know shit.”
“I know you’re bluffing,” Heeseung says with a smirk. “I know you’re fucking dripping.” He lets his hand slide down your neck, over your chest, taking his time to squeeze your breast tightly. You resist the urge to moan as he does so, only for his hand to keep going until he’s fisting the bottom of your dress where it’s stretched around your thighs, Heeseung balancing on your legs. He pulls the hem up, nearly to your navel and shoves his hand down between your legs. You gasp as he does so, his hand cupping your wet cunt. “Oh, you didn’t come, did you?” He teases you, and you try to close your legs around his hand. “Ah, ah,” he says, dropping a leg down between yours. He uses his knee to pry your legs further open, allowing him to run his fingers over your wet thong. “Pretty little cunt’s so wet, isn’t it? So wet and needy, I know you didn’t fucking come. I bet you’ve been on edge this whole fucking time.”
“Get off of me.”
“No, baby,” Heeseung tells you, hooking a finger around your thong to pull it to the side. “Why would I get off of you when you’re right where I want you.” He takes his hand back and adjusts to stand between your legs. He pushes his sweats down off of his hips, revealing his cock. You gasp when you look down and see him already standing erect between his thighs. “I’m gonna teach you a lesson, baby.” He guides the swollen head of his cock to your exposed slit, running it up and down, collecting your wetness. You whimper, trying to close your legs but Heeseung’s legs are in the way. “You wanna play stupid games? Well, here’s your fucking prize.”
His cock splits you open when he shoves himself in to the base all at once. You cry out, back arching, eyes rolling as he fills you abruptly. He’s so much bigger than the guy your fucked at the club the stretch of him aches, thick and long and so deep inside of you it feels like he’s inside of your gut. You’re so wet your cunt swallows him up easily, pleasure surging through you immediately. Heeseung groans deeply, the hot press of your pussy around him so much better than he even imagined.
“Look at you,” Heeseung coos, rocking his hips slowly into you. He reaches down to pick up one of your knees, hooking it over his hip. It stretches you open further, giving him more room. “Fuck, you’re so much better than I even imagined. Such a good girl for me, now that I’ve stuffed you with my cock, huh? You’re gonna be a good girl for me?”
“Heeseung,” you whine, hands flexing, wrists pushing up against his palm. He presses down harder, the pressure around your wrists enough to hurt. “Let go, please, let go.” You writhe underneath him, wishing for just that little bit more range of motion, trapped into a pin as you are, making it even more difficult to chase his thrusts.
“Are you gonna be good?” He asks, picking up the pace with his thrusts. The strength of his thrusts shakes you with every push of his hips against yours, the sounds of skin against skin and the bed creaking under your combined movements filling the room. The longer it goes on the wetter it sounds and you nod, desperate. You’re so on edge, so needy to come after your ruined orgasm earlier that you can’t help yourself. Your breath comes out in short little gasps, whining every time he buries himself inside of you. “Yeah, you’re gonna be good for me. Baby sister.”
The name shutters through you. It’s so fucked up, you’re barely his sister but it seems to get him off, the control in those words. At this point, you’ll say anything, you’ll do anything if it means Heeseung gets you to come so you agree.
“Yes, yes,” you whine. “Please, please, oppa.” It just comes out of you. Heeseung groans, hips stuttering like he can’t control it. He lets go of your hands to instead grab your other thigh, hoisting your legs over his shoulders instead. He bends you in half on the edge of your bed, the new angle shoving him in even deeper, pressing him right up against your g spot, hands on either side of your waist. You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from screaming, closing your hands around his wrists, nails digging crescents into his skin. Heeseung fucks you hard and fast, but he’s skilled unlike that other guy, he fucks you with such precision you’re shaking, trembling underneath him.
“Gonna make you fucking come,” Heeseung promises you. “I’m gonna make you come so hard all over my cock.” You whine helplessly underneath him as he holds you down just by bearing his weight down onto you, pressing you down into the mattress with every thrust. Your orgasm is right there, you can feel it, right at the precipice of falling over, your entire world narrowing down to the feeling of Heeseung’s cock buried balls deep inside of you.
Heeseung rips his hand from yours, your fingers instead fisting the blankets while he shoves his hand between your legs when you begin to writhe around, finding your clit with practiced ease. He rubs your clit roughly, sending a shower of sparks through you. It finally throws you over the edge, your cunt clenching hard around him. Heeseung’s hips stutter again, your cunt so tight around him he can barely stave off his own orgasm. He pulls out of you abruptly, making you whine and then lets go of you to stroke himself quickly. Your legs fall off of his shoulders, hitting the floor and spreading you open for him. Heeseung bites out moans as he jerks himself off, his cock covered in a layer of your cum and slick, messy and wet.
He grunts lowly as he comes, splattering cum all over your used pussy. You gasp at the first spurt of warm cum that sprays onto your cunt and stains your thong where it’s still pulled to the side, dripping over your mound and down over your folds. Heeseung jerks himself off slowly, milking his orgasm, intent on covering your pussy in every last drop of himself. When he’s finally done, cock softening in his hand he lets go of himself and leans over you.
“Open your mouth,” he tells you and you, blissed out and obedient, do as he says. He runs two fingers over your cum covered cunt and then brings them up, pushing them into your mouth. He smears the cum over your tongue, watching as you close your mouth around his fingers, sucking the taste of both of you off of his digits. “What a good girl, my baby sister is,” he coos, pulling his fingers out of your mouth.
When you wake up in the morning, you hesitate in the doorway of your bedroom. You look over at Heeseung’s bedroom door, the door still closed after Heeseung went back to his room last night.
“You won’t tell anyone, right?” You ask, changing out of your club outfit after Heeseung cleaned you up. He scoffs, tossing the washcloth he used to clean you up in your hamper. He turns to you, walking over to turn you around and take your chin in his fingers, tipping your head up. You cover your chest, still only half dressed. He smirks, pulling your hands down away from your breasts. You try to shrink away from him but Heeseung cups one of your breasts in hand, holding you still by your chin as he gropes you, circling your pert nipple with his thumb. It feels better than you want to admit, letting him touch you.
“Why would I ever tell anyone? I wouldn’t want to ruin this for either of us.” He leans down, kissing you. It’s the first time he’s kissed you and he does so aggressively, shoving his tongue into your mouth, tasting the linger flavor of cum on your tongue. He moans into your mouth and you reach out, resting your hands on his shoulders. He lets go of your chin and chest to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you up against him. You moan softly into his mouth, unable to help yourself. When he pulls back, he nips softly at your lower lip. “I won’t tell anyone,” he assures you. “Just as long as you never try to pull at a club ever again. You have cock at home.”
“Yes, oppa.” You can feel it when he shivers.
You go to the bathroom, trying to move past it. Of all the taboo relationships in the world, you’re willingly letting your step brother fuck you. Still, it’s not like you’re the only one who wants it and it’s not like you’re actually related. You wonder if you can reason anything out as you get ready to shower, thinking back to how you reasoned out not feeling bad about being attracted to Jungwon.
God, Jungwon. You almost forgot.
You try to push that thought aside as you start the shower, stripping out of your clothes. You step into the stall once the water is hot, dipping underneath the spray. Starting your shower routine, you pour shampoo into your hand, beginning to scrub it through your hair. With your eyes closed and your music playing and the shower going overhead, you don’t hear anything. You don’t even hear the sound of the door opening.
While you’re washing and rinsing your hair you remain blissfully aware of the person outside the shower stall. They open the shower stall door and you sigh, fully expecting it to be Heeseung. If he’s this insatiable, you don’t know what you’re going to do.
“Already, oppa?” You say, eyes still closed, hair near completely rinsed out.
“Wrong person.” Your eyes open as you straighten your head, finding Jungwon in front of you. You open your mouth but Jungwon curls a hand over your hip, the other covering your mouth, pressing you up against him while silencing you at the same time. “What’s wrong, you were expecting hyung? No surprise there, considering the way you were two were fucking like animals last night.” Your eyes widen, panic lancing through you. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. But everything has a price.” He slowly lowers his hand from your mouth.
You weren’t going to scream anyway, no one was going to come to your rescue. Knowing the two of them, if Heeseung were to find Jungwon in here with you, he might just join in. Then again, he was terribly jealous of the idea of someone else being with you last night. God, you just can’t get a read on Heeseung. He seems like such a nice guy, nice enough that your dad insisted that you would be safe with him, that he trusted him.
Well, he clearly also has no idea.
“You want me to fuck you for your silence?” You ask, lifting a brow at him.
“As if you don’t already want to,” he retorts. “You think I didn’t see the way you would stare directly at my dick this past semester?” You flush, which surprises you because at this point, what do you even have to be embarrassed about? Jungwon overheard you getting fucked by your step brother. “What’s wrong, you really think I’m gonna buy that you’re shy? You’re covered in bruises and I know hyung didn’t do that to you.” Damn the hickeys on your neck. He gently tilts your chin up with a finger. “That guy really made a mess of you, huh? And for what? A subpar fuck?”
“You and Heeseung really have big dick complexes, huh?” You comment, unable to help yourself. Jungwon narrows his eyes at you and then turns you, pushing you up against the wall. You gasp, surprised by the cold tile against your back. He leans in, sliding a hand down your side, towards your hip and then your thigh. He hooks your leg over his hip, your muscles aching from the way you were bent in half just last night.
“It’s not a complex, if it’s true,” Jungwon tells you. He brings his other hand down between your legs, running his fingers over your cunt. “Already getting wet for me?” He asks, pushing his fingers up into you. You grip his shoulders, surprised by the sudden intrusion. You’re still loose from last night but you ache a little bit, your walls protesting against the way he prods at them. “Look at that. You are a filthy slut, aren’t you? Already so desperate to get dicked down again?”
You glance down between his legs and swallow. All those times you saw his dick print in his sweats and you thought for sure he was big, at least you can say you were right. His cock is already protruding lewdly from between his thighs, rosy at the tip with prominent veins running down the side. He’s not bigger than Heeseung but he is plenty big, enough that you already know it’s going to feel like he’s splitting you open.
“What’s wrong?” He asks and you glance back up at him. “Don’t worry, baby, it’s gonna fit. You took Heeseung after all.”
“You guys comparing dick sizes when I’m not looking?” You quip and Jungwon laughs.
“Why? Only men who have something to prove do that.” He takes his cock in hand and pulls you closer, tilting your hips up against his. He slides the head of his cock up and down your slit, the tip bumping your clit with every slide. Pleasure begins to pool inside of you, your cunt wetting further as he does so. “What do we have to prove?” He pushes up inside of you, making you gasp, mouth dropping open as he fills you. “Fuck, you’re still so tight,” he groans, splaying a hand on the wall beside your head as he starts rocking his hips into yours, deeper and deeper, filling you full.
“Jungwon,” you whine, tipping your head back against the wall. The tile is a cool contrast to the heat of his body, the heat of the water still spraying onto you. It grounds you against the way Jungwon is fucking you, faster and faster, your body shaking against the wall. You might actually leave this shower with bruises, the way Jungwon is jostling you with every thrust.
The sound of skin against skin, the slapping of wet skin and your panting and his moans fill the bathroom. It echoes out through the room over the sound of the shower, your music doing little to drown out the sounds of your fucking. You gasp through every rough thrust, clutching hard at Jungwon’s shoulders as he fucks you, the sound of your blood rushing through you is loud in your ears, your cunt pulsing, clenching and unclenching with every precise thrust of his hips into yours.
“Fuck,” Jungwon curses, and then pulls out. You whine at the loss, only to be turned over. Your previously suspended leg lands shakily as Jungwon lets go of you, instead pressing your shoulder to the wall, reeling your hips back with his other hand. Your breasts are pressed against the cool tile, your hands scrabbling against it as Jungwon aligns himself again, sheathing himself back into you with one hard thrust. You moan, eyes rolling back, cheek against the tile as you’re filled again. This time at an even better angle.
“Oh, God,” you moan, trying to fuck yourself back on his cock.
“Yeah, that’s good?” Jungwon asks, pressing his fingers hard into your hips. “That’s what you like, when I take you from behind. When I fuck this tight pussy from the back.” He lets go of your shoulder to bring his hand down on your ass, the smack of his hand on your bare ass echoing through the room. You yelp, the pain shocking your system and making your whole body tingle. “Yeah, you’re a filthy little slut, aren’t you? Getting off on the pain?” He spanks you again, harder, on the other cheek. You whine, rocking your hips back against his desperately.
Pleasure is rolling through you with every thrust, every roll of his hips into yours. The contrasting sensation of being wrapped in the hot humid shower against the cool of the tile and the pressure of his cock stretching you out turning your nerves up to 11, too much for you to focus on. Your pussy clenches around him, trying to draw him in deeper and deeper, not that you think it’s possible, the way it feels like he’s found the angle to shove his cock right up against your cervix. It almost hurts how hard he’s fucking you, and you bring your hand down between your legs, trying to touch your clit, trying to get over the edge.
“Making yourself come?” Jungwon teases you. You whine, nodding against the tile. “You wanna come, huh? You wanna come on my cock?” You whine louder, still nodding frantically. “That’s a good girl. Come all over my cock, huh? Come on me, make me come inside that pussy.”
You double your efforts, trembling every time Jungwon slaps your ass. Your pussy clenches with every strike, your fingers working hard over your clit. You’re gasping, whining, moaning into the tile as Jungwon basically rails you, until you’re coming. Your pussy clenches hard as pleasure rolls through you, white hot and all consuming.
Jungwon gets two more hard thrusts into you, hard enough to throw you against the wall, almost bruisingly hard, and then comes. You can feel it, the wet feeling of him filling you up. And he comes copiously, filling you and then some, causing some of his cum to spill out around his cock. When he pulls out cum trickles out of you, spilling down your thighs and splashing onto the floor of the shower stall.
Jungwon grabs you by the shoulder, turning you back around. You’re still trying to catch your breath when he leans in, kissing you hard. Your mouth is lax, easily allowing him to fuck his tongue into your mouth. You moan into his lips, grabbing at his neck and shoulder while he digs his fingers into your hips. When he pulls back he smiles softly, lifting a hand to brush his thumb over your lower lip.
“I can’t believe I waited this long for this fucking pussy.” He kisses you once more. “I’d never fucking tell anyone about who’s cock you’re taking as long as it means this pussy is mine too.”
You have to finish your shower on shaky legs, climbing out hastily once you’re done to escape Jungwon’s pressing gaze. Once hidden away in your bedroom, you think critically about what you’ve gotten yourself into.
When you go down to the living room, Heeseung and Jungwon are sitting side by side like nothing is different. It sort of frustrates you, the fact that the two of them are lounging around like they are, completely unconcerned. You run a hand through your hair, shaking your head as you go into the kitchen to make yourself breakfast. You’ve just finished eating and are headed back up to your room when Heeseung calls out to you.
“What?” You say, annoyed.
“What’s with the attitude?” He asks, bringing his phone down to his lap. “Am I gonna have to teach you another lesson?” You bite your tongue, shaking your head at him. “C’mere,” he tells you and you cross the living room to him. You have to walk past Jungwon, who is pretending to not notice you, still staring at his phone. You know he’s faking, what with the way he’s got his hand resting over his crotch. Besides, he already gave himself away, telling you he noticed when you would look at him. He’s hardly as innocent as he seems.
You stand in front of your step brother, who reaches over to set his phone on the coffee table. He leans forward, looking up at you as he trails his hands up your legs. You stiffen up, half expecting it but still startled that he’s being so forward about it. Heeseung’s hands drift from your knees to your thighs, up the insides of your legs until they’re sneaking right up the crotch of your shorts. You gasp, your whole body flinching and causing you to grip his shoulders when he shoves two fingers up inside of you.
“Just as I thought,” he says. “When are you going to learn to wear actual underwear around the house?” He asks, pushing his fingers knuckle deep inside of you, completely unconcerned with the thin strip of fabric that makes up your thong. You’re barely wet enough to handle them, two of his fingers stretching you open. Were it not for the way Jungwon’s already fucked you this morning you probably wouldn’t be able to handle it. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as he scissors his fingers, opening you wider and your mouth falls open, whining. “Surely you’ve gotten used to living with me by now, you should know better than to walk around in these clothes. You know how men can be. Just can’t help themselves.” He fucks his fingers into you, making you shake.
“Hee- Heeseung,” you shake out.
“So I am going to have to teach you a lesson, aren’t I, baby sister?” Heeseung tells you, beginning to fuck his fingers in and out of you, your cunt beginning to wet around his fingers. You glance to the side but Jungwon isn’t even looking at you, even if he has cupped himself in his sweats, squeezing around the base. He’s getting off on this. “Maybe you’ll learn not to go around the house half naked anymore.”
You’re shocked when you’re suddenly laid out on the coffee table, Heeseung leaning over the top of you. He doesn’t waste any time, pushing his sweats down while withdrawing his fingers from inside of your cunt. You open your mouth to protest but before you can, your head is being pulled back, over the edge of the table, a hand on your throat. You wheeze around the feeling, looking up to see Jungwon looking down at you.
“It’s like hyung told you,” he says, also shoving his sweats down. He’s hard already, despite already having fucked you in the shower. He prys your mouth open with a thumb hooked into your mouth, forcing you to open your mouth as wide as possible. “Men just can’t help themselves.”
He feeds his cock into your mouth, forcing your jaw to stay open. You nearly choke as Heeseung holds your legs up, pushing his cock into your pussy. Your eyes roll back, your fingers gripping the edges of the coffee table as Heeseung starts to fuck you, Jungwon working his own cock in and out of your mouth. You try to focus on opening your throat, allowing him to slide as deep as he can, but it just makes you gag, spit welling in your mouth and spilling from the corners, down your face. You can hear how wet you’re getting from being used, Heeseung’s hips slapping against yours, surely soaking your shorts, which he still hasn’t taken off. Your tears spill from gagging on Jungwon’s cock, messying your face further as Jungwon fucks himself into your mouth.
“This is what you need, isn’t it?” Jungwon says, pressing his hand on your throat, feeling himself when he fucks in deep. You gag and choke around him when he presses in as deep as he can, forcing you to take as much of him as possible. He can feel it when your throat expands around his cock. “Every time you get a little mouthy, we just need to make sure you don’t have the ability to speak.”
“She’s just bratty because she wants cock,” Heeseung says, grinding his dick into you. You whine around the cock in your mouth, Jungwon finally pulling out to let you breathe. You can’t even see, tears stinging your eyes as they drip up the sides of your face with the way your head is hanging over the edge of the table. You’re also starting to get light headed from the angle you’re lying, making you extra sensitive to the way Heeseung is pounding into you, over and over again, shoving his cock so deep you think he might be bullying your cervix.
“Please,” you whine and Jungwon laughs.
“Please what? You need more?” He presses the tip of his cock against your lips and you drop your mouth open again, letting him shove it inside. You gag wetly while he rests his hand on your throat again, beginning to rock his hips into your mouth. “Look at how good you’re being now. Maybe you did just need cock. Is that the problem, you go without dick too long and you develop an attitude problem.” He buries himself so deep into your throat your eyes roll back, barely able to breathe around him.
“If I knew the best way to control you was just to fuck you, I would’ve done this a long time ago,” Heeseung groans out. He brings your legs over his shoulders, making you whine from the stretch on your muscles, leaning over you and gripping the edges of the table for leverage as he fucks into you, fast and hard and deep, your muscles protesting against being spread open. Still, the ache is an edge that keeps you from floating away completely, your pleasure building unrelentingly. You can feel it in your hips, settling heavily between your legs, and the hot weight of Jungwon in your mouth feeding into it. The lightheadedness is getting worse, all you can think about is opening your mouth further, the persistent feeling of being filled from both ends. Jungwon throbs on your tongue and you moan, writhing against Heeseung’s cock.
Abruptly, Jungwon pulls out of your mouth, finally letting you breathe. He looks down at you as he runs his hand over his cock, over and over, stroking himself. He shoves your tank top down, revealing your tits to the room, nipples hard and breasts jiggling with every hard thrust into your pussy. You’re too fucked out to think, moaning and gasping through every thrust, staring hazy eyed at Jungwon’s cock.
He leans forward over you, groaning as he finally comes. When he does he spills all over your tits, covering you in his cum. It’s warm, wet and thick, coating your breasts in pearlescent white. He strokes long and slow over his cock, squeezing on the upstroke to drip every last drop over your tits. Heeseung chuckles when he sees it, your boobs coated in all of Jungwon’s spunk.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Cover her in cum. That’s a good idea, Wonnie.” You’re disappointed, whining when he pulls out. Heeseung rips your shorts off of you, stroking himself to make himself come as well. You writhe around, hoping to come but Jungwon holds you down by the shoulders while Heeseung lets your legs fall to the floor, kicking at your ankles to give him some room.
“No, no, no,” you whine. “Please, I wanna come.”
“Who said you were going to come?” Jungwon whispers and you whine, thrashing around. “Brats don’t get to come.”
“Now be a good baby sister and let your big brother come on you,” Heeseung teases you. “Ooh, fuck,” he bites out, slowly stroking down the length of his cock as he comes all over your hips. It spurts over your skin, dripping down between your legs, staining your thong yet again. You whimper, frustrated and disappointed as Heeseung coats you in his own cum, spilling messily all over you. More tears build in your eyes, your cunt clenching and unclenching around nothing, desperate to get off.
Once he’s done Jungwon gets off of you and you let out a dry sob.
“Oh, poor baby,” Heeseung mocks you. “You wanted to come?”
“Please,” you whimper. “Please, I wanna come. Please, you both made me come so hard. Please, let me come. I wanna come for you,” you babble, desperate enough that all decorum is lost. The idea of begging for an orgasm is beneath you but all strung out and covered in cum, what choice do you have?”
“You wanna come for us?” Jungwon teases you, crouching down to meet your gaze. You sniffle, nodding. “You gonna be good?”
“I’ll be good. I’ll be good, please,” you beg and Jungwon wipes a finger over your spit and tear stained cheek.
“She’s begging.”
“I always knew she would,” Heeseung says. “Stay still, baby, we’ll let you come,” Heeseung teases you, letting his fingers circle your clit. You gasp a shaky moan as Jungwon walks around the table to join Heeseung between your spread legs. Jungwon gets down on his knees and buries his face into your cunt, fucking his tongue inside of you. You flinch, surprised by the sensation while Heeseung plays with your clit, beginning to stroke over your sensitive bundle of nerves roughly. You whimper, your orgasm starting to build again, your hips trying to writhe against their attention.
Jungwon pulls back and Heeseung slaps your clit, making you cry out.
“Stay still,” Jungwon tells you and you try your best to do as he says. Once still again, they resume touching you, Jungwon’s tongue and lips eating out your pussy while Heeseung rubs your clit. You force your hips to stay flat against the table, fighting the urge to buck against Jungwon’s face as they keep going. Your orgasm is so close, your pussy is spasming around Jungwon’s tongue, clit throbbing underneath Heeseung’s fingers.
“Close, close, close—” You whine, trembling with need as you attempt to stay as still as possible, hands clenching the edges of the coffee table. “Fuck, fuck,” you gasp out, only for your body to suddenly tense up, practically convulsing as you come.
Jungwon sucks at your cunt, lapping up your release as you come all over his mouth and Heeseung’s fingers. You shake through it, your orgasm unbearably intense. You can’t think, white spots dance in your vision while you tremble on the table. Even when you’re done, your body is wracked with aftershocks, shaking you down to your very core. When you collapse, muscles weak, against the coffee table, only then do they back off, Heeseung sucking your release from his fingertips.
“Kids!” You pull your feet back from where they were resting in Heeseung’s lap, Heeseung tucking his hand under his thigh as you do so. “We’re home!” Your step mom calls out as they come into the house. Neither of you move and she comes into the living room to see the two of you sitting together on the couch. “Oh. Well, isn’t this a nice surprise?”
“Hey, eomma,” Heeseung greets her. “How was your honeymoon?”
“It was great,” she says. “And you two… got along while we were gone, right?” She says, pointing between the two of you.
“Eomma,” Heeseung laughs.
“Heeseung and I got along great while you were gone,” you assure them. Your dad joins his new wife in the living room, resting an arm around her shoulders. “You were right, dad, Heeseung’s a great guy. We got…” you look over at him and he meets your gaze, “really close while you guys were gone.”
“That’s great!” You dad says. “See, I knew you guys just needed some time together. You know, you are siblings now, so it’s good for you to get along so well.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” Heeseung tells him. “Oh, hey, eomma,” he says and she hums. “Jungwon invited the guys and I to his parents’ guest house in Sokcho for a couple of weeks later this summer. It’s cool if I go, right?”
“Of course, I trust Jungwon,” she agrees.
“Well, he actually invited Y/N too,” Heeseung says and your dad tilts his head. “It’s just gonna be us and our friends at his guest house. It’s his parents’ place, so no parties, and it’s all gonna be really safe. But I totally understand if you don’t want Y/N around a bunch of guys for two weeks,” he tells your dad.
“I dunno…”
“Dad, I know these guys,” you tell him. “You met Jungwon and Heeseung’ll be there and I promise we’re not gonna do anything dumb or dangerous while I’m there. Please, can I go?”
“C’mon, yeobo,” your step mom wheedles and your dad sighs softly. “It would be nice for Heeseung and Y/N to hang out together with some of Heeseung’s friends. It means that they want to be friends with her too,” she points out and you can practically see your dad crumbling.
“Okay,” he relents and you grin. “Okay, you can go.” You look at Heeseung, who smiles back. “However,” he adds, “Heeseung, I’m counting on you to take care of my little girl. You’re her brother now, so it’s your responsibility to keep her safe.”
“Dad,” you complain. “I’m an adult.”
“C’mon, your dad’s just worried about you,” Heeseung says, reaching over to rest a hand on your shoulder. “No worries, I’ll make sure I take care of my little sister.”
“That’s my boy,” his mother tells him.
The two of you retreat to your rooms, you saying you were gonna take a nap and Heeseung to call the guys. Your parents wave you off and the two of you rush up the stairs. Heeseung is close behind you, glancing back to make sure they’re not following you. Your bedroom door comes up first, which you open, and then reach back for him. You grab Heeseung by the front of his shirt, Heeseung smirking as you tug him in, closing and locking the door behind you.
He presses you up against the door, cupping your cheek in his hand. You lean up, meeting his lips in a messy, desperate kiss.
Your parents being back might mean that your wanton sex might have to stop, but that’s not going to keep the two of you away from each other. Or Jungwon for that matter. These past three weeks have been nothing less than a sex marathon, with the way the two of them have had you in every place in the house, in every position imaginable.
Heeseung bent you over the kitchen counter, you rode Jungwon in the living room couch, the both of them have taken you in the shower, on the kitchen table, hell, even the floor. Once past your initial uncertainty, it was like the floodgates had opened. You couldn’t take your hands off of either one of them, and neither could they. The taboo nature only made you hotter, desperate to have Heeseung as much as possible without your parents knowing. And Jungwon was just icing on the cake, your step brother’s best friend who couldn’t help himself.
Needless to say, no one else is going on this “vacation” in Sokcho the three of you devised. Nothing more than a golden opportunity for the three of you to keep messing around without prying eyes, without anyone knowing.
“You gonna call Wonnie?” You ask, fisting the front of his t-shirt in your hands.
“I’ll call him later,” he tells you, stealing another kiss. “Right now, I’m going to fuck you with our parents downstairs. So you better be quiet or your dad’s gonna know just how good of an older brother I am to you.” You grin, kissing him again as Heeseung’s hands drop down to the button of your shorts.
a/n: *the characters in the above fic engage in dubiously consensual sex as well as unprotected sex, i do not condone either of these actions as they are both inherently dangerous and irresponsible acts; in real life i urge you to engage in safe sex practices such as the use of contraceptives and condoms and to only engage with partners you enthusiastically consent to sexual activities with and to protect yourself against individuals who engage in dangerous acts such as those described above. remember: safe sex saves lives!
yes, it has an opening ending! i usually never open end things unless i am sure i am going to continue it but in this case, i'm leaving it as is to test engagement with this sort of concept. please do not see it as me withholding content, i am simply reserving judgement to see if you all would want to see more of this and if you do, well... we might have another series on our hands.
i really loved this one and if you've been watching, i've been hinting at this a lot. all the time, really, because it was such a fun, absurd concept to play with. i never thought stepcest would be my thing but i had a great time and i hope you did too! if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging so i can get an accurate idea as to whether or not people would like this more of this. otherwise, thanks for reading and i love you! 💕
── sypnosis; when you accidentally send a not-so-innocent photo to Jake SIM and not your situationship SLIME.
warning; just… 18+/MDNI
taglist is closed!
note; i absolutely love some of yall started using “ship” names for who Slime is (heeslime, slimehoon, wonslime). however, what i do hate how some asks i get are just too accurate that i can’t respond to them. like one of you is soooo right and i can’t say nun about it😭
── sypnosis; when you accidentally send a not-so-innocent photo to Jake SIM and not your situationship SLIME.
warning; just… 18+/MDNI
note; ngl i alr have the whole series completed in my drafts. this was my very first smau i worked on (completed it in a day) and i lowkey rushed tf outta it (when reading it back). it’s just really hard for me to not write compared to doing strictly texts and social media inserts. (but still fwm bc i’ll eventually get better🤧🤞🏼)
