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WARNINGS:NSFW, masturbation, voyeurism, mutual masturbation, public sex, biting, porn w plot
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You and Luffy meet again after a while as enemies, but he has changed and you're a hungry woman. When he happens to witness you alone in your bedroom, the tension between you two escalate.
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You and Luffy had known eachother for a while now. You guys had met when you were about 6 or 7 (no pun intended) and he was your guy friend that everyone would tease you about. "Luffy and Y/N sitting in a tree!..." Obviously you always followed it up with "Ewww no way!"
As you and him grew up together, that mindset did not change. Sure people teased you less but whenever someone asked "are you guys dating?" or "how long have you guys been together?" you always sighed out loud and corrected it "No, he is not my type at all.." and gave a chuckle.
He really was not your type, I mean he was fairly skinny and stupid. When you turned 16 he was planning his first trip to become a pirate, and you listened to his blabber ofcourse. He was your bestfriend after all.
It wasnt too long after that you got into the marine. Ironically you wanted to be a marine while he dreamed of becoming the king of pirates. "Youre too..skinny to be a pirate actually!" you chuckle and Luffy follows it up with "Hey! Are you not seeing these?" and flexing his bicep you just never paid attention to.
You really hoped he would come to his senses and maybe come to train with you, but nevertheless he left town and you joined marine training.
The marine training was hard. As a girl and someone who never really ever got into a fight either you truly started from rock bottom. Lucky you Y/N. You were always witty, you knew how to seem 'mature for your age' and your pretty looks obviously helped with that. Who needs to be strong when youre smart and pretty? You ranked up pretty quickly and ofcourse also picked up moves quickly as well. You got strong so you got positioned to be a pirate hunter.
19 and roaming the seas you were on a remote island , hunting for what your general called... The Stra whats? "weird name.." you mumbled to yourself. As your crew were wandering around the island and getting immersed in the crowd you decided to explore a little yourself. Rare island, full of people.
You made your way to a bar in a corner street, ready to drink whatever this island could offer. As you sat down you ordered "Hmm..whatever you think i give off" and the bartender smiled, he was blonde and.. somewhat handsome. He didnt have the proper uniform of the other bartender on but you didnt care. He handed you a berry gin. You glance at the drink and the bartender says "itll taste sweet first, the burn hits later." You chuckle "bon appetit" you say and chug it. There are a few people in the back that seem to be huddled around a map. An orange haired lady. A big green guy. A guy with..a long nose.. A cute.. dog-goat-reindeer. A blue haired lady and lastly , a guy who is wearing a red vest and a straw hat.. straw hat.. stra what.. You palm your forehead and mumble "Thats embarrassing for me.. wow.." A voice calls out behind you. "Sanji! can you fix me a snack? Please?" The bartender, which you assume is Sanji starts cutting up some fish behind the counter. "Great knife skills" you say. His eyes light up. "Its all in the technique and strategy" he says. "I wanted to be a baker, although its different from cooking." Sanji nods "Atleast you know the difference, thats one step closer."
As you fix up a conversation, Sanji brings up your uniform and your looks. "Whats a young pretty lady like you doing in a marine captain's uniform?" "Im a marine" He raises a brow, "What are you doing here?" he questions. "Hunting the StraW Hats." Sanji looks at you and smirks smugly "Any luck so far?" You shake your head "I left it to my crew"
The same voice calls out behind you, you can feel the groups eyes on you. "Who are you hunting down?" the voice questions and places a hand on your shoulder. You sigh, place your cup down and slowly turn around. Hand on your knife, youre met with a familiar face. You raise a brow and the guys face lights up, smiling. "Wait! Y/N! Is that you!?" "Luffy?" You say as Luffy hugs you tight,rest of his crew confused. "Its been soo long!"
You can feel his skinny—now muscular— arms around you. He smells like musk and he has grown. After he lets you go you analyze his face,his..abs..you snap out of it. You smile as well. "What are you doing here?" you ask. He says "Me and my crew are in search for the one piece!" You chuckle "So youre a pirate now? like for real?" He nods and starts telling you tales. "So thats how the straw hats formed and-" "What?" "Huh?" "How what formed?" "The straw hats.." You sigh, once again, at your own stupidity.
Theres no hesitation in your movements. You land a punch. Throw your glass at the bartenders head. Grab your knife and stand up.
Sanji stumbles, so does Luffy. Matter of fact everyone is confused with what type of never let them know your next move you pulled. They all get ready to fight. Someone flings a hard ball of pepper at you. "ow?..whose dumbass idea was that?" You look around. Usopp hides. Nami just collects her maps. Zoro gets ready to pull out his sword. Luffy asks "are we really going to fight?" You dont answer, just launch an attack. You guys fight for a while, you seriously are stronger than you look. You fight off zoro, distract Luffy. Sanjis already gone from the glass thrown at his head. Backup arrives and to put it simply, youre tired so you just turn your back and walk away.
Doesnt take long for you to find out your cadets captured them and theyre in your ship.
You just assume theyre in jail so you relax in your room. You tidy up and lay in your bed.
However you cant get one thing off your mind;
Luffy. His dirty, sweaty and refined abs. His messy hair that falls over his forehead. His small scar on his cheek... His abs... His arms, the way they slid past you when he threw a punch, the way they touched your shoulder.. and then embraced you.. and boy was he strong.
You think about him back then, pretty skinny guy. But now he's completely different. You dont know whether its the fact that youve been touch deprived since getting on this mission or just the general fact that youre a horny woman. You simply just end up feeling a certain way. You think of the way he touched you,you wonder what his strong hands would feel like somewhere else other than your shoulder. You wonder how well his arms could hold you down. You wonder how his abs would feel when theyre pressed up against your stomach..
You dim your lights, no cadet is stupid enough to burst into your room anyways so you slowly slide off your uniform. You let the jacket fall leaving you in your underwear. Your bra hugs your breasts perfectly, your panties tight and right below your hips. Youre sexy and you know it.
You slowly let your hands wander all over your body. Your panties start feeling damp and you start imagining Luffys groans during the fight.
Meanwhile Luffys escaping the jail. Sanji, Usopp, Nami make their way to the ship, Zoro and Chopper are up some crack and Luffy, Luffy wants to talk to you. He lets his crew go as he searches for you in your ship. He checks a few rooms quickly and then goes up to the last door. He doesnt knock because why would he?
He opens the door, not loud enough for you to notice as youre immersed in whatever youre doing.
Luffy has never been the type of guy to be sexual. I mean sure when you guys were 16, his guy friends would ask if he ever made a move or talk about jerking off but Luffy just never cared much about it. He had a few fantasies he didn't remember. He thought about you time to time tho, what you were doing and if you ever missed him. The view pretty much answered him as you whimpered "Luffy.." He forgot whatever he was gonna ask you.
Luffys breath hitches, he doesnt know what to do.
He feels guilty for a second before realizing that youre masturbating to him. Your fingers move in your panties, rubbing your clit, circling your wet aching hole. Youre not gonna mess with the straps, you just lower your bra cup and pinch your nipple. You whimper and whine,grinding against your own hand.
Luffy bites his lip, his blood rushing to his crotch. He can feel it in his pants and he cant look away. Hes mesmerized by the way youre touching yourself, your softly parted lips, your hair on your sweaty forehead, your scrunched up face and your delicate hands. You lower your panties to pump your fingers in and out better. He sees the whole thing now. How wet you are, just for him. God how much he wishes to be the one actually touching you. Now he realizes how badly he really wanted you.
All of his 16 year old fantasies about you. He palms himself through his pants, holding back a groan. "Luffy..faster.." you whimper as he grinds on his hand harder. The vulgar sounds your pussy makes is unbelievable. splash. slap. "mhmshit-!" you say as you wet your whole hand. He shuts your door and just runs back out of the ship.
He cant believe it. He has his mouth covered the whole time hes walking back. Once he makes it back to the Merry he just quietly walks to his room,and shuts the door. Everyone looks at eachother at why hes so quiet. They dont linger on it too much tho. Luffy locks his door, sliding down to the ground as he finally removes his hand from his mouth. His pants are too tight now. Hes breathing heavy. He unzips his fly and his cock springs out. Hes never been hard like this. Nonetheless he starts stroking himself softly, his big hands working out his big length. He imagines you, touching yourself to him. He also imagines him touching you, rather than you guys just secretly masturbating to eachother. He lays his head back, thinking about you, your fragile body and how you must be soo needy right now. Its driving him crazy.He starts jerking off, matching your pace when you were fingering yourself, when you were whimpering his name.
"Y/N..." he groans, hes close. "Yea-yea- like that-..fuuucckk.." he groans deeply. He visualizes you, riding him. your tits bouncing and how he would lick and taste them. How he would make you feel soo good, how more wet it would sound if he was the one inside you. "aaaahh..." he groans and cums on his stomach and hand. He wipes sweat off his forehead and gets up, wiping his hand and stomach. He breathes heavy, he goes to the bathroom to wash up.
It doesnt take long for you guys to come across eachother again. Another Island leading to the grand line. Youre out alone at night, searching for another bar. You walk outside the walls of the small city as theres a figure standing in the shadows of the wall next to you. A silhouette approaches you and you get ready to pull your knife out. Suddenly something stretches towards you and knocks your knife away, wrapping around you and holding you tight. You try to wiggle out but its very useless, and theres noone to around to hear you because you always decide to be the edgy lonely alpha.
You realize its a hand around you and you dont have to know a lot of people to know someone that can stretch their body. "Luffy." you smirk. He throws you against the wall, not harsh , just kind of leaning you against it. "Y/N" he smiles back "Assuming you missed me huh?" You say, his face lights up. "Yea! I did!" You chuckle, even when youre enemies wow hes just the sweetest. "Wheres your crew?" you ask. "Taking a break..but i guess wont be anymore." he responds. You stretch your shoulders, ready to fight. "So eager to fight" he says and you launch an attack. Your attack tears through the air as Luffy twists aside and snaps back with a punch. The impact echoes through the shoreline. You grab a handful of sand and throw it at him, it gets into his eyes and you slam him against the wall. He coughs and you smirk. "I dont need the knife to fight" you say. He nods, "never questioned your skills" he mumbles.
As you grab his wrists he turns around and slams you against the wall, kind of baffling you. He grabs your hands. He pauses and looks at you. "did you miss me too?" he asks, with those puppy eyes and soft tone. I mean obviously you have.. the way you've been touching yourself to him you would have to say yes. "does it matter?" you respond, he just nods. "maybe" you mumble ,he states "yes or no." his tone changes, you now realize how awfully close he is to you. And yes, his arms can hold you down damn good. "No." you say, you have a mission to fulfill. He shakes his head "Liar." you raise a brow "what?" "you missed me too." he states firmly, you chuckle. "whatever you say, let me go." you wiggle but he holds your waist with his other hand. "The way you said my name, it.. it felt nice.." he says. "Just now?" you ask "No" he responds "At the bar?" "No, when you were touching yourself." he states so calmly. Your heart drops to your ass. You're taken aback,and gosh you just stop breathing. Theres no fucking way he knows. "w...what?.." "when you were moaning my name, while moving your finger inside and out" This is so fucking embarrassing. "How..what..when?" you're so fucking confused and embarrassed. You wish he was here to kill you because what the actual fuck. "The night we met again,two weeks ago ,in the marine ship." "How?" "your door was unlocked when i came to see you."
You sigh in disbelief, cadets wouldn't burst in but of course pirates would. you just shake your head and wiggle harder "i'm not gonna fight anymore you can let me go." Luffy shakes his head "cant let you go now that I have you" he says in a soft tone. It's enough to make you weak at the knees but right now blood is rushing through your veins. He's not a genius but he can remember some talk about 'girls wanting someone' with sanji and usopp "Do..you want me?" he asks, you turn your head to the side,not too noticeable but still blushing. "when you were touching your boobs and everything i mean it was-" "Stop!" you blurt out, embarrassed enough. "...It looked great.." he finishes. You turn your head back to him,not maintaining eye contact too much. "I.." you hesitate and he just says "I like you." flat out. You look at him "Is there a way to deny it..?" With a straight face he says "Probably not,no" You chuckle. "if it makes you feel any better it made me hard" he says so bluntly. "i guess?.." you respond.
He looks at you like he hasn't in years, like you're just going to disappear if he blinks. God he's so fuckable.. and loveable don't get me wrong. You honestly don't even think too much, it was bound to happen. You just smash your lips onto his, he finally lets go off your hands and holds your waist with both hands. You can tell he's not experienced in kissing but that fuels you on. You turn around and pin him against the wall. You invade his mouth, he whimpers softly. His hands grab your ass,under your skirt. You caress his abs,finally having your hands on him. You kiss his jawline, then his neck. You bite and suck, he groans softly.
You palm his crotch, he's getting hard. Anyone could catch you both any second but neither of you tend to care. He sits on the ground and you straddle him as you guys keep kissing. You unzip his pants, and he has a slight smirk on his face. You lower his boxers and holy shit he's..huge.
What else would you expect from the rubber man himself? You bite your lip and start jerking him off, it doesn't take him long to run his fingers along your panties, he stops at the spot you gasp and starts circling it. He matches the pace you jerk him off. "Feels good..Feel good?" he asks looking into your eyes needy and you nod. His fingers are big. He lowers your panties with your help taking them off. He touches your bare pussy and hisses. "Youre so wet.." he says and inserts a finger inside you, no warning. He starts pumping his finger as you jerk him off. You grind your hips. His body jerks into your hand.
You groan softly and shift your position. Luffy watches as you slowly position yourself on top of his hard dick. You rub it on your clit, his precum staining it. You tease his tip a little before letting it slip in. He hisses and so do you. You slowly start lowering yourself and fuck you can feel him stretch you. It feels soo good. You don't waste time and just start grinding and bouncing. "Shit.." you mumble and Luffys eyes lock onto your chest. He just lowers your shirt and bra beneath your tits and doesn't waste time latching onto your nipples. He's slurping like a starved man, occasionally humping up into you too. Slapping noise echo through the shoreline, your pussy making vulgar noises..splashing and squirting. "Faster.." Luffy groans, not looking up from your chest. You tease him, slowing down on purpose and he bites your nipple. He throws his head back and holds your hips. You chuckle between pants and he groans.
He grasps your hips, slamming you up and down on his dick. He groans,mumbling "l-like that" . You hold onto his shoulders, your chest bouncing like crazy and your pussy practically burning. Theres a bulge in your stomach and it moves along with every bounce. Luffy chuckles and whimpers. Your moans fill the air as you can feel yourself getting closer. "Luffy- g'nna cum.." you groan out as he whimpers "mhmpf- me too.." "f-f-fuck-" you groan stuttering between bounces. He latches onto one of your nipples again and your eyes roll back. "cumming!" you announce as you squirt all over his stomach and dick and he follows not long after. He pulls out,cumming on his stomach. Your juices mix together as he pulls you in for another kiss.
He hugs you and you hug him back. You guys sit out there for a few minutes before getting up and tidying up. Your legs are a bit shaky but you can still walk. As you tidy up Luffy, who just had to pull his pants up calls out, "Y/N, join my crew." You pull up your bra and shirt, "Thanks for the offer Captain, but I'll have to pass right now." "Why?" he asks and you respond "Let us have fun like this for a while,ill consider it later" you say and start walking away. Luffy watches you walk away,chuckling at your slight stumble. He puts his hands in his pockets and pulls something out,raising a brow. It's your panties.
His crew calls out to him, "Luffy! gotta dip! The Marines found us!" Usopp yells. Zoro approaches, "Isnt that their captain?" he questions. Luffy answers "Oh, yea I think so."
Now his goal is to return your panties and then become king of pirates.
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natty's notes ˎˊ˗ this honestly started off as just a silly idea—a random “what if enhypen were onlyfans creators lol” thought that i fully intended to ignore. but then it spiraled. and spiraled. and suddenly i had nine chapters outlined, character arcs, and a reader caught between seven very unhinged men with cameras and control issues 😭 i also wanted to do something special to celebrate hitting 2k because holy shit—thank you. truly. for the love, for every reblog, message, and moment of support. you guys are the reason i keep going. anyways i hope you guys stay tuned for this, ilysm!
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The air inside Sunghoon’s apartment was thick with warmth, laughter, and the low thrum of bass-heavy music bleeding from the speaker in the corner. The living room, dimly lit by cheap string lights and the occasional glow of someone’s phone screen, was comfortably chaotic—half-empty beer bottles on the coffee table, abandoned playing cards scattered across the floor, and the faint smell of smoke drifting in from the open balcony door.
It was a typical night, the kind that started with everyone pretending to be responsible and ended with terrible decisions made over drinks that tasted like battery acid. At least, that’s how it always went with this group. Someone would drink too much. Someone would say something they shouldn’t. Someone would push a boundary just to see how far they could take it before it snapped.
Tonight, that someone was Jungwon.
His eyes had been on you all night. Watching. Waiting. Calculating. It wasn’t the kind of attention you could ignore, not when it felt like a slow, deliberate pull against your skin, a weight settling in the space between your shoulders. He was leaning back in the chair across from you, his posture lazy, one arm draped over the backrest like he had all the time in the world. The amber liquid in his glass swirled idly under his fingers, but his gaze—dark, unreadable, patient—never left you.
You didn’t give him the satisfaction of looking back. At least, not yet.
Jungwon had always played this game too well. He never pushed outright, never gave too much away. Instead, he let his presence sink into the background, subtle but undeniable, like a whisper against the nape of your neck that you couldn’t shake no matter how hard you tried. He was a walking contradiction—soft-spoken but sharp, polite but dangerous, calm but never still. Always watching, always waiting, like he was just biding his time until you let your guard slip.
And you hated it.
Or at least, that’s what you told yourself.
If anyone else in this room looked at you the way he did, if anyone else had the audacity to sit back with that quiet little smirk and wait for you to break first, you would’ve shut it down in an instant. You would have rolled your eyes, called them a creep, and gone right back to pretending they didn’t exist.
But this was Jungwon.
Jungwon, who had spent the past few months testing you. Jungwon, who had a habit of getting under your skin in ways that felt almost calculated, like he was learning you. Figuring out what made you tick, what made you squirm, what made you second-guess yourself even when you swore you wouldn’t.
Jungwon, who knew you liked it.
The worst part was that he never actually called you out on it. Never forced the subject, never acknowledged the weight of his own attention, never once said anything that could be used as proof that any of this—whatever this was—was real. He didn’t have to. He just looked at you like he already knew the answer.
And the problem was, he wasn’t wrong.
The sound of Jake’s voice cut through the air, sharp and mischievous as always. “Alright, everyone shut up. We need a game.”
There was a collective groan from the group, though no one actually made an effort to leave. If anything, some of them perked up, already sensing that whatever Jake had in mind was going to be just chaotic enough to be entertaining.
“Please don’t say beer pong,” Sunghoon muttered, taking a slow sip from his drink. “I don’t have the patience to watch you throw a tantrum when you lose again.”
Jake scoffed, offended. “First of all, I have never thrown a tantrum in my life. Second of all, that was one time, and I should have won because—”
“No one cares,” Heeseung deadpanned, tipping his bottle in Jake’s direction. “Get to the point.”
Jake, unbothered as always, simply grinned. “Truth or Dare.”
This time, the reaction was immediate. Sunghoon groaned again, louder this time. Jay muttered something under his breath about how he should’ve left an hour ago. Someone else laughed, already grabbing another drink like they were preparing for whatever was about to happen.
You, however, felt something shift.
The second those words left Jake’s mouth, you felt it—a quiet but distinct shift in the air, an almost imperceptible pull that dragged your focus back to Jungwon.
Because when you finally did look at him, when your gaze flickered up and met his across the dimly lit room, you realized something that sent a slow, creeping heat curling through your stomach.
He was already looking at you.
He was smirking.
It was subtle, barely there, just the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth, but you saw it. You felt it. That silent confirmation that he knew. That he had been waiting for this exact moment. That he had already won.
Jungwon’s voice was smooth when he finally spoke, quiet enough that you almost had to strain to hear him.
“I’m in.”
He said it like it was nothing. Like he wasn’t expecting anything from it, like he wasn’t sitting across from you with all the patience in the world as he waited to see what you would do.
It wasn’t fair.
The worst part was that no one else seemed to notice. No one noticed the way Jungwon was watching you like he was waiting for something, like he had already decided exactly how this was going to play out and was just waiting for you to realize it too.
You weren’t about to back down.
Lifting your drink to your lips, you took a slow sip, ignoring the way your stomach tightened under the weight of his attention. When you set your glass down again, you leaned back into the couch, tilting your head slightly, and let your lips curl into something just shy of a smirk.
“Fine,” you said, keeping your voice steady. “Let’s play.”
Jungwon didn’t react right away. He let the words hang between you for a second, stretching the tension just long enough to feel intentional, before the smirk on his lips deepened just slightly.
The game had started off simple enough. Truth or Dare. A childhood staple turned into an excuse to push limits under the guise of drunken amusement. Someone had already been dared to take three consecutive shots of the worst vodka in the apartment, another had been forced to send an embarrassingly explicit text to their ex, and at some point, Sunghoon had been dared to kiss Jay, which had resulted in an explosion of laughter and a very flustered Jay swearing he would get revenge.
But none of that mattered. Not to you. Not when Jungwon was sitting across from you, watching, waiting, looking as though he already knew exactly how this was going to end. He was relaxed, too relaxed, one arm slung casually over the back of the chair, fingers tapping an idle rhythm against his thigh, his glass cradled in the other hand as he took slow, measured sips. But his eyes—dark, unreadable, knowing—were fixed on you, making the space between you feel smaller than it actually was.
He had been watching you all night.
It was subtle, the way his gaze never strayed for long, the way he seemed unaffected by the noise and movement around him. He was patient, unnervingly so, biding his time, waiting for the inevitable. There was something about him that always felt like a challenge, something that made it impossible to ignore him, even when you tried. And God, had you tried.
The worst part was that he knew.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
And when Jake spun the bottle and it landed directly on you, you knew it too.
The chatter in the room shifted slightly, just enough to signal that people were paying attention. Anticipation crackled in the air, feeding into the slight tension already woven between your shoulders. Jake grinned, the kind of grin that meant nothing good, and leaned forward.
“Alright, princess. Truth or dare?”
Your breath was steady, controlled. You could feel Jungwon’s eyes on you, heavy, expectant. If you picked truth, Jake would find a way to expose you. If you picked dare, you would be putting yourself at his mercy, at whatever fucked-up, boundary-pushing challenge he had been waiting to throw at you.
And yet, you still found yourself saying, “Dare.”
Jake’s grin widened, slow and satisfied, his gaze flickering between you and Jungwon.
“I dare you to sit on Jungwon’s lap.”
The shift in the room was immediate.
The laughter dulled, the conversations thinned out, and suddenly, it felt like every single person in the apartment was waiting for you to react. Even the music seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the sound of your own breathing, too sharp, too aware. You weren’t looking at Jungwon, but you didn’t have to. You could feel him, could practically sense the amusement rolling off him in waves, the anticipation humming beneath his carefully crafted exterior.
There was no way out of this.
Not without losing.
And you refused to lose.
With a slow inhale, you pushed yourself up, moving toward him with measured steps, refusing to let the moment feel as monumental as it did. The second you reached him, he tilted his chin, his smirk deepening, but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. He just spread his legs a fraction wider, resting one arm lazily over the back of the chair, waiting.
“What’s wrong?” His voice was low, smooth, amused. “Scared you’ll like it?”
Your stomach twisted, but you didn’t let it show. Instead, you rolled your eyes, acting unaffected, and sank down into his lap, gripping his shoulders for balance. It was meant to be simple. A dare. A game.
But the second you settled against him, you realized your mistake.
Because he was hard. Already.
A slow pulse of heat spread through your stomach, coiling tight, thickening your breath. You tried to shift, tried to find a neutral position, but the movement only made it worse, the friction sending an electric shock through your core. And Jungwon? He felt it. You knew he did. His fingers flexed against your waist, his grip firmer now, securing you in place before you could pull away.
His breath was warm when he leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, his voice dropping to something just above a whisper.
“…You’re wet.”
Your stomach plummeted.
Heat flooded your entire body, rushing up your neck, into your face, between your thighs. Every inch of you locked up, your hands tightening against his shoulders, your breath catching before you could stop it. And he felt that too.
The worst part was that he sounded satisfied.
He shifted beneath you, slow and deliberate, just enough to let you feel him, to feel everything. You sucked in a sharp breath, body going rigid, but his grip didn’t waver. If anything, he only held you tighter, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, barely grazing bare skin.
“Guess that answers my question.”
Your thighs clenched involuntarily, the pressure between your legs unbearable. Jungwon hummed, his grip tightening just enough to remind you who was in control.
“Careful,” he murmured, his fingers dragging over your skin. “Unless you want everyone to see how bad you want it.”
A shudder worked its way through you, a slow, involuntary reaction that only made him chuckle. His breath was steady, controlled, unaffected, while yours was dangerously close to ruined.
And then, before you could stop yourself—before you could think better of it—you moved.
Pressed down harder.
Jungwon inhaled sharply through his teeth, his fingers digging in. His jaw clenched, and for the first time, he slipped.
“You’re fucking with me.”
A slow, satisfied smirk curled at your lips, your nails dragging down his arms.
“Is it working?”
His hands snapped back to your waist, grip firm, unrelenting. His voice was lower now, wrecked.
“You better hope these people leave soon,” he muttered, his breath heavy, hot. “Because the second I get you alone?” His fingers slid lower.
“You’re done.”
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The party was still going, but you weren’t there anymore. Not really. The room was a blur of half-drunk conversations and muffled music, voices blending into a meaningless hum as Jungwon’s words sank deep beneath your skin, spreading like wildfire. You’re done.
That should have been a warning. A threat. But all it did was send a pulse of heat straight to your core, an ache that made your thighs clench involuntarily. You shouldn’t have pressed down on him like that. You shouldn’t have let him feel how wet you were, how much you wanted this.
But it was too late. He knew. And now, he was going to make you pay for it.
Jungwon’s grip on your waist was still firm, fingertips pressing possessively into your sides as he leaned back slightly, his mouth brushing against your ear. His voice was low, calm, controlled—but beneath it was something darker. Something lethal.
“Get up.”
Your breath caught. He didn’t say it loudly, didn’t need to. The authority in his voice sent a shiver down your spine, made your stomach tighten with anticipation. You hesitated for only a second before obeying, pushing yourself off his lap, legs unsteady beneath you. He followed immediately, his movements smooth, purposeful, like he already knew exactly where this was going.
You barely had time to process what was happening before his fingers wrapped around your wrist, his grip deceptively light as he led you through the crowd, weaving through the bodies without so much as a second glance. No one even noticed. No one saw the way his other hand lingered against the small of your back, or the way your pulse was hammering so hard you could hear it in your ears.
He didn’t stop until you were in the hallway.
The second the door clicked shut behind you, you barely had time to take a breath before he was on you.
Your back hit the wall with a soft thud, his body pressing flush against yours, heat radiating through the thin fabric separating you. His hands found your hips instantly, his grip strong, unrelenting, possessive. His eyes were darker now, heavy-lidded, filled with something filthy.
“You think you can fuck with me like that?” His voice was different now, rougher, his breath warm as it ghosted over your jaw. “Grinding on my lap in front of everyone, acting like you don’t want me to ruin you?”
Your breath stuttered. Fuck.
He didn’t wait for an answer. His hands were already moving, sliding lower, gripping your ass hard before yanking you against him, forcing you to feel how hard he was. The friction sent a shockwave through you, made your fingers clench at his shoulders as a quiet whimper slipped past your lips.
Jungwon chuckled.
“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
His lips found your neck, hot, open-mouthed kisses, his teeth grazing along the sensitive skin as his fingers worked their way under the hem of your shorts. His touch was teasing, barely-there, cruel in the way he traced the outline of where you needed him most but never quite touched.
“You’re soaked, sweetheart,” he murmured, nipping at your jaw as his hand finally dipped lower, sliding between your thighs. “Did grinding on my cock do this to you? Or have you been dripping for me all night?”
Your head fell back against the wall, breathless, desperate, but he wasn’t satisfied yet.
His fingers barely brushed against you before he withdrew, bringing them up between you, glossed in your arousal. His eyes locked onto yours, a slow smirk curling at the corner of his lips. And then—he pressed them against your mouth.
“Open.”
A quiet, strangled noise slipped past your lips. His voice was a command, sharp and absolute, and your body responded before your mind could catch up. Your lips parted, your tongue flicking out instinctively as he pushed his fingers inside, letting you taste yourself.
“Fuck,” he muttered, watching the way your mouth wrapped around his fingers, the way your tongue licked over them, cleaning up every drop. “You really are a filthy little thing, aren’t you?”
You shouldn’t have moaned at that. But you did.
His eyes darkened even more, his breath coming heavier now. His free hand slipped behind your head, tangling into your hair before he pulled you into a kiss so filthy it left you dizzy. His tongue shoved past your lips, licking into your mouth like he wanted to consume you, tasting the wetness he had just fed you, owning it.
His hips rolled forward, grinding against you just right, and suddenly, nothing else mattered. Not the party still happening down the hall, not the fact that you should be ashamed of how easily you were coming undone for him. All that mattered was the way he was fucking devouring you.
His hand slid back down, slipping inside your shorts this time, pushing past your underwear until he was touching you properly. You choked out a gasp against his lips, your nails digging into his arms as he dragged his fingers through your wetness, slow and deliberate.
“Goddamn,” he groaned, his voice wrecked. “You’re dripping all over my hand.”
You whimpered, grinding down against his fingers, shameless. But it wasn’t enough. You needed more. Needed him.
He must have sensed it, because his fingers curled suddenly, sliding inside with no resistance. Your body arched, your head tipping back against the wall, and he fucking grinned.
“That’s it,” he murmured, thrusting deeper, watching your face with pure hunger. “Take it. Let me hear you.”
The heat between you was unbearable. You weren’t sure when you had lost control, when pride had melted into something desperate, something raw, something so shamelessly filthy that you didn’t even care anymore. Maybe it was when his fingers first pushed inside you, stretching you open, fucking you slow like he had all the time in the world. Maybe it was when he licked his own fingers clean, tasting you, groaning about how sweet you were like he was going to fucking devour you.
Or maybe it was right now, when your head tipped back against the wall, legs spread wide, his fingers thrusting so deep into you that you couldn’t hold back the sounds spilling from your lips.
And fuck—the sounds.
Lewd, wrecked, absolutely obscene. Squelching, wet noises filled the empty hallway, a disgusting testament to how completely ruined you already were for him. And you couldn’t stop. You didn’t want to stop. You wanted more. You needed more.
Your thighs trembled around his wrist, your fingers digging into his shoulders, but he wasn’t satisfied yet. Not when you were this close to breaking. Not when your breath was coming out in shaky, broken whimpers, your body begging him without words.
But words were what he wanted. He wanted to hear you say it.
Jungwon slowed his fingers, barely moving inside you, just enough to keep the pressure, just enough to tease. His smirk was deadly, dark eyes gleaming with amusement as he watched you fall apart.
“You gonna beg for it?” His voice was smooth, dripping with arrogance. “Or are you still trying to pretend you don’t want me to fuck you senseless?”
A sharp whine ripped through your throat. Your head lolled forward, forehead resting against his shoulder, every ounce of shame burned away by the throbbing ache between your thighs. His fingers curled inside you, pressing against the spot that made your whole body jolt, and you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please,” you gasped, nails clawing into his arms. “Fuck me, Jungwon. Please. I need it. I need you.”
The words left your lips before you could stop them.
And Jungwon stilled.
For a moment, it was silent. His breath hitched, his fingers pausing inside you like he hadn’t expected that, like he had assumed he’d have to drag the desperation out of you. But here you were, falling apart in his hands, pleading for him without hesitation.
His lips parted slightly, his gaze dropping down to where his fingers were buried inside you, then back up to your face, taking in your flushed skin, your half-lidded eyes, your slick dripping down his wrist.
“Fuck,” he muttered, almost in awe. “You’re really begging me, huh?”
His cock twitched against your thigh, hard as fucking steel, straining against his pants. His control was slipping. He was slipping.
And you wanted to break him completely.
You moaned, shifting against his fingers, your breath coming out in a messy, broken plea.
“Yes—please, please, please, I need you to fill me up—I need your cock inside me, I need you to ruin me, Jungwon, please, I’ll do anything.”
A low groan tore from his throat, deep and wrecked, his head tipping back for half a second before he lost it.
His fingers yanked out of you only to grip the waistband of your shorts, dragging them down your thighs in one swift motion. You barely had time to process before he spun you around, pressing your chest against the wall, his palm splayed across your lower back as he forced you into a deep arch. Your fingers curled against the wall, your whole body trembling in anticipation.
“You want it that bad?” His voice was deeper now, breathless, wrecked.
You whimpered, nodding frantically. “Yes—yes, please—”
He clicked his tongue, his hand smacking against your ass hard enough to make you cry out.
“Say it properly.” His cock pressed against your bare skin now, hot and leaking through his boxers, teasing where you needed him most. “Tell me exactly how you want me to fuck you.”
Your breath shuddered. Your brain was gone. Completely useless.
“I—I want you to fuck me until I can’t stand, until I can’t even think—I want you to fill me up, make me your fucking mess, make me scream—”
Jungwon swore under his breath. And then—
He shoved his cock inside you in one brutal thrust.
A ragged, filthy moan punched out of your chest, your body stretching around him, the delicious burn of it sending a shockwave through your spine. Your fingers scrambled for purchase against the wall as he bottomed out, stuffing you so deep you could feel it in your stomach.
Jungwon groaned, his forehead pressing against your shoulder, his breath ragged.
“Holy fuck,” he gritted out. “You’re so fucking tight—”
Your walls clenched around him, making his hips jerk involuntarily, dragging another obscene squelch from between your legs. The sound alone had him groaning, biting down on your shoulder.
And then? He snapped.
He pulled back only to slam back in, setting a brutal, relentless rhythm, fucking you into the wall so hard that the framed picture beside your head shook. Your moans turned into screams, high-pitched and desperate, bouncing off the empty hallway walls, but you didn’t care. You wanted everyone to hear.
Jungwon was panting now, wrecked, completely fucking gone.
“Listen to yourself,” he growled, gripping your hips tighter, dragging you back onto his cock as he slammed forward again. “Fucking screaming for me. You really wanted this, huh? Wanted me to fuck you stupid?”
Your answer was nothing but a broken sob.
His hand reached around, slipping between your legs, rubbing tight, filthy circles on your clit. The pleasure was unbearable, your whole body shaking, throbbing, and you could feel it—
The inevitable. The uncontrollable.
“Come for me, baby,” he groaned against your ear. “Come all over my cock—let me feel you fucking fall apart.”
And then—
You shattered. Completely.
A loud, broken wail tore from your throat, your body locking up, spasming around him as your climax ripped through you. Your walls clamped down so tight that Jungwon lost it immediately after, his rhythm faltering as he buried himself to the hilt, spilling inside you with a deep, wrecked groan.
For a moment, neither of you moved.
The only sound was your ragged breathing, his forehead resting against your shoulder, his arms wrapped tight around your waist. He stayed buried inside you, filling you up completely, as if he wasn’t ready to let you go yet.
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The world outside the hallway didn’t exist anymore. Time had blurred into nothing but the aftershocks of pleasure, the slow hum of satisfaction thrumming through your veins as Jungwon’s body stayed pressed against yours, still buried deep inside you. The both of you were wrecked, breathing hard, coated in sweat and sin, the scent of sex thick in the air, clinging to your skin, to his.
You should have moved. You should have pulled away, found your clothes, pretended this never happened. But you didn’t.
Neither did he.
Instead, he tightened his arms around your waist, keeping you in place, his cock twitching slightly inside you, still hard, still refusing to let you go. A low hum rumbled against your shoulder, his lips brushing against your damp skin, slow, lazy, like he had all the time in the world.
“You’re not going anywhere.” His voice was raspy, sleep-heavy already, like he had decided that the night was far from over.
Your heart slammed against your ribs, your body still overstimulated, burning. You tried to shift, but the movement only made him groan, his cock pressing deeper, making you whimper.
“Jungwon—”
“Shh.” His fingers slid up your stomach, dragging against your overheated skin before slipping beneath your jaw, tilting your face back to him. His lips ghosted over yours, not quite kissing, just tasting. “You can take it, baby. Just stay like this for me. Let me feel you.”
A sharp exhale left your lips, your pulse throbbing at the thought. The idea of staying like this all night, full of him, stretched around him, completely owned by him. You swallowed hard, your nails digging into his arm, your whole body fighting between exhaustion and the craving for more.
But the heat in his eyes told you exactly what he wanted.
And you wanted it too.
You nodded, barely breathing, and his smirk deepened. His fingers slipped lower, brushing against your still-sensitive clit, making you jolt.
“Good girl.”
He adjusted his grip, guiding you both towards the bedroom, his cock still buried inside you, refusing to slip out,refusing to give you even a second to feel empty. The sensation was overwhelming, filthy, unbearably intimate.
By the time he reached the bed, he pulled you down with him, settling you into his lap, his back against the headboard, his arms locking you in place. His hands traced slow, lazy circles over your bare thighs, completely unbothered by the way your body trembled from exhaustion.
You wanted to speak. Wanted to ask him why he was doing this. Why he wasn’t letting go.
But you already knew the answer.
Because this wasn’t the last time.
This wasn’t going to be a one-night thing, a mistake you could brush off in the morning.
Jungwon wasn’t going to let you forget this.
He shifted slightly, his cock twitching inside you, making a filthy, wet sound escape from between your legs, making your head tip back, your breath catching. His grip tightened.
“Tomorrow,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not letting you leave until I’ve fucked you in every way I want.”
A sharp whimper escaped your lips, your fingers digging into his chest as he tilted his head, studying you like he was memorizing the way you were already breaking for him.
“You know that, right?”
Your lips parted, but no sound came out. Your entire body was buzzing, aching, ruined.
Jungwon smiled, smug, knowing, victorious.
His hand slid up your back, gripping the nape of your neck as he pulled you forward, capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss. The kind that sealed the truth neither of you had spoken out loud yet.
This wasn’t the last time.
Not even close.
Because you were his now. And he had no intention of ever letting you go. Not until you knew exactly what it meant to belong to him.
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