>> college au, collegefuckboy!wonbin, inexperienced!reader, fem reader, noncon, alc and weed mentioned, small(?) age gap (both adults), size kink, fingering, p in v, wonbin's kinda misogynistic, unprotected sex, porn w barely any plot???
as you stepped out of the car, the slight breeze that swept through the leaves and dust on the road made the black thong you were wearing peek out in plain view. the denim skirt over it was short, even shorter than your usual clothing. it felt like a costume. a desperate attempt at inclusion. you were the last to follow your group of friends into the house, watching as they laughed together, not even bothering to wait for you or to see if you were following. the atmosphere was already bustling. strobe lights, cups scattered all around, bodies grinding against each other in every corner of the room. the house had a pungent scent of weed and sweat. the sight of the chaos made you feel out of place. the smell of the house made you even more uncomfortable than the initial party itself. as you scanned the house, you watched a couple drunkenly smack their lips together in a corner, a group of guys snorting a mysterious powder. it felt awkward in your own head. you didn't belong here. not in the way that you were a recluse, but you certainly had never even thought of snorting powder, or drinking. your friends were already moving toward some group of guys, leaving you standing alone in the kitchen. you hesitantly poured a cup of liquor and downed it with a grimace.
the night went on in the same uncomfortable grime, with the exact same people. you pushed through the burning sensation in your chest, swallowing a few more cups of liquor. your stomach felt like an inferno and your head was light. the alcohol buzzed through your system, making everything feel much more loose. you stumbled through the house, opening doors frantically in a search for a bathroom. as you twisted the handle, you walked into a laundry room. sitting criss-cross apple sauce was a tall guy clothed in a baggy hoodie, black hair falling over his eyes. he looked almost too beautiful to be real. you hadn't met him before, but the alcohol that coursed through your veins moved you toward him. you gazed at him in a druken haze for a little while before turning to leave. however, his voice a low rumble, made you stop for a second.
"hey, wait."
you slowly turned around, and his and your eyes met once more.
"who're you?" he slurred, his eyes low and red-rimmed. "you're pretty." he gave a dopey smile, revealing white teeth. his smile was too practiced, too easy. he's obviously done this before. you felt a rush of heat crawl up your neck, mixed with the vibration buzzing through your bones from the drinks. "oh, thank you." unstable, but deliberately, you stepped further into the room, noticing the musky smell in the air and weed flakes on the floor. the miniscule conversation turned into laughter and deep conversations. he had such a way with words. well, to your brain, the intoxication makes his attention tooth-rottingly sweet. the alcohol made his voice feel loose and dreamy. the way he spoiled you with compliments made you melt. it was almost as if you were a dried plant, desperate for water with the way you soaked in his words. it was almost pitiful that your desperation would blind you. you would have said no when he told you he was a senior because you're only a freshman. you would've said no especially when offered the blunt. you hadn't even smoked a day in your life and you were way too scared to even try. oddly enough, the void in your chest demanded to be filled with thrill, and your mind demanded an escape. he flicked the lighter to life, heating the end of the joint. smoke filled the air as it burned, sending ash flakes to the white, tiled floor. it smelled like earth and gasoline. you looked at him nervously, watching as he took a drag. he blew the smoke out towards you.
"it's alright. it'll burn a little, but you'll feel good. c'mere."
his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer into his side. he held the blunt up to your lips, teaching you how to inhale smoothly. you coughed immediately, your throat burning, making your head spin even more than it already was from the liquor. it took a little before you started to notice the fuzzy feeling inside, the way your mouth was sticking together, how everything seemed so much louder and more direct. his skin felt warm against the fabric of your skirt, your legs laying on top of his. as the blunt burned between you both, his touches became bolder, his hands exploring the planes of your body. the alcohol lowered your inhibitions significantly, and the weed made you feel pliant. wonbin noticed how melted you were in his hands, how the weed made you so calm. it would be easy to touch you like that. you wouldn't fight him off, despite the fact he was 22 and you were 18, and how you've never really done this. you came here, wearing that thong, that slutty outfit. what else could you want other than to get fucked? wonbin saw an opportunity, so he took it. the soft caress of his fingertips against your smooth thighs made his heart twinge with excitement. the thought of corruption pleased him more than anything else in the room.
you don't even recall what he was rambling about, you just remember how he hauled you onto his lap, laughing mockingly about how easy it was to get you like this. you straddled him, your knees pressed against the cold, hard floor on either side of his muscular thighs. his large hand roughly pulled off your skirt, revealing your thong-clad pussy. the fabric was already wet. all it took was some pet names and some touch to get you moist, it was pathetic and unwanted. but nonetheless, wonbin only saw it as submission. it felt like your body was betraying you in some distant way, while your mind couldn't even form a coherent thought to tell you whether you wanted this or not. you rested your head against his shoulder, eyes half closed as your thong dropped down to your lower thighs. the moment his fingertip breached you, it stung. a bright, biting flash right at the opening. your body clenched instinctively, tears pricking your eyes. you whimpered softly, gripping his shoulders as he pushed deeper inside you, stroking your front wall.
"fuck, you're so tight. probably a virgin, huh? it's okay. i'll take care of you."
he pulled out his finger slightly, gentling the touch. his other hand moved to your hip, gripping tightly. he let his finger curl deep inside you every so often, guiding your hips so your clit is grinding relentlessly against his knuckles. you moaned uncontrollably. your body and mind were two opposite forces, yet, both were somewhat pliant as he got you wetter and wetter. a gasp fled your lips as he pulled his finger out abruptly. "you're small.. wonder if it'll bulge.." he muttered, more to himself than you. he used the hand that was inside you to unbuckle his jeans with haste, freeing them enough to be able to slide down his boxers and let his cock leak milky white goo against his hoodie. his tongue darted out to lick his lips, and he was breathing so heavy it was audible and strong against your ear. you babbled softly, incoherently from the alcohol and weed's heavy blanket as he moved. he softly interjected with occasional mhms and yeas just to keep you distracted enough so he could keep using your body for his own pleasure. as soon as he slowly started to slide inside you, an involuntary, choked gasp broke your babbling. he groaned loudly, sliding so deep inside you the head of his cock nearly slammed into your cervix. the sensation of his cock drilling through your walls felt torturous, yet the pressure was so intense, your body couldn't help but to expand for him.
wonbin felt your body inviting him in, and it just spurred him on further. he kept thrusting slow and deep, just riding out the feeling of your walls getting looser and wetter. you swore on your entire life that you didn't want this, that you never even introduced the idea of getting fucked on in a laundry room like this, but your body couldn't help accommodating his huge length. he focused intensely on your abdomen, watching his hips shift up and the bulge of his cock move higher with them. his mouth stays open, guttural groans and low moans spilling out as he speeds up. your head lolls against his shoulder, mouth open, high whimpers coming out uncontrollably. you were so full, so full of this random senior, raw. the pressure of him, the way he slammed into your cervix with his rhythm made heat pool in your belly. your stomach felt taut, and the pleasure was like a tight coil ready to snap. your drool dripped down onto his shirt, leaving a small wet patch. as you got closer, you clenched tightly around wonbin, making his rhythm even faster. the pleasure mixed with pain, and at this point, you were so close to the edge your legs started to shake against his. with a final thrust against your cervix, you finally came, a white-hot flash of intense pleasure that made you scream. your toes curled and your hips bucked against him. you immediately felt warm spurts inside you as he came, groaning and moving with shallow thrusts.
as wonbin stopped moving inside of you, you slumped against him, body heavy with exertion. the room was filled with your mingled pants, your fingers curled tightly into his shirt. he stayed like that for a moment, just still and deep inside you. his arms wrapped around you tightly, making you unable to even try and free from his grasp. you had no idea how you were going to get home right now.
hear me out yandere beomgyu that's obsessed with fem reader
𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇𝑆 𝐷𝐸𝐴𝐷 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐵𝑈𝑅𝐼𝐸𝐷. ݁₊ ♱
C.BG
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ!ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ꨄ︎ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ
ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: you have such a doting boyfriend, you have no idea the lengths he will go to for you. Really…you don’t… but you will.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: NSFW, minors do not interact, mature themes, reader described as fem presenting, unwanted advancement(it's actually not gyu), light stalking, murder(gyu is lowkey a psychopath okay ofc he's gonna be doing all that), blood, smut, dom!gyu, (he's a little mean I guess but not too much, mostly just obsessed), him and reader are freaks, pet names, hair pulling, light asphyxiation, rough sex, dirty talk, finger sucking, creampie, I’m probably missing a few but lmk
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 4.5k
𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ⚠︎
𝙆𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨…⋆˚࿔ okay im obsessed with this prompt anon you really cooked with this, I haven't read many yandere fics but the ones I have oooou they are something >ᴗ< so I really I hope I did this justice for you!!! Enjoyed writing yandere gyu a lil too much so expect him to return sometime in the future!
Idk how common this is in the trope but I thought: imagine if reader was lowkey just as crazy as he is ahaha and then I rolled with it, hope that's okay <𝟑 .ᐟ
Beomgyu has always known from a very young age that somethings just look a little... different to him. Like there's a missing link somewhere in his synapses that carry that vital information of empathy to where it needs to be. It seems to leak out and get lost along the way.
Everyone is just purely so uninteresting to him that caring seems like a hassle. Why keep flogging a dead horse if it can no longer entertain you?
It's been spoken so many times that psychopaths all start the same, torturing any poor unsuspecting creature because it's easy to test the waters that way. They rarely scream and never fight back, they just cower and succumb to their fate at the hands of the superior hunter. The evolutionary predator that is the Homosapien.
Beomgyu thinks it's an overplayed conclusion. A bore. It's a waste of breath to tussle with something so insignificant to receive a brief jump of dopamine just to chase the thrill all again. Worthless feelings.
No, Beomgyu has never felt anything close to what those simpletons have felt. To chase something purely to feed a craving is beyond valueless to him it's barely worth the thought. A petty idea, to bend to the will of someone else, pathetic.
Of course, that was until he met you.
He's met so many pretty girls through each party he tags along to with his friends that he looses the desire to count. Every one is exactly the same as the last and they all start to blend into one another after a while, they flutter their eyelids, laugh and stroke his arm, all waiting for him to give them the same thing; his number.
Why? So the can hookup with him for one night and forget his name by the next. Pointless. Not a singular stimulating thought from any of their dull brains so for what purpose should he entertain any of them for? In fact he's starting to tire of parties all together, the same people rotating with the same people each time and then those people want to talk to him about menial, mindless chatter over speakers pumping too loud to hear. This is a bore too and so he'll leave, slip out the back so no one can even attempt to sway him into staying.
But as he manoeuvres his way through the sea of people for the opening he can spot past the backyard gate, he collides so forcefully with something it knocks himself and whatever was in his way down to the ground. In a split second he's formulating the sickliest sweet apology he can muster, all pre scripted because it's so much harder to fein sympathy from scratch, but he glances beneath him before the words can slip out.
You're a tiny little thing, all doe eyed and innocent until you open those succulent lips of yours "you fucker. Didn't your mother teach you to take a girl out before you get her wet?"
He's fucking hypnotised by you the second you speak. Your smirking up at him like butter wouldn't melt despite the filth in your words, but sure enough you've spilt the cup that was in your hands all down your pretty pink shirt, painted opaque now that the liquid is seeping through the material. Your bra is peeking out; ruby red and lacy and it makes him salivate.
"Are you gonna help me up or keep staring at my boobs?" You reprimand, face a little straighter now while you wait for him to offer a hand out for you to stand "fuck, sorry"
This apology is not rehearsed because it's the first time in his life someone has made him falter, stumble over how to navigate a situation because he prides himself on memorising every single lick of detail about how people communicate with eachother. It's a study he's proficient in but you have him like a goddamn kid in preschool relearning it all.
And you're beautiful. So painfully fucking gorgeous the angels must have wept when you left, gathering the harps and flutes to await your arrival once more.
"You owe me for this. How would you like to pay? I take cash or card, whatever you choose" he genuinely cannot tell if it's a joke because you're smiling as though it is but there's a flame behind your eyes, one that looks a little too similar to the reflection staring back at him in the mirror.
"I'm taking you out instead" a snap decision he knows is right the second you huff a laugh, linking your arm in his as you start to trot away with him in tow.
"Well? I don't have forever, either take me out now or never"
And that's how it started with you, but never where it ends. After the second date you're already calling him 'beomie' and clinging to him like he's the life raft tethered out at sea and he's never loved anything more. You're his polar opposite in every way he can think, dainty and cute and you look like a little piece of cotton candy hanging from his arm while he's all piercings and a swooping mop of dark hair, clad in all the dark colors you steer clear of. He's your perfect accessory, a guard dog of a boyfriend.
He use to think people were all sensless and monotonous, he still does but you; the little firecracker he spilt a drink on that one fateful night is never anything close to such. No, you're far too pure for anything this rotten world could touch, a diamond in the rough. He would quite literally torch the earth to see how the glow bathes you golden, watch you dance in the flames.
But to you, he's all smiles and 'yes, baby'. He holds doors for you like a gentleman does and pulls chairs out for you to sit on. His job pays him little but it's the only thing worth his time (apart from you), stacking the library shelves with books of vast knowledge on anything he can set his mind to, and no one to bother him with menial questions. With the pay he does get it all goes towards you, you only have to take one glance at a bag or a dress in a shop window and it's yours, sat neatly on your bed the next day with a note:
'From your Beomie xxx'
And he has oh so much fun ripping each and every new dress from your body, tearing them to shreds on his bedroom floor because your body looks so much better without the material shrouding it; underneath him and in his bed. He loves it so because here is the only place you smell solely of him, his sheets imprint his scent deep into your skin and his cum dribbles down your thighs to claim you his and only his.
As if his friends and yours couldn't tell already, he accompanies you to most meet ups like a lost puppy and his friends all call him 'whipped', as though he should be ashamed. He's not. When it comes to you, he'd lay down in dirt just so you'd have a carpet to walk on. You know it and adore him for it. You've never felt so loved and seen in your entire life, what's not to love about a doting boyfriend that doesn't allow you to lift a finger? Who makes sure you're eating enough and serenades you with love songs he's written just for you? Who fucks you crazy into the mattress and then treats you like a princess?
You hit jackpot with him because if only you knew the lengths he'd go to keep you content and happy.
You come home one day all sullen and flitting whenever he brushes against you and that just won't do. He's so in tune with each and every little mood you have that even the slightest deviation and he's painfully aware, and when he approaches from behind, wrapping his arms tight around your waist to surprise attack you with kisses scattered across your neck and you flinch, it makes bile rise high in his abdomen. The singular implication that you could be afraid of him devastates his entire self.
"What's wrong with you today, baby? So jumpy" he tries to play off the unpleasantries settling in his gut for you, you should never have to witness such an ugly side to him.
"Sorry, Beomie. Just on edge right now I guess" you gently huff and lean your head into his kisses, but now he's in no mood for that. He spins you gently in his arms, palms cupping your cheeks and without words you know he wants to know all your troubles. He needs to correct them so you can live pleasantly again.
You pout exaggeratedly, bottom lip wobbling as you look into your besotted boyfriend's chocolate irises "there's this guy at work..."
He's seething, the beginnings of a snarl ripping from his throat but he lets you continue. He'll always give you that grace.
"He's so strange, Beomie. Everywhere I turn he just seems to be there, watching me already. I must've told him about you a thousand times but he still asks for my number and claims to misremember me ever saying anything about a boyfriend. He kept trying to touch me discreetly today so I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put my worries from work on you" with every new word you add his blood is boiling, a rage so intense brewing inside his bones he's never known before. How this filth could make you tremble so in his arms when he only wishes to keep you cradled away from harm.
But if he's learnt anything from studying people your eyes are pleading with his, begging him to understand your plight and be a shoulder to share your burdens. He'd take it all on if he could, erase every little negative thought this guy has ever planted in your head and wipe him from the face of the earth. In fact, he'd be doing you a disservice not to. It's his duty as your boyfriend; your protector to do just so.
So he swallows the wrath and places a soft kiss to your forehead.
"Don't ever apologise for feeling frightened or like you're a burden to me, you're my world and your problems are mine. Let me handle this, yeah?"
You nod softly into his palms, he coos and pulls you closer until you're fully embraced in his arms, rocking you in the kitchen as though all your worries can float away with the wind.
Because they can. You've given him permission and he has his sights set on correcting this moral failure against you. No one will ever lay their hands on you and he'll be there to see to that.
He follows you to work the next day, black hood up and you're so blissfully unaware of his presence. It should make him concerned how little aware of your surroundings you are, were you usually this unaware that anything could happen to you? But there's an underlying feeling that you can somehow detect his presence and it's settling you with ease. That's why you're so calm; because your beomie will always protect you.
He observes from afar, he'd never get away with sitting in the actual coffee shop with you or a college coming up to take his order, so through the glass windows will have to do, inconspicuously scrolling through his phone for appearances.
He witnesses with his own eyes just how disgusting this parasite acts towards you, every little thing that you don't; how he stares at your body when you turn your back and Beomgyu is not a reactive man but he just might have to become one, teeth clenched each and every time he hovers too close to something that doesn't belong to him.
It's made even more difficult because he can tell how restless this guy makes you, you're hyper aware of every little stimulus that brushes your skin because it could be him and the phone almost shatters by how tightly it's clasped in his hands observing this.
He needs to compose himself, because this fury he feels will not serve you in the long run. No, he needs to be calculated to deal with this for you, to reserve the turmoil inside until the moment comes.
Eventually your shift ends but Beomgyu remains, monitoring this creep until he eventually closes up, heading out as he makes his way elsewhere. Beomgyu stalks; it's not fun and it doesn't give him the thrill those psychopaths who start small with animals and move up to humans must feel when they do so. This is the exact effort he's never imagined applying himself to, following just distantly enough to not arouse suspicion is tough work when this guy seems to be aware that something is tracking him. But this is for you. To keep you safe so he'll truly do anything to ensure that.
For that to happen, this guy simply has to go. He's too much of a threat to you so each plunge of the knife feels therapeutic to Beomgyu. Perhaps he and those nutcases he reads about in the news have something in common after all, watching the light drain from his eyes, unadultered terror sinking into his bones does give him a rush of satisfaction. All for you. The guy is clawing into his hoodie, desperately trying to grip to life but Beomgyu jeers down at him, biting back the desire to spit his detest into this guys face for it to be the last thing he remembers of this world, but he can't leave his dna anywhere near this. Nothing that could pin this to him.
He's read enough of the books in his library to know the murders least investigated are homeless and drug involved incidents, the lowest of society that seem to be brushed under the rug in the eyes of the law and public. Luckily for him, this creep is the latter, he's already stocked with substances deep in the pocket of his jeans but adding more can never hurt, with the removal of the cash in his wallet and the empty shell of it thrown over his body, the scene looks nothing more than a drug dealers scuttle gone wrong. Exactly as planned.
Thankfully the dark material of his hoodie soaks up the crimson enough to conceal it under any lamplight that shines on him on the short way back to his apartment, carefully peeling the gloves away so he doesn't contaminate the door handles anywhere. When he's inside there's a plastic sheet already laid out on his floor to shed his blood soaked clothes onto and not straight into his wooden floors where he'd have to scrub to remove stains. As far as he's willing to go for you some steps are just unnecessary.
In the process the blood is marring his skin, painting his chest and abdomen red with streaks where he struggles to peel the hoodie off, heading to the bathroom to clean off properly but there's something he hasn't quite planned for. His bedroom door is titled slightly ajar and that's not how he left it, stalking carefully to take a peek inside incase he finds more than he bargained for, and a witness to his crime.
With knuckles clenched and ready to defend, it's all panic and euphoria to find you, tucked up in his sheets. You shouldn't be here, you shouldn't be witness to him in this state because you deserve sunshine and rainbow and not literal blood and guts. You're far too pure. But after all, this is his absolute favourite place to find you, where you belong. To know you seeked him out floods him with the sense of relief he's never understood until meeting you.
Because truly, you've introduced him to waves of new emotions that were seemingly locked away deep inside. You, who is vibrant and adorable and everything right with the world. The only thing right. You've made him so profoundly fucking obsessed, the kind you move mountains for. The kind you kill for.
But the creek of the door seems to rouse you awake, eyes snapping to the hallway where you see your lovely boyfriend, stood completely still, face blank and something staining his skin.
"Beomie?" You rub the sleep from your eyes and shuffle over to him, pausing on the edge of the bed where those blurry stains turn tellingly crimson and sticky. This is the exact moment he's been avoiding, he's never wanted to be seen as anything close to insane by you but if that's what he need to be to keep you, he will. So he's stood, calculating every possible response from here.
"Beomie, you're hurt..." you coo and prance up to him, clad in your tiniest bra and panties looking so insanely ravishing he wants nothing more than to take you right here and now, but he needs to know how this is going to go. Whether the depths of his devotion will revolt you.
When you reach him your fingers make quick work to glide along each red streak, feeling for some kind of wound but with each one you find nothing. He's watching the gears grind in your mind in real time as you realise that this isn't his blood.
"Whose blood is this?" Your tone falls as flat as his face, devoid of the sweetness when you call his name but still lacking the disgust he expects and he just knows; if you don't feel disgust by now he can mould you so that him and that thought never cross wires in your brain.
His hand comes to wrap around your neck, constricting just so that you can still breathe freely but you're stuck in place, held there by a minuscule of his strength. Oh, now he's sure that there must be something so deliciously wrong with you because he swears he hears you fucking purr.
"The things I do for you, baby. You should be on your fucking knees thanking me for it" he's pulling you closer by the neck, growling into your ear and the cool metal of his lip ring tingles your skin when he bites the shell of your ear. His other hand drags your body closer until you're plush against his chest, printing you with the same shade of scarlet.
He'd always thought of you as a perfect little angel, something heavenly gifted to him for some unknown reason but the blood of your harasser might just be the best accessory you can wear, you’re a little devil not gifted but hand crafted just for him.
"That asshole should've listened when you told him 'bout me. Went and got himself a little bit cut up for it, completely avoidable, right baby?" He's testing you, letting the hand rested on your waist slip lower, hovering above your panties and to his delight you're fucking soaking through the material.
"Oh you filthy girl... you like this don't you? Like knowing I'd do anything for you. You're fucking spoilt, you know that?" He squeezes just an inch tighter, constricting your windpipes only a little more and you whimper, bucking into the hand by your crotch, feening for him.
"So good to me, Beomie..." you flutter your eyelids, pleading for more.
In a snap he's picking you up in his arms, hands planted on your ass to keep you stable as he walks you to the edge of the bed, throwing you down because he knows the mattress is a soft landing. You yelp all the same and it lights a fire in his lower belly; sultry, bambi eyes as you look up at him and he knows he's done for. You're his undoing and his only vice.
His entire heart and soul.
He's kneeling before you just off the edge of the bed, ghosting lips above the lace of your panties while he's peering at you between thighs "always told you I'd do anything for you. Believe me now?" Snarling so the vibrations rumble straight to your core.
"...please don't tease" you whine, trying to shuffle closer but his arm clamps on your stomach to keep you planted exactly where you are, wriggling so tantalising against him.
"Now, now, baby, I've earned this. You gonna let me take what's mine or do I have to remind you?" You could stomp your feet, sulk but it's not going to get you what you want any faster, so you concede, throwing your head back in reluctant acceptance "good choice"
He feathers light kisses against your inner thighs, tauntingly everywhere but where you need him most so when his lips finally attach to your clothed pussy you sob unexpectedly, thrusting for every extra sensation you can get. Sucking the material allows all his saliva to soak through but leaves the barrier in place that separates your folds from his wet muscle and it's so frustratingly good.
"...so delicious" but his actions contradict, pulling himself up so that he can see how wrecked you already, writhing below and reaching for him. There's blood everywhere now, sheening your skin and tarnishing the sheets. He never intended for it to get so...messy. Any other time he'd be repulsed having to clean this up for someone else but you look so goddamn inviting, begging for him even though you know what he's committed for you.
Its intoxicating.
"You're just as fucked up as I am" snaring greedily down at you, your panties rip as his fingers tug them away and you squeal, red lines forming against your hip from the friction "hush, baby. Don't pretend like you don't like this"
He drops his boxers and thrusts roughly inside you with one swift movement, no time to adjust before he's slamming in and out in brutal tempo
"Don't pretend like I can't feel you clenching around me at the thought of me being so devoted to you" he gruffs in your ear, downing out the harsh sounds of skin slapping echoing on his bedroom walls.
"Like you're not soaking me to the thought that I'll end the life of anyone who disrespects you" it's all true, you can hear the squelch every time his hips collide with yours, you're just so lucky to have found someone so unwaveringly loyal. Your beomie.
His hands are both gripping the sheets beside your head, holding himself steady to drill repeatedly inside you but you pull one of his hands to your lips, slipping his index and middle fingers past your tongue so you can suckle, holding such deep eye contact while you do his heart won't settle down pumping blood just for you.
An animalistic gnarl claws its way out of his throat at the sight of you, cheeks hollowed and lips puckered around his digits while you swirl your tongue them around. He could cum from this alone but he's not quite finished with you yet.
"-You're gonna be the death of me, baby"
You release his fingers with a pop, beckoning him to lean down for you in what he thinks will be one of the sweetest kisses you'll grace him with but as he's halfway down the bed to reach you, you're gripping his hair and pulling him the rest of the way by his roots. You ghost your lips against his but never actually kiss there, murmuring "you're not allowed to die, I'll kill you if you even think about leaving me like that"
You emphasise by tugging his lip piercing with your teeth, sending a shiver down his spine. Oh he's met his match with you.
"My god I fucking love you-"
He swats your hands away and holds them above your head so you know whose in control here, constricting how much you can move against the restraint no matter how much you wish to touch him, he won't let you now. He has to prove to you that no matter the obstacle, he'll always outplay it, that he'll cheat death just to remain with you.
He pounces you back on the mattress with a sloppy kiss, it's all tongue and saliva but neither of you care much when there's still blood painting the both of you. It's ferocious and all passion, a fervour to feel deeper and harder.
Bruising against your cervix with each brutal pounding, your legs are starting to tremble with each tremor thrashing you about, now your wrists are pinned under his hand you're solely at his mercy "gonna cum, beomie- FUCK!-" you're actually screaming, a serenade to his ears and convulsing around him uncontrollably, legs now quivering as your body contorts to the feeling of reaching a peak so delectable "that's it, such a good little princess for me"
You're wriggling, trying to run away from the overstimulation of reaching your end and still feeling him plunging over and over "Want me to fill you up?" Nodding nonsensically, anything to have the savagery of his thrusts mellow to allow you a breath
"beg..."
You're so beyond words but they seem to find you in a miracle of coherency "please, beomie, want you to cum inside so bad, need it..." if there's one thing he's taught you it's how to apply your words just right, pushing down all his pressure points until he can no longer resist you. He never really wants to, but sometimes you just need that gentle reminder that you're his.
"So sweet...can't say no to you" in one final thrust he's spewing everything he has into you, diving so deep his seed will have nowhere spill to, your body has no choice but to accept him as it always does. He's all gritty groans and shuddering breaths while locking himself inside you, releasing your hands finally to grasp your cheeks and pull you into his lips again.
"I promise you I'll always keep you safe. This fucker tried to steal you and look where that got him. Nothing, and I mean nothing, will ever come between us" He's speaking through broken kisses, glancing down between your bodies with his eyes where the blood has dried against both of your skin, the last remnants of some nobody you've already forgotten the name of.
"My sweet, beomie. God help the next one" you smirk because you know your boyfriend all too well. Now he's had the taste of vengeance he'll likely let rip on anyone who even glances wrongly at you. He knows it too.
It's not an obsession of killing, that's the grubby part, the part he has to get his hands dirty for the sake of you. His infatuation runs so far down that he will never complain though, it's his honour to defend you. Your knight in bloody armor.
You've found home in his heart and he'll never let you go now, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
៹ sypnosis 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 following the events of your pool party gone wrong, you have been in thrown into the depths of confusion as your step brother has been ignoring you after catching you sleeping with his best friend. having no clue what is happening, your parents planned a retreat to straighten things out. leaving you no choice but to spend a summer retreat with two guys you are infatuated with.
៹ pairings 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 step brother!soobin x fem!reader x step brother's best friend!beomgyu
៹ genre 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 dead dove! smut with almost no plot. gist of unrequited love. (step) brother's best friend. non!idol au.
៹ warnings 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 detailed explicit content. multiple sex scenes. dom!soogyu + sub!reader. heavy themes of stepcest & exhibitionism. threesome. vouyerism. p in v. unprotected sex. public sex. oral (f and m rec). masturbation. face sitting. riding. dual penetration. some slurs. lots of petnames. overstimulation. multiple orgasm. fingering. nipple play. humping. dirty, dirty talk (mostly beomgyu).
៹ word count 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 11400+ (this is not proofread, pls don't judge)
IT HAS BEEN TWO WEEKS SINCE YOUR STEP BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND MESSED YOUR SUPPOSED TO BE PERFECT SUMMER. And, it has also been two weeks since that same step brother caught your just-got-fucked state after his best friend took your virginity. Between those days, you didn't hear anything from anyone. Not even to Beomgyu, who is the one who managed to bring you home after Soobin left you in that room with him.
Which is weird, considering what he just said after the door opened that day. But it is much weirder that you are still thinking about it until now.
Speaking of Soobin, he has been weirdly distancing himself from you. No more morning banters, or late night messages of “are you up?” before walking towards the nearest 24/7 store. Making you feel like you are at fault for hopping on his best friend's dick when clearly your sex life has nothing to do with him. It baffles you at most. Just like that one moment when your whole family is out for dinner and he asks his father to pass the salt when you are still using it.
You didn't know that he could be this petty. To the point that even your parents interrogate you if you have done something to your step brother for him to act like that. Of course, there is no way you could hand them a proper answer—not when you are also left with dozens of questions why he, out of all people, is ignoring you like he is allergic to your presence.
And of course, Beomgyu. The last thing you heard from him is when you overheard Soobin talking to his dad about the league he is playing on the TV. His father asked if he is playing with his friend who is a chatterbox, for which Soobin replied that he and that friend haven't been talking much these days.
Assuming that he is referring to Beomgyu, it made you more confused and left-out. You want to think that this must be the reason why he hasn't contacted you after that party incident. Because it is uncomfortable for him and Soobin that he is dicking you down when you are his step sibling. But then again, it will all come down to what Soobin had said the moment he saw you and Beomgyu sharing a bed together, with hints of sex clinging in the air.
You couldn't wait for me?
It doesn't make sense. His attitude now compared from the way he treated you before doesn't align and it is driving you nuts. Whatever’s going between you and Beomgyu doesn't help either. Hell, even your girly crush on him puts you in a deep state of doubt.
Was it all a one-time thing to him? Does he go into an after sex clarity after you two got caught by his best friend that happens to be your older step brother? It spirals your mind out of control.
Another problem is, being stuck in one place with Soobin makes you feel like you are in a prison. Your parents even feel like they are walking on eggshells whenever you two are around. So, in order to straighten things out, the best solution that they could think of is going on a family retreat.
Which is why you are now under the morning sunlight, arms crossed in your chest as you watch your step father load all the things and baggage in the trunk. You were the one helping him ever since Soobin was nowhere to be found after he was tasked to buy some chips and soda to serve as snacks in the cabin.
Your mom even asked you to text the guy since you are scheduled to leave an hour from now. For which you did, breaking your no-contact streak with him after two weeks. You could never say no to your mother—that is why this whole fiasco started anyway. Still, it would break her heart if their efforts on reconciling their children go to waste.
06:30 | Aa Soobin
mom is looking for you.
get back home.
don’t ruin this for them.
read.
That was twenty-five minutes ago. And until now, your hell-of-a-kind step brother is still missing in action. Your step father just finished packing up, now starting the car while your mother is still trying to reach Soobin. She just hit another dead end when you saw two familiar figures walking towards your garage.
It was step brother, and beside him is a person that you could loathe from afar—Beomgyu, with a stuffed bag pack hanging on his shoulder.
“Oh Soobin, thank heavens!” Your mom exclaimed, walking towards the two men who took turns in giving her a warm hug. “Sorry I took some time, I wanted to bring Gyu along with us.” He announced, not even giving you a single glance like your opinion about the matter is not important.
“Well, I hope you all don't mind. Soobin said that it is an outdoor retreat,” Beomgyu's deep, raspy voice felt unfamiliar yet eerily satisfying to your ears. It might be hard to admit, but his effects on your body haven't moderated, not even one bit. “You all know that’s my speciality.” He grinned, finding it easy to get along with your parents.
You unconsciously roll your eyes, impatiently tapping your fingers in your arms as you watch them share some giggles and adore Beomgyu's chitchats while you all soak in the sun’s early heatwave. It is obvious that they do not mind, they wholly consider that guy as their second son. Finally remembering her daughter, your mom turned to you, her hands still resting on Beomgyu's shoulder.
“You ready to go, dear?” Your mom gently asked, sweetly smiling as she helped Beomgyu put his bag into the trunk. “Sure,” You sounded too airy, clearing your throat after realizing that your voice got wobbly. “I mean, sure. Let's go.”
Silently repenting for being too affected by his presence, you quickly went to grab the car's handle but Soobin suddenly went to the other side. There he goes again. He was really testing your sanity, and you could tell that it was all on purpose. That man knew how much you loved the window seat. And now, you have to talk to the guy you want to thoroughly ignore just to make sure that you would secure the other side.
Which you failed to do so, not when your mom already gestured to you to make space so Beomgyu could enter. Leaving you stuck in between these two men who really sit like you doesn't exist in their perspective.
“All good to go?” Your step father asked, and Beomgyu gave an exaggerated thumbs up. Squirming at your position, you could not help but subtly glare at the guy on your left.
This retreat will surely not end on a good note.
THE RIDE TO YOUR PARENT’S CABIN WAS SUSPICIOUSLY QUIET. Your mom was napping in the front seat, while your step father was listening to the morning radio as he drove calmly. Soobin, who was sitting on your right, also had his eyes closed. Head closely tipping into your shoulder the moment he dozed off.
The peaceful ambiance inside the car also made you dozy, but you couldn't possibly stay still when Beomgyu's fingers kept on brushing on your thigh. He was on his wired earphones, listening to God knows what with his eyes glued in the scenery outside. Yet, it doesn't change the fact that his fingertips glaze on your skin ever since your mom and Soobin went unconscious, giving you goosebumps every single time.
As much as you want to ignore it, your eyes flew in shock when his warm palm fully rested itself on your flesh. Your head instantly swaying to check if Soobin was awake on your other side before you squint your eyes at Beomgyu. The beat of your heart ran fast, thighs instinctively closing themselves shut as you tried to remove his hand on it. Yet, he remained persistent, even grasping on it tighter.
If you were confused before the ride started, you are now deeply and intently mystified. Because why is he touching you under no permission when he clearly disregarded your overall being for the whole two weeks.
Running out of patience, you gently tugged his earphones to catch his attention. “What are you doing?” Beomgyu faced you with a smirk on his lips, casually removing the earphones he was wearing to solely focus on you. “Yes? You are cold?” Your brows creased at his random response, caught off guard with how tender his voice is.
“What? No—”
“It’s okay, you could borrow my jacket.”
A wrinkle formed in your forehead at his out of context replies, watching him take off his jacket while you are still comprehending his words. You knew he was teasing you, pissing you off even. This is one of the oldest tricks he has that you have learned by watching him from afar.
But the question is why? Why is he doing this when he disappeared in your lives for two weeks after that thing happened in the party? Is he really trying to drive you crazy?
Soon, you found his jacket on your lap, covering your lower body that left you utterly puzzled. Cautiously, you observe your surroundings if anyone has seen your whole interaction with Beomgyu but they are still in their previous positions. With Soobin now leaning too closely to rest his head on your shoulder.
Being in a limited space, you decided that you would just confront Beomgyu later on to avoid any drama before the retreat even starts. However, the man on your left can't really keep his hands on himself. Once again feeling his palm roam into your thigh under his jacket.
For then you realized what those replies meant. He is being a sneaky motherfucker.
“Gyu,” You tried to warn him, minimizing your voice as you knew that your step father can still hear your banters. Your hands also crept under the jacket, trying to unlatch his palm into your flesh but his hold on your thigh was way too firm.
“Stop moving,” His low whisper tingles your nerves, anxiety starting to swarm in your chest as you try to maintain calm. “You don't want them to notice us, right?” He then uttered, fingers slowly creeping up your inner thighs. You were about to move away from him when Soobin's sleeping head finally landed on your shoulder, locking you on that spot.
The position the three of you have in the backseat leaves you in deep contradiction. It is not that you didn't miss Beomgyu's touch, or his presence in total. Because even if you deny it or claim that you despise his sudden self-insert in your retreat, you have missed this—him, so much. But, you are also aware that this is not the appropriate place for his needs. Not when you two could be exposed with one harsh break and you have his best friend sleeping directly on your shoulder.
Still, you tried to remove his tempting touch on your body. But before you could even move, his fingers have already found their way to your covered cunt, turning your mind completely blank. You flinched at the contact, immediately checking Soobin to see if his sleep got disturbed at your sudden action. Your lips are in a thin line, compressing the soft sounds trying to escape you as Beomgyu continues to rub his finger on the soft fabrics of your shorts.
You cannot think straight, mind intently focused on your panties are getting damped with how his fingers played with your pussy. The hands that were trying to stop him were now gripping his wrist, nails digging into his skin for support. Beomgyu smugly turned his eyes back on the window, his index finger swiftly swaying enough fabrics of your shorts alongside your panties just to rub your pussy bare.
A soft gasp left you when you felt his rough fingertips glazed into your wet clit, lips trembling when you felt him toyed with your sticky slick. Your eyes went tightly shut when Beomgyu scattered your essence in your pussy lips, hips gradually rocking to meet his every thrust. It almost made the jacket that is covering your lap to slip out, and to your luck, you were still able to catch its hem.
Beomgyu looked at you in panic, yet it doesn't take long when a cunning smile is plastered on his lips. “Careful,” He mumbled in your ear, a finger now poking your aching hole. “They might finally see how dirty you are, sunshine.” His words added more burning sensation into your core, breathing going unstable at the delicate movement of his fingers around your entrance.
Your mind went hazy when you heard the same nickname he gave you before, pussy clenching into nothing. You tugged your lips hard when you felt one of his fingers enter your walls, back arching within the seat. Clutching his jacket tighter, you tried to fight every urge to let any whine escape your throat. Gritting your teeth, you gave Beomgyu a solemn look as a silent plea—but even yourself is not sure if you want him to move his finger away or to beg him to go faster.
“Shit, Gyu…” You breathlessly whispered, feeling your cunt leaking juices into the leather seat at every jerk of his finger. He just gave you a smirk, his finger wiggling inside your walls that made you abruptly moan. In shock, you coughed loudly as a cover up, sweats now gliding on your forehead.
Glancing at the rearview mirror, you had a short eye contact with your step father before he brought his eyes back on the road. “You good with the temperature, kid?” He casually asked, however small whines kept erupting from your throat, especially now that Beomgyu added another finger inside your aching pussy. “Uhm-hmm!” You gave him a quick nod, gulping when you subtly hear a soft squelch from your wetness.
“Not too cold? How ‘bout you, Beomguy?” The older man fixed his mirror before he gave Beomgyu a brief glance. “Never better, sir!” Beomgyu cheerfully replied, both fingers curling deep inside your walls—leaving you restless on your seat with half of your brain barely remembering that you could wake up your step brother who is sleeping soundly on the other side.
Your hips began to chase his fingers, with one of your palms instinctively flying to cover your face. Forcing your head down, you held onto the jacket harder, chest heaving with Beomgyu’s slow and torturing thrust. You are silently cursing him in your mind, because how can he have a decent conversation with your step father while his fingers are deeply seated in your walls like it is nothing?
“Speaking of cold, we’ll stop over in a bit, we need to buy some ice.”
“It would be my pleasure to help, given that I just invited myself here!”
“That's what I love to hear,” The low chuckles of your step dad filled the car, with Beomgyu laughing with him. You could hardly bear the heavy weight hanging on your abdomen, but there is no way you would cum on the backseat and let your essence fill the room's atmosphere.
You tried to conceal every whine to a short cough, but you suddenly choked when his finger hit that spongy spot in your walls. A loud squeal came from you, loud enough for your step father to hit the breaks and for Beomgyu to panic and retreat his fingers. Soobin suddenly sat straight up as his eyes fluttered open, utterly shocked at your shriek.
“Are you okay?” Beomgyu slurry asked, playing it cool while he discreetly wipes his finger into his handkerchief. You glared at him, sighing as you adjusted your position in the backseat. The uncomfortable mess between your thighs made you wince, internally praying that none of them notice anything.
“Yeah, kid. What was that?” Your step father butted in, turning his head to check the situation. The worst part is, you could feel Soobin’s burning looks at your side. So, you pulled Beomgyu’s jacket on your lap to hide any signs of the indecency you were doing while he was asleep.
“Nothing,” Your tone grew small, still unable to gather your breath, “I hit my toe in mom’s seat.”
The man in front huffed as he laughed at your excuse. You felt sorry for lying to your step father, but there is no better excuse for what really happened. Timidly fixing the hem of your shorts under the jacket before giving Beomgyu a short glance, only to see that he was already watching your every move with a cunning smile on his face.
He is really making it hard for you to forget who he is to you.
FLUSHED CHEEKS, SWOLLEN LIPS, AND AN AWARD-WORTHY SWEATING FACE. That is how you looked in front of the mirror. You just finished cleaning up yourself, even shuddering at the sight of your soiled panties with what Beomgyu did to you. He offered his jacket before you went into the cranked-up bathroom of a gas station, which was indeed helpful to hide the big wet patch in the fabrics of your shorts.
Leaning into the sink, you mindlessly washed your hands, still in the moment of what happened in the backseat. This doesn’t answer why he—they choose to ignore you, if ever, it even made you more puzzled on what the hell is going on in their minds. Soobin is still not talking to you, but you have that gut feeling that he is aware of what happened. Beomgyu and his blabbermouth are the worst combinations of all time.
You took a shallow exhale before you opened the door, only to find the man in your thoughts waiting for you outside. Soobin was leaning on the wall, his attention swiftly going from his phone to your stunned figure. His eyes roamed into your body, scoffing to himself when he noticed you were still wearing Beomgyu’s jacket.
“What took you so long?” His tone is laced with annoyance, catching you off-guard. “Sorry?” You replied, not knowing how to act around him. This is the first time in two weeks that you two have interacted with talking included, of course you cannot just treat him with no indifference.
“They are in the convenience store,” Soobin chirped, lazily walking to your back. He placed his large palms on your shoulder, making you violently flinch from how strange it feels. You heard a soft hum behind you, before your step brother began to exert enough force to make you walk. “I was tasked to fetch you.”
The position you two are in probably look dumb, but you couldn't care less. What your mind focuses on is the fact that Soobin was once again acknowledging you, and actually touching you, too. And, you cannot deny that him controlling your body has altered some thoughts in your mind. More so, his hands on your shoulders brought electrifying feelings on your tensed body. Your heart is at rapid beat, shoving away those luscious ideas about last two weeks ago.
It was just Soobin, for Christ's sake.
Beomgyu was laughing with your parents when you two arrived, hands busy with the ice cooler that they probably bought. They were about to head out of the store, making you realize how much time you spent inside the bathroom. Soobin then stood beside you, getting their attention. Beomgyu’s brows creased when he saw you two standing side to side. Clearing his throat before he made a fake smile.
“So, where should I place this bigass cooler?” He spoke, with his eyes still on you and Soobin. Your mother giggled at his use of words, “That's the thing, the trunk is already full.” Her words were followed by silence, but then, the three of them suddenly turned to you. Clueless about what they are trying to imply, you raised both of your hands to surrender.
Your mother gave you a sweet smile, walking towards you before lowering down your arms. “Honey, you don't mind sitting on your brother's lap, right?” Your cheeks heat up at her question, instantly looking up to Soobin who looks completely unbothered about what is happening.
“Don't worry, we will arrive in thirty minutes,” Your step dad backed up, his arms wrapping around your mom’s waist. “We just need a place for the ice cooler.” He continued, which made you take a second look at the thing Beomgyu was carrying. It is indeed big—even wider than your frame.
“Well,” You tried to form an excuse, not wanting to turn this thing between you three more awkward than it is. “Can, I don't know, Beomgyu? Can Beomgyu sit on his best friend’s lap instead?"
Beomgyu obnoxiously chuckled at your suggestion, turning to your parents to offer his. “Or she can sit on my—”
His suggestion was cutted off when Soobin huffed beside you, scratching his brow in annoyance. “No one will hold the ice cooler during the ride,” He reasoned out, now staring at your embarrassed state like he is studying your reaction. “It won’t hurt a fly, come on.” Your head tilted in pure confusion, jaw dropping on the floor as you watched them head on the car one by one without seeking any further solution.
Your step brother left the door open on his side, waiting for you to enter after he assisted Beomgyu in placing the cooler between them. If you could turn the sighs you made this morning alone to cash, you probably earned enough to book a ticket far away from these two. With a grumpy face, you tentatively entered the vehicle, carefully placing yourself on Soobin's lap.
Goosebumps filled your body when you promptly felt his crotch on the plush of your ass, instinctively adjusting your position to sit on his thighs. You turned to make sure if he is still okay, but Soobin already had his eyes on the road. Then, your gaze catched Beomgyu, who was analyzing your position from head to toe with one arm wrapped around the container beside him. His eyes are dark and unreadable, even rolling back at his best friend before plugging back his earphones.
As much as you hate it, you return your attention to Soobin, “Are you comfortable?” You questioned, holding on the headrest of the seat in-front of you to maintain your balance. He replied with a short nod, his whole attention laid on the view outside. Thus, you were taken aback when his arm wrapped around your waist to pull you close.
“Soobin,” You called his name in shock, frail body melting into his warmth. In a beat, his heavy bulge brushed behind you, making you sit up straight. Truthfully, you are having a hard time squirming above him while he is firmly gripping your body. Soobin hummed as a response, one hand now resting on your thigh.
Your heart heaps abnormally at his small gesture, blinking at him as you continue to fidget on his lap, still unsatisfied with how you are placed between his legs. “Are you really comfortable?” He then shifts his attention to you, deadpanning as if you do not have the rights to question him of some sort. “You gained some weight, but it's alright.” You scoffed at his answer, causing a small tug of smile formed into his lips.
Harsh rebuttal hangs on your lips when the car goes into a hump, making you leap and abruptly drop your whole weight into the man below you. A loud groan came from him, his hold on your flesh getting tighter.
“The hell, dad?” He exclaimed, fixing your position above him to make sure it won't occur again. In this way, you are now perfectly seated on the shape of his length, which made your over-sensitive pussy throb. “Sorry, son. Didn't notice the bump,” The older man said, putting up his sunglasses to get a clear view of the road.
The way you could feel yourself getting riled up by sitting on your step brother's cock shot a straight pang of guilt into your chest. You knew that this must be viewed with no malice—you two are step siblings in the first place. Plus, he was just trying to help the whole family in this situation; nothing more, nothing less.
But still, it is getting impossible for you to just set aside those obscene ideas about Soobin, especially now that he has grown into someone that you could barely recognize. And, no matter how annoying he could be, Beomgyu was right about that day when you were looking for Soobin.
You indeed like your step brother that way.
Maybe that is why you have formed a deep attraction to Beomgyu ever since Soobin introduced him to your family. Because he is the closest available person that resembles what your heart and mind truly yearns for—your step brother.
Falling into deep thought, your body began to move on its own accords. You tugged your lips as you slowly grind your hips on his length, once again praying that no one pays attention to what you were doing. Deep inside of you knew that you shouldn't be doing this, but this might be the last time you could get this close to him.
Soobin shifted in his seat, clearing his throat before you felt his chest leaning on to your back. “Can you stay still?” He sternly whispered in your ear, making your pulse pace rapidly. You glanced at him, heedfully humping on his undeniably huge bulge. His grasp on your waist grew firmer, almost squishing your flesh as you could feel his cock pulsating below you.
“I am not doing anything,” You mumbled, voice barely above whisper to keep the conversation between you. He smirked at your weak defense, his hand on your thigh swiping upwards, separating them by force. “Really?” Your step brother taunts, leaving your whole system to shiver.
The man behind you even rested his chin on your shoulder, bringing his face closer to yours. “I can literally feel how wet you are in my shorts.” He gritted, earning a soft gasp from you as your walls clenched on air. You gave everyone a brief glance before you pressed your ass harder on his bulge.
It is too late to back out now, anyway.
You could feel how his throat grumbles on your shoulder, with his breaths getting heavier. Cautiously, you gave your hips a gentle twist, humping into his thick cock deliciously. Your grip into the seat tightens, lips parted at how his bulge continues to rub your aching pussy.
His hand helped in giving you pleasure, fingers now creeping inside Beomgyu's jacket just to reach your clothed pussy. A light chuckle came from him when he realized how wet your shorts and panties are, smugly looking at you while also checking the other people in the car.
After seeing they are still busy at their own businesses, he leaned in directly to your ear. “Is this what happens when you get ignored for two weeks, hm?” He sneered, one finger now brushing on your panties in up and down motion. “You turn into a slut who's eager for my attention?” The tone of his voice tickles something in your brain, making you mindlessly nod at his words.
Your ears are burning from anxiety while his finger swiftly torture your covered clit, putting you back on the situation you are in almost an hour ago. Him and his best friend—who was still hugging the cooler with his eyes closed—really do think alike. It's no wonder why they flock together.
“Bin—” Soft whimpers came from you when he began to draw small circles on your pussy, head throwing back on his shoulder as the pleasure became unbearable. “Shhh,” Soobin's eyes remained on the surroundings, while his hips also started to rock itself in your back. “Quiet, you do not want to ruin dad's daily radio session, right?” You were stunned at his reminder, swallowing down the delicate moans that kept rumbling on your throat.
The slow, circular movement became frantic, clumsy motions, pushing you into the edge of his lap. One hand even flew to cover your mouth, coughing loudly just to conceal those slip-up whimpers. You could feel the sweet build-up in your pent-up abdomen when the car went into a halt.
“We’re here!”
You momentarily sat up straight, the palm covering your mouth shooing Soobin's sneaky hand to compose yourself. After taking a deep exhale, you gave him a glance. His eyes are sharp and deep, evidently irritated at the interruption his father has made. Your sex thumped at the sight of him, unable to maintain eye contact with how intense his looks are.
Thus, your attention went to the other side—where you saw Beomgyu. Who was once again already staring at you. He was wearing his familiar smug face that you now start to hate, as it makes him look like he knew something he shouldn't and he is thriving because of it.
Baffled at what had happened in the span of two hours, all you could do is ponder on what awaits you in the following days.
“THIS IS THE PLACE WHERE YOUR DAD AND I WENT INTO A STARGAZING DATE.”
It has been an hour since you have arrived into the cabin. Your parents decided to give you an hour to adjust and fix your things into your assigned rooms, giving you time to take a quick shower to freshen yourself after that two men bombarded you with their fingers.
Now wearing a yellow summer dress, you could still feel their forbidding touch into your skin. Even if they once again do not talk to you after the ride, treating you like you are just part of the air they breathe.
Not that you mind—well, you actually do, anyway—but one of them literally had their fingers deeply inserted in your walls and the other one humped your ass while you were seated on his lap. So, what the hell are they even on?
After an hour, your parents called the three of you for what they call a cabin tour. Soobin even commented that it sounds too cheesy, but you all have nothing to do in this house anyway. You are all now standing on the patio, silently judging your parents as they take their time reminiscing about their old days in this exact area.
“Okay, we get it,” Beomgyu suddenly voiced out, one arm draped on Soobin’s shoulder while the taller one was staring blankly at the scene. They were standing almost a foot away from you, triggering you at most. “You guys are the perfect couple.” Both of your parents laughed at his sarcastic remark, “Oh, Beomie, of course we are!” Your mother replied, locking arms with your step father beside her.
Soon, they lead you into the kitchen. The cabin was modernly designed, but it still gives that cozy, rural-vibe feeling with the earth-tone bricks and open spaces. “Oh, right, before we forgot,” Your mom faced the three of you with that sickening motherly smile, “We need to drop by the nearby town to buy some supplies, would you three be okay here?”
You have known your mother since birth, and you knew that this trip to town she was saying has an underlying agenda. This overall family retreat even has another specific goal to begin with—to reconcile both of their children. You knew that. And, you also knew that the sweet smile plastered on her face is a trap, because she knew no one would say no to her.
“We could help—” Soobin tried to compromise, but his father stopped him in an instant.
“No, you guys stay here and rest—or talk about anything!” Soobin grumpily sighed at his father's obvious hints, also aware that they are planning something that unbeknownst to the three of you. Beomgyu broke the silence, faking a cackle before he clasps his hands.
“Oh, sure! You guys take your time.” He cheered, nudging Soobin with his shoulder that made the older roll his eyes and defeatedly nod his head. Your arms crossed in front of your chest, raising a brow to your mom that made her smile falter for a bit.
“We won't take long, plus there is still something for you to do! You guys are free to explore the lake behind the cabin if you want to!” Your mom ensues, pulling the man beside her to exit your questioning gaze.
“You kids have fun!” Your step father shouted before the two of them went back to the garage. Another silence stretched into the kitchen. And, in all honesty, you do not know if you want to thank your parents for this set-up and giving you an opportunity to clarify everything or curse them for leaving you alone with these two.
Minutes passed, no one still dared to speak. You being confused in their action is an understatement, you are gone bewildered at this point. Shaking your head in disappointment, you were about to head out the scene when a hand pulled you back.
“Where are you going?” Beomgyu asked, gripping your wrist gently. Your cheeks reddened at his question, your heart palpitating when you saw both of them rigidly staring at you. There they go again, tearing your mind apart by their questionable actions.
“My room?” You answered, having enough of their combined bullshits. Beomgyu smirked at you, before giving Soobin a glance. He then stepped closer, going over your space like he owns it.
“Boo, that's depressing,” He jeered, walking towards your back while both his palms found your shoulder. “Why not join us by the lake?” His low whisper sent shivers on your skin, eyes darted to your step brother who was leaning on the counter with his arms locked together.
“We are actually going?” Soobin questioned, causing the younger to chuckle. “Indeed we are,” He cheered, hands gradually brushing your arms until his palms found your waist. “Right, sunshine?” Beomgyu has always been the best at playing the perfect tease, and your body reacts to it satisfactorily.
As if you are automated, your head turns when you hear his favorite nickname to use. “Uhm…” Your stomach churned when you now noticed that Soobin is looking at you from head to toe, dull eyes watching Beomgyu’s hands on your body. “Yeah?” The guy behind you whispered, causing your throat to dry.
You do not know what lies ahead if you agree to come with them, but you do know that you want to get at the bottom of this mess. This gives you an opportunity, yet of course, these two men are beyond unpredictable. Leaving you conflicted on what you should do.
“You know you want to,” Your step brother suddenly walked up in front of you, fingers finding their way to fix the strayed strands of your hair. “We will just talk.” The beats of your heart are nearly audible in your ear, allured at how he sounded like he meant every word he uttered.
Despite the lingering hesitation, your body had betrayed you. Gesturing a small nod to the gentlemen you are with.
Beomgyu giggled before giving your waist a slight squish, while Soobin started to lead the way into the backdoor. You could almost foresee where this decision would lead you, but still, you gave them the benefit of the doubt.
The sun was already blazing when you arrived at the greenery, warm air brushing into your skin like a gentle warning. Your nose was filled with the tree's wooden musk combined with the lake's musty, grassy scent. From afar, you noticed a flourishing oak, with a picnic mat laying under its shadow.
“Too much for setting us up,” You whispered, mentally reminding yourself that you need to talk to your mother after this. Beomgyu seems to realize the situation a little too late, utterly puzzled why there was a prepared spot for the three of you to talk.
Soobin made his way into the mat, heart-shaped lips in an irritable pout as he removed his slippers. “What are you two waiting for?” He then asked, sitting on the mat while he rested his back on the oak's trunk. The man beside you gave you a light push, urging you to remove your flip-flops and sit from the farthest side of the mat.
Beomgyu soon followed, man-splaining his legs into the mat that took half of the space. They seemed too calm and unbothered, which is a dangerous sign that you must take note. Both of them are looking at gentle swells of the lake, giving each other short glances from time to time.
Realizing that they already did their boys talk, you blew a deep sigh before kneeling on the mat to gather their attention. “I thought we were gonna talk?” Your question made Soobin sit properly, while Beomgyu smirked within himself. There is something about their gaze that you cannot quite comprehend, but it makes you squirm in your place.
“Well,” The brown haired boy scoots over your seat, crawling to reach your figure. His lean frame managed to block out Soobin from your sight, now kneeling in front of you whilst his hand went to cup your cheek. You flinched at his touch, gulping at his unannounced actions. “What is there to talk about, sunshine?”
Your forehead creased at his question, feeling personally invalidated with his approach in this regard. “What do you mean that—”
“What is there to talk about when I could just show you instead?”
The screws of your brain barely understood what he meant when he leaned in for a kiss. Lips instantly swaying on top of yours that caused you to softly whimper. The way they move is rough and clumsy, pressing on yours as if he is inhaling every breath in your lungs. Panic formed into your chest, hands finding his shoulders to pull away yet he is much stronger. He even brought you closer, arms snaking on your waist while his tongue began to find its way in your mouth.
In a daze, you cannot help but dance your lips against his. Beomgyu's hand gradually roamed into the curve of your ass, making you gasp in a strange feeling. For then, he seized that chance to suck your lower lip, a moan casually slipping past your lips. You are in the moment when you feel another pair of hands in your back, spreading sensation in your weakling body.
For then you remembered, you two are not alone. Your step brother was watching throughout the process of your drool exchange with his best friend.
Snapping back to reality, you managed to push Beomgyu with enough force, causing him to abruptly sit on the mat. You took a sharp inhale before turning back to look at Soobin—who is glaring at the man in front of you.
“You really need to work on your patience, Gyu.” The blonde taunts, resting his chin on your shoulder before his arms begin to hug you from behind. “This is not what we have talked about.”
Intently lost at his words and overly flustered at what is happening, you were about to question them when your step brother's hands started to travel on your exposed legs. You tried to clutch his hands but Beomgyu managed to catch yours, hastily gripping it with one hand. There was nothing you could do when Soobin started to pull up the fabrics of your dress, heart pumping frantically in anticipation.
“Look at me,” The man in front of you suddenly spoke, pinching your chin to force your face. “You will let us use you, right?” Beomgyu teased, leaving a peck on your lips before biting your lip once more. You winced at his action, but it soon turned into a pathetic moan when you felt your brother's slender fingers near your cloathed wet cunt.
Soobin chuckled at your sounds, giving your inner thigh a light slap. “Come on, answer him.” A small ouch came from you, jolting at the sting of your skin. You could have sworn that he almost sounded like a different person, and that gave you enough adrenaline rush to nod at his best friend's question.
A wide smile formed in Beomgyu’s lips, even giving you a gentle head pat. “Very good answer, angel,” He mumbled, adoration flooding his brown eyes. His deep voice plus the heavenly nickname made you twitch, clamping your thighs together as you grew uncomfortable with the growing slick of your sex. “Now, give your brother a turn.”
Your heart was nearly escaping your ribcage when you heard his command. Hesitantly, you turned to fully face Soobin, who was now sitting with his legs crossed. You didn't even notice that he already retrieved his hands with your mind being too clouded with Beomgyu's words.
The blonde extended his hand out, wearing an unreadable expression. He looked uninterested, but at the same time, you could see the spark of excitement in his orbs. It made your drenched pussy pulse in delight, biting your swollen lip before slowly accepting his hand and placing yourself on his lap.
Your heart swelled at the sight of him below you. There is no point denying that you have imagined this exact scene many times—and, being able to finally see it just added more heat in your abdomen. His wide palm rested on your hips for support, pupils intently studying your face from your eyes to your lips.
Falling deep into your needs, you went in to kiss his plump lips. Soobin immediately accepted your advances, one hand flying to your nape to deepen the kiss. Muffled sounds came from you, hips mindlessly reacting by subtly grinding itself on his. The delicious friction that came from it made the both of you moan, tongues colliding in sync that almost suffocates you.
“Fuck,” You heard a voice on your side, before you felt a hand on your shoulder, forcefully pulling you out from Soobin's drowning kisses. “I can’t wait,” Beomgyu breathes before his lips once again find their way into yours. A whine escapes your throat, unable to keep up from how torrid he is moving on your lips.
Soobin didn't even bother to scold him, not when he is now busy peeling the straps of your dress. Your mind begins to feel torn at the overwhelming feelings they are giving to your body, brain unable to focus on what you should think about first—Beomgyu's hot tongue swirling past your lips or Soobin's fingers that are on their way of exposing your tits.
The humid air hits your chest the moment your step brother pulls down the built-in pads of your dress, freeing your mounds with your nipples perked up. “Fucking knew these were perfect.”
You moaned between Beomgyu's torrid kiss, giving his wet muscle more access inside your mouth. A choked-up sound left you when he shoved his tongue into you, shared drool slipping past your lips.
You haven't moved on from the feeling of Beomgyu's tongue deep in your throat when you felt Soobin's warm breath near your nipple. A surge of luscious sensation fills your nerves, one hand going to the brunette’s shoulder and rapidly tapping it as a sign that you are running out of air.
Thankfully, he received it well, only for his lips to drop to your jaw. You tilt your head back, giving him more access to your neck. An airy gasp left you when the man below you began to roll his tongue on your bud, drawing slow circles on it before harshly sucking it. As if they always think alike, Beomgyu did the same thing on your neck, even leaving feathery kisses on the mark he just left.
It just got worse when Soobin started to move his hips below you, tripling the pleasure you are receiving from them. His other hand also went to caress your untouched mound, pinching your nipple before rolling his thumb on it.
“Mhhmpph, w–wait…” One of your hands went to Soobin's blonde locks, overstimulated limbs trying to stay aware of what the two of them were doing to your body. Beomgyu cackled on your pleas, stopping for one second to remove his shirt before getting back on leaving trails of kisses on your shoulder.
“Sorry, sunshine,” He mumbled between his pecks, “Mom and dad will come back soon, we can't have them seeing us like this…” Worry filled your weary insides, cheeks burning at the thoughts of being caught in the act by your own parents. However, those cohesive thoughts began to disperse when Soobin suddenly bit your bud, abruptly screaming out of pain.
Your step brother briefly giggled against your flesh, peppering your boobs with pliant kisses as a silent apology. He then pulled out, for then Beomgyu called his attention.
“Wanna eat her out?” The brunette suggested, talking too casually as if you are not listening in between them. This halted Soobin's hips, obviously considering what his best friend just said. “One of the best I had, believe me.”
The heat of your body amplified at his remarks, getting more and more embarrassingly drenched. The blonde gave you a short glance, eyes as twice as determined the last time you saw it. He gave your lips a peck before guiding your body to hop out his lap.Trying to remember what you did with Beomgyu, you were about to lay down when he suddenly stopped you. Momentarily confused, you blinked at him—only for a devilish smirk to form in his face.
“Sh–Shouldn't I lay—”
“There are other ways to do it,” He explained, eyes darting into your plush chest that are presented in front of him. “Plus, where is the fun if he is the only one who gets his share?”
Soobin huffed at his friend's nuances, fixing his position before laying on his back. Not knowing what to do, your arm tried to cover your breast while giving them confused looks. Beomgyu fetched your hand in your chest, pulling you up so you could kneel.
“Sit on your brother’s face,” Your eyes dilated at his order, heart pounding as you gaze at the blonde who was already ready. Heart pounding, there is nothing you could do when the younger guy assisted you to place yourself in Soobin's face.
The fabrics of your yellow dress covered his head. Your mind was partly worried if your step brother could still properly breathe between your thighs, half of it unable to function anymore by how stimulated you have been for the last couple of minutes. Stings of whine left you when his breath reached your aching cunt, shuddering at the tingling feeling.
Beomgyu still has his hand supporting you, also kneeling in the mat while his hand fumbles on the button of his shorts. You want to keep yourself aware of what he is doing but your eyes inevitably close shut when Soobin's lips begin to leave tiny kisses on your cloathed pussy, nails digging into Beomgyu's palm as you also feel his tongue drenching your ruined undies.
“Haah, Soob—” Your other hand almost went to his hair but the man in front of you caught it. Lost at what happened, your eyes fluttered open—only to see Beomgyu with his thick, erect cock whipped out of his shorts. Mouth gaping at the sight, panic clawed in your throat when he led your hand into the base of his length.
All of those directions he gave you before turned blurry as you cannot seem to focus, especially now that Soobin is constantly licking your slick through your panties. Beomgyu seemed to notice, ragged breaths leaving him as he guided your hand up and down his cock.
“Remember what I taught you, sunshine?” You could feel fire running in your skin with how sultry he sounds, getting more turned on when he spat directly on his tip which also hit your skin. Strained groans came from him the moment you start jerking his cock on your own, fist in a deliberate pace.
Beomgyu hissed when at warmth of his saliva, perfectly coating his girth with the help of your palm. He then stepped two steps backward, giving you enough space to bend your upper body and for your mouth to reach his dick. The way his veins pulsate under the brush of your hand feeds your longing ego, fixing your position above Soobin's face so that you could suck the younger without any hindrance.
Now in all-fours, you could see Beomgyu's dark eyes focused on the curve of your back in your peripheral vision. “Such a good sister,” The brunette snickered, once again giving you a soft pat in the head. “Serving me while letting her brother eat her out.” Your cunt throbbed at his words, and even shortly froze when Soobin swayed enough fabrics of your panties. Letting the humid brush into your trembling pussy lips.
You could feel your juices dripping into your thighs when your step brother starts to suck into your clit, lapping it like it is the sweetest treat he ever tried. Mouth shaping into an O in every moan you voice, Beomgyu quickly turned it into a chance to thrust his cock into your lips.
Heedless with his movement, you failed to accommodate his thick cock in one go, audibly gagging around it. The younger vilely laughed at your state of misery, pulling out his length just to check if you are still able to use your airway.
“Too much? You already got it the first time.” He joked, nastily smudging his precum into your parted lips. There is a part of you that wants to defend yourself, but your mind kept slipping up with the way Soobin is using his tongue to torture your sopping pussy. You were unconsciously grinding your hips to his face, the grip you have on Beomgyu’s cock getting tighter.
Trying to regain yourself, you gaped your lips to take his tip to give it a light kiss. You felt him shudder at your touch, getting more excited to show him more. With your tongue, you gave his cockhead a swirl, slowly taking in the salty taste of his liquid. Your hand once again moved to jerk his length, helplessly breathing through your nose as Soobin’s pace in making out with your poor cunt grew rapidly.
“Bet you kept dreaming about that day, huh?” Beomgyu's tone is laced with cockiness, his hips began to follow the direction of your fist pumping his dick. You were about to push yourself deep into his inches when you uncontrollably yelped at Soobin's wide tongue rigorously swiping into your slit.
Once again failing to take him in, the brunette took charge of forcing you to swallow his entire cock. He impatiently thrust his length midway, grunting at the warmness of your mouth coating him. Even on the verge of choking, you now managed to appropriately suck his cock, tongue wiggling slightly just to add pleasure.
The coil on your abdomen went unbearable with how the both of them are treating your body—especially Soobin, who is poking your feeble bud with the tip of his tongue. Your moans were muffled around Beomgyu's wide girth, sending luscious vibration into the younger who has his head thrown back.
In desperation for more friction, you also began to move your hips to ride your step brother's tongue. However, he firmly gripped your thighs, stopping you from moving your lower region. “Easy, sis,” He gritted below you, so airy and deep that it almost went past your ears. “You can't cum just yet.”
Another set of drools escaped your mouth as you tried to form a reply to Soobin while your mouth was still stuffed with Beomgyu’s dick. You could feel the younger’s eagerness to fit his whole size until he reached the back of your throat but he knew that you were too fragile for him to push further. Thus, he held into your cheeks, barely controlling himself so you wouldn't suffocate while sucking him.
His breaths became uneven, chest heaving as your fist started to twist around his base. “Shit, angel,” He purrs, hips rattling on your face. “Fuck, that is so good. Don't suck it too hard.”
The pace of his hips began to grow faster, not even minding if your teeth are grating into his veins. You could feel his hand travelling into your hair, grasping into your strands with delicate force to keep himself grounded.
With your mouth busy with Beomgyu's cock, you have failed to notice the shift in Soobin's position below you. Slowly adjusting himself to stoop lower and reach your quivering hole. You violently coughed around the dick on your mouth you felt the tip of his tongue prodding it, thighs unhelpfully clamping themselves on your step brother's face.
“You good, baby?” The younger asked, putting finger on your chin and giving it a lift, causing his girth to slip out your lips. You looked thoroughly wrecked under his touch, tears forming into your eyes when you felt Soobin giving your tweaking hole a quick lick. The tense feeling on your abdomen went rigid, wanton moans coming out your lips before riding his wet muscle that is in an up and down direction.
Beomgyu grinned at the sight, bright eyes watching how scandalous you look while you humping your step brother's tongue. This view of you goes beyond every porn and hentai he had binge watched with the guy, even better now that they are both experiencing it first hand.
“Gonna cum on your brother's tongue, sunshine?” He taunts, a proud smile resting on his lips like it is a deserving award that he had turned you into some kind of slut. His smile grew wider when you frantically nodded your head, tongue nearly lollying out like a poor dog with how much of a pleasurable torment Soobin's tongue is giving you.
The feeling of your pussy being lapped by your brother while you prettily sit on his face with his best friend stimulating you with his words is beyond what you had imagined. And, with thought of how good it must be to cum on Soobin's mouth has sent you to the edge, splurging hot, sticky liquids straight into his tongue.
Your frail body has collapsed under the intense surge of uncomfortable slick running down your thighs. Luckily, Beomgyu was there to support your figure, too weak to even remove yourself in the older's face. He guided you to rest on his lap, freeing his best friend between your thighs.
Soobin then sat up, thumb brushing in his bottom lip as traces of your wetness trails down his chin. He offered a sly smile, before sucking in the remaining essence to make sure nothing was wasted.
It made him a hundred times glorious as he already is. And, it is making your nerves hypersensitive with how your pussy began to uncontrollably throb at the mere sight of him.
The subtle twitches of your body didn't go past Beomgyu's eyes, hands snaking into your dress to completely peel off your panties. Goosebumps run through your body when the warm air directly hits your cunt, tweaking into the younger's arms.
“Fuck, Bin, look at this.” He then blurted, both palms forcing your thighs to open wide. “She is hungry, don't you think?”
Intrigued, Soobin followed the direction of this friend. And, being the one you could visibly see, you were at awe with the sudden change in his face. His tempting, dulled pupils went focused and dark, with his jaw tightening alluringly.
Before you could even focus on what Beomgyu is doing on your body, your gaze went down to your step brother's soiled shorts, with his big bulge evidently begging to be freed. To be fair, you have always known that Soobin was big—even bigger than his friend. Aside from catching him watching pornographic anime, you have once seen him jerking himself with his door left ajar.
He has a girth that could stretch your hole wide without filling you with his whole length. Realizing that you are obviously eyeing his crotch, his fingers began to fumble within the garters of his shorts. Your heart was rigorously hammering in excitement, hips moving by itself just to seek for any friction.
As you were sitting on his lap, Beomyu took the chance to rub himself in your leaking clit. The delicious grind felt perfect for your needy cunt, back leaning into his chest while your eyes remained to your step brother who was now slowly fisting his erect cock.
“So wet for us, baby,” The brunette whispered behind you, subtly aligning his cock into your hole. Broken moans left you, chunks of tears sliding in your cheeks as you felt overly sensitive with how his tip teased your beaten pussy. Soobin was about to crawl his way to the both of you when his phone suddenly rang.
Your heart dropped in your stomach, instinctively sitting straight but Beomgyu went to press you closer to his body. The protest you had turned into an audible whine the moment you felt Beomgyu leisurely entering your walls, filling you up while he is looking at his friend who is double thinking if he should answer the call or not.
Soobin, who was turning impatient that the younger was once again taking charge without him, hurriedly answered the call of your mother. A loud scream scratched your throat when Beomgyu pushed you down his entire length without letting your poor pussy adjust, forcing Soobin to drop the call in an instant.
“The fuck was that?” He howled, tightly gripping his phone while glaring at Beomgyu who was smirking at your reaction. His cock was perfectly seated inside you, momentarily twitching when you once again helplessly whined under his touch.
Not minding his pissed off friend on the other side of the mat, his hand flew in both of your hips, wholly supporting your tired body. “This pussy hasn't changed one bit,” Beomgyu growled, strained groans leaving him when your pussy clamped his cock the moment he moved. “But we really need to stay quiet this time, can you do that?” He added, palm diligently travelling to the curve of your mounds to give it a squish.
The phone began to ring again, but now that you are once again under the mercy of Beomgyu's thick and heavy cock, your mind was already shutting down to even care. Soobin let out an irritated huff, carelessly answering the screen while keeping his eyes on the lewd scene in front of him.
“Hello?” He breathes airy, one palm still firm around his cock. Your mom's cheerful tone was barely heard from the other side, making your brother roll his eyes. You cannot deny that this situation has made you fired up, causing your puffy cunt to spill out liquids that made the guy behind you giggle.
“You really like it when we are on the verge of being caught, don't you?” His tone was filled with mockery, hips gradually moving below you that caused his cock to reach deeper. “Does all of this seem familiar, angel?” He grilled, busying his fingers on your nipple. You gritted your teeth, trying to keep your moans to avoid getting caught.
“Yeah, the loud scream was hers, she was hanging out with us in the lake,” You watched as Soobin's fist went faster, in awe with how composed he is on the phone. The beat of your heart flourished when your eyes met, with a cunning smile sitting in his lips. “Of course she was having fun.”
The younger soon caught up with your short exchange with Soobin, using his hand on your chest to cup your cheeks and force you to face him. “One cock is not enough for you?” He hissed, before pulling you into an aggressive kiss.
“Hmmpff—” Your whines are muffled while Beomgyu swallows them, “Such a whore for our attention,” He mumbled between the kiss, erratic breaths leaving him now that he is picking up the pace.
Soobin throwed burning daggers at your exposed body enveloped in Beomgyu's arms, “We are good with anything, you two decide.” His tone went bored, poking his inside cheek as tried to remain calm as he played with his tip. This is totally one of your differences, he knows how to handle himself well while you are wholly messed up.
“You are on your way back now?” Your hand flew to cover your mouth when Beomgyu shifted his angle, hitting that spongy spot that made your toes curl. Despite the fact that Beomgyu is literally devouring your lips, you tried to listen to the conversation Soobin was having with your mom. The mixture of guilt, embarrassment, and neediness reigns on your chest, eyes hot and blurry with tears of pleasure.
“15 minutes? Okay, take care,” That was the last thing you heard before you the younger let go of your face, pulling out from the kiss. A raspy groan left him when he noticed how swollen your lips are, even looking at him with those glassy eyes he adores.
“I might really cum if you continued looking at me like that,” He mumbled, halting his hips before looking at his friend—who was already killing the younger with his eyes.
“Learn how to share, fuckass.” The blonde then proceeds to kneel in front of you. His palms landed on your trembling thighs, only to see how puffy your pussy turned after being filled up by his best friend. Your heart almost stopped beating with the way he touched you, chest heaving as you cannot foresee what his next action would be.
Beomgyu cackled at the older's comment, fingers on your nipple began to give it a gentle twist that made you wince. “Are you thinking what I am thinking?” He notoriously asked, chin now resting on your shoulder. Having no clue what they are talking about, you unconsciously clutched your step brother's hand, anxiously gulping when he just gave you a smirk.
“Give her to me,” Soobin then ordered, throwing you into deep confusion. Just like an object they possess, you were passed into one lap to another. Your shaky hands are placed into the blonde's broad shoulders, still searching for an answer in his eyes.
You were still drowned in his intense stare when you felt a tip prodding on your loose hole, shivering with how sensitive you are after being pounded not so long ago. “Still good?” He momentarily assures, and after a half-minded nod, his cock begins to rip you open.
There was something about Soobin that you cannot point out, something that itches your body's needs in the perfect way possible. Your heavenly fused moans are scattered in the greenery, walls tightly hugging his cock as it was easier to take him in after Beomgyu's dick prepped you beautifully.
“Shit, your cunt is suffocating me,” His words are impossibly heard by how strained his voice is. You were no better, worn out throat now only able to create mumble sounds after all the moaning. He was almost fully in when you felt another tip from behind. In instant panic, you turned to Beomgyu, who has been peppering your shoulder with weary kisses.
“W–Wait, I cannot—”
“Shhh, they are coming back soon so we need to hurry.”
Soft sobs left your lips, head nuzzling into your step brother's neck as the younger starts to tear your walls past its limit. Soobin huskily exhaled at the feeling of his friend's cock slowly grinding into his, yet still managed to draw small circles on your thighs as he coos at you.
Which was what you could consider as an act out of character.
“A bit more, yeah?” He whispered into your ear, cock twitching at the sounds of your sniffs. Your hole was burning with how stretched it is, whole senses and nerves working overtime just to accommodate the two huge girth thrusting themselves. Your fists are turned into a ball, nails digging into your palm as you feel helpless in between them.
“Too much—Too full… Please…” Your pleas hurt the soul of one, but feeds the ego of the other. Beomgyu lowly chuckled when your cunt uncontrollably gushed out liquids, overstimulated with the cocks pulsating inside you.
“We'll move slow, yeah?” He then assured, hands on your hips like he is steadying you on what's to come. “Trust us.” His words and their idle heavy girth combined are enough to make you feel the familiar lewd build up in your lower stomach, sweat gliding into your temple with the thoughts of cumming for the second time this day.
You should have known better and not rely on his words, because the moment you nod your head, Soobin's thick cock began to ram his way into the depths of your cunt, earning a wrecked moan from you. Being the jerk he is, Beomgyu didn't back down as his hips snapped in the plush of your ass.
“Fuck, baby, this is the best day of my life,” The younger cheered, his lips going to your neck to leave love bites and marks all over your skin. The burdening pressure on your abdomen left you uneasy, mind almost blacking out with how they started to go at a rapid pace.
“Your pussy is lovely, sis,” Soobin snickered, one palm groping your tits as his hips rocked harder. “Beomgyu was right about you.” He continued, before his other hand on your thigh traveled to play with your swollen folds. The thoughts of him finally confirming that he knew about everything that happened on that day just made you more hazy, your sobs and moan fusing together that became music to their ears.
With the build-up of your release growing faster, you made the tiniest effort to meet their hips halfway. But giving up within seconds as you cannot catch up with how eager their movements are. “Cum… Haaaah—” You didn't manage to complete the word when the knot on your stomach snapped, coating their lengths with those hot, sticky juices.
Your whole body fluttered into Soobin's chest, fat chunks of tears dwelling in your eyes as they didn't stop torturing your poor cunt. Beyond the overwhelming feeling of cumming, you are thoroughly overstimulated with how their cockheads take turns bumping into that sweet spot that made your abused cunt gush out more liquid.
“You did well—Shit… Did well, baby… It's our turn now.”
Ragged breaths are heard on both of their mouths, evidently trying to chase their own high. Despite the pain of oversensitivity, you tried to help them by snugging both of their girth, a woeful whimper leaving you with how the veins of their cock tingles every nerve of your pent-up walls.
“Need to cum—fuck!” Beomgyu's curse filled the air the moment you felt a thick rope of cum pumping deep into your cunt, thighs quivering with how full you felt. The younger’s uneven exhales were fanning your reddening skin, even leaving another set of kisses while he rode down his high.
Soobin shook his head in disappointment, still busy drilling himself to your hole as he chased his own pleasure. “Impatient shit as always,” He grunts, head throwing back as his cock begins to flood your pussy with his own seed.
You rigidly shudder at the feeling of being stuffed with different cums, eyes tightly closed while you wearily gather your breaths. Soobin was the first to pull out, followed by Beomgyu who still has his lips latched on your skin. You hissed at the contact, face contorting into a grimace when you felt the mixture of cum pouring out to the wrinkled picnic mat.
Silence prevailed between the three of you, stuck in the position of nasty three-people sandwich who are drenched with cums and sweat. Soobin sighed as he pushed Beomgyu's head away from your neck, giving you some space to stretch your exhausted limbs.
“They are about to be back,” He announced, using the back of his hand to wipe out the scattered tears and sweat on your face. “We need to get into the lake.”
Confused, you sat up straight with your remaining strength. “Wait, why?” Your voice sounded too raw, throat too dry from everything you have done.
"They both thought that we were hanging out in the lake,” Your step brother kindly explained, yet the small tug in his lips left you restless. “Plus, you didn't think that we are done now, did you?”
wawi's notes: I'M CRINEEEEE i finally finsihed this piece and i am beyond ecstatic >< sorry for the shitty ending, i do not know how conclude a threesome in a good note... AND another apology for disappearing for almost two weeks </3 pls enjoy this compensation fic.... likes, reblogs, nd comments are appreciated >< mwa mwa mwa !!
‘just one more baby cmon’ heeseung has been at it for hours, his hand practically glued to your clit as he continues to make you orgasm for the nth time of the night.
‘don’t close your legs please, open up for me baby’ your legs are shaking, eyes red and filled with tears. the pleasure is too much, ‘heeseung.. just wait a bit please, i cant-‘
you’re still talking, to heeseung this means you arnet pleasured enough and all he wants for you is to be so overwhelmed with pleasure you can’t even think about anything else but him.
how can he stop when you look so cute squirming and begging around his fingers? your glossy eyes and flushed cheeks just look too pretty for him to stop.
he occasionally swallows your moans and protests with his mouth, but he loves to hear you beg. he’ll increase his hands pressure and speed just to see you squirm a little more.
your hands fly to grab his wrist, ‘please just a minute’ your voice breathless and heart racing, ‘i’ll wait for a minute baby, but then i’m not going to stop’
you can’t even feel your legs anymore, even a light touch of his fingers are enough to make your oversensitive cunt cum, but he still thinks you aren’t pleasured enough.
"Chivalry isn't Dead" - Choi Soobin (최수빈) x f!reader
The bill came. He reached for it. You stopped him with a hand on his wrist. “Hey, let’s split it.” A flicker. Just a flicker. His eyebrow twitched. “What kind of man would I be,” he said, slower now, “if I let you pay the bill?”
content warning – This story contains stalking, coercion, manipulation, and non-consensual or dubiously consensual situations. It features explicit sexual content, mature themes, and intense power imbalances throughout. Sexual content includes dacryphilia, nipple play, oral sex (f!receiving), rough kissing, tongue biting, forced eye contact, choking, cervix fucking, and creampie. Depictions of physical aggression include manhandling, face slapping, rough physical contact, and controlling behavior. The narrative also contains heavy use of explicit dialogue and explores invasive, degrading, and psychologically intense dynamics. (lowkey subby soobin)
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“His name is Soobin. And he’s really sweet.”
That’s what your friend said. That’s what you keep repeating to yourself now, like a prayer or a curse, your body rising and falling beneath him, the headboard knocking a dull rhythm into the wall. Sweet. The word tastes wrong now, like something rotting behind a smile.
It started so softly. A blind date. “And he’s really handsome,” she cooed through the phone as you walked toward the restaurant, the evening light golden and harmless. “Okay, I’ll be the judge of that. I’m hanging up now.” You laughed. You remember laughing. You hung up and walked inside, greeted the host, gave the name. She led you to the table, and there he was. Already waiting.
Soobin stood. He opened his arms for a hug, and you accepted because that’s what polite girls do, isn’t it? That’s what sweet girls do. “Wow,” he said, his voice a low and silken thing. “You’re so pretty.” You laughed again. “You’re not too bad yourself.” And for one hour, one small stupid, hour you believed this was just a nice night.
But here’s the thing about nice nights. They end.
The bill came. He reached for it. You stopped him with a hand on his wrist. “Hey, let’s split it.” A flicker. Just a flicker. His eyebrow twitched. “What kind of man would I be,” he said, slower now, “if I let you pay the bill?” The sweetness in his voice cracked like thin ice.
“It’s only fair,” you said, trying to smile, trying to ease whatever this was back into something normal. “No,” he said. “I got it.” But you didn’t back down because you are stubborn, because you are proud, because you didn’t know yet what happens to women who don’t back down. “No,” you said again. “We could split it.”
And then he repeated it. Louder. “No. I got it.”
The tables around you went quiet. You felt their eyes like small, hot coins on your skin. You laughed and now, with his hands on your hips and your head turned sideways into the pillow so he won’t see you cry, you understand that laugh was the moment he knew he’d see you again. Whether you wanted to or not.
He paid. You left. “This was nice,” you lied. You could already taste the lie going sour on your tongue. “Let’s do it again,” he said. And then, because he hadn’t yet shown you his teeth, “Wanna hit up a bar?”
You were already on your phone, scrolling for an Uber, heart rabbiting in your chest. “That sounds fun,” you said and you hate yourself for that, don’t you? For the smile you painted on. For the way you couldn’t just say no. “But I have work tomorrow.” His smile dropped. Not faded. Dropped. Like a mask slipping. “Oh,” he said. “I see.”
Your Uber pulled up. “This is my ride,” you whispered. He smiled again and leaned in. A hug. A kiss. You didn’t wait to find out which. You dodged. Stepped back. “See you later,” you said, and you got in the car, and you waved through the window like nothing was wrong. You watched him shrink in the side mirror. He didn’t wave back. You told yourself, That’s the first and last time. You’ll never see him again.
But you were wrong. You were so wrong.
Because now his forehead is pressed against yours, and his breath is warm and wet on your lips, and his fingers are wrapped around your throat not squeezing, not yet, just resting there like a promise. And he is whispering something. The same thing. Over and over.
“What kind of man would I be if I let you go?”
You didn't tell your friend what happened. You just said you two didn't click. She understood. Didn't press. And you..God, you tried so hard to move on from that date. Erase him. The way his eyebrow twitched. The way his voice dropped. The way he looked at you when you dodged his kiss. You told yourself it was nothing. Just a bad night. Just a man with a bruised ego. You almost believed it. Almost.
You're behind the counter at the convenience store. It's late. The lights hum their sickly song. The air smells of stale coffee and bleach. You're stacking cigarettes, thinking about nothing, your feet hurt, your shift ends in an hour, maybe you'll watch something stupid on your phone when you get home. Normal things. Safe things.
Then the doorbell rings. That cheerful little chime you've heard a thousand times. You look up to greet the customer. And your body goes dead. Soobin.
He's standing in the doorway. The night behind him is black and wet-looking. He doesn't look surprised to see you. Not even a little. That's the first thing your brain registers the absence of surprise. He knew. Somehow, he knew you'd be here. He found out where you work.
But you don't run. You don't scream. You just stand there like a rabbit under a slow-moving car, because that's what happens, isn't it? Your body forgets how to obey you. Your blood turns to cold syrup.
He walks through the store aisles.. His fingertips skim the shelves like he's playing a piano made of cheap packaged goods. He doesn't look at you again. Not yet. He wants you to watch him. He wants you to feel every second of this. You hear his shoes on the floor. Hear him pick up a candy bar. Put it back. Pick up something else. He's taking his time. He's enjoying this. Your hands are shaking. You hide them behind the counter.
Finally, he comes to the register. A few items in his hands. Nothing you remember. Nothing that matters. He sets them down and you scan them. The sound is obscene in the quiet.
He doesn't say anything. Neither do you. You tell yourself, Just cash him out. Just get him out.
He pays. Card. No small talk. No how've you been. No fancy seeing you here. Just that smile. He takes his bag. He leaves. The doorbell sings again and the glass door swings shut behind him. You stand there in the silence. Your heart is a fist pounding against your ribs. You tell yourself it's over. He's gone. He didn't do anything. He just bought some things. That's not a crime.
But your hands won't stop shaking. And outside, through the glass, you see him. He's standing by his car. Not leaving. Not yet. Just standing there. Looking at the store. Looking at you through the window. And he's still smiling. That same smile from the restaurant. The one that dropped so fast. He raises his hand. He waves. Then he climbs into his car and drives off like nothing ever happened.
You tried your hardest to forget that fucking moment. But forgetting isn't the same as erasing, is it? The memory lives inside your skin now, a splinter you can't dig out. The way he waved. The way he smiled. The way he just stood there by his car, watching you through the glass like you were something he'd already decided to keep.
Your shift ended. A blur of counting change and wiping counters and pretending your hands weren't still shaking. You cleaned up. Cleared the register. Turned the lights off one by one each one plunging the store into deeper darkness until you were standing alone in the red glow of the exit sign. You exited. Locked the doors. The sound of metal sealing shut. Then you started walking home.
It's 1 a.m. The streets are dead. You're on high alert. Not just because of him. You tell yourself it's not just because of him. But your neck prickles anyway. Your eyes keep darting to parked cars, to alley mouths, to the dark windows of shops you passed a hundred times before. You walk faster. You make it to your building. The lobby is empty. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead. You walk to the elevator and "Not in service."
A sign. Taped to the doors. Crinkled, like it was put there in a hurry. Or maybe that's just what you tell yourself. "What the fuck?" you mutter, and your voice sounds small and strange in the open space.
The staircase. Of course. You turn toward it, push the heavy door open, and start climbing. Four floors. That's nothing. You're grateful it's just the fourth floor. You climb. One flight. Two. Your footsteps slap the concrete. Your breath is loud in your own ears. Three. You're on the last flight when you hear it.
Something behind you. You stop. Your hand freezes on the railing. The stairwell goes silent, no footsteps, no breathing, nothing but the distant hum of the building settling. You look behind you. Nothing. Empty stairs. Pale walls. A flickering light. You tell yourself it was nothing. You keep climbing. There it is again.
Closer this time. A soft scuff. A whisper of movement. You whip around, heart slamming against your ribs, and nothing. No one stands on the stairs below you. No shadow detaches from the walls. You are alone in a concrete box with a flickering light and a heartbeat that won't stop screaming.
You quicken your steps. You don't look back. You just climb, climb, climb, your thighs burning, your keys already in your hand, because if you can just reach your door, if you can just get inside, you'll be safe. You'll lock the door. You'll turn on every light. You'll be safe.
Fourth floor. The hallway. Your door. You see it, number 4B, the little scratch on the paint, the welcome mat you bought on sale. Your fingers shake as you ruffle through your bag. Keys. Where are your keys? You find them. Fumble. Drop them. Pick them up. Slide the right one into the keyhole. Turn. Open.
You step inside. Your sanctuary. Your home. You reach for the door to swing it shut, to throw the deadbolt, to finally breathe, a hand stops it. Palm flat against the wood. Fingers curling over the edge. The door shoves open again, and Soobin's face comes into view. That face. Those eyes. That fucking smile.
You scream. His hand covers your mouth before the sound can finish leaving your throat. His palm is warm. Too warm. He pushes you backward stumbling, grabbing for anything and you crash into your own hallway as he steps inside and closes the door behind him.
The deadbolt turns. Not by your hand. By his.
He presses you against the wall. His body is hard and warm and wrong. His hand is still over your mouth. His face is inches from yours. His eyes are dark and soft and gentle in a way that makes you want to throw up. "Shh," he whispers. Like he's soothing a child. Like he's calming a frightened animal. "Shh, shh, shh."
You try to bite his hand. You try to knee him. You try to move. But he's stronger. He's always been stronger. And he's smiling that same smile from the restaurant. From the store. From the car. The smile that says, I told you I'd see you again.
"Take me to your bedroom."
Soobin doesn't ask. He never asked, did he? Not once. Not at the restaurant when he reached for the bill. Not at the store when he watched you through the glass. He orders. You try to swing at him.
His hand tightens on your mouth and he grabs a fistful of your hair, yanks your head forward, and slams it back against the wall. White light explodes behind your eyes. Your ears ring. Something warm trickles down your scalp.
"Don't make me say that shit again."
Okay. Okay. Okay. Your hands rise in surrender. Your voice is a broken whisper behind his palm. You'll do anything. You'll say anything. You just want him to stop hurting you. He lets you breathe just long enough to walk.
You show him to your bedroom. Your safe space. Your soft sheets and the cheap fairy lights you hung up because you wanted your life to feel pretty. He shoves you onto the bed and you bounce once, twice, and instinct takes over, you scramble, claw at the blankets, try to make a run for it. You don't get anywhere.
His hand closes around your ankle and yanks. You're on your back again. The air leaves your lungs. And then he's there, settling between your thighs like he belongs there, like he's done this a thousand times before. Maybe he has. Maybe there are other women. Other apartments. Other walls stained with their tears.
He pushes your skirt up. Bunches it around your waist. His fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear, cheap cotton, the kind you bought in a three-pack, you never thought anyone would see them like this and your knees come up, a reflex, a pathetic little attempt to hide.
He sits up on his knees. Pushes your thighs down with one hand. And then he slaps you across the face. Crack. Your head snaps to the side. Your cheek blooms hot, then numb. Tears spill over before you can stop them. "Don't fucking try to hide from me."
His finger is in your face. Pointing. Accusing. Like you did something wrong. Like you asked for this. You stop moving. You stop fighting. You just lie there, shaking, as he makes his way back to your underwear and pulls them down your legs in one slow, deliberate drag. The fabric slides over your hips, your thighs, your knees. He brings them to his face. He smells them.
His eyes flutter closed. His lips part. He inhales like you're something sacred, something he's been starving for. And then he folds them carefully and puts them in his pocket. Your underwear. In his pocket. Like a trophy.
He lowers his face between your legs. You feel his nose first pressed against your clit, nuzzling, breathing you in. And then his tongue. Wet and warm and cruel in how good it feels. He fucks you with it, slow and deep, curling inside you like he's tasting something he plans to remember forever. But his eyes stay on you. Dark. Unblinking. Watching.
Every time you try to look away, every time your gaze drifts to the ceiling, to the window, anywhere but him he pulls off. His hand grabs your chin. Forces your face back down. "Eyes on me." Then he goes back.
He places his thumb on your clit. Circles it. Slow at first, then faster, matching the rhythm of his tongue inside you. You hate this. You hate this. But your body is a traitor. Your hips twitch. Your thighs tremble. A sound escapes your throat not a sob, not a moan, something in between. He hums against you. Pleased.
"You taste so fucking good."
You cry. Silent tears sliding down your cheek into your hair. And then God help you, you feel it. That familiar coiling. That heat builds low in your belly. Your body doesn't care that you're afraid. Your body doesn't care that you didn't choose this. He feels it too. He feels everything. "Am I doing a good job?"
What?
The question is so wrong, so out of place, that for a second your brain stops working. Why would he ask that? Why would he care? You don't answer. You can't. But he doesn't seem to need an answer. He just smiles against your skin, you feel the curve of his mouth and his thumb presses harder.
"Are you gonna come?"
His voice is soft now. Almost sweet. The same voice he used at the restaurant when he said you're so pretty. The same voice your friend heard when she said he's really sweet. "Come on my face, baby."
Your knee cramps. Your back arches. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as it crashes over you wave after wave, your body convulsing, pleasure and terror tangled so tightly you can't tell where one ends and the other begins. He stays right there. Mouth on you. Tongue gentle now, lapping, drinking you in.
He pulls off slowly. A string of spit and your own mess stretches from his lips to your skin. His face is wet. Shining. His lips are swollen and red. He sits up on his knees. Looks down at you. "Fuck," he breathes.
"You're so much more pretty when you are fucked out."
He's admiring you. That's the worst part. His head tilted. His eyes are soft. Like you're art. Like he painted you himself. And all you can do is lie there, exposed from the waist down, tears drying on your face, your thighs still shaking. All you can do is cry.
He reaches out. Wipes a tear from your cheek with his thumb. Brings it to his mouth. Tastes it. "Don't cry, baby," he whispers. "We're just getting started."
He reaches down to your chest and unbuttons the cute shirt you put on this morning not knowing this is how you were going to end up. He throws the shirt open. Pushes your bra down, making your boobs pop out. And then his hands are on them. Kneading them. His fingers pinch your nipples, twisting until they're hard and aching, and your face twists in pain.
He makes a fake aww sound. "Is your nipples sore, baby? Let me help you."
His mouth is on you. Licking around your nipple, slow and wet, while his hand works the other. He sucks gently at first, then harder, drawing your nipple deep into his mouth, and his tongue circles the tip like he's tasting candy. He keeps at it while looking at you. Why the fuck does he keep looking at you? His eyes never leave your face. He watches every flinch. Every tear. Every time your breath catches.
He moves to the other nipple. Gives it the same treatment, biting just hard enough to make you gasp. He pulls off with a wet pop and smiles at the way your nipple glistens.
He pulls away. His eyes trail down your body, your neck, your chest, your stomach, the wet mess between your legs and then his mouth is on yours. His tongue explores your mouth, sliding against yours, and you taste yourself on his lips. Sweet and salt and you. You bite his tongue.
He just laughs. Keeps kissing you like nothing happened. Like you're two lovers in a movie. He pulls away, his hand holding your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin.
He sits back on his knees. Unbuttons his jeans. Unzips them. And he pulls himself out slowly, like he loves watching the way your face reacts to his movement. He's hard. Thick. The tip is red and wet, and he looks at it, then at you, and smiles.
He spits into his hand. Wraps his fingers around himself and strokes once, twice, three times. His head falls back just a little.
"Shit," he says. "Fuck, I can't wait to be inside you. I've been thinking about this since our date" He strokes himself faster, and his eyes find yours again. "You owe me this, pretty. You owe me."
He makes his way back between your thighs. His knees spread you wider, wider than before, until you feel the stretch in your hips. He uses one hand to grab your thigh and bend it to your chest, folding you almost in half, making you feel more exposed, more nasty than you thought possible. He uses his other hand to guide himself into you.
The tip presses against your entrance. Wet. Hot. He pushes just the head in, and his whole body shudders. "Oh god," he whimpers. His eyes close for just a second. "Oh fuck."
He looks at you as he pushes deeper. Your eyes close due to the stretch, the burn, the fullness, the way he splits you open inch by inch. "Eyes open," he says, and you obey because you're too afraid not to. "I wanna see your face when I fill you up." He pushes all the way in. Your mouth falls open. A sound comes out, half gasp, half sob and he groans, long and loud, his hips pressed flush against yours.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," spills out of his mouth. "Shit, baby. Your pussy is so fucking tight. You're squeezing me like a fucking glove. Oh shit."
He starts moving. Slow at first. Long, deep strokes that pull almost all the way out before slamming back in. You feel him everywhere, inside you, around you, your walls stretching to accommodate him. He's so deep. Too deep.
He leans forward. Places a kiss on your lips soft, almost tender. His tongue slips into your mouth again as his hips start slamming into you harder. The bed creaks. The headboard hits the wall. Your insides are on fire, and you feel him hitting your cervix with every thrust. He pulls back from the kiss. Look down at where your bodies connect. His eyes are dark, hungry, obsessed.
"Fuck," he laughs. "Is that your cervix? Is that where I'm hitting, baby? Do you feel that? You feel how deep I am?" He thrusts harder on purpose, making you cry out. "Yeah. That's it. That's your fucking cervix. I'm gonna bruise it. I'm gonna make sure you feel me for days."
He slows down. Starts moving in deep, rolling strokes like he's trying to memorize every curve inside you. His eyes drop to where you're connected, watching himself slide in and out of you, your wetness coating him.
"Ah, fuck. Look at that." He laughs again, soft and breathless. "Look at my cock inside you, baby. Look how pretty you look wrapped around me."
He speeds up again. Fucks you harder. The headboard slams against the wall…thump, thump, thump and his hands grip your hips, fingers digging into your soft flesh hard enough to bruise. You turn your face to the wall, trying to black out what's happening, tears running down your face.
But he won't grant you that small mercy.
He grabs your neck. Forces you to face him. He's a blurry figure through your tears, but you can still see his smile. His hand leaves your hip and wraps around your throat not squeezing yet, just resting there, feeling your pulse hammer against his palm.
"Fuck," he moans. "You get so much tighter when I choke you. Shit, baby. You like that, don't you? You like when I take your breath away." He squeezes. Just enough. Your vision spots. Your mouth opens but no sound comes out. And you feel him twitch inside you…that telltale pulse, that swelling, and you know what's coming.
"I'm gonna come," he gasps. "Fuck, I'm gonna come. I'm gonna fill this pretty little pussy up, baby. You want that? You want me to pump you full?" He slams into you one last time deep, so deep and his body goes rigid. His head falls back. His mouth opens in a silent groan. And you feel it. Hot. Spilling. Rope after rope inside you, filling you up, leaking out around him even as he stays buried to the hilt.
He stays there for a moment. His forehead drops to yours. His eyes are closed. His breath is hot on your lips. He's still inside you, softening now, but he doesn't pull out. Not yet. Then he places a kiss on your cheek. Soft. Gentle. Like he loves you.
He looks down at where you're connected. Pulls out slowly. You feel everything, the drag, the emptiness, the way his come immediately starts leaking out of you and onto the sheets. He looks at you. Your tear-stained face. Your bruised neck. Your naked body, still shaking, still spread open for him.
"Fuck, love," he whispers. His thumb traces your lower lip. "You looked so fucking beautiful. Every second of it. The way you cried. The way you came on my face. The way you squeezed my cock when I choked you." He smiles, horrible. "Wanna know something? You're mine now."
He leans down. Kisses your forehead.
And somewhere in the building, a door opens and closes. Footsteps in the hallway. People living their normal lives, not knowing that three doors down, something irreparable just happened. You lie there. Staring at the ceiling. Feeling him drip out of you.
Soobin stretches out beside you like he belongs there. Like this is the beginning of something. For you, maybe it is.
> Just loser jake being a certified dumbass for his stupidly hot gf!
> bf!심재윤 × f!reader˖ ࣪ . 🦮 ࿐ ♡ ˚ .
>smut, pwop, p in v,subby loser jake, he gets nervous and starts yapping about random dog facts or soccer stats, kinda pathetic but hot, oral (m), jake’s a simp deluxe edition
>A/N:back to my roots,loser enha, MDNI
Who would've thought you'll end up with him .Like, Jake Sim? That Jake? The guy who still says “deeznuts” unironically when he tries to joke around, who trips over his own feet in the cafeteria because he’s too busy staring at his phone watching compilations of golden retrievers, who once spent twenty minutes explaining to you why pineapple on pizza is elite while you were literally trying to make out with him.
And yet here you are, in his tiny off campus apartment that smells like vanilla air freshener and boy sweat, straddling his lap while he looks up at you like you hung the damn moon.
His hands are on your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh like he’s scared you’ll disappear if he lets go. He’s already flushed, cheeks pink, lips parted, messy brown hair sticking to his forehead. Pathetic in the best way.
“Baby… you sure you wanna do this?” he mumbles, voice cracking a little. “I mean I just got done with practice and I probably smell like grass and..”
You shut him up by grinding down on him slowly, feeling how hard he already is under those gray gym shorts. He lets out this broken little whimper that goes straight to your core.
“Jake.”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up.”
“Okay,” he breathes, nodding fast like the eager dumbass he is.
You lean in to kiss him, messy and wet, tongue sliding against his. He tastes like the strawberry milk he chugged earlier. His hands slide up under your hoodie,his hoodie actually, the one you stole last week,palming at your bare skin like he’s trying to memorize every inch.
He’s always like this. Overwhelmed. Grateful. A little stupid.
You pull back just enough to tug the hoodie off, letting your hair fall around your shoulders. Jake’s eyes go wide, pupils blown. He stares at your tits like he’s never seen them before even though he’s literally sucked marks into them two nights ago.
“Fuck… you’re so hot it’s unfair,” he whines, leaning forward to bury his face between them, kissing and licking like a man starved. “How are you real? Like scientifically? Your body’s insane, I swear I could study you for a whole semester and still fail the test because I’d be too distracted.”
You laugh, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging his head back. “You’re rambling again, puppy.”
His ears go red at the nickname. He loves that shit.
“Sorry, sorry..I just...you’re sitting on my dick right now and I can’t think straight.”
You roll your hips again, dragging your clothed pussy over his hard on. Jake’s head falls back against the couch, mouth open, eyes fluttering. So fucking pretty when he’s losing it.
You slide off his lap and kneel between his legs, tugging his shorts down just enough to free his cock. It slaps against his stomach,pretty pink tip flushed and leaking. Jake makes this embarrassed noise, covering his face with both hands.
“Don’t hide,” you coo, wrapping your fingers around him. “Let me see that face.”
He peeks through his fingers, biting his lip hard when you lean in and lick a stripe up the underside. His thighs tense.
“Shit baby, your mouth like i.. it's insane, I really don’t...”
You take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, and Jake’s rambling turns into pure gibberish.
“and like, did you know golden retrievers can learn over 200 commands? Not that fuck not that it’s relevant right now but you’re just so good at this and my brain is melting”
You hum around him, swirling your tongue, and his tip,his hips twitch up involuntarily. You pin them down with one hand, working him with the other while you suck. His moans are so pretty breathy and desperate, little curses mixed with your name like a prayer.
You pull off with a wet pop right before he can finish, ignoring his pathetic whine.
“Not yet. I want you inside me.”
Jake nods so fast you’re scared he’ll get whiplash. You stand up, shimmying out of your shorts and panties, and climb back on top. He’s staring like you’re a goddess.
You line him up and sink down slowly, both of you groaning at the stretch. He’s thick, and the way he fills you always makes your toes curl. When you bottom out, Jake’s hands fly to your waist, gripping hard enough to leave marks.
“Oh my god… you’re so warm and tight and i..I’m gonna die. This is how I die. Death by pussy. Tell my mom I loved her..”
You start moving, riding him deep and slow, grinding your clit against his pelvis every time you drop down. Jake’s head is thrown back, eyes half-lidded, mouth slack. He looks drunk on you.
You lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest, and bounce faster. The wet sounds fill the room obscene and filthy. Jake’s trying so hard not to cum too quick, you can tell by the way his abs are clenching and he’s biting the inside of his cheek.
“Jake,” you pant, “look at me.”
He does, eyes glassy. “You’re so fucking hot I can’t ..I don’t know how I pulled you. Everyone at practice keeps asking and I just shrug like ‘idk bro she’s out of my league’ and they think I’m joking but I’m not..”
You clench around him on purpose and he chokes on his words, hips snapping up to meet yours.
“Harder,” you demand.
He flips you suddenly surprising strength from all that soccer pinning you under him on the couch. His hoodie is still half on, sleeves pushed up, sweat dripping down his neck. He looks feral in the softest way.
Jake hooks one of your legs over his shoulder and dives in deep, pace turning sloppy and desperate. Every thrust punches little moans out of you. He’s hitting that spot perfectly, over and over.
“You feel so good fuck, I love you like this. All pretty and taking my dick like you were made for it,” he babbles, voice hoarse. “I’d do anything for you. Buy you anything. Learn how to cook actual food instead of instant ramen. I’d even stop saying rizz if you told me to okay maybe not that one but..”
You laugh breathlessly and pull him down into a kiss, messy and desperate. His hips stutter, losing rhythm as he gets close.
“Cum inside me, Jake.”
His eyes roll back. “Shit yeah? You want that? Want me to fill you up like a loser who doesn’t deserve it?”
You nod, nails digging into his back.
He buries his face in your neck and fucks you harder, chasing it. A few more messy thrusts and he’s gone groaning your name as he spills deep inside you, hips twitching through it. The feeling pushes you over the edge too, clenching around him as you cum with a sharp cry.
For a minute it’s just heavy breathing and the sound of the cheap AC unit rattling.
Jake doesn’t pull out right away. He just stays there, softening inside you, pressing lazy kisses to your collarbone.
“You’re gonna kill me one day,” he mumbles against your skin. “Death by hot girlfriend. Legendary way to go.”
You run your fingers through his damp hair, smiling. “My dumb pup.” he agrees happily, nuzzling closer.
He’s quiet for like… thirty whole seconds a new record before he starts again.
“Hey, random question did you know that”
“Jake.”
“Yeah?”
“Round two in five minutes. Save the dog facts.”
He grins against your neck, already half hard again. “I must've saved homeless kids in my previous life or I'm gods fav.”
⤷ note: i firmly believe this man is always so desperate for any slight friction, trying something new for Jake!
contains smut ◡̈
Horny!bf jake who whenever you aren’t home jerks off to your panties, leaving them all sticky and ruined because of how much he missed you.
Horny!bf jake who can never keep his hands off of you, always squeezing and groping you until you give him what he wants.
Horny!bf jake who’s always in between your legs whenever he gets the chance too, he would go down on you for hours. Sometimes not even planning to make you finish, he just loves the feeling of your warm wet cunt all over his face.
Horny!bf jake who fucks you like a madman, he slams into you fast and hard while his free hands spread you even wider just so he can go even deeper. And the only reason he slows down is after he climaxes, still buried deep inside you.
Horny!bf jake who loves nipple play, he looooves to squeeze and lick your tits. Saying things like “yeah baby you like that?” not breaking eye contact while licking all over your sensitive hard nipple.
Horny!bf jake who brat tames you whenever you’re being a ‘bitch’, punishing you by not letting you cum all night. He loves seeing you all whiny and messy for him, he will even go as far as secretly recording it then getting off to it later :( .
Horny!bf jake who loves risky sex, you could be anywhere. family house, out in public, in the car, even at dinner and he will still find a way to overstimulate you. the thought of both of you getting caught in the act makes his dick throb so hard.
Horny!bf jake who loves having his fingers deep inside your creamy hole. A simple movie night escalates to him having you bottom less spread all over your shared apartment couch finger blasting you.
Horny!bf jake who’s a sucker for dirty talk. That shit turns him on so much, just a “this pussy’s all yours” during sex drives him over the edge. Making him cum so hard and so much over your filthy words.
Horny!bf jake who although is always in a horny mood cares and loves you dearly, sometimes giving you soft slow intimate sex. and if not, is always showering you with sweet kisses and words of affirmation.
@rikicakes
updates: hopefully done writing something for all the members by next week, next up is niki. If you guys have any ideas feel free to request!
!! synopsis: backstage your "best friend" has a habit of letting you have your way with him. tonight, he's not leaving until you admit how much you love it when he calls you noona even if he has to beg.
!! warnings: smut (mdni), sub jake who's pussy drunk, dom reader, 69, piv, spit kink, overstimulation, tit play, degrading, multiple orgasims, jake got a noona kink, reader is a couple months older, js straight filth
!! wc: 3k
!! a/n: i will never ever get tired of writing sub jake anyways ty for the request i honestly wouldn't have thought of such a delicious idea, hope u likey
The show ended an hour ago. The crowd had faded into the quiet hum of staff packing up equipment, and members trickling out to vans. You should be in your own dressing room wiping off stage makeup and heading home like everyone else.
Instead, you're here. Door locked, the muffled sounds of the outside world barely registering.
Jake is sitting in the worn armchair in the corner of his dressing room. Legs spread, shirt half unbuttoned, watching you with that look he gets when you're alone.
He didn't put himself in that chair. You did. You pushed him down into it the second the lock clicked, and he went without resistance, because that's who he is with you. Eager and desperate to please.
You're straddling him now, knees on either side of his thighs, the thin fabric of your stage skirt riding up your legs. His hands rest on your hips, thumbs tracing lazy circles through the material, but he's not gripping. Not guiding. He's waiting. He always waits for you.
"You're staring," you murmur, looping your arms around his neck.
"Can you blame me?" His voice is low, a little breathless. "You looked so good on stage tonight, noona."
There it is. That word. Delivered with a smile that's just shy of teasing, eyes glittering with amusement. He knows exactly what he's doing.
You roll your eyes. "Don't start."
"Start what?" His thumbs press a little deeper into your hips, while giving you puppy eyes. "I'm just complimenting you. You're older, you're wiser, you're sooo experienced. I should respect you."
"You're mocking me."
"I would never." He leans forward, his lips brushing the curve of your jaw. "Respect your elders, right, noona?"
Your fingers tighten in his hair. You should correct him. But his mouth is trailing down your neck now, soft and warm, and he's still murmuring that word against your skin like a prayer.
Noona. Noona. Noona.
"You're insufferable," you manage, but your voice comes out shakier than you intended.
He pulls back just enough to look at you, and that teasing glint is still there, but underneath it is something hungrier. "You love it."
"I hate it."
"Liar." He nips at your bottom lip. "You get so wet every time I say it. I can feel you through your panties, noona."
Heat floods your cheeks. He's right. You hate how much you love it, hate the way your body reacts every single time that word leaves his mouth. But you'll never admit it. Not to him.
"You're so full of yourself."
"Stop acting like you don’t love it." His hands slide down to grip your ass, pulling you tighter against him. You can feel how hard he is through his pants, and the contact makes you both gasp. "See? You can't even pretend anymore."
"Shut up, Jake."
You crash your mouth against his, kissing him hard and deep, and he groans into it like he's been waiting. His tongue slides against yours, messy and desperate, and his hands roam your body like he's trying to memorize every curve. He's always like this sweet and obedient until you give him an inch, and then he's everywhere.
But you're still in control. You pull back first, leaving him chasing your lips with a whine.
"Take off your pants," you say.
He scrambles to obey, lifting his hips to shove his pants down his thighs, boxers following. His cock springs free, flushed and leaking, and you watch him squirm under your gaze.
"You're staring," he says mimicking you from earlier with a shaky laugh in his voice.
"Can you blame me?" You reach down and wrap your hand around him, watching his head fall back against the chair. "You're so pretty like this, Jake. All desperate and whiny."
"I'm not whiny-"
You squeeze gently. He whines.
"Not whiny at all," you agree, smiling. "You're gonna listen to what I say right?"
He nods, eyes blown wide.
You shift off his lap, only to reposition each other on a nearby couch. You climb over him again, swinging your leg over his head until you're facing his lower body and straddling his face. He gets the idea immediately. His hands grab your thighs, pulling you down until your center hovers just above his mouth.
"Wait," you say, and he freezes.
You lean forward, lowering yourself until your mouth is level with his cock. When your breath hits his skin he shudders beneath you.
"You eat me out. I'll suck you off. And if you're good-" you drag your tongue up the length of him just once, just enough to make him whimper " maybe I'll let you cum."
"Fuck," he breathes. "Noona, you're going to kill me."
"Probably." You wrap your lips around the tip and suck gently. "Now shut up and get to work."
He doesn't need to be told twice.
His mouth finds you immediately, tongue parting your folds with an eagerness that makes your hips buck forward. He's messy about it he always has been, too hungry to be neat but he knows exactly where to put his tongue. He laps at your clit in broad strokes, then sucks gently, then does it again, and you have to pull off his cock just to gasp for air.
"Fuck, Jakey-"
He hums against you in response, the vibration shooting up your spine, and you can feel him smiling. That smug little shit.
You retaliate by taking him deeper, swallowing him down until your nose presses against his pelvis. He chokes on a moan, his hips jerking up, and his rhythm falters for just a second before he doubles down.
But then he pauses. His mouth leaves you, and you feel his breath hot against your inner thigh.
"You know what would make this better?" he asks, voice thick.
You lift your head just enough to glare at him over your shoulder. "If you stopped talking?"
"If you admitted you love when I call you noona." You can hear the grin in his voice. "Say it. Just once. 'Jake, I love when you call me noona.'"
"I will bite you."
"That's not a no."
You drop your head back down and take him in your mouth again, hoping to shut him up. He groans, hips stuttering, but he's not done.
"That's not how this works, noona," he says, and the word is muffled because he's burying his face back between your legs, but you still hear it.
His tongue finds your clit again, and this time he's relentless fast and firm and exactly how you like it. Your legs start to shake. Your mouth goes slack around his cock.
"There she is," he murmurs against you. "There's my good girl. You gonna cum for me, noona? Gonna soak my face and pretend you hate me?"
You want to tell him to shut up. You want to pull his hair and remind him who's in charge. But you're so close, so fucking close, and his tongue is doing that thing and his hands are gripping your thighs so tight they'll bruise and he's still saying it, noona noona noona like a fucking mantra.
You cum with his name on your tongue, except it comes out wrong, comes out shaky and desperate and exactly what he wanted to hear.
He moans against you through it, drinking you down, and when you finally go limp above him he pulls his mouth away just long enough to say, "See? I knew you loved it."
You hate him. You hate him so much.
But he's still hard and leaking against your lips, and you took it upon yourself to finish what you started.
You crawl off him and he sits up. Both of you are a mess. His hair is sticking up in twenty directions. His chest is covered in sweat and spit. His eyes are glazed over, lips swollen, cheeks flushed.
You're not much better.
But you're also not done with him.
You settle back between his thighs, fingers tracing lazily along his hip, feeling the way his muscles jump under your touch. He's watching you with those desperate hazy eyes, already trembling again just from the anticipation.
You don't say anything. You just look at him really look at him and let the silence stretch until he can't take it anymore.
"Noona?" His voice cracks. It's small. Fragile. Nothing like the teasing tone from earlier. His lower lip trembles and his eyes are glassy, wet at the corners. He's holding back tears. "Noona, did I- did I not do good?"
Your heart falters.
"I did everything you said," he continues, voice wobbling. "I was good. I didn't complain. I let you- I let you do whatever you wanted. You said if I was good I could-" He stops, swallows hard, and a single tear slips down his cheek. "You said I could cum, noona. You promised."
He's whining now, high and desperate, hips twitching like he can't help chasing friction. His cock is still hard, flushed red, leaking against his stomach. He looks wrecked. Completely wrecked.
"Please," he whispers. "Please, noona. I'll be better. I'll be so much better. Just tell me what I did wrong and I'll fix it. I'll do anything. Just please don't- don't leave me like this."
His hands reach for you but stop halfway, remembering he's not allowed to touch without permission. Instead they fall back against the couch, fingers curling into the fabric like he needs something to hold onto.
"Did I not make you feel good?" His voice breaks on the last word. "I thought- I thought made you feel good. You made a mess all over me and you kept saying my name and I thought you were happy. I thought I was doing good."
Another tear falls. Then another.
He's not even trying to hide it anymore.
Your thumbs brush away his tears, slow and gentle, as you lean in until your forehead touches his.
"Hey," you whisper. "Hey, look at me."
His glassy eyes meet yours, wet and scared and so vulnerable it makes your chest ache.
"You did so good," you say softly, firmly, like you need him to hear it and understand. "So fucking good, Jake."
He sniffles, lower lip still trembling. "But I-"
"Shhh." You shake your head, thumbs still stroking his cheekbones. "You were perfect. You did everything I asked. You let me have you however I wanted. You're being good I like it a lot."
A shaky breath escapes him.
"I'm not leaving you like anything," you continue, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I'm right here. I've got you. You're my good boy, okay? My good, pretty boy who did everything right."
He blinks, more tears spilling over. "Then why did you stop?"
You smile softly, kissing the other corner of his mouth. "Because I wanted to look at you. Because you're perfect everything about you is and I wanted to remember every second of it."
A broken sound leaves his throat.
"You want to cum, baby?" you ask, lips brushing against his.
He nods frantically, hands still fisted in the couch fabric, still obeying even now. "Please, noona. Please im so needy for you, just wanna feel you."
"You will," you promise, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes.
He gets shy at the thought of it and tries to hide his smile.
"That's my boy," you whisper, and you lean down to kiss him soft and slow and full of everything you can't say. He melts into it, tears wet against your cheeks, and when you finally pull away, his eyes are still glassy but the panic is gone.
He doesn't hesitate. "I need you so bad. I've been thinking about you all day. All week. Every time I see you I just want to -" He cuts himself off with a shuddering breath as you squeeze gently.
"You just want to what?"
"I want to be inside you," he admits, voice barely above a whisper. "I want- I want to make you feel good too. I want to make you cum so hard you forget your own name. Please, noona. Please let me."
You hold his wrists against the back of the couch. His hips buck up involuntarily, grinding against you and it's a mess. His leaking pre cum mixes with yours, both of you still slick and sticky from before, Jake's own spit still wet on your skin. The slide is filthy, and you can feel him growing hard again beneath you, pressing between your swollen folds.
You roll your hips slowly, watching his face contort with pleasure.
"Does that feel good?"
"Yes. Fuck, yes, noona it feels so fucking good," he gasps. "Noona, please-"
You keep moving, slow and torturous, and his eyes roll back. His fingers curl into fists above his head but he doesn't lower them, doesn't try to touch you. He's being so good. So obedient.
"You're going to cum like this just from a little grinding," you tell him. "Like a teenage boy. And you're going to thank me for it."
He moans, loud, and you press your hand over his mouth.
"Quiet. Someone could hear."
His eyes widen. His hips stutter. The thought of getting caught, of someone walking past and hearing him fall apart for you it pushes him closer. You can feel it in the way his body tenses, the way his breathing goes ragged against your palm.
"Imagine if a staff member walked in right now," you whisper in his ear. "Imagine if they saw you like this. Their precious Jake. Begging. Whining. About to cum because his noona told him to."
Thats all it takes.
His whole body goes rigid, his mouth opening in a silent cry against your hand, his hips jerking up into you as he spills in the space between the both of you. You watch his face the whole time, drinking in every expression, every twitch, every broken sound he can't quite hold back.
When it's over, he slumps against the couch out of breath, wrists going limp in your grip. His face is flushed, his eyes are wet, and he looks completely wrecked.
Beautiful.
You release his wrists and cup his face in both hands, tilting his head up.
"You did so good," you murmur. "Such a good boy for me."
He leans into your touch, eyes fluttering closed. "Noona..."
"I know." You kiss his forehead softly. "I know."
He's still hard. You can feel it. One orgasm isn't enough for him and you have no intention of stopping here.
"You can touch," you tell him.
His hands fly to your waist immediately, gripping tight, like he's afraid you'll disappear. But you grab his wrists and guide them higher, up to your chest, pressing his palms flat against your breasts.
"Here," you say softly. "I want you here."
He doesn't need to be told twice. His fingers curl around the soft flesh, thumbs brushing over your nipples, and you shiver at the contact. He's learning by watching your face, paying attention to what makes your breath catch. When he circles his thumb around one nipple, your hips jerk forward involuntarily, grinding against his length again.
"Yeah," you breathe. "Just like that."
He gains confidence, squeezing and kneading, pinching lightly just to watch you gasp. Your head falls back and you let him play. Let him explore. His touch is worshipping, desperate, like he's trying to memorize every inch of you.
"Noona," he whines, hips bucking up. "Please. I need- I need you so bad."
You look down at him wrecked, hard, completely at your mercy and you feel a surge of affection so strong it almost hurts.
"I know, baby." You lean forward, bracing your hands on either side of his head, and let your tits brush against his chest. He tries to chase your mouth but you pull back just out of reach. "Tell me what you want."
"You," he gasps. "Just you. Always you."
"That's not specific enough."
His fingers dig into your hips, desperate. "I want you to ride me. I want to be inside you. I want to feel you cum around me. Please, noona. Please."
You reward him by lowering yourself just enough for the tip of him to press against your entrance. He moans, loud and broken, and his head falls back against the couch.
"Say it again," you whisper.
"Noona," he breathes. "My noona. Please tell me you love it. Please tell me you love when I call you that."
You sink down just an inch.
"I love it," you admit, voice barely above a whisper. "I love when you call me noona. I love the way it sounds coming from your mouth. I love how desperate you get.
A sob catches in his throat.
"I love it, Jake. I love when my good boy calls me noona."
You sink down fully, taking all of him in one slow, steady motion, and the sound he makes is inhuman. His back arches off the couch, mouth open in a silent scream, and you feel him throbbing inside you immediately.
You don't move at first. You just sit there, full of him, watching him come undone beneath you.
"Spit," you say suddenly.
His eyes flutter open, hazy with pleasure. "What?"
"Spit in my mouth."
Something dark flashes across his face. He reaches up, fingers trembling, and gathers saliva in his mouth. Then you lean down, lips parting, and he lets it fall from his lips to yours, warm and wet and obscene. You catch it on your tongue, moan at the taste of him, and then you lean back up and let it drip from your mouth down onto his chest.
"Again," you whisper.
He does it again. And again. Each time more desperate, more sloppy, until both of you are covered in spit and sweat and the evidence of how badly you want each other.
Then you start to move.
You ride him slow at first, which has him gasping your name. His hands find your tits again, playing with them, pinching and pulling until you're crying out above him. Every flick of his thumb sends a jolt through your body, makes you clench around him, makes him moan.
"Harder," he begs. "Please, noona, harder. I can take it. I'll take whatever you give me."
So you give him more. You bounce on his cock, fast and brutal, letting him watch the way your tits move with every thrust. His mouth waters. You can see it. He reaches up and spits directly onto your chest this time, watching his saliva drip down your skin, and you moan so loud you're sure someone could hear.
"Do you love it?" he gasps, thrusting up to meet you. "Do you love when I call you noona?"
"Yes," you cry out. "Yes, I love it, I love it so much-"
"Fuck- you're so fucking hot, say it again."
"I love it Jakey."
He grips your hips, flipping you both over so he's on top, and the sudden change in position makes you gasp. He doesn't enter you again, not yet. Instead he hovers over you, one hand braced beside your head, the other reaching down to guide himself through your soaked folds.
"You love being my noona," he says, and it's not a question anymore. It's a statement. "You love that I'm younger and you love that I make you feel this good."
He pushes inside you in one sharp thrust and your vision goes white.
He fucks you hard no slow pace, no more teasing. Just desperate, animalistic rhythm, his hips slamming into yours, his mouth hovering over your chest. He spits on your nipples, watches the saliva glisten, then lowers his mouth to suck them clean. His tongue swirls around each peak, teeth grazing sensitive skin, and you're clawing at his back, leaving marks you know will last for days.
"Cum for me," he growls against your breast. "Cum on my cock, noona. Want to feel you squeeze me. Want you to soak me."
Your orgasm crashes over you without warning, your back arching off the couch, a scream tearing from your throat. You clamp down around him so tight he can barely move, but he keeps thrusting anyway chasing his own release, desperate and sloppy and perfect.
"Noona," he chants, thrusting erratically now. "Noona, noona, noona-"
His hips stutter, his eyes roll back, and he spills inside you with a broken cry of a mix of your name and noona.
He collapses onto your chest, both of you shaking, both of you soaked in sweat and spit and each other.
For a long moment, neither of you speak.
Then he lifts his head, chin resting on your chest, and gives you that familiar teasing smile but softer now, edges blurred by exhaustion and satisfaction.
"Love you, noona," he whispers.
You laugh, weak and breathless, and run your fingers through his sweaty hair.
"Love you too, loser."
if u made it to the end threaten me with a good time 🤤
i have never been summoned so fast by a set of soobin photos
soobin has a minor major… problem. a little urge to cockwarm that shoves aside all of his other thoughts, always there, teasing, tantalizing, demanding attention to the point he’s not sure how else to fix it. except to give in. or try.
soobin, ‘m a little busy, you giggle a little, turning around to your tall, pouting boyfriend, who looks like he’s going to die of desperation any second now, peering at you through long, messy bangs, his tie undone and hanging around his neck, barely home for 2 seconds and he’s already trailing you like a lost puppy. and it’s not just a welcome home kiss he wants… not with the bulge in his pants. but it’s not his fault, not when he comes home after a long day and you’re cleaning your shared apartment, looking so perfectly pretty and domestic, oh fuck, soobin’s weak.
soobin couldn’t hide a boner if his life depended on it as you turn around, leaning the broom against a wall before leaning towards him on your tip toes, one quick kiss and soobin’s hands already find your waist, tugging you into him,, not even trying to hide how he’s already half hard in his pressed slacks, cute, awkward smile when you pull back, a little whine from him ‘cause one kiss isn’t enough! angel, please, his big hands not so subtly slipping under the waistband of your pajama pants, lazily trying to tug them down. ‘m not done cleaning yet, trying to be stern, but soobin’s disarming your weak defenses quickly, your hands pulling his out of your pants, making him whine in complaint.
i missed you so much, he mumbles, you’re killing me, baby. bringing your hand up to his heart shaped lips, sucking on the tip of your finger, lazy, half lidded eyes gazing down, just for a little bit? one hand on your waist, pressing you up against his bulge, god, he’s irresistible and he knows it.. so easy to always have his way, the corner of his lip tilting up. just cockwarming, okay?
mmph— n-needed this s’ much, doll, soobin’s breathy moan muffled by your hair, face buried in the crook of your neck, his breathing uneven and panting, warm, wet folds sinking slowly ‘round his heavy cock, soobin’s so big, leaking tip drooling all over your insides, clenched around him tight. manspread on the couch as you straddle his lap, legs trembling at the stretch, he’s too impatient for foreplay when all he wants is to cockwarm!
and it feels like his personal heaven, slacks not even off and just unzipped, boxers shoved down clumsily enough to free his heavy cock, neat dress shirt crumpled beneath your fingers, tie dropped somewhere on the floor, poor big dick boyfriend couldn’t wait at all, could he? your arousal dripping all over his crotch, feeling him so deep inside of you, filled so full to the brim it makes you lose your senses, dizzy with the sweet, pleasuring sensation only soobin can give, arms wrapped around his neck. and it’s pure intimacy, his need to be buried in your sweet pussy, warm and it feels like love, stress evaporating as he settles, bottomed out and pressing sleepy kisses to your neck, breathing in your scent
—
oh, he’s so fucked. soobin’s not sure how long has passed, except that you’ve fallen asleep, somewhat drowsy from the comfort… and his dick is aching, heavy and leaking. his hands slipping beneath your thighs, breathily moaning as he thrusts in a little, wet, slick squelch of your juices soaking his crotch, pussy sucking him in deeper as he sloppily fucks your hole, so desperate for release, pure need for sweet relief… and its a little embarrassing how fast he cums, hot, milky seed filling you up inside as you whine at the sudden fullness, tummy bulging a little with his cum and cock, barely awake and milking him of every drop as he moans, hands clumsily pushing your hips down, sticky cum seeping out from your cunt all over his boxers… surely you don’t mind..?
girl i need to sleep fml this is so messy sorry lol will write smth better when i have brain cells
๛Heeseung: he moans and whimpers if you are on top of him. surely he also closes his eyes when he feels too much pleasure or when he’s about to come. if he is on top, he may also groan a little.
๛Jay: groans. I’m almost sure he’s also one of those who talk to you while doing it, alternating between sweet and dirty things.
๛Jake: nobody is going to get it out of my head that this guy likes to be dominated. he would MOAN for his life. surely he would also say things like “mommy, please let me cum…” I fell in love…
๛Sunghoon: I really feel that most of the time he is silent, but every now and then he groans a little, surely more when he’s about to come.
๛Sunoo: whimpers very nicely <3 although it should be remembered that he has his “dark side,” so he might also growl a little.
๛Jungwon: it’s too loud! he whimpers and moans too much, but it would be addictive to hear it over and over again.
๛Ni-ki: need I even say it? GROANS, and surely tells you dirty things like “you like it? you want it to fill you up, right?” surely he would make you cry after so much play.
my inbox is always open in case you want to give me ideas..
Heeseung drags his fingers across your pussy, his hand breaching underneath your skirt without your permission. Your best friend’s boyfriend smirks when he feels that wet patch pooling at your underwear and bites his lip, moaning lowly when another gush of arousal makes your panties wetter.
“N-No…”
“Never been fucked by cock?” Heeseung asks, rubbing on your clit.
“Never…”
“You’re a sweet little virgin, aren’t you? An innocent thing, too. God…I could ruin you. Fuck up your holes and make you crave my cum when I’m not around. I could mold your pussy to the shape of my cock and train all your holes to take a beating. Do you touch yourself?”
“I’ve never touched myself, Hee.” He presses his fingers against your covered hole, watching you look at his covered hand.
“Fuck. Do you dream about cock?”
“S-Sometimes.”
Heeseung brings his nose closer to your jawline. “Innocent virgin loses her virginity by hung cock,” he whispers. “That’s us, baby. If we made porn, that’s what we’d be.”
“Heeseung, Sooha might be home soon—”
“Don’t care,” he grunts. “Innocent girls deserve big cocks. Don’t you want to see one in real life?”
You talk to me dirty, I'm talking back like a reflex
⋆˚✰ ݁˖⭑.ᐟ Heeseung is lowkey obsessed with his sister's innocent best friend, but maybe......she's not as innocent as she seems ⋆˚✰ ݁˖⭑.ᐟ
𑣲⋆ pairings - heeseung x fem! reader
𑣲⋆ warnings - dom! heeseung, corruption kink, oral (f!receiver), kinda obsessive and creepy heeseung, "apparently" innocent reader, p in v, jerking off, unprotected sex (zon't zo that....wrap it up)
lemme know if i missed any <3
𑣲⋆ eunnie's notes - okay, this has been STUCK in my head for like a million years and I've finally gotten around to writing smh. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE ON MY LAST FIC!! 😘😘
But that didn't really stop his eyes from following your every movement around the living room. It was harmless at first, started as curiosity but before he knew it, he was in over his head. You were always there, in his house, sticking to his sister's side, fluttering around the living room like a rabbit, soft in your cardigans and your skirts, humming under your breath, giggling into your hands.
You were pure, too pure for his dirty mind. He should not want you. He really shouldn't. You were his sister's best friend, younger than him. Inexperienced as far as he knew. Pretty in an angelic way, the kind you didn't even know drove everyone crazy. Especially him.
With your dark brown waves framing your face perfectly, perfect posture, and your perfect body, perfect doe eyes that soften every time they look at him, lashes fluttering against your face when you laugh, and eyes crinkling in the corners.
You'd flit around his house in oversized t-shirts and short shorts, leaving behind the soft scent of your chocolate-flavoured perfume and vanilla lip-gloss and a million other things that screamed innocence.
Heeseung would often find himself standing in doorways, watching over you from the shadows, tracing the soft lines of your face, the bridge of your nose, your always glossy lips that curved up into a smile, bunny teeth peeking out. He noticed everything, the way you bit the straws of your drinks, the way you tilted your head to show you're listening, the little giggles when you say you shouldn't. All of it was so innocent, so unaware.
He hated that it made him lose his composure. Simple things like your shirt slipping down your shoulder, exposing more of your pretty skin, made his teeth ache with the need to bite, the need to mark. To claim. Much to his disadvantage, he found you had quite a liking for wearing off-the-shoulder shirts.
You had no idea what you did to him, and god did that make him want to ruin you. To make you cry from pleasure, overstimulate you to the brink, to touch you, taste you, and finally find out if you'd taste as good as you look.
Heeseung had always prided himself on his patience. But now, it seems like he was starting to lose it with you.
He wasn't expecting you to still be at his house.
Your sister had texted you an hour ago saying you both were heading to the beach, so he'd spent an extra 45 minutes at the basketball court.
But the second he walked through the front door, he heard high-pitched giggling from the kitchen, unmistakably you.
He paused in the hallway. He peeked through the kitchen doorways and saw you. Wearing a fucking bikini.
It wasn't really that revealing. It was yellow, frilly at the edges, with a little bow. You weren't really trying to show anything off. Your hair was up in a high ponytail that emphasized the delicate lines of your neck and face, too big sunglasses covering half your face.
The fabric clung to your chest in a way that made arousal settle in his stomach. Your legs glistened with sunscreen, the curve of your thighs making his throat go dry.
You turned your back to him, and he saw the way the suit hugged your hips and your ass, forcing him to look away with a deep inhale, trying to calm down the growing tent in his pants.
Fuck.
You probably had no idea. Didn't even think about him seeing you like this. You'd just slipped into this completely clueless about the way you'd just fueled his filthy fantasies.
"Oh, he's here. Hi Seungie oppa!"
He nodded, barely managing a stiff wave before scurrying back to his room. He runs up the stairs and slams the door shut.
He could still see you. The image of you burned behind his eyelids. Your soft skin. The pretty smile. The perfect body he wanted to devour.
You were so fucking innocent, and he was slowly losing it.
Heeseung shuts his eyes, pulls his pants down, head falling back against the door. His cock is already rock hard beneath his boxer and he wastes no time in wrapping a hand around himself.
The movement is dry, but all he can think about is you as he strokes himself. About how you'd look on your knees for him, how you'd look with your face streaked in his cum, about how you'd cry around him, and wet and warm you'd feel as you clench down on him, crying out his name as your back arches and he shows you levels of pleasure you've never experienced before. About how you'd say, "Thank you, Heeseung oppa" in the soft, velvety voice of yours.
He comes on his hand hard and embarrassingly fast, staining his sweats and the floor with his release, your name rolling off his tongue.
You didn't even know what you were doing, but god did he want to show you.
You were over at his house again, for longer this time, since your parents were away. But your best friend was out tonight, probably at a party, getting wasted.
But you'd chosen not to go, because tonight was the night. Curled up on the couch, legs stretched out across the couch, you're flipping through a book on your lap. Your skin's still dewy from the shower, wavy hair falling over your shoulders, dressed in your usual oversized shirt and shorts.
Heeseung watched you from the hallway for a few minutes, drinking in the sight before stepping inside.
"Hey, princess," he says, low and gentle as always. You look up and smile, same sweetness as always, as you reply, "Hi, Seungie oppa."
"You want the couch oppa?"
"No," he replies quickly, settling down beside you, "Just wanna sit with you."
You smile at that, and he notices, as always.
"Rough night?" you ask teasingly.
"Not really, just tired. You're warm," he says quietly, head resting on your shoulders. A few moments later, he's leaning in closer, just enough to let his breath blow against your cheek, nosing at the crook of your neck as he sighs against the skin.
"You smell so good, y/n," he breathes out, and a shiver passes down your spine.
"You're okay with this, right?" he asks, voice smooth as his hand comes to rest on your thigh, right above your knee.
"Yeah.....I don't mind."
His thumb stroked lazy circles against your skin. He knew you wouldn't ask him to move, so he pushed further, testing your boundaries as his fingers wandered higher, trailing along the hem of your shorts absentmindedly. Like it wasn't on purpose.
Arousal settles low in your stomach as his fingers dare to inch higher, slipping under the hem of your shorts. Still slow like he's doing nothing wrong. He's now brushing the most sensitive part of your thigh, knuckles grazing the edge of your underwear with each stroke.
You inhale sharply before chuckling quietly, dangerously, "Did you really think I was that innocent, Seungie?"
His hand fingers still on your thighs, and he goes still beside you. Did he hear that right?
"Did you think you were being subtle?" you purr, voice dropping to a lower tone, sultry, seductive in a totally unexpected way.
Heeseung freezes, his breath hitches. He wasn’t expecting this at all. His grip on the mattress tightens slightly as he lifts his head to meet your gaze, pupils blown wide. What is happening?
You turn to face him, leaning back against the armrest of the couch, legs spread open in front of you. "You weren't expecting this, were you, oppa?" you ask with a wicked grin, fingers trailing along the collar of his shirt. His wide eyes blink down at you, hand stilling next to your head like someone had smacked him across the face.
"Did you expect me to give in so easily? Did you expect to have your way with me, sweetheart?" you add, fingertips now brushing along his collarbone, looking up at him with blazing eyes, as he stared at you in shock.
Everything he thought he knew about you went out the window. He HAD expected you to give in to him, for you to be submissive, for you to be soft and innocent like you had always been to him.
Heeseung lets out a shaky laugh, suddenly feeling like he’s the one being played with. That wicked grin is making his heart pound.
He swallows hard, his jaw clenching as he tries to gain back some of the control. But it's not working. Not when you're acting like this, not when he can feel your feather-like touch through the fabric of his t-shirt, burning on his skin.
Heeseung can't help the shudder that runs through his body when you call him oppa, and he hates how turned on he is at that pet name.
He's speechless, and he knows that's exactly what you wanted.
Heeseung was used to your soft, spoken version. The one who never raised her voice, the one who was always polite, always saying 'thank you' and 'please'. Not this version of you, hungry, seductive. Confident. Like you knew exactly the effect you had on him and weren't using it to your advantage
"Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?" you giggle softly, biting your lip as you stare at his shocked expression.
"You're not nearly as subtle with your staring as you think you are, oppa. I can feel your eyes on me every single time I come over. You want me that bad, sweetheart?" you purr, lips inches away from his, curled into a smirk as you hear his breath hitch, red burning his cheeks.
Heeseung's brain isn't working. You've rendered him speechless. He can't even come up with some smartass comeback; he can't function properly because you're so goddamn attractive right now. And this new side of you is absolutely insane, and he loves it.
He swallows. Hard.
His eyes darkened, gaze roaming over you. You're so close, your faces inches apart, and it takes all his self-restraint not to just kiss you senseless right now. But he can't give in that easily.
"Use your words, sweetheart. Come on. You were so confident when you sat down beside me,darling," you urge, voice dropping lower.
His breath catches, sharp, unsteady, as your voice curls around him like smoke. His grip tightens where its resting on your thigh, fingers pressing into the softness there just to remind himself you're real.
"Fuck." The word slips out, rough and strained, before he can stop it.
He exhales sharply through his nose, leaning down until his lips hover just above yours—close enough that his breath mingles with yours, but not quite touching.
"You-" His voice is wrecked already. "You’ve been playing me this whole time, haven’t you?" A shaky grin flickers across his face.
"Maybe I have. Tell me again what you said to Jake the other day? On the phone?" you ask with a grin, watching the realization pass over his face, shock doubling.
"You want to ruin my innocence, darling” you say lowly, quoting his exact words. "That's too bad for you, sweetheart. I was never innocent to begin with" you whisper in his ear, lips pressing a ghost of a kiss on the skin of his neck
His skin burns where your lips touched, the phantom feeling of your touch leaving him desperate for more. His head is spinning at the realization, his cocky, confident demeanor slipping as he struggles to keep up with your words.
He curses under his breath, his grip on your thigh tightening. The way you're acting is driving him crazy.
"Damn it," he mutters, his breath coming fast. "You're not supposed to be like this. You're supposed to be… softer. Gentler. Not so… damn seductive."
"Don't like it, sweetheart?" you ask, pouting up at him, blinking at him slowly.
He curses mentally. You're pouting now? How is he supposed to resist that? Jesus, you're playing him like a damn fiddle.
He hates how the sight of your pout is sending his heart racing. He hates how that damn pet name sounds so good, coming from your mouth. He hates how he wants to just lean down and kiss that pout right off your face.
"Damn you." Heeseung mumbles. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that?"
"Dying so soon? We haven't even started yet," you say with a smile, cocking your head to the side, quiet challenge in your eyes as your fingers trail down the column of his neck. You feel his adams apple bob beneath your fingers, the warmth of his flushed skin a contrast to the cold air of the night.
He shivers involuntarily, goosebumps erupting across his skin at your light touch. Even your voice is driving him crazy. The way you're acting, the way you're speaking, the way you're looking at him.…it's all new and unexpected and so damn attractive.
He can't help the sharp inhale when your fingers reach his throat, and his mind is a mess of conflicting thoughts, a battle between keeping his cool and giving in to whatever you have planned.
"You…damn tease…" he mutters weakly.
"Are you gonna give in and touch me or not, oppa?" you ask quietly, warm breath hitting his skin, as you look up at him.
The way you're teasing him, looking up at him with those damn eyes and looking so damn innocent even though you're clearly the exact opposite right now…it's gonna be the end of him.
He can't take it anymore; that last bit of restraint snaps, and he's done holding back. Heeseung captures your lips in a bruising, desperate kiss, one hand moving to cup the back of your neck, pulling you closer.
You smile into the kiss, fingers tangling in his hair as your eyes flutter shut. He kisses with passion, letting go of all the restraint he's had over the year, pouring it all into your kiss. He swipes his tongue along your bottom lip, but you don't grant him entry, smiling against his lips as he whines quietly into your mouth. You give a gentle tug on his hair, and he gasps. You take the opportunity and push your tongue into his mouth.
Heeseung moans softly, the sound muffled by your kiss. Your hands in his hair feel like fire against his scalp, and the slight tug has him groaning, his body tensing under your touch.
He tries his goddamn hardest to regain some control, but it's futile. You're taking that from him, and he's just letting you, willingly. His hands move to your hips, gripping them firmly as your tongues dance together. You pull away first, gasping for air.
Heeseung leans his forehead against yours, panting slightly. The kiss left him dizzy, his mind clouded with a mix of desire and surprise. He's staring at your kiss-swollen lips, his grip on your hips still strong, as if grounding himself to reality. His voice is low and raspy when he speaks, the sound sending tiny jolts of electricity down your spine.
"Who the hell taught you to kiss like that?"
"Doesn't matter, want you to touch me" you say quickly, fingers detangling out of his hair, now caressing his nape, moving down his neck
Heeseung's breath hitches when your fingertips glide down his neck, his skin burning under your touch. The way you're suddenly so demanding has his heart pounding, and his arms automatically tighten around your waist, pulling your bodies close together.
"Damn you," he mutters, his voice barely audible. "You're killing me here, you know that?"
He can't help the way his hands start to explore your body, roaming over your sides, your back, your hips. "You can't die before you've fucked me like you mean it, sweetheart” you say quietly, pressing kisses onto his neck.
His breath stutters at your words, direct, filthy, and completely unexpected. The way your lips press hotly against his neck makes his pulse spike, and his fingers dig into your skin instinctively.
"Jesus," he rasps, tilting his head to give you better access, already unraveling. "I-I swear you weren't like this before." His voice is wrecked, half-laughing, half-desperate. "Who are you right now?"
But he’s not complaining. Not when you bite down just below his jaw, not when your hands slide under his shirt, nails scraping lightly over his stomach.
He groans, hips jerking forward on their own.
"Fuck. Fine. Fine. You win."
And then he’s pulling you onto your back, pinning your wrists to the armrest behind your head, that cocky smirk back on his face, but his eyes are wild.
"Let’s see if you can keep talking like that when I’m done with you."
"Fucking finally, need you to touch me," you pant, eyes blown wide with hunger, lust. Heeseung seems to still at the look, he's never seen you like this, so needy but so confident.
Damn if it wasn't turning him on like crazy. He's always loved that innocent side of yours; he'd wanted to ruin you, take control, show you for the first time, or so he'd thought, what real pleasure is.
But, he'd be lying if he didn't admit he's attracted to this side of you more, the cocky, self-confident version.
He's trying to wrap his head around how you've completely changed from the innocent little girl he thought he knew into this confident, dirty-mouthed version of yourself. And God, it's driving him wild. You look so damn sexy like this, flushed and panting beneath him, waiting for him to ravish you.
Heeseung lets out a shaky breath as his gaze roams your body, taking in every detail. "Damn, you are something like this…" he mutters, licking his lips.
He leans down, his body pressing down on yours.
His weight cages you in, his body pinning you against the soft couch cushions, and the heat in his eyes nearly makes you combust. This close, you can smell the scent of his heady cologne, a hint of sweat, and his own unique scent.
"Look at you, all needy and impatient for me," he murmurs, his breath hitting your skin like a hot trail. "What happened to the innocent little thing I thought I knew?"
Heeseung's fingers continue tracing your skin, leaving trails of fire wherever they touch, a lingering brush along your neck, a gentle graze over your collarbone, a slow path down your stomach. His gaze never leaves your face, watching intently as you react to every touch, your eyes hooded, lips parted.
He leans down, his mouth hovering just above yours, teasingly close without touching. "You're sure you can handle this?" he whispers, voice low and rough. "I can get a bit… intense."
"Do you still think I like it vanilla, oppa?" you ask, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Give me your fucking worst. Everything you've been dreaming about all those times you've eye-fucked me across the room, I want you to do to me."
Heeseung's eyes darken at your words, a spark of lust flaring within them. You're demanding, cocky… and he's so damn turned on by it.
He grins, a dangerous gleam in his gaze. One hand moves to grip your jaw, tilting your face up to his. "You really think you can handle it, princess? You have no idea what I've been thinking about..."
"Why don't you show me then, sweetheart?" you ask, eyes trailing down his body, landing on the prominent bulge in his sweats.
Heeseung's breath hitches as he follows your gaze down his body, his own sweatpants now a lot more uncomfortable. The fact that you're so blatantly checking him out only adds to his arousal, and he has to force himself to stay in control.
His hand moves from your jaw, trailing slowly down your neck, pausing at the base of your throat. He applies a faint pressure, just enough to make you gasp. His head ducks down to press kisses along the column of your neck, sucking and biting marks onto the honey skin. His hand slips under the hem of your shirt, before his fingers grip the hem and yank it over your head. You gasp at the sudden action, hands coming to rest on his shoulders.
Your breasts spill out immediately due to the lack of a bra. Heeseung groans at the sight before his cold hands cup them, squeezing them appreciatively. "You're quite risky, Y/n baby, sitting out here with no bra...." he says quietly, littering kisses over the swell of your breasts, fingers flicking at your nipple as you squeak.
"Knew you'd give in eventually.....had a good feeling about today," you pant out as he wraps his lips around one of your buds, rolling the other between his fingers.
After suckling on your breasts like a toddler for a few more minutes, he pulls away, a string of spit connecting his tongue and your shiny bud. He stares at your breasts, littered sparsely with red marks you know will turn purple in a while, before biting down on one, harshly.
You yelp, slapping his bicep. "Heeseung- Are you fucking crazy?! You can't just bite me like that!"
"So the innocent girl can swear. Wanted to do that for so fucking long, I just had to," he grins, lopsided. You scowl at him, scoffing. His mouth is back on you in an instant, trailing kisses down your body, adding hickies along the way.
"Need to taste you," he whispers, more to himself than to you, fingers hooking onto the waistband of your shorts before yanking them down to pool at your ankles, cold air hitting your glistening core.
Heeseung audibly gasps at the sights, hands stilling on your thighs as he stares. "Fuck.....no panties and no bra, were you hoping for this, sweetheart?" he says with a grin, peppering kisses on your thighs as they shudder under his lips.
"Don't be a fucking tease, oppa," you snap, glaring down at him. He just smiles at you from between your legs before diving between, licking a long, fat stripe up your dripping cunt. He just dives in like he's starving, his tongue flat against you, his nose pressing into your clit, his hands gripping your thighs so hard you know there will be bruises tomorrow.
You whine, sound too loud in the quiet room. Your hands fly to his hair, tugging at the strands, pushing him deeper in. He moans, the vibration shooting straight through you.
"F-Fuck Heeseung," you moan as he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking. His tongue flattens again, licking a stripe from your entrance back to your clit, moving with impressive precision, like he knows exactly how to make you fall apart.
"Fuck, you taste so fucking good, y/n. Better than I imagined," he breathes out against your cunt, before pushing his tongue in, making your thighs tighten around his head, locking him in place.
"S-so good, oppa. K-knew you'd be good a-at this." you pant out between moans, and he groans at the implication that you've thought of this before.
"Need you to come on my face, y/n. Please, baby, I need to taste you," he babbles, doubling down on you as you feel the coil tighten in your stomach.
"You sound so pretty begging for my come," you purr, and he whines against your cunt, making you moan.
"close....so close," you say breathlessly, before the coil snaps and you come with a moan. He drinks every drop, moaning like it's the best thing he's ever tasted.
When you finally stop shuddering, he pulls back just enough to look up at you. His face is wrecked, his chin and nose are wet, his cheeks smeared with your slick, eyes blown so wide, and his chest heaving.
"Lee Heeseung, if you do not fuck me into next week within the next two minutes, I will scream," you say, now impatient.
He simply chuckles as he rises back up, planting a kiss to the corner of your mouth, "How did I never know you could talk like this? Such a filthy mouth. Felt better when you were moaning my name,"
You glare at him before rolling your eyes as he tugs down his sweats and boxers, his hard length springing out and resting against his stomach. Like the rest of him, his cock is the prettiest, now an angry shade of red at the tip, pre-cum beading at the slit that makes you want to lick it off.
You stalk over to where he's kneeling on the couch, running a finger down the length as he shudders. "So pretty.....just like you," you murmur, looking up at him through your lashes to see his flushed face. You lean forward to kitten-licking at the tip, tasting his pre-cum as he groans above you.
"Need you inside me. Now," you snap at him, lying back down on the couch as he positions himself between your legs, guiding his tip to slide through your folds, collecting the mixture of your cum and slick to coat his length.
"So fucking demanding..." he says before pushing in. You gasp at the initial stretch as he pushes in, inch by inch. When he finally bottoms out, you feel filled to the brim, like you're being split open in the best way possible.
"Y-You're so big, g-god," you groan as he thrusts into you slowly. His eyes are trained on the way his cock slides in and out of you, too focused on the feeling of your tight, warm walls wrapped around him.
"F-faster, come on," you urge him, and he snaps, growling in your ear, "You want it faster, y/n? Then fucking take it, princess."
His hips snap into you at an insane pace, cock hitting that perfect spot that makes you see stars. The only sounds that fill the room are of skin slapping on skin, your high-pitched moans mingling with his lower tone.
His pace never falters, hitting that perfect spot with every single thrust, making your back arch. He bends down to take your tits into his mouth again, "So fucking perfect for me, princess. T-taking me so well," he groans out against your skin, his grip on your waist nearly bruising.
"Pussy was fucking made to take me," he says, landing a sharp hit on your clit, making you cry out. "Oh, you like that, princess? Such a little freak, aren't you?"
You nod along, incoherent repetitions of his name and 'so good' 'you fuck me so well'. You feel the coil tighten in your stomach once again, eyes rolling back as your walls flutter around him. "C-Close oppa.....so f-fucking close."
"Me too, baby. Go ahead and come for me, princess. Let me see how you fall apart for me," he says, voice breaking, showing he's just as gone as you are.
A few precise thrusts later, you're coming all over his cock with a scream, clenching around him so tightly that he comes seconds later, spilling into you. You feel warmth spread inside as you come down from the high.
He's still thrusting into you shallowly, before pulling out completely, watching his release drip out of your entrance like he's in a trance. You see his cock twitch again, hardening again, like he hadn't just come five minutes ago.
And then, he's leaning over you again, signature grin plastered on his face as he lines up his tip with your entrance. "We've got all night, think you can give me one more princess?"
you were sprawled across the couch scrolling on your phone when anton walked in, tall frame filling the doorway. he had that soft tired smile after practice, hair still damp. you did not even look up.
“you are late again,” you snapped, voice sharp even though your stupid heart was already racing. “i do not even care. go away.”
anton just chuckled quietly and crossed the room in three long steps. “hi baby. missed you too.”
you tried to scoot away when he reached for you, arms crossed tight, lips in a big pout. “do not touch me! i am still mad at you for making me wait like some loser. i hate you—”
but the second his big warm hand landed on your ankle you broke. a pathetic little whimper slipped out before you could stop it. your whole body melted like ice cream in the sun, shoulders dropping, legs going weak. anton noticed immediately, that knowing little smile spreading across his face as he wrapped his long fingers around your calf and gently pulled you toward him.
“aww… there she is,” he murmured, voice so soft and fond. “my tough bratty girl turns into this pathetic little thing the second i touch her.”
“shut up,” you whined, but it came out all breathy and weak. you were already crawling into his lap like you could not help it, hiding your burning face in his chest. “i am not pathetic… i am still mad—”
anton slid one large hand up under your oversized shirt and cupped your breast, thumb brushing your nipple in slow circles. you instantly let out a broken sob, thighs squeezing together as you clutched his shirt like it was your lifeline.
“please…” you mumbled pathetically against his neck, voice already cracking. “do not tease me… i cannot take it when you touch me like that… i get so wet so fast and it is embarrassing…”
he laughed gently and pinched your nipple lightly, rolling it between his fingers until you were squirming and gasping. “look at you. acting like such a brat two seconds ago and now you are shaking and begging. my poor needy baby.”
you nodded frantically, tears already pricking your eyes. “i am needy… i am so needy for you, anton. i missed you so bad all day and pretended i did not but i did… please touch me more. i will be good. i will be your best girl, i promise—”
he flipped you around so you were straddling his lap and you immediately started grinding against the hard bulge in his sweatpants like a desperate little thing, hips rolling messily while you whimpered. anton kissed you slow and deep, tongue sliding against yours while one hand tangled in your hair and the other gripped your ass, guiding your pathetic little movements.
you pulled back just to whine again, lips trembling. “i need you inside me… i feel so empty without you… my pussy keeps clenching around nothing and it hurts… please anton, please fill me up—”
“shhh, i know baby,” he cooed, lifting you effortlessly and carrying you to the bedroom. he laid you down and peeled your clothes off slowly, kissing and licking every inch of skin he revealed. when he finally spread your legs and saw how soaked you were, he groaned softly. “so messy already. my pathetic girl made such a wet spot just from a few touches.”
he pushed two long fingers inside you first, curling them perfectly against that spot that made you see stars. you cried out and grabbed his wrist, hips bucking desperately. “more… please give me more… your fingers feel so good but i need your cock… i need to be stretched and full—”
anton added a third finger, scissoring them while his thumb rubbed tight circles on your clit. you came hard with a sob, thighs shaking around his hand, but he did not stop. he kept fingering you through it until you were twitching and overstimulated, tears streaming down your cheeks.
only then did he pull his fingers out and replace them with his cock, sliding in inch by thick inch. the stretch was so intense you arched off the bed with a loud whimper. “so big… you are splitting me open… thank you thank you— i love how full you make me feel…”
he started fucking you in deep, rolling thrusts, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other held your hip. every time he bottomed out you let out the most embarrassing little squeaks, eyes rolling back.
“that is it,” he praised, voice husky. “listen to those pathetic sounds you are making for me. my bratty girl turns into the sweetest, neediest slut once i am inside her.”
you nodded frantically, crying and babbling. “i am your slut… your pathetic needy slut… i act mean but all i want is to be fucked stupid by you… please harder, anton— spank me, pull my hair, anything—”
he let go of your wrists and flipped you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so you were face down ass up. he slapped your ass hard, the sting making you clench around him, then slammed back in even deeper. one hand fisted your hair, pulling your head back while he fucked you faster, the wet sounds of skin slapping and your soaked pussy filling the room.
“you are squeezing me so tight,” he groaned, reaching around to rub your clit again. “gonna cum again for me, baby? let me feel how pathetic you get when you fall apart on my cock.”
you came a second time with a broken scream, walls fluttering wildly around him, drooling onto the sheets. anton kept pounding into you through it, chasing his own release until he finally buried himself deep and spilled inside you with a low moan, filling you up until it leaked down your thighs.
afterwards he stayed inside you, rolling onto his side and pulling your smaller body against his chest. you nuzzled into his neck like a clingy kitten, still sniffling and trembling, pressing tiny kisses all over his skin while whispering how much you needed him.
“i was not that bratty…” you mumbled, voice all small and hoarse.
anton laughed quietly, big hand stroking your back. “you were the brattiest. but you are also the cutest when you get all pathetic and desperate like this. i love every version of you.”
you whimpered happily and clung tighter, completely melted and satisfied in his arms, already dreading the next time you would try (and fail) to act tough again.
anton brought home the wrong strawberry milk again. the regular kind instead of the one with the cute pink cap you like. now you’re sprawled dramatically across the couch like the world is ending, arms crossed, refusing to look at him.
he walks in from the kitchen, still in his oversized black hoodie, looking unfairly soft and tall. “baby… i’m really sorry. the store only had this one left. i can run back out if you—”
“no,” you snap, cutting him off with a dramatic huff. “it’s fiiine. i’ll just suffer in silence like a tragic little peasant.”
anton doesn’t sigh. he doesn’t roll his eyes or get annoyed. he just crouches down in front of the couch so he’s eye-level with you, that gentle understanding smile on his face.
“you’re being a tiny bit bratty tonight, hm?”
your heart does a flip but you double down harder. “maybe i am. what are you gonna do about it, lee anton? ground me?”
he chuckles softly, the sound warm and low. “nope. i can just sit here with you until you feel like being my sweet girl again.” he reaches out and gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “or you can tell me what’s really bothering you instead of pouting over milk.”
you turn your face into the pillow and mumble, “you’re annoying when you’re all calm and nice. it’s suspicious.”
“am i?” he hums, standing up only to sit on the edge of the couch and pull your legs into his lap. his big hands start rubbing slow circles on your calves, thumbs pressing just right. “tell me, pretty. i’m listening.”
the gentle massage feels too good. your bratty armor is already cracking. you kick your foot lightly against his thigh. “stop being sweet. i’m trying to be mad at you.”
“i know,” he says patiently, hands sliding higher under the hem of your shorts, massaging your thighs now. “but you’re so cute when you’re bratty. makes me want to remind you how much i love taking care of you.”
you huff again, but it comes out weaker. “you’re not allowed to be this nice when i’m mad.”
anton leans down and presses a soft kiss to your knee, then another higher up your thigh. “why not? i like my girl even when she’s acting up.”
the kisses keep going. slow, warm, open-mouthed against your inner thigh. your resolve is crumbling fast.
“stop it,” you whine, but your legs are already parting a little. “i’m still mad.”
“are you?” he murmurs, voice dropping just a fraction as he pushes your shorts aside. his breath ghosts over your panties. “because you’re getting wet, baby.”
you try to close your legs but he gently holds them open with those big hands. “anton—”
“shhh. let daddy take care of his bratty girl.”
he tugs your shorts and panties down in one smooth motion, then dives in. tongue licking slow stripes through your folds before sucking gently on your clit. you moan loudly, hands flying to his hair.
he eats you out like he has all the time in the world. patient, thorough, humming softly every time you twitch. every time you try to act tough again he slows down until you’re whimpering and begging.
“please… i’m sorry for being bratty…”
“i know you are,” he whispers against your pussy, two long fingers sliding inside you and curling perfectly. “but you still need to learn to use your words instead of pouting.”
he fingers you slow and deep while his mouth works your clit, building you right to the edge… then stops.
you whine pathetically. “anton—!”
he sits up, wiping his shiny lips, eyes dark but still so gentle. “you wanna come, baby?”
you nod frantically, all bratty energy gone.
“then ask nicely.”
“…please let me come, daddy.”
he smiles, that soft victorious smile, and pulls you into his lap so you’re straddling him. he frees his cock. thick, hard and guides you down slowly, letting you feel every inch stretch you open.
“that’s my good girl,” he praises as you sink all the way down. “so small and tight on me… look how well you take daddy.”
he doesn’t let you move at first. just holds your hips still while he kisses you deep and slow, whispering against your lips.
“no more pouting over silly things, okay? if something’s wrong, you tell me. daddy’s here to fix it.”
you nod, already grinding down desperately. “yes— i’m sorry— please—”
only then does he let you ride him. big hands guiding your hips, thrusting up to meet you, hitting so deep you see stars. one hand sneaks up to squeeze your breast, thumb brushing your nipple while the other delivers one light spank to your ass when you start getting sloppy.
“slow down, baby. let daddy do the work.”
he flips you onto your back without pulling out, fucking you with those deep, steady rolls that make the bed creak. every thrust presses his body against yours, reminding you how much bigger he is.
you come hard. shaking, crying out his name, nails digging into his shoulders. anton follows right after, burying himself deep and filling you up with a low groan.
afterwards he collapses half on top of you, pressing soft kisses all over your face while you’re still panting.
“still mad about the strawberry milk?” he teases quietly, nuzzling your neck.
you bury your burning face in his chest, voice tiny and shy now. “no… you win. i’m sorry for being a huge brat.”
anton chuckles, hugging you tighter, still buried inside you. “i always win when you’re my good girl again. next time just tell me you’re feeling little and needy instead of throwing a tantrum, okay?”
you nod sleepily, already melting completely.
“yes, daddy.”
he smiles against your hair, stroking your back with those big gentle hands.
note/s: bub saw it first :p and this is for 300 billion friends. another doja cat’s song inspired, heh. ❚❚ freak
jake is surrounded with girls calling him cute and your eyes twitched when you saw how jake’s cheeks become flush from the plentiful and overwhelming compliments like you were never there, like you don’t exist.
so when he is finally left alone, you dragged him at the backyard where people might be there but you couldn’t care less. he needs to know his place.
“you love being a good pup, yeah? blushing around those girls.” you tutted, squeezing his cheeks that’s now stained with his tears. “do they know how much of a good pet you are for me? they don’t have any idea you’re a fucking whore, baby.”
“mhm… yes, i’m such a whore for you, mommy.” he whined, biting his lips to muffle his sobs. his cock hardening because he loves when you get mad at him, you look so hot like this. brows knitted from frustration and degrading him. you grip the base of his shaft, and you could feel him pulsing in your palm like he wants a release.
you twist your hand around his thick length, he lets out a needy noise while his hands are tied with his shirt behind his back as he bucked up his hips due to your soft hands that is wrapped around him so tightly to get some relief on his aching meat—he wants to cum so badly.
“you’re not going to cum yet, baby. come on, stand up and fuck me like you mean it.” you untied his hands and jake surprised you when he carried you—legs dangling in his shoulders. your cunt throbbed at that. “you need to be quiet, mommy. you don’t want them to see you getting fucked by your pet, hm?”
jake started with a slow, deliberate thrust before his pace accelerated. ramming his cock like there’s no tomorrow, and the sound of skin slapping echoes off around the area while you tried to silence your cries, even placing a hand in your mouth to cover the noise that people nearby might hear.
“am i doing such a good job, mommy?” he nuzzled his face in your neck, leaving wet kisses and hickeys. “y—yes, fuck. so good, you’re doing good, jakey.”
he instinctively bit your jaw from the praise.
jaeyun felt you clamping your sopping pussy, a whimper slips out of his mouth because of how impossibly you grew tighter, as he rocked your hips, back and forth with his prominent hand veins clutching your bottom. the same rhythm of him jamming his pudgy cock in you. you’re so gone, your head lolled back and your mouth gaped open with a strangled noise escaping your mouth like you’re choking on them.
“ngh… mommy. i am almost there. please, let me cum.” your legs quivered frantically as he keep on throbbing inside you. “you can come, my good boy. cum inside me.” he lets out a sharp-wailing cry, and a warm spurts of his come flows deep in you.
you came after him still moving against him like a desperate slut as you can’t get enough of his girthy cock that keep on twitching inside you. the both of you weren’t aware that everyone’s been watching you fucked each other like dogs in heat.
“live porn? i’m so down.”
for reference (2): “you’re so cute”, “you’re so crazy” JAKE STAND UP. I BEG YOU. PLZ THIS IS SO FUNNY LMFAO.
thinking about nerd jake who was supposed to be tutoring you but instead is an adorable whimpering mess as you bounce on his long veiny cock like a bunny, his nails digging so harshly into your plush ass it’ll be sure to carve crescents into the skin.
you’ve nearly drained the poor pup dry as your thighs stick to his from both of your prior orgasms. an insane amount of thick gooey cum stretching between your conjoined bodies like glue.
loose sheets of paper scatter and lay forgotten across the desk as his deflated balls squish against the chair he’s currently pinned to. your sweet cunt swallows his length hungrily, puffy lips spreading wide open around his girth and kissing the base of cock each time you slam onto his pelvis.
jake is flushed a bright pink from the neck up and his thick framed glasses are fogged up, occasionally knocking against your forehead before you pull away from his mouth. his face desperately chasing yours as a delicate thread of saliva connects from his swollen lips to your own.
“nghh— yn please. . . ha-aah— slow d-down,” he whines pathetically, wriggling uncontrollably beneath you as you bury his overstimulated dick to the hilt. your innocently decorated bedroom filling with lewd sounds of skin slapping each time you drive his needy cock home.
plap. plap. plap.
“j-jakey can’t— oh gosh! you feel soo good, ‘shoulda told me that your cock was this huge!” you slur, borderline pornographic moans filling the space as you fuck yourself drunk on his slippery length, fingers lacing through the back of his dark fluffy locks.
you can feel each protruding vein on his shaft drag against your velvety walls, clamping down on him as his mushroom tip spears the spongey patch hidden deep within your love tunnel. he should thank you really, you’re being the perfect little cocksleeve for him.
“ohmygodohmygod, oh no— yn, i think i-im gonna—,” he squirms, fingers twitching against your sides as he lets out the sluttiest moan you’ve ever heard. his eyes roll back into his head as you feel his cock head engorge, shaft convulsing as it spurts hot ropes of milk within your gummy canal.
your cunt flutters around him, clenching down hard as warm fluid gushes out and around his spasming cock, your hips relentless in grinding and rocking in small circles, ensuring that you’ve received all of the semen that he’s currently pumping deep into your womb.
you finish stiring your shared creampie around, mixing until a frothy ring forms at the stump of his shaft and drips down his thighs. finally lifting up off of the spent boy, his shining cock slips out with a wet pop and falls limp into his lap.
“told ya i didn’t need help with the reproductive system.”
