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─────────୨ৎ────────── thinking about jay mindlessly playing with your pussy while he’s watching formula 1. he doesn’t even glance at you but he doesn’t need to cause he has you squirming anyways. you didn’t even ask him. he just wanted to touch you. actually kinda cute how he cares enough to pleasure you while the race is happening cause tbh not alot can take that man’s attention away from his precious f1. you’d be clinging to his arm and your face would be buried against his shoulder. so wet his finger literally slips off your throbbing clit sometimes (fuck fuck fuck) he’d accidentally deny your orgasm cause something happened during the race and he threw his hands up in frustration. he’d look back at you and mumble a quick sorry after hearing you whine. wasting no time attaching his fingers to your pussy again, even pushing a finger (or two) inside your soaking hole as an apology :3
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⌗ editors note: this isn’t even for you guys this is strictly for me. literally nothing i want more in this world than to be in the same room as jay as he watches f1. that alone would be enough
when you catch of glimpse of your best friend’s doppelgänger on the street one day, you think that you are surely mistaken about it. that is, until you’re pulled down under to the belly of the beast where things no longer make sense and your mind shifts between the jake that you know, and his counterpart you’ve never met.
( 𝓷 )。 HAPPY JAKE DAY!!! ヽ(╯▽╰)ﾉ ♡♡♡ hehe thank you to @missoxy for this idea!! as you can see it’s wayyy longer than a thought lmao,, but i hope that i did your idea justice!! this inspired a bit by the movies us & what happened to monday!! eee enjoy!! ♡
You knew that similar looking people weren't an unnatural phenomenon, but you’d never really thought that you’d see it happening in action. Especially since Pars Una-Twins were outlawed a long, long time ago. You could see him so clearly—standing still between the bustling city crowd that moved around him like he wasn’t even there—as his brown eyes caught the sunlight and he gave you a wink.
Before you could ensure you weren’t losing your mind, turning to Jake for confirmation, his doppelgänger slipped into the crowd unnoticed by him. Your heartrate picked up as a sinking feeling sat low in the pit of your stomach and your mouth ran dry. You wrapped your arm around Jake’s holding onto him tightly as you tried not to shake.
Jake smiled down at you, probably some joke on his lips about you needing help crossing the busy road, but when he saw your horrified look he pulled you off to the side and away from the people of the city to ask you what was wrong. You could barely form the words to tell him.
“I-I…” you trailed off. You looked around once again. Everything seemed normal and nobody had the same reaction that you did. You then started to think that maybe you had imagined it all—that your lack of sleep recently had finally caught up with you. You caught Jake’s worried gaze again, swallowing thickly, and shook your head. “N-Nothing. It’s nothing. I don’t know, I guess this weird feeling just suddenly overcame me. But, it’s okay. I’m fine now.”
You licked your lips and Jake’s gaze fell to the slow motion of your tongue before raising to meet yours again. You gave a weak and a honestly not convincing smile. Jake’s brows were furrowed as he gave you a once over. You were nearly hunched into yourself and you still clung to him hopelessly, your knuckles almost white from how hard your fingers dug into his arm. “It’s probably the exhaustion,” you quickly added, smiling bigger and chuckling nervously. “You know I haven’t been sleeping well lately.”
“Okay,” Jake spoke carefully, deciding to believe your clear lie. “Let's get you home. I’ll make you some tea to help you feel tired.”
That night, you couldn’t stop thinking about what you saw—couldn’t stop thinking about if Jake knew. The more you thought about it, the more you thought about how there was no way that Jake didn’t know, right? But, a little thought in the very back of your mind kept getting louder and louder with each passing thought. What if Jake was clueless to it all?
You were too frazzled and shocked to really get a clear look at his doppelgänger outside of the two of them looking completely identical. An even more horrifying thought rose to the surface. If Jake’s doppelgänger knew that you existed—was taunting you in the lively streets—that meant he knew that Jake existed too. Which ultimately meant that this doppelgänger of Jake’s was dangerous.
Looking to your side, you watched as Jake, your best friend since childhood, slept soundly and hogged all of your blankets in the process. In that moment you knew he had to be unaware of everything. Surely, he would tell you if he had a Pars Una-Twin, right? You were his best friend, after all. You tried to calm your racing mind as you turned to him and watched him sleep more. A small smile grew on your lips as you observed the steady rise and fall of his chest. His messy chestnut hair was pushed out of his face and you restrained yourself from running your fingers through the soft strands. In his sleep, Jake turned to you and your smile grew more. It reminded you of when the two of you were kids and you would get nightmares. Jake would always lay next to you and told you he would fight off all the monsters while you slept. It always helped you sleep easier.
You snuggled into his side, your breath fanning softly on the side of his neck where you felt his heartbeat, and finally let your eyes close. Jake was warm and secure. He helped anchor you and, even in his sleep, made sure you didn’t stray too far from him.
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The loud music thrashed through you the closer you and Jake got to the house where the party was being thrown. You could see the energy buzzing throughout him and the way his stare ahead was full of excitement. You laughed, Jake turned to you, that same bright smile on his face. “I’ve never seen you this excited for a costume party before,” you say, nudging him a little.
“It’s not just any costume party,” Jake replied a bit cryptically, looking briefly at the house that was drawing nearer. He looked back to you and there was a sparkle in his eye, something dark in the corners of his smile. It reminded you of the other day, the day you tried to forget that you saw his doppelgänger in the street. Your smile faltered the slightest bit, but Jake didn’t seem to notice as he turned back to the house, the two of you finally walking past the threshold. Over the music, Jake shouted as he leaned in close to you, “It’s going to be a night neither of us will forget!”
Jake took your hand and pulled you further into the house. You had to push past people who were somehow already wasted drunkenly dancing throughout the room. Jake had pulled you near where the couch was in the living room. “Wait here,” he says, already half-turned to where the kitchen resided. “I’m gonna get us some drinks.”
You watched as he stalked off in his vampire costume, his brown hair slicked back and his cape trailing behind him beneath the tall collar at his neck. The two of you had matching costumes—at least, in a way. Jake was dressed as Count Dracula and you were dressed as one of his helpless victims, a fledgling, torn between the living and the dead. Jake had made sure you both were covered in a nice splattering of fake blood and that it poured from his mouth and the vampire bite at your neck. “The costumes will be fun!” Jake had insisted as the two of you got ready. But now, you were just slightly annoyed at the stickiness of it all.
Sighing, you turned towards the occupied couches and wished you could sit. Instead, you leaned against one of the mostly empty tables as you waited for Jake to return with your drinks. Ever since that day on the street, Jake has been acting strange. He was always giddy about something, but every time you asked him why he was so excited he just told you that it was nothing. Or he would just tell you that it was a good day that day. You really had no reason to not believe him, but the paranoia making your heart race and your mind run off the rails refused to be swallowed down. You could just feel that something was suddenly off. You felt like a small animal unknowingly walking into the predator’s trap with no clue that they were waiting for you just a few feet away, ready to pounce. The air around you and Jake had shifted—stilled. Like it was holding its breath at a swift action you’d never be able to anticipate.
It all just made your heart hammer against your ribcage harder until you could hear the echo of your own fear reverberating throughout your whole body.
Your anxiety picked up and you rubbed up your arm nervously. Then suddenly, there was a red solo cup in front of your face. You exhaled shakily and tried to steady your rapid breathing as you looked up to Jake. He had that same smile on his face that he left with as he held the cup out to you more, but this time the dark corners creeped further in. Or, at least, it looked like it did. You honestly weren’t too sure anymore. At first, you leaned away from the alcohol. You didn’t think that it would help your state of mind. But, as you thought about it more, maybe it was exactly what you needed right now.
Taking the cup from Jake’s hand, you downed half of it all in one go. Immediately, your face screwed up, but you forced yourself to swallow it all down. Over the blaring music, you heard Jake’s surprised laughter. “Woah, slow down!” he laughed more. “It’s the strong stuff. You’re not supposed to drink that much of it at once.”
Jake moved next to you and leaned on the table with you. He sipped leisurely at his drink as he looked around at the party. The corners of his mouth were still the slightest bit raised that it almost seemed unnatural. It felt like your brain was superimposing the smile on his mouth. Maybe you were actually going crazy, but the more you stared at him as the alcohol settled, the more you noticed there was something different about Jake from when you last saw him a few moments ago. Something off. You just couldn’t put your finger on it, though.
Your brows furrowed as you swallowed the saliva pooling in your mouth. “Jake,” you started, uneasily. He turned to you, his brows raising as his lips paused at the rim of his cup. “I think there’s something very wrong… I think I’m losing my mind.” Jake’s eyes widened and his own brows drew together. He lowered his cup and asked you what you meant. You started blurting everything out anxiously and your words began to slur together as you got hit full-force with the alcohol that by the end even you didn’t know what you were saying. “Why do you seem different?!” you slurred anxiously.
You fell into Jake and he wrapped his arms around you and held you steady. Instantly, you regretted it. Instead of the warmth you were used to with his touch, when his fingers grazed along your arms they were ice-cold. You shivered, but you buried yourself deeper into Jake’s chest anyway as you clung to any fleeting heat you could pull from him. It didn’t help bring you any comfort.
Jake pulled back to look at you. “Here,” he says as he holds his cup up to your lips, “drink this. You really seem like you need it and at the very least it’ll help you fall asleep. I’ll take you upstairs to one of the rooms and watch over you.”
Hesitantly, you tilt the cup up and let the contents pour down your throat. The entire time, Jake watches you. His lips are in-between his teeth and you can see the small dots of real blood forming from where he bites down into the skin with his fake vampire fangs. Jake’s eyes travel down to your throat and he watches it bob as you swallow more and more of the alcohol until the cup he still holds on to is empty.
Slowly, uncannily, the smile lingering at the corners of his lips spreads across his mouth. You nearly flinch at it and you pull away from Jake’s embrace as the adrenaline rushes through you.
Jake stands with you, abandoning your cup for some poor fool to drink in your stead, and pulls you back into his body to help you stand. You try to push away from him, slurring greatly about something that doesn’t reach your own ears, but to no satisfaction. Jake takes it as you stumbling, so he leans you onto him more and he guides you to the stairs through the crowd of drunk bodies. You hear his voice float down to you, saying, “You said it wasn’t going to set in that quickly!” But, when you looked up at him hazily mid-sentence, Jake’s lips didn’t move at all.
Your eyes closed briefly and when you opened them again you were in an empty room laying on a bed with Jake sitting next to you. He looked down at you, that same uncanny smile there, as the tips of his fingers brushed across your cheek. In its wake, it left a chill trail. One of his gloves sat on the bedside table and next to it there was a lamp on that casted the large bedroom in an orange haze. With the light, you could see the small differences in Jake’s appearance.
Instead of the warm brown hair of Jake’s that you were used to, his hair seemed to glow lighter in the lamplight. A cool blonde shade that looked unnatural with how warm everything in the room felt. It was the same with the color of his eyes. They were a cool shade of brown that felt cold, calculating. As they blanketed over you, it felt like he had your every potential move mapped out. That he tucked every possible outcome away in a corner of his mind, ready for him to pull out at will. There was that same giddiness that Jake possessed earlier that week, so it made you think that maybe the drunkenness was making you see him differently. When Jake’s eyes raised back up to meet yours, his cold thumb stopping at your chin just below your bottom lip, you knew that you weren’t imagining anything.
“It’s… I-It’s you…” you slurred, trying to keep your eyes open. The smile on Jake’s face grew, lighting up his pretty, chilled features. You knew that he knew what you were referring to. “W-Where… Where’s J-Jake?” you pushed out, the fear causing your heart to sink.
Jake laughed, “I’m right here.” He posed it as a question and it confused you more. “I’ve always been right here.”
“D…” you trailed off, your body feeling heavy. It felt like your body shut down out of fear, cutting off your voice to keep you safe. Your eyes closed more, and just before you drifted off fully the door to the room opened. Blearily, you saw someone in the same exact vampire costume Jake was wearing step in. “J-J…” you tried again, but there was no point. Before you could even pull Jake’s name from your mouth you were fast asleep.
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You weren’t sure how long you had slept for, but when you opened your eyes again, Jake’s name was still on your tongue—clearer this time. You shot up, the fear delayed but swiftly catching up to you, as you dizzily looked around the room. The bedroom was still bathed in warm hues, but the air no longer felt as still as it once had. Alcohol still lingered in your system and made your body feel heavier and your vision blurry, but when felt a warm hand brush down your shoulder you breathed out a sigh of relief. Jake’s face came into view, a slight grin tugging the corner of his lips up, and you gave him a once over. When your eyes caught on his familiar chestnut-brown hair, you smiled back at him and threw yourself into his arms.
Laughing, Jake’s voice came out muffled, “I’m gonna assume that you felt better?” You nodded, pulling away a little, not realizing that you were in his lap now. Jake had taken off the cape that was connected to his costume and the fake vampire fangs, which led you to believe that you had been asleep for a while, along with the gloves that he wore. His long hair had fallen from its slicked style and strands of it now fell into his eyes and framed his face. All that he had left on from his eccentric costume was the deep red suit jacket, the deeper satin tie, and the black button-up and pants. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and some of the fake blood that had messily fallen from his mouth earlier was smeared on his forearm, making the veins that ran down them like streams more prominent.
Your face was just mere inches away from Jake’s face, and he dragged his sweltering hands down your arms until they rested at your waist just above your hips. Your breathing hitched, and the corner of Jake’s lips rose just a fraction more. Half of his face was basked in darkness, but his eyes shined. The darkness bled back into his smile, and you shifted in his lap diffidently, grasping at the position the two of you were in. You looked away from his eyes and in your peripheral vision you could see Jake tilt his head at you.
The light from the room dimmed and bit by bit the warmth started to get sucked out of it. You chuckled nervously, “Y-Yeah… I don’t—I didn’t really know what was happening d—” When you looked back up at Jake, all the words caught in your throat. His eyes were black, despite the singular shine in them, and it sent a chill down your spine. Jake’s face was warm, but you still got that uncanny feeling you had earlier when you were face to face with his doppelgänger. Your eyes widened ever so slightly as your words hung in-between the two of you in the air. You tried to get off Jake’s lap, but his hands snaked from your waist to your lower back and held you in place. His smile was equal parts off-putting and honeyed. You couldn’t tell if what your body was picking up was real or if it was an eerie figment of your imagination.
Jake urged you on, moving his face closer to yours as his eyes focused on your lips. You felt his breathing fan across your skin and his warm hands felt unbearably hot, like he was boiling the alcohol inside of you. One of his hands rose to the back of your neck and you exhaled hard as your chest pressed into his and your lips nearly brushed against his lips. Jake could’ve easily closed the distance if he really wanted to, you haven’t tried to pull away from his quiet and aberrant seduction, but he didn’t. He was testing the waters with you, letting you take the first dip into potentially infested oceans before he followed after you. Jake leaned forward the slightest bit until his lips were a hair away from yours and smirked before leaning back from you completely and resting against the headboard. His hands dropped to your hips, and when you shifted again you felt his need underneath you.
“You don’t?” Jake asked lowly, his voice hushed and sultry. There was a lilt in his voice that told you he didn’t believe you and the fake, dried blood covering his mouth and chin made you want to spill all your secrets in fear of being eaten next. You both knew that, at least in some way, you did know. That there was no denying the other version of him that you saw and came in contact with. A barely audible but soft, pleasing moan twirled around his voice as you uneasily adjusted yourself on his body again. “Take a guess. What do you think is happening?”
Jake's fingers had dug into the plush skin around your hips and his eyes fluttered closed for a moment before he opened them to look at you, half of his face still shadowed. Your fingers trailed down the suit jacket and lingered at the buttons. “I think…” you trailed, voice lower than a whisper. You shakily undid one of the buttons of Jake’s costume, fear and adrenaline flooding every part of your body. You think that you wanted the world to stop spinning, and that the only way you knew how to do that was to anchor yourself more to Jake.
You undid the rest of the buttons in timorous silence, your hands shaking more the further you went down. Jake didn’t watch your hands work. Instead, he watched your face and the flurry of emotions that passed across it. But, judging by his growing erection pressing against the thin fabric of your panties, you knew that he wasn’t unaffected. “I-I think,” you continued, trying your best for your words not to slur together and failing. Your words hung in the air again as you smoothed over the black fabric of Jake’s button-up now that it was free of the suit jacket. Jake tensed underneath your touch. Your fingers brushed against the satin tie and your gaze raised towards it.
Leaning towards him, you hooked your fingers underneath the knot keeping the tie around his neck. You tugged hard at it and it began to unravel. It felt like you were pulling at the last rope keeping you together, but you watched that unravel eagerly too. You met Jake’s stare as you pulled the tie from around his neck. “I think I want to stop watching the shadows creep in and everything melt together. I think I want to stop thinking.” You swallowed thickly as you settled gingerly into your fear. At the moment, none of it mattered. The dim filter over everything no longer existed.
You drew into Jake closer, hesitating just a breath away, before you softly pressed your lips to his.
Like a flame to gasoline, Jake ignited. He greedily swallowed your kiss and demanded more from you, and you happily gave him everything. Jake pushed off the headboard towards you, his lips still moving in sync with yours, and in the same motion roughly pulled off the suit jacket. The tie that was still in your hand slipped from your fingertips and was lost somewhere on the bed. The kiss was only broken for mere seconds when your ripped shirt covered in fake blood was being pulled over your head.
Jake pushed you down onto the bed as his lips latched onto yours once more. His hands moved along your thighs until they roughly hiked up the fabric of your skirt for being in his way. You gasped at the sudden cold air on your newly exposed skin. When has the room gotten so chilly? You could barely feel it with Jake’s body on yours.
He moaned into your mouth as his fingers dipped into the wetness forming a darkened patch on your panties. Jake’s touch was gentle, but you could feel the need in the way he held himself back. You didn’t know why he was waiting, this is what you wanted.
You felt his dark smile against your lips as he kissed you and it made you shiver. Arousal poured out from you and coated Jake’s warm fingertips and the entire party downstairs disappeared. It was just your breaths mixing with Jake’s and the thumping of your heart as your fear mixed nicely with desire. You pulled at the hem of Jake’s pants and he finally unbuttoned them with nimble fingers.
Jake groaned, his lips breaking away from yours as he pumped his hard cock a few times. Your back arched off the bed and Jake’s face focused in your sight as he dragged his cockhead through the wetness coating your panties. “I want to hear it still,” Jake says against your lips, teasing you by trying to push himself inside of you only to get blocked by the barrier of fabric. He let out a laugh coated in honey. “I want to hear what your guess is. Tell me.”
He moved down to your neck, his lips pressing feather-light kisses to the skin there as he continued to tease you. You rutted your hips up towards his, but he pushed your knees to your chest and halted you, laughing more at the pleading moans that dripped from your lips. Jake’s lips feathered over the fake vampire bite right at the crook of your neck and a bolt of fear strikes through you again. Even though you knew the bite was fake, your brain couldn’t decipher that at the moment. It was awaiting the touch of Jake’s teeth at the sensitive skin there, waiting for his fangs to dive deep into the tenderness and for your warm blood to pool out around his mouth. When he instead pressed a kiss there, it made your brain short-circuit and release a hearty burst of fear paired with more arousal that smeared across your folds and dampened even more of your panties.
You clenched down around nothing with each teasing thrust Jake taunted you with, and your back arched a little more at the way he followed his cruel actions up by spreading your arousal along his length as he nudged at your throbbing clit. Another moan was pulled from you, and Jake tsked lightly. “Not what I asked for, baby.”
Your breathing came out haggard and terrified. A part of you didn’t want to admit what you saw out of the fear that surrounded you like a pack of wolves, but another part of you—one more incessant—craved the pleasure that Jake was offering if only you spoke your truth out loud.
“It was y-you!” you breathed out through a frustrated whine. Jake unhooked your bra and his free hand molded your flesh beneath it. His thumb ran back and forth in a circle over your perked nipple as he hummed against your skin. You pulled at his button-up and some of the buttons loosened from the hold they were in, exposing Jake’s chest. “But it wasn’t you.”
Satisfied, Jake pulled your panties to the side with such need that you heard the seams ripping apart. He didn’t care, and soon neither did you as Jake finally pushed himself into your warm entrance. Jake didn’t bother to go slow. He needed to feel you all around him and he couldn’t bear to drag out the moment any longer and wait. “Wasn’t it?” Jake asks you in that familiar low and sultry voice, the words pouring from his mouth like honey.
Your mind was buzzing at all of these mind games, compartmentalizing things into the wrong sections and heightening your desire. You tightened around him and Jake moaned loudly into your neck, his big hands at your breasts. “Your doppelgänger,” you moan, your brain muddy with the way he fits so good inside of you. “Your Pars Una-Twin. You.”
Jake just laughs before he thrusts into you. You gasp at your body pushing towards the headboard and bite down hard on your bottom lip to keep the loud moan buried within your throat. You hear Jake tsk again before he’s firmly grabbing your chin and parting your lips. He takes your bottom lip with his thumb and pulls it down. Slowly, Jake drags his cock out of you and elicits a moan from your mouth. You watch as his dark eyes light up and the corners of his lips raise. He fucks back into you hard and your your fearful expression twists into one of pleasure. Jake pushes his thumb into your mouth, grinning at the vibration of your moan that travels down his arm as he fucks into you again.
With his other hand, Jake trails the tips of his fingers down between your breasts and to your lower stomach. There, he pushes down and beneath his hand he feels you tense around him again, a muffled whimper pushing out against his thumb in your mouth. Jake’s grin grows into a full-blown smile and in this moment you know that he finally has you exactly where he wants you. Your body moves like waves at Jake’s iron-command, and right now you couldn’t be more grateful for it.
He pulls his cock out of you until just his tip remains inside before he’s rutting into you again, setting the two of you at a quick and mind-numbing pace. All of your thoughts melt together until all you can think of is giving Jake what he wants—what you want—so he wouldn’t take it away from you. His thumb delves further into your mouth and presses flat on your tongue. There’s a desire in his eyes before it feels like all of the light in the room is snuffed out. You wrap your lips around his thumb and suck.
Your voice rings out sharply through the darkness, a fearful plea coated in sweet, sweet saccharine. The first thing that pours from your mouth after is Jake’s name wrapped tightly in a lustful moan. Jake could tell how scared you are, but he could also feel how much it turns you on. He could feel your seraphic arousal splattering across the insides of your thighs as he showed you a taste of heaven again as long as you walked with him into the dark afterwards. Jake’s head fell back as he chuckled at the way your moans synced with his skin slapping loudly against yours. At the way you clawed more at his wrinkled button-up just to hold on to something.
Jake was so deep inside of you, stretching your little pussy out so good that slurred half-muttered thanks started spilling from your lips instead. Each time you clenched down around him, your pretty body begging to bring him in deeper, it turned Jake on even more to listen to your breath hitch and feel your back try to arch off the bed again. Your pussy fluttered around his cock and Jake looked down at it with a brazen grin.
You reach for Jake again, this time him obliging as he brings his lips back down to yours to swallow every little sound that you make as he brings you to your climax. Your bodies moved in tandem and your nails dug into his skin when you felt like you couldn’t take anymore of the euphoria. You whimpered against Jake’s lips, but he just shushed you with another kiss. Jake moved his hand from your lower stomach and pulled it further down. When his thumb made contact with your clit, you jolted and the light in the room suddenly flickered back on.
“Do you feel me?” Jake asked, except the sound didn’t come from his mouth. Behind him, the doorknob twisted and slowly the door creaked open. The fear inside of you skyrocketed, but your moans had never been so loud. In a shadowy silhouette, Jake’s doppelgänger stepped inside of the room and closed the door behind him. The sound of the door locking rang over and over in your head.
The light in the room descended down onto him like a spotlight. He was still in his costume, but it seemed somehow grander. His clothes were pristine, and there wasn’t a single strand of hair out of place from Jake’s previous slicked back style. He didn’t have any fake blood on him either. The only real thing that differed from the Jake fucking you and the Jake looking down at you with a cold desire was intention. He took slow, deliberate steps towards the bed before stopping at the chair near it that you hadn’t noticed. Your eyes never left his and your nails dug into Jake’s skin as your body started to shake.
Jake grabbed hard at your chin and wrangled your gaze back to his instead. “He’ll have his turn,” he practically spat out. “Right now, you’re mine.” In the corner of your eye, you could see Jake’s doppelgänger’s expression darken. Your eyes rolled back and your vision went white as the rope inside of you finally snapped from the tension. Jake’s moan mixed with yours and he kissed you roughly. “That’s it, baby. Focus on me,” he says against your lips as he fucks into you faster, chasing his own high.
You nearly shriek from the overwhelming pleasure as Jake leans away from you and pushes your knees together and to your chest. You can hear him moaning profantities as he fucks your cum out of you and then pushes it all back inside. The wet sounds emitting from where the two of you meet is obscene, and you would’ve been embarrassed at the audience you had if it was anyone other than Jake’s doppelgänger. Him watching you fall apart in this way scared you. Someone so dangerous so close to you and observing every way that you’re vulnerable made you uneasy, but feeling his cold stare drag along every inch of your skin—settle on the way your cum spilled down your ass—just made your release feel even more euphoric.
Jake’s cock throbs inside of you and he curses more as he unwillingly pulls himself out of you. Your pupils are blown wide as you watch him fist his cock over your stomach—his head thrown back as he moans loudly—and his cum splatters across your skin in thick spurts, marking you as his and only his.
Jake breathes out heavily, looking down at the masterpiece that is you. He moves back a little on the bed and spreads your legs open further, moaning more at the way your pussy blooms for him like a pretty flower and spills out more of your cum. Your body feels limp, but the fire in the pit of your stomach doesn’t die down. Jake looks back at his doppelgänger almost smugly and you look over to him too. He sits poised in the chair, his legs spread as he leans to one side on the cushioned arm of it. His head rests in his hand and his expression is purposefully blank. He doesn’t even pay Jake’s ridiculous jealousy any mind, his eyes simply focus on the way his counterpart has fucked you into mind-numbing ruin.
The expression on Jake’s face changes so quickly you can’t tell what it settled on before he’s turning back to you. He collects the cum dripping out of you before he’s using two fingers to fuck it back inside of you. Your entire body jolts back to life as you try to push him away from where you were still so sensitive. He chuckles at you before he pulls his fingers out, now coated in a sheer white shiny layer of your cum, and smears it across your stomach where his own release is, mixing the two of them. Jake then brings his fingers to your mouth and taps your lips with them. Eagerly, you take them all the way into your mouth, sucking onto them with vigor, before Jake slowly pulls them back out.
He moves to the side so his doppelgänger has a full view of you as he spreads his spit-covered fingers through your folds and back into your fluttering pussy. Jake isn’t forgiving as he fucks his fingers inside of you, curling them at just the right angle to have your vision spotting white again. His pace is fast and cruel, as if he has something he’s desperate to prove. Jake swats away your hands and uses his other hand to keep you pressed to the bed as his other hand works.
You’re writhing on the bed pleading with Jake between moans for him to slow down as you pathetically rock your hips up towards his hand. The entire time, his doppelgänger doesn’t say a single word, just watches you claw at the sheets.
Jake leans over you and grabs your chin again. He turns your gaze to where his doppelgänger still sits impossibly still in the chair. “Look at him,” he hisses. You do, and Jake picks up the pace. Your mix cum and arousal is splattering wildly across the duvet and on Jake’s arm, but the heat on your skin only intensifies from desire.
You cry out, your body shaking so hard you think that you’re going to break. Your legs flail in the air and you squeeze them together in hopes of some sort of reprieve. Jake roughly pulls them apart again. “Do you want me to stop?” he asks you mockingly, coyness dripping from his tone. You rapidly shake your head as you squeeze your eyes shut before remembering that you were supposed to keep them open.
As soon as you open them again, that’s when you feel yourself break completely. Your gaze meets Jake’s counterpart’s and he tilts his chin up as he watches you. Your brows furrow before you look back over to Jake. An arrogant smirk blooms on his face just as your body gives out fully. Liquid sprays out of you and across the room and you go limp again, exhaustion slamming down onto you.
You hear Jake’s taunting laughter as your eyes defocus onto the ceiling. His face comes into view and it takes a second for you to actually see him. Jake brings his lips to yours and gives you a sweet kiss as he pulls his fingers out of you. “That’s it, baby,” he beams at you, voice full of pride as he praises you. That alone raises you back up. “Soaked my fucking arm. That was amazing.” Jake kisses you and the more his lips move against yours the more energy you feel like you regain until your hand is raising to bring him closer.
You hear the sound of shoes against hardwood and try to see what Jake’s counterpart is doing, but Jake brings your focus back to him. There’s a sound of a throat being cleared and Jake sighs before he pulls away from you. You look over to his blonde doppelgänger as Jake settles between your legs again, letting his still-hard cock sit heavily against your lower stomach. Your breathing picks up at its length, but you can’t ponder on it as his doppelgänger takes slow steps towards you, pulling at one of his gloves.
He stops right in front of you, and you weakly sit up onto your elbows as a pang of fear runs through you. Jake laughs, his hands moving up the back of your thighs, but you feel like you can’t look away from his counterpart’s stare. Jake’s doppelgänger takes off the glove completely and his cold fingers come to lift your chin. His thumb smoothes over the skin of your cheek and wipes away tears you hadn’t even realized had fallen.
Tilting his head, his hand drops to his pants as he unbuttons them. He doesn’t look at Jake as he speaks to him, he only focuses on you, a slight furrow in his brow as he takes in your beauty. Beauty that he’s been waiting so long to see in the flesh. “My turn,” he says.
✉️ ⦂ i literally wrote this all in the span of five hours and then spent the next two editing and making this post. that is so insane holyyy,,, i need jake and doppelgänger jake to fuck me at the same time so bad like #meNEXT!!!!!!! happy jake day hehe!!~~ ♡♡ lowkey i think it would be fun to write a part two for this aaaaaa
sophia laforteza from katseye <3
"the pineapple air freshener is my favorite kind, well this is me but if you have time. do you want the house tour?"
track 11 of the man's best friend series found here
after celebrating katseye's grammy nominations, sophia finds herself the next morning in her exfwbs new home that she drunkly begged to see the night before. out of the kindness of your heart despite ending a bit sour you had to let her in, you could never say no to her and with that. the nostalgia & need for each other came with.
word count: 4.5k
warnings: smut (dni if ur a cismale this is wlw thank you!), exfwbs, angst, flashbacks of fighting, morning sex, talk of alcohol consumption, food & hangovers, oral (both receiving), fingering, kitchen sex, squirting, overstimulation, scissoring, mommy kink, needysub!sophia who's a bit of a brat, dom!reader, riding, reader loves leaving hickies on sophia, multiple orgasms, cum tasting, feelings talk (it's grossly cute)
Sophia woke up with a banging headache with a side of the waves crashing onto a shore, it was unfamiliar but not only did it feel relaxing, the bed was snuggly, comfortable and familiar. Deciding her mind and body weren't ready to start the day, she rolls back over to shut her eyes that were fighting to do so anyways but right before they did she caught a glimpse of the familiar photo next to her on the bedside table. Her heart awoken, the shock in her body making her reopen her eyes and sit up far too quickly that she had to start rubbing her head with a groan escaping her lips.
There, in a nice small gold frame she saw during many nights before was the familiar photo of you with your family and friends at your birthday party many years ago. Seeing your face made memories of last night all come back to her.
"Lara, come on!! You said she's only two houses away from you now. Take me to her new house please please please" Sophia begs, drunk off the many drinks she consumed in celebration as Lara and her sister attempted to, (& very much failing) try to get Sophia into the front door of their home.
"Let's just take her. It's not like Y/N will say no." Rhea insists, her own body feeling tired holding Sophia up.
"She'll die of embarrassment though and then blame me." Lara groans. already seeing the future.
"Or, we know how much they miss each other anyways and both of them will thank us." Rhea debates, and she's right.
With all their strength they walk two houses down and knock on your door. When you open it, you can’t hide your surprise. Especially as soon as Sophia sees you, she hugs you tight with a squeal of excitement on how she misses you. The Raj sisters apologise and thank you as you shut the door and tell them to get home safe despite the short walk home.
Sophia smacks her forehead at the memory and the fact she can't remember anything else. Lifting the blanket up to see the only clothes she's wearing being her underwear and (your) long oversized top, she can't help but wonder if you two.. I mean it wouldn't be the first, second or third time that drinks led the two of you to fuck.
You and Sophia met because you have many mutual friends with the Raj sisters, but you three weren't friends yourself before Sophia. More so acquaintances. One day Lara bought Sophia to a party you also attended and neither of you couldn't keep your eyes off each other the whole night even if you tried. That spiralled to you two hooking up after a few drinks the same very night to becoming Sophia's first close friend in Los Angeles that wasn't the other Katseye girls (with special, intimate benefits)
When you went to the Raj house for the first time (with Sophia of course), you admired their home and told them how having a house next to the beach was always a dream of yours. To the point, most of your savings is for the occasion of finding the perfect house. Weeks later, by perfect coincidence when Sophia was visiting Lara's place once again, she saw that two houses away from the Raj's home had a huge “on sale” sign.
Sophia automatically texted you, even accompanying you in many steps to owning the house. From inspecting the house, being there when you signed the papers and even going furniture shopping with you. But that was some of the last activities of the honeymoon era for you both, as Katseye’s schedule became more hectic with a mix of commitment issues from both ends and dating rumours were also spreading online of Sophia dating a man. Everything got too much for the both of you that it exploded, one screaming fight then never to speak or see each other again for months.
"I don't know why it matters who I'm with when we're not even dating! Someone here never asked me!" Sophia yells, pointing a finger at you in the middle of your empty living room.
"Because you told me you're not interested in anything romantic!" You scream back.
"But we're not exactly friends aren't we?" Sophia voice becomes softer, cracking in the middle with a quiver in her lips.
"Sophia, I thought we both agreed we weren't going to do anything serious.. What the fuck are we doing." You finally spit out.
You're angry and confused, she's upset and confused. The only thing that could save you two is admitting to each other and yourselves that you two do have feelings for each other but instead after a few minutes of silence and harsh glares to each other you open the door for her and she walked out without another word.
Sophia winces at the memory of the fight while walking down the hallway. Already hearing your presence and the smell of breakfast being made in the kitchen as soon as she opened your bedroom door. There was no point of trying to rush out without having to see you, very aware that the front door was right in between the kitchen and living room with the couch Sophia helped choose.
Spinning around with a plate of toast, you shriek and nearly drop it seeing Sophia standing across the kitchen island.
"May I?" she asks, pointing to the high chair in front of her.
"Yeah of course, I was just about to wake you." you reply, setting the plate of toast next to the strips of bacon and scrambled eggs with a side of butter, jam or Nutella to choose from. Two plates and cutleries across each other with Sophia's plate also having a side of Aspirin and a glass of water.
She takes a seat across from you, her eyes taking in your kitchen as you face the living room that played music from your Spotify in low volume. Both of you get the food you want, in full awkward silence until Sophia spoke up.
"Did we..." She begins to ask, fiddling with the end of her (your) shirt
You almost choke on your toast,
"No! No! Um you did undress yourself in front of me to only your underwear so I-uh-I gave you my shirt. My guest room doesn't have a bed yet so I had to put you in my room, but I slept on the couch!"
The explanation full of stutters as flashbacks of Sophia's tits flashed in your brain and how yes, you had to kiss her on the forehead, put your top on her that she begged to wear again and promise to be there tomorrow just for her to sleep.
She groans across from you, the sound too familiar to you that you had to get up from your chair and to the fridge to grab a drink for yourself so she wouldn't see how pink your face got.
"I'm so sorry, you shouldn't have had to sleep on the couch in your own home that's awful of me" Sophia apologises, genuinely feeling extremely embarrassed by her behaviour.
Without even thinking, you grab the pineapple juice in your fridge, spinning back around to the island to pour yourself a glass. Both you and Sophia realise what's in your hand at the same time. Her thinking it's a hint to her, (though it wasn't your intention.) But either way you don't care that it looks the way it does because you watch her quickly finish her water, including taking the aspirin and reach over the same bottle. You grabbed her arm to stop her.
"You shouldn't drink acidic drinks with your aspirin" you advise her.
"Okay mommy" Sophia bites back, but you look back up with a glare and heat in your face.
She buckles down but can't help how she felt her pussy just flutter at just one look. You're both fucked, as if hearing her say mommy didn't do something to you either. But yet, you both continue breakfast in silence with occasional footsies under the table. When you both finish your food, Sophia thanks you and offers to wash the dishes but you tell her it's fine, you show her to the bathroom after she asks if she can brush her teeth and you let her have one of the spare toothbrushes from the packet of five. Even insisting she can use your skincare or take a shower.
You start to gather Sophia's clothes as she brushes her teeth while also laying out your own shirt and shorts that you know she can fit in as well and place them on the bed for her to change into. Either way, whatever she wears, you just feel she probably doesn't want to stay here any longer with how things ended.
In the midst of you stacking your dishes in the dishwasher, turning it on and spraying the table where you two ate clean. Sophia has finished what she needed to do in the bathroom and now stands in front of you. With a clean, freshly washed bare face but still not changed, very much still in the shirt she woke up in, legs bare. It was at this moment, you understand what she's trying to say and with full confidence you finally strive towards her to kiss her. The kiss was passionate, hot and heavy. Her arms around your neck as your hands lay on her hips to pull her against you. Pants between kisses knowing this is months worth of missing each other badly.
"Finally" she whispers in between kisses, hearing this made you seperate the kiss while biting her bottom lip making Sophia whine.
"Was this your plan all along?" You ask her, she yelps as your hands go from her hips to her bare ass to lift her up and place her on your kitchen island you just cleaned.
She goes to kiss you again but you dodge it to start leaving open kisses on her neck, Sophia is yours and you're going to make sure everyone knows it now. She whines as she feels you bite on her sweet spot that you're so familiar with, grinning as you feel her hump the air and clutch your arm knowing she wants more.
"Use your words princess, what do you want?" You whisper in her ear as your mouth continues on her neck, your hands now reaching under her shirt to play with her hard nipples.
"I want you mommy, want your mouth, want your fingers, want your pussy, want a taste, want anything. Please, missed you so much I could only get off thinking about you please." she babbles and begs, she feels your grin and knows there's no going back now.
Usually you tease her in this moment, give her a lesson. Sophia was always a brat, but hearing her beg and use her words like a good girl. Now, how could you say no to her?
You seperate your bodies to take her (your) shirt off and went down to your knees to lick a stripe on her laced thong to using your teeth to pull it off. She couldn't stop staring at you and you couldn't stop staring at her, the eye contact making everything more hot and vulnerable. Realising you were still fully clothed while she was completely naked made her open her lips to complain but you didn't let her, diving in leaving Sophia speechless and grabbing a fist of your hair to bring you closer. Like that was even possible with your arms already around her thighs and her legs over your shoulders.
Your mouth was fully on her pussy, eyes never leaving hers and humming at the addictive taste you missed so much. You did a mix of sticking your tongue in her hole to releasing it to give a big and yummy swipe of her clit. You then spat in her pussy, using your right hand to start rubbing her pussy aggressively just how she loves it, making her throw her head back and hold your hair tighter.
"Oh my god! Fuck Y/N!" she screams
With your hand still aggressively rubbing the top of her clit, your mouth dived back in and continued to make out with her pussy while sticking your tongue in her hole. Sophia was overwhelmed, she loved the way you ate her pussy. Your mouth was one of the best things about you and god, did she fucking miss it. Not being able to control herself, she began to harshly thrust and grind on your face. Bringing her thighs in tighter, muffling the screams and moans she was letting out for you.
You hummed at the feeling of her juices on your face and the desperation of Sophia's thrusts, making you move your hand on her clit faster. The eye contact long gone as you focused on your mouth bringing her to her orgasm and you felt it was coming soon with how desperate she was moving. The harsh grip on your hair, the thrusting in your face and the screams you could hear from her as you moved your head side to side while darting your tongue in her.
With a loud "mommy I'm cumming" and her back finally hitting the kitchen island to lay down. She lets go, but it wasn't just cum that spilled out of her. Of pure shock and wanting to see her release, you stand up from your position with your mouth open and away from her pussy. But to continue her release, your hands still vastly rub her clit, now adding your other hand to finger her with two fingers. You wanted the spurts of liquid coming out of her to last forever, Sophia was squirting. She's done it before but usually after multiple orgasms from sensitivity, not the first orgasm of the fuck.
"M-Mommy please" she begs, attempting to hold your wrists to stop your assault on her pussy as her body jumps from the liquid still coming out of her.
"You know the safe word princess, use it or not because mommy wants to see more." You order her and she lets you continue until her pussy finally calms down and the squirts of liquid finally stops.
Gently, you put your arm around her waist to lift her body up as Sophia smiles at you with tired eyes. You bring your two fingers that were just in her to her mouth to taste and she takes them blissfully, humming with eyes closed and circling around your digits. With your arm around her you continue to stroke her hip, giving her praises of being a good girl and how she did so well. Once you slip your fingers out, she leans her head on your shoulder and wraps her arms around your body once again.
"You want to go to bed?" you ask her, you can feel her nod on your shoulder so you do exactly that.
You pick her up. Her automatically wrapping her legs around you to carry her back to your bedroom. You use one arm to toss the clothes that you left for her back onto the floor and lay her down on your bed, still fully naked. Everything about her is art.
Sophia, feeling the way your eyes scan her made a new heat in her body arise, her tiredness that was just there leaving her already.
"Take it off" she randomly says
"What?" You ask back
"It's not fair I'm completely naked and you're still clothed" she replies back, touché.
You take your shirt off, then hook your shorts and your underwear to pull it down in one sweep. She admires your body, your plump tits she missed so much. You ignore her stares, walking over to the other side to lay beside her. But before you could turn to her, Sophia was already on top of you. You could feel her still wet pussy on your stomach and it made you want more.
"Princess, I thought you were tired" you asked.
"I want you more" she answered back, leaning down to capture your lips together.
Your hands gripped her ass, a moan leaving her lips at the placement.
"Do you want to sit on my face?" You ask her, you see her eyes roll at the back of her head.
"Fuck, don't tempt me when I've had my eye on something else" she says as she moves her body down, kisses leaving her wake until she was face to face with your pussy. You don't miss her grin seeing how wet you are and takes this opportunity to give a long swipe with her tongue to taste you. She spreads your thighs and rests her head against your inner thigh so you have the perfect view of your good girl eating you out.
"You taste so fucking good" she moans out and just like you did a few minutes ago she dives right in. Whines leave your mouth as Sophia continues to cutely flick her tongue at your bud.
She loves to eat you out, even though you were the dominant one of the two. You become a whiny mess, all for her to have once she starts eating you out. (Well, that's what she thinks but she still listens to your every command when asked)
"More princess, be a good girl, look at me" You order, gripping her hair a bit back to make her have eye contact with you.
Your pretty girl. You especially don't miss the way you see her grinding onto your bed for her own release. Greedy girl.
But you let her have it, pushing her head deeper as you position yourself to be sitting up to see your pretty girl more clearly. You feel vibration on your pussy from her moan. Sophia got more messy, separating her face just to land a big spit on your clit as she uses her two fingers to rub just like you did to her before putting her full mouth to use. You see her pretty lips basically make out with your pussy as your hips thrusted in her face when feeling her tongue enter your hole.
"My good girl, mommy's going to fuck your face okay?" You say as you begin to comb your hands through the front of her hair. You see her eyes roll back as she nods. Lips still not leaving you.
You start thrusting in her face, at the same time you yelp as two fingers enter you. She starts vastly thrusting them in you as she darts her whole tongue out to catch every thrust you push on her mouth. She does this with full eye contact, a shine in her eyes seeing every sound coming out from you and that brings you closer to the edge. So fucking pretty Sophia is.
Head thrown back as with her fingers still thrusting in you, she uses her other hand to vastly rub the top of your clit again.
"Oh fuck!" You curse out loud. The feeling of her mouth, fingers and the fast motion on your clit has you cumming in no time. She catches it, you stroke her hair as she uses her tongue to lick up all your cum. The overstimulation making you thrust in her face more with thighs shaking and you don't catch the wicked smile on her face as you do so.
When she finishes, you waste no time in pulling her on your lap once again and kissing her. Hand still in hair but you use your other hand to stroke her ass, you feel her grind on your stomach and this makes you snicker. Pulling back you look behind her to see what you knew was there. A wet patch on your sheets all made by Sophia. She knows you've seen this and blush.
You lean forward with her in your arms and make her lie down exactly where she was grinding, she goes even pinker feeling the wet patch she created on her own ass and shivers. With your hands on her inner thighs, you start to hover where she wants and needs you.
You don’t miss the way she licks her lips and Sophia doesn’t miss the way you bite your lips as both of you glance at how wet each other’s pussies are. Only just touching your clits, a hover.
“Come on mommy please” she begs with a thrust.
You smack her pussy in response.
“Patience princess” you order, she only whines in response. So fucking needy. But you give her what she wants, you of course missed her as much as she missed you and though you can act dominant, in control. Your need for her was insatiable.
You finally grind against her pussy, having to grip on her thighs to hold her legs apart but also keep your pace as both your pussies were so full of slick that it was getting slippery but this just made the pleasure so fucking good.
You grind up and down, clits bumping as she desperately used her hips to thrust up from the feeling. Your pussy lips in between hers as moans and whines slip out of her throat.
"Y/N don't stop, feels so good" Sophia whines out.
It only makes you go faster. Making her yelp, eyes roll back and grip the sheets. You with one hand still on her thigh to keep her legs apart, use your other hand to fondle her tits. The sudden harsh touch making her eyes snap open to look at you as you use your fingers to flick each nipple.
Because you use one of your hands to give her pleasure, it makes her feel the need to do the same as she lets go of the sheet with her right hand to rub your clit. It makes you scream, throw your head back and have both hands on her thighs to steady yourself. Grip so tight that she feels your nails dig in her skin but she only grins, it means you're close.
She leans forward, hand now on the back of your neck as her lips hover over yours.
"L-Let me ride" Sophia asks in stutters.
So overstimulated, you only nod and can't find yourself disagreeing. You bring your lips to hers as she climbs onto your lap. With your back on your headboard, thighs spread apart with feet on mattress, hands on Sophia's back as her legs go over yours and lips messily kissing each other. She continues to grind your wet pussies together, it's messy, with no rhythm but it's what desperation and the lack of seeing each other for months does to both of you. Bringing one of her hands down, she continues to rub your clit again, at the same time your lips have left hers to leave hickies all over her upper body.
Mine mine mine. Was all you could think about and you were going to make sure everyone knows it.
Sophia can't hide the fact that despite you always being in control she got exactly what she wanted when asking to ride, your lips on her tits. Biting, sucking, leaving marks all over.
Both of you knowing each other's bodies so well that your mouth on her tits is exactly what helps Sophia reach her orgasm just as much as she knows playing with your clit does the same. Reason why she does it so much. When you release her tits, she sees it's because you can't control your eyes rolling back and your grip on her body tightening once again.
She realises, you're trying your best not to cum first but yet, you didn't catch a break with your last orgasm so the overstimulation is driving your wild. So Sophia does the things she knows that gets you. From slowly rubbing your clit, she now uses both her fingers to rub/stimulate it fast, side to side. Leaving your mouth to fall agape.
"Give me what I want mommy, cum please." Sophia whines as she crashes her lips to yours and that's all it took.
You're moaning in her mouth, using your hands to push her body tighter to you to keep the pleasure of your pussies together going and with the feeling of your thick cum gushing. Sophia cums as well, moaning into your mouth as well as her body topples over. Both your tits now rubbing together just as much as your pussies and mouths are, your hands move from her lower back to smack her ass then grip them tight as your hips thrust up and hands move Sophia's ass to keep your even wetter, full of cum pussies grinding to continue both your orgasms.
Throughout all of this, you both are still desperately kissing each other, some moments missing each other's lips because of the overstimulation but it was still so hot and comforting to you both.
When the orgasms subside, you lay your legs fully down instead of feet onto your mattress. Sophia naturally, moves her head to your chest and lays her legs/body down in between yours as well. Her tits pressed against your stomach. You're both sweaty but she can feel your heavy heartbeat just as much as you can feel her heavy breathing while you caress her hair. Sophia's head naturally looking out your window that shows the beach and you doing the same.
"They can't see us right?" Sophia asks
You laugh, she smiles and somehow nuzzles her face closer to your chest because of the familiar feeling.
"No, we can see them but they can't see us. It's tinted." You explained, wanting to finish the sentence with "just how you wanted it" but stopped yourself.
For a few minutes you both are silent, watching the waves crash onto the shore and letting the same sound consume you two. Relax you both as the anxiety and unanswered questions lingered.
"I'm sorry" you finally utter out.
Sophia shifts her body so she's on her side, to really look at you. You can't stop your thoughts on how beautiful she looks.
"No, I'm sorry. I should have straight up just told you that I want to be with you, but I was scared to admit it because you could have any other girl who isn't gone or busy most of the time." Sophia confesses, rambling to herself.
You stop leaning back onto your headboard to be face to face with Sophia.
"Busy or not, I only want you." You reply back, your eyes travel down with your point finger now tracing the marks on Sophia's tits and neck. "I thought, all the times I've marked you as mine made it obvious that I only want you." you seductively whisper as your finger and eyes trace Sophia's now hard nipples. Your finger continues slowly tracing and playing with her nipples as your eyes wander back to hers, seeing her eyes full of lust already.
That's your girl. You kiss her eagerly again as she wraps her arms around your neck and you grab her legs to bring her into your lap.
Sophia separates the kiss.
"Wait, I want a house tour though" She states, you snicker.
"Baby girl, we have all the time in the world for that." You reply back, kissing her once again to continue round two.
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You know exactly what you’re doing when you slam the bedroom door harder than necessary.
Jungwon doesn’t look up from his phone at first. He doesn’t have to. His jaw tightens, barely, subtly, but enough for you to know you’ve crossed that invisible line he keeps so carefully drawn. You wait for him to say something, anything, but he just keeps scrolling, one brow raised, pretending he isn’t paying attention to you.
That’s the thing about Jungwon. He doesn’t yell. He doesn’t snap. He goes quiet.
And quiet Jungwon is the one you should always fear. You drop your bag onto the floor. Loudly. Still nothing.
So you push. Of course you push. “So,” you say, with that tone you know annoys him, “you’re just going to ignore me?”
He exhales a humorless laugh, still not looking up. “I’m thinking.”
“About what?”
“About how much rope I’ll need to keep you still tonight.”
Your breath catches for half a second, but you don’t let him see it. You scoff. “Please. You’d never.”
That gets his attention.
Slowly, painfully slowly, he puts his phone face-down on the bed. His eyes lift to you, dark and flat in a way that makes your stomach tighten.
“Come here.”
Two words. Calm. Commanding. Dangerous.
You don’t move. Not because you want to disobey, but because you suddenly can’t feel your legs.
Jungwon tilts his head slightly. “I’m not repeating myself.”
You swallow. “Make me.”
The second the words leave your mouth, you see it, his expression shifting from mildly annoyed to something cold and razor-sharp. A smile curls onto his lips, but it’s not kind. It’s not teasing.
It’s the smile of a man who’s about to ruin you.
“You really don’t know when to stop talking, do you?” he murmurs. He stands, steps toward you, and you instinctively take one step back, only one, before your spine hits the wall.
He cages you in with one arm above your head. His other hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him.
“You’re bratty on purpose,” he says. “You want attention that bad?”
You open your mouth, and he squeezes your jaw until you gasp.
“Yes or no,” he says.
“…Yes.”
His lips brush your cheek, but the gesture is anything but gentle. “Then stop pretending and take the attention you begged for.”
His hand drags down your throat, his thumb pressing lightly enough not to hurt but firmly enough to make your knees wobble. You arch into his touch despite yourself, and he laughs under his breath.
“There she is,” he whispers. “My pretty little problem.”
He flips you around before you can speak again, your chest pressing against the wall, his hand sliding up your spine to the back of your neck.
“Hands above your head.”
You obey instantly. The shift in you isn’t lost on him.
“Funny,” he says, leaning in until his breath warms your ear. “You act like such a brat, but the second I touch you, you get so obedient.”
You inhale sharply when his hand slips beneath your shirt, fingers tracing the sensitive skin of your waist. He pinches your hip hard enough to make you gasp.
“That hurt,” you breathe.
“That was the point.”
He steps closer, his body flush against yours, his voice a low growl against your skin. “You slammed the door. You mouthed off. You ignored me. You wanted a reaction?”
His hand slides between your thighs, forcing them apart.
“This is your reaction.”
Your heart is beating so fast you feel dizzy. Jungwon’s fingers stroke slowly once, twice, just to hear the sound you make when you try not to moan. When you shift your hips, chasing more friction, he immediately pulls his hand away.
“No,” he says sharply. “You don’t get to take what you want.”
You whine. He smirks.“Turn around.”
You do. He sits on the edge of the bed, legs spread, completely relaxed like he isn’t about to dismantle you piece by piece.
“On my lap.”
You climb onto him, knees on either side of his thighs, but as soon as you settle he grabs your waist and pulls you forward until your chest presses to his.
His fingers wrap around your jaw again, forcing you to meet his eyes.
“Now,” he says, “you’re going to be good. And you’re going to listen. Because if you don’t, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
Heat floods your body instantly.
Jungwon sees it. He always sees it.
“Open your mouth.” You do. “Wider.” You obey.
He slips two fingers inside, pressing down on your tongue until you gag lightly.
“Quiet,” he murmurs. “You’re only allowed to make noise when I say so.”
You nod around his fingers, helpless.
He pulls them out slowly, dragging them across your bottom lip before grabbing your hips and grinding you down against him so hard your breath punches out of your lungs.
You grab his shoulders for balance, but he immediately yanks your wrists above your head with one hand.
“Did I tell you to touch me?”
“N-No,” you stammer.
“Then why are your hands anywhere but where I put them?”
“I—I’m sorry—”
“No, you’re not,” Jungwon says, tightening his grip until you gasp. “But you will be.”
He pulls you down again, grinding you against his thigh this time, forcing you to ride the friction at the pace he sets, slow, humiliatingly controlled, torturously precise.
Your breath comes out in broken whimpers.
“You can’t even take this,” he says, sounding almost bored. “All that attitude for what? You fall apart the second I touch you.”
You try to speak, but he grabs your throat lightly, tilting your head back.
“Don’t talk,” he warns. “Just listen.”
His mouth brushes yours, not kissing, teasing.
“You’re going to cum exactly when I tell you. You’re going to thank me for it. And then…” He smirks, voice dropping to a whisper. “Then you’re going to apologize for being such a fucking brat.”
You nod helplessly, already trembling against him.
Jungwon leans back slightly, guiding your hips with both hands now, slow, deep rolls that make you moan louder with every pass.
“There you go,” he murmurs, eyes heavy and possessive. “Just like that. Be good for me.”
You’re close, too close, and he knows it. He stops. Completely.
Your whole body jerks in frustration. “J-Jungwon—”
His grip returns to your chin, forcing your eyes to his.
“Ah. There she is,” he says softly. “There’s my brat again.”
His thumb strokes your cheek once.
“Beg.”
Your pride cracks instantly. “Please,” you whisper. “Please, Jungwon. I’ll be good. I promise.”
He smiles.
“Now that,” he says, guiding your hips down again, slow and deep, “is the tone I want.”
You moan into his shoulder as the pleasure returns, overwhelming and sharp.
“Cum for me,” he says simply. “Now.”
And you do, hard, shaking, clinging to him as he holds you through it, whispering against your ear, low and smug: “Good girl.”
hallooo i saw that you were doing some requests for the mans best friend album? if soo, can you do heeseung (enha) for we almost broke up again last night? i love your writing so so sooo much 💗 however, if you don't feel like doing this request it is truly up to you :) have a good day !
i am taking requests for man's best friend series and i love the pairing of heeseung with we almost broke up again last night, it's so perfect so i would love to write this! it's added to my otw.
thank you so much for the compliment on my writing, i'm so glad you love it <3 hope you have a good day as well anon!
kim mingyu & choi seungcheol from seventeen
and how is it y/n fault that the two (fantastic) one night stands were not just best friends, but room mates.
word count: 3.6k
warnings: threesome smut !! reader has a vagina & tits, name calling, p in v, effiel tower, oral sex both m & f receiving, breastplay, kitchen sex, cheol loves to motorboat you, daddy kink, sir kink, mingyu is a lil sub while cheol is a huge dom, big cocks!gyucheol as it should be, vouryerism masturbation, overstimulation, double creampie, sex without a condom (pls wrap it !!!), filming, mirror sex, hair pulling.
a/n: surprise !!! wrote this right after watching the pretty woman music video, sat in my drafts and now it's my thank you for 200 followers after realising how hot it truly is. thank you for the support and i can’t wait to keep writing for yall <3
You smiled at the dark hair, hot, fit man that peacefully slept next to you. Glancing at the clock that read 6am, you realised you've overstayed your welcome as you slowly and quietly creeped around his bedroom to change back into last night's clothes (without the shoes or your purse, that's at the front door) and even stealing a piece of minty gum that was on Mingyu's desk. But you truly would not be able to guess, the surprise on what was on the other side of the door when you opened it.
You winced at the sound the door made, trying to be as quiet as possible. Facing the door as you quietly closed it; it wasn't until you turned around to head to the front door nearby that you almost screamed. There stood, in all his hot blonde hair glory, clearly ready for a morning run by his attire was the last guy you hooked up with not even a week ago.
You looked around the apartment in shock until your eyes went back to him, his initial shocked reaction from seeing your presence now turning smug as he recognised you as much as you recognised him.
"You know, I thought you dipping like that before I woke up meant you didn't want to come back?" he asked.
Rolling your eyes with a hard chew to the gum still in your mouth, you gave him a fake smile. Acting sarcastic not wanting him to know how shocked you were but nonchalant instead. The fact Seungcheol stood shirtless in front of you, giving you flashbacks of the night from a week before, was not helping.
And he knew it.
He walked towards you, locking you in between his body and his room mate's bedroom door.
"Tell me angel, was my friend better or was it me?" Your chest was heaving, inner thighs tightening together as your eyes carelessly wandered to his lips, your inner demon just wanting them back onto yours and Seungcheol did exactly that.
It wasn't sweet. It was rough, needy and eagerly full of lust. His tongue entering your mouth to swipe the gum and somehow place it in his own mouth. He wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you in as your skimpy little club skirt was now grinding on his running shorts, as your hands ravaged his fit body. The grip on your ass was your signal to jump as he carried you more into their apartment, and to their kitchen. Seungcheol laid you down on their kitchen counter, making you shudder at the coldness but his body being on top of you as you both still heavily made out kept you warm. His hands unzipping the corset top from the front leaving your breasts bare for him as his lips move from your mouth to your tits.
"So you always go to clubs without a bra on?" he teased. You could only whimper as his fingers played with your nipples licking a stripe in between your breasts to then use his huge hands to basically smoosh your tits over his face to motorboat you. Hearing his groans in between your chest, you can't help but giggle.
"What's so funny?" He asks, biting your tit as he removes his face from your chest.
"You have a thing for motor boating?" You asked, recalling him doing the same thing as he fucked you last time.
"Well, it's because these tits are perfect, just as much as this pussy is." Seungcheol explains as one of his hands creeps under your skirt and cups your pussy tightly. It made your back arch and a loud moan escape, by quick reaction you covered your mouth with your hand as you look to the side where Mingyu's door is in slight fear that you were going to get caught.
Seungcheol saw this and a low growl escape, he then pulled your skirt and underwear down in one swift motion.
"I've been thinking about how fucking good you taste all fucking week, jerked off so many fucking times thinking about your pussy." He admitted. Seungcheol knelt down, holding your wrists to pin your arms to the sides of your body as his also laid his biceps across your thighs to restrict your movement. He blew air onto your pussy and grinned seeing you squirm.
"Want you to be loud baby, wake him up to a good surprise yeah? Call me daddy like you did last time." Before you could object, Seungcheol spat the gum in his mouth to the side so he could dive in head first. He wasn't lying about the fact he wanted this, needed this.
"Oh my god!" you yelled, lifting your head up to see his eyes already watching your every reaction and that only made things hotter.
What he didn't know was you thought about his mouth all fucking week too, though your one night stand rule was to dip without any other contact. A part of you wished that you did get Seungcheol's contact, you hadn't had anyone eat you out as good as he did. Which is one of the reasons why you even went out last night to try to forget the need for Seungcheol's mouth, is it coincidence or pure fucking luck for your distraction to be his fucking room mate of all people.
Seungcheol ate you out so good that it was loud and wet, the slurps felt like it was bouncing off the walls and he was devouring like a thirst deprived man receiving his drink. His tongue was fucking magic, going from flicking your bud to entering you and drawing figure 8s on your pussy. To just full on mouth on clit.
"Oh daddy I'm so close!" you moaned out, as soon as you did that you could feel the grin. He then let go of your hands to use one of his thumbs to rub circles on your nub and used the other to vastly thrust two fingers in you. With his tongue still working his magic and the motion of his fingers, you were going crazy, basically now humping his face. He loved the desperation of your movements that he stopped using his hands, including fingering you to wrap both his arms around your thighs to pull you even more closer to his face. Wanting you to cum on his mouth and his desperate mouth only.
It was giving you deja vu the last time you two fucked and how you felt you were suffocating him but he didn't care and things have clearly not changed. Your back arched as the pit of your stomach only felt tighter, you moved your head to the side for only a split second and paused with your blurry vision seeing Mingyu now wide awake in the hallway.
But yet, your shock only lasted for a split second and his presence, knowing he was watching only made you get to your release sooner. Your eyes travelled downwards to see Mingyu's hard cock against his grey sweatpants and that was it, your hand reached into Cheol's hair as you released all over his mouth. You squeezed your eyes shut, unable to control it with how good and sweet the release felt.
You shrieked when you felt your pussy get slapped, a signal to open your eyes and quickly diverting your head back to Seungcheol who stood proudly. The look in his eyes full of ego as he tasted what was left of your cum on his lips, his eyes never leaving your face and reading you were not a bit uncomfortable at the surprise third guest.
"Really Cheol?" You hear from Mingyu.
"Don't be whining Mingyu, technically I had her first." Cheol said with a smirk.
You see Mingyu's face turn into realisation. The moans that spilled out of your mouth last night that sounded like heaven in his ears to the point it naturally made his hips thrust faster sounded oh so familiar because he jerked off (and came) to the same moans only a week before.
"But..." Seungcheol coughs, now leaning onto the counter to face Mingyu (but where your legs were to not cover your view.)
Cheol's hand reached to cup your breast, his two fingers rubbing your nipple so you didn't feel neglected. It was like to tell you, without words that he was nowhere near done with you despite not looking directly at you.
"I think she likes this predicament right now, hm?" His eyes, finally now looking at you as he pinches your nipple making your body jerk by his touch. The eye contact between you and Seungcheol heavy, like he needed to read your facial expressions and how you were feeling.
"Does this little slut like knowing that you have two hard cocks wanting you right now?" You could only whimper at the dirty talk, your pussy still wet and brain mush from how hard he ate you out. Seungcheol's hand moved from your breast to your chin, cupping your face.
"Use your words darling, say you want us both right here at the same time and we're all yours." Seungcheol explained.
You nodded fast, in the back of your brain knowing how utterly pathetic you must look but you didn't care.
"Yes! Yes! I want both of your big cocks right now, please daddy." you begged to Seungcheol, then looking at Mingyu now standing closer to the both of you. You address him. "Please sir."
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And here you were. On all fours in Seungcheol's king size bed with his mirror closet giving you a view of how you looked when your eyes adverted to the side. You looked like a mess and it was a view all three of you wanted planted in your brains forever.
Mingyu, standing on one side with his huge cock in your mouth had you using one arm to steady yourself and the other to play with his balls. His hands were in your hair to balance himself as he harshly thrusted into your mouth.
Seungcheol, standing on the other side has his large cock slamming in and out of your pussy from behind. One hand gripped your hip tightly throughout the whole fucking while the other hand would go from gripping your other hip to thrust in you roughly to slapping your ass just when he felt like it. It was loud and messy, tears ran down your face at the pleasure.
Though Mingyu was thrusting in your mouth, you made sure to swirl your tongue to give him even more pleasure. Your eyes couldn't leave the sight above you, despite it being so blurry from the tears in your eyes. Mingyu was so fucking pretty. The way his eyes scrunched but forced himself to stare at you with his mouth agape and the grip on your hair tightening to signal when your mouth did a really fucking good job.
Mingyu was fighting a war with himself. He was shutting his eyes because the pleasure was getting to him but god, did he also want to see your pretty, teary eyed face that included seeing your eyes roll back from the pleasure Seungcheol was giving you.
For Seungcheol, he loved every minute of this. He also thought Mingyu was endearing when he was getting his cock sucked, of course this wasn't their first time sharing.
With your second orgasm approaching, you felt yourself getting closer to your release before Seungcheol was even done. You wanted to release Mingyu's cock to give a warning of your orgasm but his grip on your head was so tight. You didn't have to say anything though because Seungcheol knew you were close from how much your pussy was tightly gripping his cock.
He moved both his hands back to your hips, thrusting faster and harder that his balls slapping against your ass echoed throughout the bedroom.
"I know you're close baby, give it to me, coat my cock with your cum so I can paint you white." Cheol chanted, it only made your eyes roll and Mingyu grin at the sight once again.
"Fuck she love this." Mingyu moaned out, his hand going from your hair to your face and with both hands using his thumbs to stroke your hollowed out cheeks.
"Does princess like getting creampied? Want me to cum in your next?" Mingyu questions, you nod fast in his hands.
With Cheol's brutal pace and a grip on your hips that will leave bruises, you cum hard. Your arms losing the balance of keeping you upright making your mouth leave Mingyu's cock and though he hissed at the cold air. He rather cum in your pretty pussy than your mouth anyways.
You moaned and cried onto the bed, your body spasming at the pleasure. But Cheol didn't give up despite the new position. Still thrusting into your pussy vastly as your walls clutched onto his cock, you felt so fucking wet and tight that he couldn't help himself and came right after you. In you. The feeling of his cum spurting into your gummy walls only made your body yelp more, your hands gripping onto the sheets tightly.
"Thank you daddy! Thank you!' You screamed into the bed. Making more spurts of cum from Cheol come out.
Mingyu could have came at the sight of both of you orgasming knowing he was next.
You couldn't dare lift your head up, feeling slightly humiliated and knowing the makeup from last night probably looked even more messy as your chest was heaving. Pussy twitching. But that didn't last long as you felt yourself get flipped. Your back now laying on the bed as the two men switched places without you realising, you steadying your own breath was all you heard and focused on.
Mingyu smiling widely at your shock as he softly stroked your outer thighs.
"Ready to take me princess?" He asked. With your need to be their good girl, you nodded.
"Words" Mingyu sternly said.
"Yes sir, nee-" before you could finish your sentence about needing his cock. A large shriek fell out your lips as he pulls your body closer to the edge of the bed by your legs; to wrap them around his waist.
"Sorry for surprising you baby, but I'm not sorry for this." Mingyu utters and before you could question what he meant.
He thrusted his huge cock all in, making you loudly scream. The stretch hurt but my god was it delicious. Seungcheol was huge in the sense of his length, while Mingyu was huge from his girth. Both easily stretching you in different and addictive ways.
"T-Thought Seungcheol's cock prepped you already but you're still so fucking tight. Fuck ... babe." Mingyu stutters, chants, breathless.
You don't miss the weight of the bed dip as Seungcheol now sits beside you.
You reach your hand out to stroke Seungcheol's semi-hard cock to become hard again, but he hisses and smacks your hand away.
"Did I say you could touch?" He tells off, you whimper in response.
Instead of being closer to you, he moves away until his head leans against the bed's headboard. Legs criss crossed as he began to stroke his own cock while watching you get fucked. Your eyes never leaving each other as he does this, he smiles at your pout, finding you cute as your brain whines on how this isn't fair.
Before you could further complain, Mingyu readjusts his hips that he finds the spot you needed. It makes you gasp, your attention diverting back to him as he himself wears a similar pout to you.
"Pay attention to me too baby" he complains.
"I-I'm sorry sir! You fuck me so good sir, p-please don't stop" you moan out and praise. Back arching, eyes shutting as your delicious tits are bouncing from the thrusts, both Mingyu and Seungcheol can't stop watching your chest as one strokes his cock faster while the other penetrates you faster.
You can't control it any longer, your orgasm approaching and your mouth spewing every noise your throat can make. Mingyu fucking you so good, you don't even register how tight he's holding you or how Seungcheol's moaning with you. Unable to say any words, with a scream you come once again. Mingyu nearly topples over with how your pussy grips his cock while you orgasm, knowing why Seungcheol nearly lost himself as well.
With Mingyu's hard cock still plugged into you, not moving to let you have a breather both your eyes go to Seungcheol whose cum is splattered all over his stomach. You feel drool leave your mouth and both of them snicker seeing this.
An idea sparks in Mingyu's head, he takes his cock out of your warm pussy and before you whine of the emptiness he plunges two fingers in you.
"Get on all fours baby and lick daddy's cum off" Mingyu orders, both you and Seungcheol are surprised to hear him take control for the first time throughout this ordeal.
It makes you eagerly listen and as you move, reposition yourself. Mingyu's fingers never leave you. Instead he joins kneeling on the bed behind you, once you face Seungcheol you attempt to lower your head but Mingyu grabs your hair to lift your head up. You yelp in surprise but love the delicious burn like you did when you were sucking his cock.
"Film it on the bedside table Cheol" Mingyu orders, nodding to the phone on the same table and Seungcheol smiles. You feel your pussy flutter and cheeks blush at the same time,
"Hm, I was going to ask if that's okay angel but seems like it is. Naughty girl" Mingyu announces as he kisses your back softly.
When you hear the noise of the phone camera recording, you see it on the bedside table on selfie mode perfectly capturing all three of you.
"Lick baby" Mingyu orders again and lets go of your hair, just for it to be held in a makeshift ponytail by Seungcheol. You lower your head and lick a stripe of his load on Cheol's stomach, the salty and sticky liquid on your tongue making you hum as Seungcheol watches your every move of continuously licking his body. Hissing as you casually try to take his semi-hard cock's tip after licking his cum up. His cock was sensitive but if you went to suck him off, he wouldn't object.
At the same time, Mingyu unplugs his fingers to thrust his cock back into you. The motion making your lips that were around Cheol's tip now take his cock fully and deeper into your mouth.
"Oh shit" Cheol moans out, his cock now fully hard.
You wish this overwhelming pleasure of sucking Cheol's cock and Mingyu's fast thrusts mixed with your wet and full of cum pussy would never end. You bob your mouth up and down Cheol's shaft, tongue feeling his veins.
Seungcheol knew he wasn't going to last long, his free hand not in your hair gripping the pillow beside him as he thrusted into your mouth. Now he understood Mingyu's predicament before, he couldn't describe how good you sucked cock even if he tried.
Mingyu was in the same predicament, not knowing how much longer he can hold on as your tight pussy continues to grip him from the pleasure of sucking cock and Mingyu thrusting into your pussy so deliciously.
The fact this was the fourth orgasm they were pulling out of you and so close to your third, you were close as well. But with full persistent you wanted daddy to cum first, with the one hand not steadying your position just like you did with Mingyu. You played with Cheol's balls while deep throating him. That was all it took, as his load spilled into your mouth. Despite thinking you swallowed all of it, when your mouth left his shaft. You felt liquid still around your lips and leaving your mouth like drool but the warmth and thickness of it made you realise it was his cum on your lips.
"Oh fuck" Seungcheol quietly whispered, chest still panting. He grabbed the phone off the bedside table to film your face close up, your fucked out face was both beautiful and a fucking mess.
"F-Fuck I'm close" Mingyu panted behind you, using one of his hands to start rubbing your clit to get you closer. You bite your lip, tasting the cum. Seungcheol still filming every bit of this.
"Mingyu look at the phone" Seungcheol points out, moving it to the side a bit to still capture your makeup ruined face while letting Mingyu have his view.
The sight of your pleasured out face was all it took for Mingyu, cumming in your pussy with a scream from his lips. The sensation making your own pussy spasm and cum for the fourth time, both of them had massive loads that felt like they were filling your cunt to the brim. Just like before, your arms give up on you. Head plopping onto Seungcheol's thighs as he softly strokes your hair.
Mingyu grabs the phone from Seungcheol with shaky hands, now filming from the side right next to where his cock and your pussy were as your hips were still upright. Finally unplugging his cock, you and Seungcheol watch from the phone as Mingyu watches with his own eyes how the mix of all three of your cums trickle down your thighs, drops falling onto the bedsheets.
All three of you are sweaty and tired beyond belief, you feel your own eyes drooping to a shut on Cheol's thigh not even getting to see who was cleaning the sticky mess on your legs with a towel. All you heard and felt before your slumber was a kiss on the shoulder, hair strokes and a sentence of
"Sleep baby girl, you earned it, we'll be here."
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yoon jeonghan from seventeen <3
"I get wet at the thought of you, being a responsible guy. treating me like you're supposed to do. tears run down my thighs."
track 2 of the man's best friend series found here
after a spree of failed first dates, y/n didn't have any high hopes. until she says yes to a blind date set up by her best friend who actually found better than she could imagine... her old high school crush. who is still gorgeous, charming & most importantly so respectful. a true man of service.
word count: 6.4k
warnings: smut with a lil plot !!, slight voyeurism, a tiny bit of pet play, sir kink, jeonghan is possessive & loves leaving marks everywhere on reader's body, overstimulation, creampie, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), p in v, no protection being used (pls wrap it), 69ing, cum tasting, missionary, reader has a pain kink, jeonghan is a biter & muncher, multiple orgasms ... like a lot
You stand alone outside a restaurant way too fancy and out of your price range, on the phone with your best friend, your other hand rubbing your bare arms from how cold it was. You had to make sure this was the right place. It adds up why she made you wear the fancy black cocktail dress with a slit on your leg that was saved for special occasions, but who in the world did your best friend know to afford such a place. You can't think of any.
"I promise you, it is the right place." she reassured for the fifth time.
"Oh my god... It's a sugar daddy, you set me up with an old man." you gasped, she laughs at the other end.
"No, I did not. Believe me Y/N. Just go inside and have a fun time, I swear he's a good guy. Reservation is under Yoon. Now go please. You're already late" She basically begs.
With that tone, you roll your eyes and bid your goodbye as you hear your friend cheer on the phone. You wonder why the reservation is under her last name, I guess she booked it for you both. How sweet.
When you enter the restaurant, it's loud and bustling. You sigh in relief that the place was at least warm, heaters blasting compared to outside. A man in a suit greets you with a book in his hand.
"Reservation?" He asks.
"Under Yoon." You reply and he scans down the book with a nod.
"Follow me"
You follow closely behind him, making sure to avoid the waiters who had food or drinks in their silver plated hands. In the corner is a man playing a grand piano and a woman playing a cello besides him, this was for sure the fanciest first date you've ever been on.
"Here is your table ma'am" The host announces. They move out the way so you could see who you were set up with for the night.
You gasp.
"Jeonghan?!" Your shocked voice rang through. He smiles at you then waves a hand at the host to tell him it's not needed to pull out your chair because you watch Jeonghan stand up and do it himself.
"Your seat Y/N" Jeonghan says.
You blush, not a lot of your first dates pull your chair out for you either. Especially when another (paid) person was already going to do so. You take your seat as he pushes it in and thanks the host, then takes the seat across from you. He shows no expression of being shocked as you currently are, like he knew it was going to be you on this date while you obviously did not. Now the reservation being under your best friend's last name makes sense.
Because your best friend, has just set you up on a blind date with her cousin. Her cousin that you had a huge crush on since the day you laid eyes on him.
You and your best friend have been in each other's lives since the very first day of high school, both entering a new school and finding comfort within each other that never became astray. You two were so close to the hip that you both had many sleepovers and attended each other's family events and this is where you met, your first ever crush that wasn't a celebrity (until later). Yoon Jeonghan.
It was just a silly crush that your best friend liked to tease you about. Nothing serious especially because of his celebrity status but he was nice, funny and out of this world beautiful. Everyone could see it, his charm oozed out of him and you were a part of the crowd that fell for it. You never told him, neither did your best friend because what was the point? You kept your cool around him until the night ended and you were in your best friend's bedroom fangirling as she teased you.
Your meetings with him were because of your attachment to your best friend, the attachment causing you two to be intertwined and easily part of each other's families. So it made you believe he probably looked at you like family as well (or so you thought). You hadn't seen Jeonghan in years though, with the rise of Seventeen and their busy schedule. His attendance for family events became less and less. With his absence and growing up in general, your first ever crush faded. Up until now.
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You've never had such a fun time for a first date. Usually experiencing awkward first level getting to know each others; instead the fancy meals and shared desserts were long gone as you both laughed and conversed over nostalgic stories of the past and getting to know each other deeply on a new adult level instead of the two young kids you both were. With the second bottle of wine now being completed as he poured it into your glass, the once bustling restaurant only had the two of you and one other couple further away. The piano man and cello woman in the corner long gone.
You took another gulp, you were tipsy, almost to the brink of drunk and it was getting pretty obvious just by the heat on your face and the fact you were ready to ask the one question that's been on your mind the whole time.
"So, Mr Yoon Jeonghan" you proclaim.
"Yes, Miss Y/Full/N" he replies back, you smile.
"Can I ask how this was set up? You didn't seem as shocked to see me like I was seeing you." You finally ask.
"Ah.. Well, you know how it was Uncle's birthday at your best friend's house last weekend? Yeah I was there, finally had free time to see the family and I guess my disappointment for your absence was so noticeable that your best friend couldn't stop poking at it and I admitted it. I wanted to see you." Jeonghan explained.
He laughed at your shocked expression, though it was clearly too late you still wanted to remain cool, mysterious and sexy. You grabbed your wine glass and leaned back on your chair with a smirk. Legs crossing over the other.
"So someone missed me?" You teased.
"I mean yeah, who else can I say all those silly jokes to and I would receive a pretty laugh and even prettier smile back." He says, so nonchalant like your face wasn't going to get any redder.
Before you could say anything else, the same man who sat you at your table stands in front of you both.
"I'm very sorry but I must walk you two out now as we are closing." He apologies and gestures to the restaurant around you two where the other waiters are now sweeping. You gasp realising the overstay.
"Yes, yes! Of course I'm so sorry!" You get up quickly and watch as Jeonghan apologies as well. Both of you, at the same time grabbing your own wine glasses to gulp the last bit of red wine and seeing how red face but synchronised the two of you were made both of you laugh.
While following the man out the door, you see Jeonghan send a quick text and place his phone in his pocket. Once you're out of the restaurant with another thanks and apologies to the worker who shuts the door behind you two, your whole body shakes at the cold. Jeonghan seeing this quickly takes off his own jacket and wraps it around you.
"Oh stop! Now you're cold!" you almost shout as you attempt to take it off.
"I'm wearing a long sleeve and you're sleeveless, the car and my driver should be coming around soon as well. Would you like me to take you home?" He asks and explains.
You shake your head as a no, "I don't want to intrude, I can call an uber." You reply, going to unzip your purse to grab your phone.
Then a nice, sleek black car stops in front of you two. Jeonghan grabs your hand that was about to open your purse and leads you to the car, opening the back door for you and gesturing to get in.
"Please. It's for my comfort to see you get home safely." He continues to insist and you finally give in, getting in the car as he shuts the car door behind you while going around the other side. When Jeonghan is sat next to you in the backseat, the middle seat separating you two. You give the driver your address as the drive to yours starts.
"This is Minjun by the way, he's Seventeen's driver when we drink too much but drove there. Our company insisted that it was too risky to use the designated driver services restaurants have or taxis so the company has its own for us." He explained, you see Minjun nod through the mirror as a hello and you do the same back.
"So this is your car?" you ask, looking around slightly. It was an expensive car for sure and Jeonghan takes care of it well.
"Yeah it is, it's like my baby. Just sucks I barely get to use it though." He says with a scratch to the back of his neck.
"Did you use it to drive to the family party?" You ask and he nods.
"I had to give the family the whole tour and yet, the person I wanted to impress the most wasn't even there." He confesses and you blush knowing he meant you.
"Jeonghan, I liked you when you were still a teenager with that bob cut that reminded me of young Justin Bieber. You don't need to do much to impress me." You ramble, but as you turn your head to look at him. It was the first time the whole night he looked shocked.
You were confused. "Oh as if you didn't know, it was so obvious!" you insist and he only shook his head as a no.
"You liked me all the way back then?" He almost shrikes.
"From the very first day I met you. You were like, my first ever crush" you confessed with a hint of confusion in your tone. Your best friend obviously noticed and so did her parents, so as embarrassing as it was, you thought he knew too.
Before Jeonghan could respond, Minjun from the driver seat coughs. You look out the window and see your home, you reach out to open the door.
"Wait, let me get the door for you." Jeonghan says as he opens his own door and walks over to open yours. Reaching a hand for you to grab as you still wear his jacket. He shuts the door behind you when you stand and both of you walk to your front door. Still hand in hand.
"Thank you for tonight... Did you want to..." You stammer out, gesturing to the door but he only smiles and nods a no.
"I think we both had too much to drink angel, I wouldn't want to take advantage of you at all." Jeonghan reassures while using his thumb to stroke your hand.
The way he said it, the overall respect and care for you while realising this was the first date in ages that clearly didn't just want to get in your pants to the point they deny an invitation (and you don't give it out a lot). You felt weak, almost like the young teenager who saw Jeonghan for the first time.
"Can I kiss you though?" Jeonghan suddenly asks, you snap out of your daze with a nod. Maybe a bit too eager but he didn't care and quickly brings you in close with one arm around your waist and a hand on the side of your neck to kiss you.
Oh teenager you could never imagine this happening, and even if you did, it would not be nowhere near as magical as this felt. The way both your lips moved made all the most sense, Jeonghan was a good fucking kisser and the red wine only added so much more to it. The kiss was reaching making out territory and you knew it, so you pressed your body into Jeonghan to signal how badly you wanted him right there. It made him seperate the kiss with an aching sigh, leaning his forehead onto yours as both of you caught your breaths.
"Baby, if we keep going I'm going to accept your invitation and I can't with how much I like you. I need to see you again. Soon." He whispers with a hint of desperation.
You felt the exact same way.
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Needing the opinion of the person you trusted the most, you stand taking mirror pictures of yourself in black lingerie and hoping it does your body justice. You were getting ready for your second date with Jeonghan, the constant texting for the last two weeks made you more excited for the night to come. Especially the texts that were on the brink of sexting. The attraction from the both of you were undeniable and it would be a straight up lie to say that you haven't gotten yourself off to the thought of him. Which made you feel so dirty with how respectful Jeonghan has been to you the whole time. With the haze of excitement, you finally send the mirror pictures to your best friend.
5:20pm :
ok ik this is weird to ask bc hes your cousin but is this hot enough? might not happen but maybe being prepared will manifest it to happen tonight #needhim
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You place your phone down and put on the black dress you had prepared, this time a mini body con dress still appropriate for a fancy dinner. The choice of black once again was your remembrance of him slipping that black was a good colour on you, hence why the black lingerie as well. When you hear your phone alert you of a text, you run quickly to answer it after finally successfully zipping your dress up.
5:25pm : from yoon jeonghan
I'm not (your best friend name) but that is more than hot enough.
Your eyes grew wide, oh there's no fucking way you did that.
5:26pm : to yoon jeonghan
Holy shit, please forget I sent that this is so embarrassing.
5:27pm : from yoon jeonghan
Hard to forget, but I will for you.
Also not embarrassing at all.
I'll be there to pick you up in 20 minutes, is that okay?
You react with a thumbs up, plopping backside on your bed with a groan.
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The night consisted of this. A drive that started off torturous with your embarrassment eating you alive but Jeonghan being Jeonghan made you feel comfortable only after a few minutes in.
Dinner was amazing once again, you asked him how he always knows the best places to eat and he confessed that he asked around for the best date spots. He only had one glass of wine and you had one cocktail, it was evident how both of you wanted the night to end. Him joking, slightly joking but probably entirely serious that he wanted to be completely sober and remember everything with you.
Now it was finally the drive back, the sexual tension in the air was thick that it was eating you alive as both of you hummed to what was playing on the radio. Though you two were holding hands, you were fighting a war in your brain to just move both your hands to your thigh and see if he raises it. Watching him drive with one hand made you imagine what else he can do with his fingers, with you specifically.
"Can I be honest with you?" Jeonghan utters, you don't miss the grip on the car wheel get tighter.
"Of course" You answer back ignoring the lump in your throat.
"I care about you so much, for a long time now. I don't want you to think I'm a pig... But I've spent the whole night thinking about those photos you texted me." He vents.
You let go of your joint hands just to grab his wrist and lead it inside your dress for him to feel the wet patch through your underwear. Already stopping at the traffic light, he looks at you, mouth slightly open at the side of his hand disappearing and feeling the tip of his fingers being wet.
With full eye contactn and confidence, you finally say
"Jeonghan, if you don't take me back to my place and fuck me like you've been wanting to. I'll be so upset."
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Eager mouths and bumping into walls was all that was heard in your lovely home. Hands ravaged each other as one by one clothes were taken off before even reaching the bedroom door. By the time you kicked it open as he shut it behind you two, you were left in the black lingerie you sent him and Jeonghan in only his pants. Your window was closed but curtains were open, making your room not completely pitch dark and it gave Jeonghan the opportunity to break the heated kiss to finally take a look at you. Though the lingerie was black, it was practically see through with only lace around your tits and pussy. Most importantly, your drenched laced panties pussy.
"You are fucking beautiful" he breathlessly complimented. It made you not want to shy away your body for once as he placed his mouth on your still covered up tits, all at the same time using his large hand to cup your pussy through the fabric. Thumb circling on your clit and the friction of the fabric made it all more delicious. You gasp loudly at the overstimulating pleasurable feeling. His mouth stops his torture once his purpose of your laced bra being as wet as your underwear is all done.
"You're so wet for me princess, did I do this? Without even properly touching you?" Jeonghan taunts and you whimper while nodding.
"Use your words." He orders.
"Yes sir." You reply.
The sir slipping out only made Jeonghan secretly buckle.
"Such a good girl, already knows what to say without me telling her. Your sir's good girl, aren't you?" He asks.
"Yes sir, I'm your good girl."
The car lights from someone driving past wakes you up and you turn to look at the window but before you could even offer or walk to close the curtains you hear a tsk from Jeonghan.
"Keep it open, they should see you belong to me."
As he sits on the edge of the bed, he uses two fingers to usher you to come towards him. By animalistic instinct you get on all fours and crawl to where he sat, Jeonghan can't hide the smirk on his face. You're perfect. How your minds feel linked with how you abide by what he wants without even knowing... He would never push you to do anything you're uncomfortable with but he can't hide his content that you two share the same kinks.
He tilts your head forward with two fingers below your chin, you lift your face up by his actions.
"Can I tell you what I want to do to you?" Jeonghan announces, you nod.
"I want to make you cum as much as you can handle until you're shaking. Want to see how much I can push this pretty body and mark it mine. Is that okay?" He explains, the fact he asks for consent as well... You feel your pussy get even more wetter, to the point it feels it's reached down your thighs.
"Yes sir, please ruin me. I'm all yours." You beg.
With that, all he did was pick you up and place you on the bed next to him. You squeal at how easy it was for him to do so, the cute noise coming out of your mouth making Jeonghan kiss your cheek softly, the last cute action he'll probably do for the night as he lays you down softly. Your head hitting your pillows as he's above you.
"I'm so obsessed with you princess" he quietly admits, but you catch it and it makes you kiss him eagerly. He slips his tongue in your mouth and you know there's no point in fighting for dominance because he'll win anyways. You feel his hands grip your wrists that lay on each side of your body, his mouth now travelling down to your neck placing both a mix of sweet kisses, bites and all together devouring your neck that it makes you grind up into nothing. He snickers at your desperation, lifting his leg higher that was kneeled between your legs to give you friction. You moan as your eyes travel backwards. "Grind on my knee baby girl while I mark you" Jeonghan orders and you do exactly so.
You felt so restraint but so hot all at the same time, body panting as you feel Jeonghan's lips on your breasts as his hands grip your wrists even tighter. The rough friction of your lace panties and his pants making you desperate for more. You hiss when you feel his teeth bite into your chest, he does it multiple times and you love it. Finding out that Jeonghan is a man of his word and was not joking when he said he wanted to mark you up.
You feel his lips move downward, a trail of his wet tongue in it's wake even poking your belly button as you squeal and fidget (but not too much as his hands were still around your wrists that were pinned at the side of your body). He realises he loves every sound that comes out of your mouth, you sigh in relief once you feel the cool air hit your pussy from his teeth bringing your laced underwear down to your ankles, letting go of one of your wrists for a quick second to toss the underwear behind him.
One tongue swipe made you lift your hips up to his face to grind as he tsked, releasing the same wrist to hold your thighs down. He stares up at you with a glare in his eyes "Patience princess." he orders. As punishment, his lips move to your inner right thigh instead, so so close to where you needed him as his hair brushes against it instead. With his arm still pushing down your left thigh, he moves his thumb to rub onto your clit all while still leaving marks. The sensation was new to you, lips on your inner thighs when you barely get someone to eat you out as it is. The sting from the bites he leaves only makes you more aroused, he uses the same hand that was rubbing your clit to now have one finger in you. The intrusion making you sigh in relief.
"Fuck, that feels so good" this moan of a sentence followed with a scream when Jeonghan at the same time bites your thigh and slips in another finger. You can feel his grin once he realises the clench between his fingers when pain strikes you and to further test it, he bites into your thigh again, you groan at the teasing as his fingers go faster. He alternates his mouth to leaving hickies on both your inner thighs as his fingers continues to thrust into you.
"Jeonghan I'm going to c-cum" you announce, he nods still leaving as much hickies as he can make and curling his fingers for your release. You do, with your back arched and hands gripping his hair to keep you steady. Your panting by the end of it, his lips finally release from your skin to watch you and put his fingers in his mouth to taste you. You watch his every move, biting your lip as you see him blissfully close his eyes and a smile form on his face. Once he releases it with a pop, he's back to lying stomach down on the bed. Arms now wrapped around both your thighs. Before you even tell him that you're still sensitive, he dives in to eat you out. His eyes never leaving you to see your reaction.
Truth be told, the taste of you on his fingers were not near enough. You tasted so sweet and heavenly, he could eat you out for hours and maybe he would because even his impatience got the best of him, not even warning you before diving in. As you looked down your eyes rolled back to your head seeing how deep he was. His nose resting on your clit as his eyes never left yours, his mouth making out with your pussy as his tongue drew figure 8s in your hole. His arms being wrapped around your thighs were putting pressure on the hickies he placed and though you initially hissed at the pain, it added onto the pleasure.
As you didn't get a break between your last orgasm and the fact Jeonghan's mouth is the best you've ever had, you came once again. Despite the sensitivity, Jeonghan didn't leave his spot and tasted every drop that came out of you. It took you using your own hands to push his head away to get him to stop, his eyes showing displeasure from this move but still letting you take a breath anyway. Body panting as he rubbed soothing circles on your hips.
"Thank you sir" you said, he only laughed in response.
"I'm not done with you angel and you're not pushing my head away to stop. If you really want me to, the safe word is pink. Understand?" he commanded,
With a gulp. You only nodded, his eyes were stern.
"Words princess." he responded.
"Yes sir." You replied
That's all it took for him to dive back in his favourite meal as you grip onto the sheets beside you to attempt to steady yourself for the long night that's about to come.
Jeonghan has been so giving to you, you scream as you cum from his mouth for the nth time. Your body was sweaty and you were so wet that it was leaking into your thighs, but no cum was being wasted not when he was addicted to the taste of it. Jeonghan alternated with you cumming on his mouth or fingers or both, you hadn't used your safe word and you don't see yourself doing so anytime soon but one thing was for sure you needed his cock. He currently had his tongue flickering your bud as three fingers vastly thrusted in you, the pink in your face was from the intense orgasms but also the slight embarrassment that your slick created such a prominent sound in the room that the movement of his fingers were so loud.
With still his fingers in you, Jeonghan came up to kiss your mouth and you accepted him. Humming at the taste of your cum and juices all over his lips and chin. Breaking apart when he heard the noise from your mouth, he grinned.
"See, even you know how delicious you are. How can I stop tasting you, could do this for hours baby." He proclaimed, you whined and nodded your head as a no. The shock of his face evident but with one hand you start touching him through his pants.
"I want to taste you too sir, please. And you can still taste me too, at the same time" You begged but also asked, his eyes gleamed.
He stands up from the bed to put his pants down. Though you had multiple orgasms, the sudden emptiness in your pussy made it clench. You drool at the sight of his hard cock that leaked of precum. Without him even asking you; you repositioned your body to be lying landscaped on the bed. Your lower legs hanging over on one side as your head is half still on your mattress and slightly hanging on the other side where your eyes are met with Jeonghan's cock. He has a million questions circling in his head, the slight possessiveness of him wondering if you've done this with someone else or had just had fantasies of it like he did (it's the latter) as you knew exactly how to position yourself without him asking or moving you as he planned.
He strokes your cheek but hisses feeling your lips touch his leaking tip, you hum at tasting his cum and smile seeing how sensitive he already is.
"You can't use your words angel, so do anything with your hands to hurt me. Scratch me if it gets too much alright? It's okay and we'll stop straight away." He vocalises. Though he was dominant, the constant need of wanting to reassure you made your heart do summersaults.
You nodded as a response and took more of his cock in your mouth as Jeonghan shimmied more closer, he could watch you forever. Groaning seeing the outline of his cock in your throat as you go deeper but as much as he loved the sight, he needed to taste you again even more. Moving his body downwards, he wrapped his arms around your inner thighs, elbows on the bed as he dove back into your pussy and it had you automatically moaning around his cock. The vibration adding more pleasure to him that his nails dug into your already laid with hickies thighs.
Both of you were engulfed in each other, Jeonghan closely hovering over you that he could lay on your body if his elbows gave in. It was overwhelming but you couldn't resist it. You wanted more and you got more. Though you've always wanted to do this, there wasn't anyone you trusted enough to ask. Until Jeonghan.
You swirled your tongue around Jeonghan's cock as he thrusted into your mouth, all your senses were him, mouth full of drool over his cock and your lips. Jeonghan lapped at your clit, the position having him closer to your bud as he continuously drew figure 8s and stuck his tongue in your hole. Having his cock in your mouth only added more pleasure to you, usually being able to control your hips you couldn't this time as you basically humped his face and he loved it. Knowing his face was coated in your juices while his cock was in your mouth drove Jeonghan to his orgasm quicker than he ever had, so engulfed in eating your pussy he came in your mouth without warning.
The mix of his sweet cum going down your throat as he groaned into your pussy and added pain onto your thighs because of gripping them tight made you cum at the exact same time. Not wanting to overwhelm you any further, Jeonghan quickly stood up and released his cock out of your mouth to watch you swallow. With your vision back you looked up to make eye contact with him as you swallowed his cum. Exactly what he wanted to see.
He stands there in silence for a few seconds, huffing and catching his breath while stroking your hair. It makes you reposition yourself from lying down to sitting up with your back legs tucked under your bum. He doesn't miss you squeezing your inner thighs while doing so, seeing you in all your glory. Doe like eyes staring up at him waiting for his next move, you were so beautifully perfect for him. He grabs your face to kiss you as a response, the sudden movement surprising you and it's at this moment Jeonghan truly realises he wants to forever keep surprising you with kisses full of the passion he has for you.
When the kiss broke, he orders you to lay back down with your head in the pillows like last time. You ask him to fuck you raw and he chokes on his own saliva, you giggle seeing his dominance quiver.
"Are you sure baby?" He asks
"I trust you, I'm on the pill and want to feel every bit of you."
Jeonghan could not get on the bed fast enough, you spread your legs to practically welcome him. Cock already hard again, he slaps it against your pussy lips, your pussy still coated with juices and so wet that it already coated his cock. He grabbed your left leg to put it over his shoulder as he finally thrusted in, he was only half way but still had to close his eyes to steady himself.
You truly were perfectly made for him.
"I want all of it sir, please" you beg below him, one hand now gripping on his other shoulder. Of course, he obliged. Sinking himself fully in, you arch your back feeling the fullness and grit of his cock.
His pace begins to fasten, making you moan out loud.
"Fuck, feels so good sir, more, more" You continue to almost chant, his pace fastening once again as he grips on your leg tighter and the other hand on the headboard above you. Though the pleasure was also overwhelming him, his eyes never left watching you. The way your tits bounced, the faces of pleasure and noises you made. He loved every bit of it.
Jeonghan shifted his hips a bit and that slight movement made him find the spot you needed, making you scream and grip his shoulder tighter. "Oh my god! Oh my fucking god there, there!" Throwing your head back, mouth gaping and eyes closing.
"Open your eyes, look at me baby" he panted out an order.
Wanting to please him, you open your eyes again despite the pleasure being overwhelming that you felt your senses losing it.
"Good girl" he compliments, he feels your pussy tighten at the words.
"My baby likes that? Likes being called good girl?" he taunts with a smile, you could only whimper as response. Feeling your stomach tighten again, "sir I-" you start.
Jeonghan nods "I know, let go baby" and you do exactly so. His pace stills as you cum around his cock and so you can catch a breather. You appreciate this, because you have no idea how many orgasms Jeonghan has pulled from you tonight but it's catching up to you. Feeling your eyes slightly flutter and droop, he catches this. Automatically pulling out which makes you whine from the emptiness.
"No, no sir I can take one more I swear please want to make you cum. Have your cum in me please, please" you babble as you reach for him to come back.
He wants to ask again if you're sure but the way your eyes stare at him and the way your arms are already around his neck to pull him closer says enough. He thrusts into you slowly, you wrap your legs around him and usher him to go faster and that it's okay.
It was all Jeonghan needed to go back to his old fast pace, you sigh happily and moan at the feeling. Your cum adding another layer around his cock and the way you lifted your hips to meet his thrusts made his eyes roll to the back of his head.
He drops his head into your shoulder, whispering how he's going to cum, your needy and begging response mixed with your moans of "cum in me sir, please I want it so bad." was all it took for him to go over the edge.
The warm feeling of his cum painting you white and how he bit your shoulder made your sensitive cunt reach its final orgasm of the night. Feeling this, Jeonghan felt more of his load shoot into you. He doesn't recall ever having such a powerful orgasm before, like he's said all night you were truly made for him and this was the final telling that he needed you forever.
In the position for a few minutes with heavy pants and soft kisses on the lips between you two, you finally unwrap your legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders, as Jeonghan's cock left your pussy he watched the mix of his load and your cum spill out. A sight that he'd never forget. Jeonghan goes to stand up to get you cleaned up but you pull his arm to come back.
"I'm just going to clean you up" he reassures you but you shake your head back and forth as a no, feeling yourself drift as it is.
"Just come cuddle please" You softly say and he can never say no to you, going back to lying in bed next to you and pulling you closer. Wrapping your legs around each other, he wrapped his arms around you and your head naturally laid on his chest.
"You're mine princess right?" Jeonghan asks, stroking your cheek as he feels your eyelashes fluttering on his chest as you fight against your tiredness taking over.
Nodding, "I'm all yours for as long as you want me" You respond, feeling his lips kiss your forehead as you go to sleep. The last thing you hear him say "You're mine and I'm yours forever."
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Going outside your bedroom, the new morning light making you rub your eyes. You're shocked to see a shirtless Jeonghan wearing only his briefs sitting on your living room floor assembling the Ikea shelf you bought for said room that you've been procrastinating on doing so.
Sneaking up behind him, you kneel down and wrap your arms around his body. "What are you doing?" you muffled on his bare shoulder giving it a quick kiss.
"I saw this while getting myself water and I thought why not do it for my baby, her hands have way more important things to do than this." He turns his head, sucking in a breath when he realises you're only wearing his button up white top from last night that consumed you like a dress.
He spun himself around making you squeal as you were suddenly on his lap, Jeonghan groans feeling you bare on his briefs. Lifting the top up slightly to see you with no underwear and most importantly already getting his briefs wet as he teases a finger to your clit.
"Already wet and I haven't even done anything?" Jeonghan teases.
You groan, "I get wet at even the thought of you Yoon Jeonghan."
Hi gorgeous! Just saying I really loved house tour your writing is French kisses , can I request something? I'm thinking like Heeseung and girlfriend or wife who cries when she got through hard day and physically drained, I lowkey think it's a lame idea you don't have to do it if you dont want to. Love you!
hi beautiful !! i'm so sorry for the late response but this has officially been added to my otw , thank you for being my first non smut and non related to man's best friend request !!
AND THANK U FOR THE COMPLIMENT ON MY WRITING !! it means so much, your idea is chefs kiss and not at all lame <3
Hiii i’m absolutely in love with the way you write the enha members!! I’m not sure if you’re taking reqs rn but was wondering if you’d be interested in writing the members messing around with their partners while the others are still at the dorm? 🫣
oh im livingg!! for this ideaaa & i'm always taking requests! <3
[enha reactions: caught by another member]
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ HEESEUNG ♡
the bed creaks with every thrust, heeseung has a firm hair tangled in your hair, burying your face into the sheets. your cries are muffled as he drives into you from behind. back curving beautifully, ass rippling with each sharp thrust. the room is dark except for the soft glow of heeseung's lamp. his forehead is damp, thighs tensing with every snap of his hips. it's hard for him to keep his groans quiet.
but he's trying. could hear the chatter from the other guys just on the other side of his door, all rounded up in the living room doing god knows what. he's sure they just think you two are resting, exhausted from the day and wanting to lay down alone for a bit. and while that was the case when you first entered his room, it was almost impossible to cuddle with your insanely enticing boyfriend for longer than twenty minutes.
so of course, when thing was leading to another. "fuck, baby. look at you..." he groans, hips angled so he's able to slip deeper inside of you. "swallowing me right up, does it feel good, baby?" he's so focused on the way his dick disappears within your dripping pussy, he doesn't hear the door creaking open.
"hyung, we're all goin-" jungwon's words are cut off with a gasp, standing frozen in the doorway. your ears perk up at the sound, head shifting just slightly and your body goes cold when your eyes land on the younger boy. his wide eyes are glued to you, his adam's apple bobbing as his mouth parts, heat surging through him. he can't look away, despite your mortified expression, he can't help but drink you in.
the perfect arch of your spine, the way your thighs trembled, the sinful sound skin colliding - heeseung yet to realize he was standing right there. jungwon never once imagined seeing you like this, had always played the role of 'big sis' in the two years you've been dating heeseung and he never pictured you as anything else. but now.
you're gasping a second too late, the sound sending a pang of arousal throughout his body. "heeseung." you hiss, arm reaching back to swat heeseung away. cheeks burning red as mortification tangles with pleasure, but the older boy doesn't even flinch. eyes finding jungwon standing in the door way and he doesn't panic, doesn't falter, doesn't stop. the look on his face too familiar, he can tell exactly what he's thinking.
so instead, he's pulling you harder against him, his pace growing brutal and unapologetic. the bed slams against the wall, and you're gasping - body trembling under the force. "hee-" you try again, but he's quick to cut you off. "don't look at him," his hand presses between your shoulder blades, pushing your face back into the sheets. fingers going back into your hair to hold you there. his head is snapping up toward the door, jaw clenched and sweat beading at his temple.
"close the door." he growled, never missing a stroke, every thrust punctuating the command.
jungwon's hand shook on the knob, lips parted as if he wanted to speak, but all that slipped out was a strangled breath. your blush deepened, shame curling tighter, fighting the way your body pulsed helplessly beneath heeseung's punishing rhythm. you wanted so badly to sink into the mattress, vanish completely, but heeseung left you no escape.
"please," you whimper, half in embarrassment, half in desperation but his thrusts only grows rougher, leaning close to your ear. "mine. let him hear it." his grip bruised into your hips, pace feral leaving you clawing at the sheets as your moans fill the room. the sharp slam of the door finally echoed, jungwon gone.
heeseung doesn't let up, though. he continues to fuck you hard, relentless, lips dragging over the shell of your ear. "think i'm gonna stop just because he saw?" he taunts, "you're mine. every inch, every sound, every breath. say it." your voice breaks, high and needy. "i'm yours!" you squeal, arousal clashing until you're melting under him, hips rutting back helplessly.
his smirk curves against your skin, grip tightening around your body. "mine," he snarls, fucking you all the way through your orgasm - the loud sounds of your moans no doubt being heard throughout the house.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ JAY ♡
jays body is pressed flushed against yours, skin hot and sticky with sweat as he drove into you with a merciless rhythm. his face is buried in your neck, lips dragging sloppy, open-mouthed kisses across your skin, muffling his low groan. your head dangles off the edge of the mattress, black waves sprawled across the floor, your glossy lips parted as you moaned his name.
he doesn't care that you're about to fall of the bed and neither do you. the bed creaks with every thrust, the sound drowned out by the rough slapping of skin. his mouth bites and sucks at your skin, pulling back only slightly to admired the marks he left from your neck to your chest. he loved seeing you like this.
you were his, no doubt about it, and jay never hesitated to prove it. to you and to anyone else around. he loved knowing that he was the only one that could have you like this, because you were the only one that could make him this fucked out. why else would he be holed up in his room when the rest of his friends were lounging around the pool, cooking and play fighting in the water.
rejecting their invite way too fast because he'd rather spend time alone with you, no amount of fun he could have with the guys comparing to how it feels to be inside of you. it was hypnotic, from the way your nails felt against his scalp to the way your pussy clenched so tight around him. nothing could make him lose his mind the way that you did, consistently failing to focus when you were involved and he didn't care in the slightest bit.
you hear the loud stomps in front of the door over the sound of jay's grunts, his eyes rolling back as he pushes especially deep inside of you. the world is flipped upside down in your vision, but you see the door being pushed up, sunghoon entering without so much as a knock. "jay, food-" he stops dead in his tracks, frozen, wide-eyed and unable to look away from the way your tits bounced with every thrust, the soft curve of your waist all the way down to where jay's hips meet yours.
your breath hitches, throat closing up as your wide eyes stare back at him. you're also frozen, can't even lift your arm to push jay away. body rigid as sunghoon stands there, watching you get fucked. jay doesn't notice your sudden silence at first. he's too drunk off of the way your body feels under him, the sight of your flushed skin and the slick sounds echoing between you. "fuck, you feel unreal, baby... keep moaning for me," he hisses into your neck, biting down lightly as he rutted deeper.
his hand clamps down hard on your hip, pulling you back into each stroke, chasing the sound he loved so much. but when the silence stretches instead of your usual sweet sweet whimpers filling the room, he's finally pulling back just enough to look at you. but your eyes aren't even on his. flushed face, lips trembling, head tilted and eyes wide as your gaze stays locked on the door. he follows your gaze.
jay doesn't falter for a second when his gaze lands on sunghoon, instead he's smirking. he doesn't pull away either, just slows his thrusts, grinding into you deeper - deliberately. his mouth brushes against your ear as he mumbles, "you see that? he's watching how well you take me," his teeth grazes your jaw, voice dropping lower. "bet he wishes it was him,"
you whimper, absolutely mortified, but your hips still roll up to meet his. blush burning hot and spreading across your chest. "look at you," jay chuckles, dragging his thumb down your lower lip, easily pulling it from between your teeth. the same action has him smearing your gloss down your chin. he grins, feeling the way you clench tight around him, a shudder running through you that has him groaning low.
"getting so wet, knowing he can see you. my perfect girl," he praises. sunghoon stutters, brain seeming to turn back on in that exact moment. his cheeks are flushed pink, eyes blinking fast as he stumbles out of the room with a slam of the door. jay's laughter fills the room, face nuzzling into your neck to hide the sound. and you're groaning, finally able to lift your arms to cuddle your face. "i'm never going to be able to look him in the eye again!" you shout.
that was the least of jay's worries, he's reaching up to pull your hands from your face before leaning down to kiss you hard. devouring you with every movement of his lips, you can practically feel the possessiveness dripping from his skin. "who cares. let him look. let them all look," his words are punctuated with another bruising thrust, grin wicked as your nails dig into his back.
"just proves you're mine."
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ JAKE ♡
jake's helpless whines fill the room, that and the wet sound of your ass slapping against his thighs. his chocolatey thick curls cling damply to his forehead as he lays flat on the bed, your fist gripping it at the root. he grips at the sheets, chest heaving with every bounce of your hips. you love how wrecked you have him, his eyes squeezed shut, mouth parted, breathy moans spilling out no matter how hard he tried to swallow them back.
always such a 'bro' in front of his friends, but never failing to fall apart when it was just the two of you. even though their loud video game tournament was happening only a few feet from his room, heeseung and sunghoon's loud bickering being heard over the chatter. typically, he'd be right out there too, shouting and cussing, probably accusing someone of cheating.
but you were deciding as soon as you were entering his apartment that he'd look better beneath you, so that's exactly where he'll stay. "f-fuck, baby. slow down," he gasps, but the shudder in his voice betrays him. you smirked, leaning forward - the tip of your nose brushing against his cheek as you tug his head back. he's forced to look up at you while you roll your hips deliberately slow, watching the way his stomach flexes and his hips twitch.
"like this, my love?" your voice is sickeningly sweet and he's squirming, hands gripping your hips tight as he tries to lift his hips. "you feel so good, baby." he can feel every squeeze and tug of your walls, from the base of his cock all the way to the tip and it's making it hard for him to see straight. you're giggling, something sinister behind you - the sound being punctuated with the way you're slamming harder down onto him - going right back to your unrelenting pace.
his body jerks, hips arching to meet your bounces with untimed thrusts. "fuck, yn." he grunts, whining louder than intended when you're clenching around him. he's seconds from losing it, hands frantically traveling from your hips to your breasts. a familiar heat pooling in the pit of his stomach, he's so close. can almost taste it, but the door creaking open has his entire body going stiff.
his head whips toward the sound, wide eyes finding riki standing in the doorway. the question he intended on asking dying on his lips as he stares there, mouth hanging open as his wide eyes dart between the two of you. "bro!" jake yelps, scrambling upright so fast he nearly knocks you off of him. his reflexes are fast, arms wrapping around your waist and tugging you down against his chest - hiding you there.
he looks so cute, ears burned red, panic written all over his features. "this isn't- it's not what it looks like!" he says lamely, he had been whining out so loudly, it's fair for him to be worried that one of his friends might of heard. riki blinks once, then raises a brow a low chuckle falling from his lips.
"it looks exactly like what it is," his voice was flat, almost amused, eyes dragging shamelessly over the sight of you perched up on jake's lap. pretty brown skin glowing with sweat, things trembling from exertion. it's hot. even hotter that you didn't look the least be phased by his intrusion.
you don't move, leaning back so your hands are set on jake's thighs. he's still buried inside of you and the way he throbs against your walls eggs you on. but your eyes stay locked on riki, the corner of your mouth tugged upward in a daring smirk, like you had planned for him to see his friend like this. jake groans, mortified, head falling back against the pillows as he tries to hide his face.
"yn, don't-" he warns, knowing you well enough to guess what you're thinking. his voice is cute, muffled by the pillows as his arms tighten protectively around you. you only hum, slowly lifting your hips from his before you're dropping them back down hard and fast. jake whines, whole body shuddering as he lifts his arm to cover his eyes.
riki's lips curl into a grin, shaking his head in disbelief. "damn, hyung. didn't knlow you could get fucked stupid like that," he snorts and you're giggling, hips rocking harder against his. jake's head is snapping up, the tingle rising low in his belly as you move. "get out!" he shouts, voice cracking halfway through, making his anger sound more desperate than intimidating.
riki lets out another laugh, "alright, alright. just... wow" his eyes flicker over you one last time before he steps back out of the room - making sure to lock the door behind him. the door shuts and jake's head falls back against the pillows again, a groan leaving his lips. "i'm never living that down," he grumbles, but you're shrugging - leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his lips.
"relax, baby. he's just jealous." you grin, walls flexing around him. jake groans again, dragging his hands down his face, the frown on his face now directed at you. "and don't think i didn't see you smirking at him, yn. why would-" his oncoming lecture is cut short with a threatening roll of your hips, reminding him exactly where you still were. "shh, baby. let me make it up to you," you grin, soft kisses trailing from his cheek down the length of his neck as your hips rolling - easily pulling pretty moans from his lips.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ SUNGHOON ♡
the room was dim, the air heavy with the sound of skin meeting skin. you're sat up on sunghoon's lap, back pressed against his chest and legs wrapped on either one of his thighs. every ripple from your ass slapping down on him has him groaning low in his chest. his hand is wrapped firmly around your throat, tilting your head back just enough so it's resting on his shoulder. glossy lips parted in a needy whine, lashes fluttering against your flushed cheeks.
"look at you," he whispers roughly, squeezing at your throat just enough to make your breath catch. "so fucking perfect for me," his pace picks up, bouncing you harder against his lap with the grip he has on your waist. you can barely think straight, broken gasps leaving your lips as your hips grind down against his. "sunghoon, please- i'm so close..." your head turns to the side, lips sucking wet kisses into the skin of his neck.
his hand dips down instantly, the tips of his fingers finding your throbbing clit. "need me to take care of you, princess?" his fingers are already drawing circles against your clit before you can even respond, head bobbing in agreement either way, the only word you're able to muster is 'please,' so you repeat it over and over as your release nears.
you're whining and twisting in his arms, teeth biting at his neck to mask the moans that slip. it's late. most of the guys hanging out in their rooms, playing games or just talking. so you're trying not to be too loud, although, sunghoon doesn't care the slightest bit. he liked you loud, liked the noises you made when you were close - so he's snapping his hips against yours roughly, causing you to cry out.
"i left it in hyung's room, wait-" it's sunoo's voice nearly the door, but before either of you can react, the door is creaking open and the loud gasp makes your body go stiff. "oh my god!" sunoo's shriek pierces the air, high-pitched and horrified. his hand immediately slaps over his eyes as he stumbles back a step but not before catching the full sight of you.
your back is arched, skin glistening, tits round an bouncing as sunghoon keeps rutting up into you without hesitation. your face is flaming, ready to scramble off and hide under the sheets, but sunghoon doesn't let you. his grip on tightening around your throat, holding your back tight against his. "don't stop, babe. he shouldn't have walked in," his hips snap harder, making you cry out despite the audience.
sunoo wails louder, hand waving in front of his face. "are you kidding me!? my eyes! i need bleach. i need a PRIEST!" he shouts, fumbling for the doorknob, hand still clamped over his face. you're sure your expression matches sunoo's but your face is buried in sunghoon's neck. "hoonie," you whimper, but sunghoon only smirks, chest rumbling against your back as he mutters in your ear, "let him scream. i'm not done with you," his hips press firmly against yours, his cock buried deep inside of you.
the door slams shut, sunoo's dramatic complaints echoing down the hall. and yet, sunghoon only holds you tighter, his voice hot against your skin. "now bounce for me, baby. want to feel you cum,"
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ SUNOO ♡
the couch cushion dipped beneath you as sunoo pressed you down, his hips grinding desperately against yours. your panties were the only barrier, the thin cotton damp from how long he'd been rutting against you. his breath was uneven, shaky little whines spilling out as he buried his face against your neck.
your fingers are tangled in his hair, tugging lightly just to hear the pretty gasp he lets out. "feels good, baby?" you whisper, soft lips brushing against his ear.
sunoo's grip on your waist tightens, his voice high and needy. "so good, baby... fuck-" he groans, hips bucking harder against you. he was flushed everywhere - cheeks, neck, even the tips of his ears, and the sight of you underneath him, eyes unfocused and glossy, has him trembling. the fact that you're wrapped around him, moaning like this in the middle of the living room is the last thing on his mind.
it had started out innocent, just like it always does. you were sat on his lap, head leaning against his shoulder as you watched the murder mystery unfold on the screen. one too many shift of your hips against him had his attention shifting, soft kisses sucked into your skin. and you were moaning at just that, too sweetly for him to ignore. so of course he'd lay you down, slotting himself between your legs. panting your neck in wet hickeys as his cock stiffens.
"you're so wet already, need me to-" his words are cut off by the patter of feet rushing down the stairs, jay appearing at the landing. he's freezing mid-step when he sees the scene before him. you're spread out on the couch, panties barely clinging to your hips and breasts bare pressed against sunoo's chest. and sunoo shamelessly grinds into you, each thrust shifting your panties.
for a moment, jay just blinks. confused why this is even happening on the couch to begin with. "are you kidding me!?" sunoo jolts upright like he'd been electrocuted, scrambling to grab the blanket on the floor to cover you up. "get out! what the hell!?" his voice cracks as he shouts, tucking your body behind his to shield you from jay's eyes.
"you're in the fucking living room!" jay groans, throwing his hands up to shield his eyes as he backs away back up the stairs. your teeth cut into your lower lip, fighting the laugh that threatens to slip, though your cheeks burned hot. sunoo collapses against you as soon as jay disappears up the stairs, hiding his face in your chest like he could disappear into you.
his muffled groan is pitiful. "i can't live like this. i swear i'm moving out," he rolls his eyes, but you're giggling - hand reaching up to stroke his hair as his whole body trembles.
he's peeking up at you, lips swollen and eyes still glassy with need. "not funny," he sulks, pulling your body closer to his as he leans up to press a soft kiss to your lips. "he's never going to shut up about this," you laugh, arm wrapping around his neck as you slip into his lap. "we might as well finish," you grin.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ JUNGWON ♡
your back is pressed into the cushions of the dorm's couch, hips hanging off the edge of it and legs hooked over jungwon's shoulders. he stands between them, grip tight on either one of your thighs as he drives into you with a pace that's quick, sharp and punishing. your body jerks with every thrust, whimpers falling from our lips and echoing throughout the living room. you're not even trying to be quiet, too drunk on the stretch of him, the way his jaw stayed tight and his hands held your thighs like he owned every part of you (which he did).
you couldn't bother to care if you were being too loud or if someone else knew. you wouldn't of slipped your hand down his shorts in the middle of the living room if you were worried about being caught. the other guys were too focused on enjoying their day off anyway, it was highly unlikely that they'd care what you two were up to.
the yellow light of the lamp washes over you, softening the sheen of sweat along your warm honeyed skin. hair fanning against the couch cushions, strands slightly to your flushed cheeks. you were so pretty like this, it was almost unfair. mascara smudged, lips swollen, dark eyes glazed in lust. your collarbones are covered in wet bites and soft bruises, chest rising with every needy gasp you let out. he doesn't dare look away.
you're squeezing so tight around him too, hands toying with your nipples as your hips weakly lift to meet his. he could stay like this forever. you coating his pussy in your wet slick, the loud squelch of his thrusts loud and clear. "you're making such a mess," jungwon laughs, eyes dropping to the wet stains on the couch. "does it feel that good, baby?"
your head bobs in a breathless nod, "yes, won- fuck, keep fucking me." you sigh, legs spreading as if that would invite more of him inside of you. he's angling his hips, giving you exactly what you want and it has your eyes fluttering. his gaze turns brutal, loving the way your face scrunches as pleasure surges throughout your body.
the fact that he can't tear his eyes off you is exactly why it takes him more than a few seconds to notice the movement behind you. sharp eyes lifting over your bent legs just as jake is fully entering the room. he's scrolling through his phone, barely attention to his surroundings until it's too late.
he chokes out a gasp, eyes going wide as he takes a careful step back. your body shakes under jungwon's grip, brows furrowed in pure bliss and he was immediately understanding why the young boy was always gushing about you being so cute. jungwon's teeth grit, not faltering at all in his face but his face is fixed in a serious scowl. his hand snaps up from your thigh in a firm wave. "go!" he mouths, not wanting you to notice.
jake looks like he had seen a ghost, blinking hard as he stumbles backwards as if retreating could erase what he just walked in on. and the stiffness in his jeans that came with it. he's stunning, clumsy and not watching where he's going so it's only natural that his hip would knock against the broom leaning against the wall. it crashes against the hardwood with a loud thud.
"oh my god!" you jolt, eyes shooting open. breath harsh and fast as your body turns around just in time to catch sight of jake's figure disappearing through the doorway. you're gasping, whipping around to face jungwon, body gone cold but face burning. "jungwon!? was that-" he's cutting you off by pulling you down harder against him, a gasp falling from your lips.
he chuckles. "don't worry about him. he's not the one fucking you right now," and with a bruising thrust, your head falls back against the cushions again, body going numb as he rolls his hips down into you. the sound of your own cries drowning out everything else.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ RIKI ♡
your back is arched off the mattress, shoulder blades pressed hard into the sheets as riki holds you up; long fingers digging into your hips. he's kneels in between your legs, driving his hips into yours with a steady rhythm that has your body trembling. every thrust has your breath catching, soft needy whines falling from your lips and it seems to be fueling his pace.
riki was a lot of things. arrogant. cocky. self-centered. your older brother's youngest member who's had a crush on you for as long as you've known him. crude. loud. amazing in bed. he had never bothered to keep his crush on you a secret, asking you out the exact day he met you - and sulking for a week after you rejected him.
but riki was also relentless, flirting shamelessly with you each and every time you came to visit and ending every interaction with an offer to let him take you out. promised to make it 'a night your body will never forget'. and he wasn't lying. a weak moment after being ghosted by euijoo, going to complain to your brother but finding riki instead. your body has been craving him ever since.
heeseung would just have to deal with it.
"my pretty girl," his grin is all teeth and wicked amusement, sweat running down his collarbones as he watches you squirm. "look how needy you get for me," he taunts, voice low and smug as his hips snap forward again. you're whimpering, fingers twisting in the sheets as another thrust hits deep enough to make your vision blur. "riki," you gasp, grabby hands reaching out for him and his grin widens.
his hands slide down your thighs, fingers spread against your soft skin. "tell me, baby." he murmurs, dark eyes raking over the curves of your body - the way your tits bounce with each push of his hips. "tell me how desperate you are for me. for my dick. bet you go to bed dreaming about me fucking you, admit it."
the confession is at the tip of your cum. ready to admit whatever he wanted if he kept fucking you like that. the words die on your lips when you hear the door creaking, riki's dark room glowing with the yellow light of the hallway. your heart stops, body going rigid as you hear the familiar gasp. he had sworn you were the only two home.
"yn?" his voice cracks and it has shame flooding your body. you wanted to go run and hide, to shove riki off and find a way to wipe your brother's memory - but your body was frozen in place. and riki? he looked the least bit phased. "hyung," he greets casually, like he wasn't balls-deep in your pussy, keeping you arched off the bed with a tight grip on your ass. "didn't expect you back so soon,"
heeseung cusses under his breath, fists clenched at his sides. "get the fuck off of her," he barks, anger rushing through his veins. riki's head tilts, mock confusion taking over his features as he glances down at you. "hm, baby? do you want me to stop?" his hand lifts, thumb finding your clit - dark eyes burning into yours.
your body jolts as he starts rubbing circles into the sensitive nub. "heeseung- get out!" your arm flails desperately behind you, shooing him off. you fail to silence the gasp that slips as riki angles his hips just right, body betraying you with a clench that makes his cock throb.
he groans loudly, a lazy smirk settling on his lips as his eyes lifts to heeseung's horrified figure. "and you swore she'd never be interested," his hips snap brutally, making you cry out despite yourself. "look how desperate she is for me," riki grins, clearly proud of himself. "riki!" you're choking out, arm covering your eyes - mortified. every muscle in your body shakes with the effort of holding back your moans.
but riki isn't merciful. had taken it personally when the other guys teased him about his crush, swearing that he never had a chance with you. and heeseung was the unforgiving leader of the taunting. now look at you. and judging from the look on his older friend's face, he regrets underestimating him.
his grip tightens on his ass, lifting you higher into him and rutting so deep your thighs trembles helplessly. "oh my god-" heeseung groans, finally hearing your words from earlier and backing out of the room. too stunned to say anything else. but riki doesn't falter, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. "close the door," his chin juts out toward the door. "unless you wanna hear every sound i can pull out of her," he taunts.
"riki, shut the fuck up!" your voice cracks, torn between fury and the unmistakable warmth pooling in the pit of your stomach. riki only smirks, fucking into you rough enough to make the bedframe shake - the sound being heard over the slam of the door.
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He’s half on top of you, half sprawled like he doesn’t know what to do with his long limbs, shirt riding up his stomach. He looks wrecked already, hair falling into his eyes, lips pink and swollen from kissing. You’ve been at this for hours—all breathless touches and clumsy hands, and neither of you seems to know how to stop.
“You’re heavy,” you mutter, even though you’re the one clinging to him.
He snorts into your neck. “Move me then.”
You try, shoving at his shoulder. He doesn’t budge. Instead, he grins against your skin, smug.
“Exactly"
You want to roll your eyes, but then his hips shift, slow, careless—and that’s when you feel him. Not all the way there yet, just thick and warm, pressing lazily against your thigh with no shame.
Your breath stutters. And of course he catches it, because his head lifts and those big, dark eyes lock on yours like he’s just found something worth teasing.
“Don’t look at me like that,” you warn.
“Like what?” His voice is rough, quieter now, but his mouth twitches upwards.
“Like you’re proud of yourself,” you shoot back.
He hums, leaning closer until his nose brushes yours. “Can’t help it.”
You don’t get the chance to answer before his mouth is on you again, harder this time—messy kisses that swallow whatever comeback you had lined up. His hand slips under your shirt, splayed wide across your stomachh, as if he needs to feel every inch of you at once.
His lips trail down your jaw, lingering at that tender spot just under your ear. He sucks there, slow and deliberate, until you gasp.
“Hees—”
He pulls back just enough to smirk against your skin. “What? Sensitive?”
“Shut up,” you breathe, fingers digging into his shoulders anyway, pulling him closer. His laugh vibrates through you—low and warm, before his teeth settle back on that soft spot again.
You hate how smug he sounds, but the way his teeth scrape lightly over your skin has your hips twitching up toward his. He groans low in his throat before moving lower, kissing along your neck, the curve of your collarbone, the top swell of your chest where your shirt’s slipped down.
“Yeah?” He mouths at your skin, voice muffled. “You don’t sound mad.”
You arch under him when his tongue flicks just beneath your ear again, heat pooling low in your stomach. "Stop—" you start, but it dissolves into a moan as his hand slides lower, skimming past your hip until his fingers hook in the waistband of your sleep shorts.
“Gonna take these off,” he mutters against your throat, fingers dipping beneath the elastic. You freeze—suddenly aware of the cool air hitting your thighs, the way his knuckles brush bare skin. He pauses, waiting for your nod, breath hot on your collarbone. When you finally tilt your chin down, he tugs the shorts past your hips in one swift motion, leaving you bare beneath him.
“Holy shit,” he whispers, thumb brushing over the damp cotton of your panties. His voice is wrecked now, shaky with disbelief. “You’re already—” He cuts himself off with a shaky laugh, pressing his forehead to your shoulder. “Fuck.”
His thumb drags over the thin fabric again, slow, like he needs to double-check what he’s feeling. When it comes back damp, his head tips back with a groan that vibrates in his chest.
“Fuck, baby…” His voice is strained, almost like it hurts. “You’re dripping through.”
You squirm under his weight, heat flashing up your neck. “Don’t say it like that.”
His thumb circles the wet spot, deliberate, and his gaze locks onto yours—dark and heavy. “Why not?” He presses his palm flat against you, the heel of his hand grinding just right. A ragged gasp punches out of you. “Truth hurts?”
“Heeseung...” Your protest dies off in a shaky breath when he slides your shorts the rest of the way down, leaving your underwear clinging, soaked.
His palm presses harder against you, fingers curling possessively over your hipbone. You can feel the tremble in his hand—or is that yours?—as he drags his thumb along the damp seam again, slow, testing.
“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, shaking his head. “You’re a mess. All this—just from me kissing you?”
“Don’t act so innocent,” you mumble, nails digging into his forearms.
That earns you a low laugh, rough and breathless.
“I’m not. I just…” His thumb circles lazily over your clit through the fabric again, making you jolt. “…didn’t know you’d be this wet already.”
Your hips grind up without you meaning to, chasing the pressure, and his breath hitches at the sight.
“Fuck—” He cuts himself off, leans down, and kisses you hard, like he can’t stand another second of not having your mouth on his. His hand keeps moving between your thighs, knuckles brushing, thumb dragging slow circles that make your stomach twist tight.
When he finally pulls back for air, his lips are swollen and shiny, saliva smeared across his chin. “If I slide in like this…” he swallows hard, voice breaking low, “…I won’t last two seconds.”
Your hips lift off the mattress again, seeking friction. “Don’t care,” you breathe, tangling your fingers in the hair at his nape.
Heeseung’s thumb presses down harder, dragging a shaky circle that makes your thighs tense. Then he finally hooks a finger under the edge of your underwear, tugging it aside.
The air hits you first—cool and sharp against slick heat. His thumb skims your clit, feather light, and your whole body jerks. “Easy,” he murmurs, sliding two fingers through your folds, slow gathering everything that’s already dripping down your thighs.
He curses under his breath, gaze fixed between your legs, dragging those wet fingers back up to circle your entrance. He presses in, just the tip, and your hips buck.
You bite down a whimper when he pushes them inside you, easy, no resistance at all.
“Fuck” His jaw tightens as he watches his hand move, fingers disappearing knuckle-deep in you. “You’re swallowing me whole. Look at that.”
Your back arches, head tipping back into the pillow, and his free hand presses to your stomach, pinning you gently. “Stay still for me, baby,” he murmurs, and you hate how wrecked you sound when you whine in response.
You let out a choked gasp, as he pulls his fingers out, slick shining all the way down to his knuckles. Without breaking eye contact, he hooks a hand under the waistband of his sweatpants and tugs them down just enough to free himself, letting his cock spring up in one long, slow reveal.
He wraps that same hand that was inside you around himself, stroking once, twice, and lets out a groan. He’s not even fully hard yet, but thick and heavy in his palm, already twitching from how wet you are.
Heeseung shifts his hips, lining himself up with a rough sigh, pushing your thighs wider with his knees. The sight of him there, flushed and panting, has your pulse racing.
“Gonna feel so good,” he mutters, dragging the head of his cock against you, smearing slick everywhere. He presses forward, slow, burning just right. Your hips lift to meet him, gasping when he bottoms out in one smooth thrust.
The stretch makes your mouth fall open, sharp and slow, every inch sinking deeper as he grows harder inside you. His forehead drops to your shoulder, breath stuttering against your skin, hips pressed flush. For a second, neither of you moves, just the ragged sound of breathing and the heavy pulse of heat where you’re joined. Heeseung’s fingers dig into your hip, trembling. “Holy shit,” he chokes out, voice thick. “I can feel it—fuck, I can feel myself getting hard inside you.”
Your nails dig into his back, the sensation overwhelming as he throbs, swelling bigger, thrusting deeper without moving.
You moan, legs locking around his waist.
He lifts his head just enough to look at you, pupils blown. “Yeah?” His hips roll again, deeper this time, and his voice cracks. “Talk to me. Tell me how it feels.”
Your answer breaks off in another moan when he rocks forward again. He’s still thickening, still swelling with every shallow thrust, and you can feel every twitch against your walls.
You whimper, nails scratching down his biceps. “It’s—ah—it’s too much.”
“No, baby… you’re taking it. Look at you.” He pulls back just enough to watch where you’re joined, cock glistening every time he slides almost out before pushing back in. The sight makes him curse under his breath. “You’re sucking me in so deep.” His hips snap forward again, and you feel the drag of him—hot, thick, stretching you fuller.
Your hips jerk up, chasing him, and he growls, low and sharp. He presses you deeper into the mattress, hand catching your thigh and hooking it over his hip.
“Don’t run,” he pants, pounding in a little harder now, the growing length of him hitting deeper every time. “Stay right there—let me—fuck, let me get all the way hard in you.”
You cry out as he sinks deeper, his cock throbs hot inside you, still hardening until your walls flutter around him, helpless.
Heeseung’s eyes squeeze shut, jaw clenching as he finally stills.
“Oh my fucking god.” His head drops back, sweat already beading at his temple. “You feel insane. I can’t—ah—”
His cock pulses inside you, fully hard now, every twitch making your walls flutter even more. You whine his name again and he snaps, dragging out slowly before slamming back in with a guttural groan.
“Listen,” he grits, grabbing your hand and pressing it low to your stomach so you can feel the outline of him inside you. “That’s me. All of me. You feel that?”
Your legs tremble around his waist, breath broken. “Y-yeah—”
“Good.” His voice drops darker, ruined and shaky all at once. “Now take it.”
He doesn’t let you adjust, doesn’t pause—just snapping his hips back and slamming into you with a force that knocks the air from your lungs. His fingers dig into your thigh, holding you open as he drives deeper, the slap of skin echoing in the quiet room, as sweat drips from his jaw onto your chest.
Heeseung sets a rhythm at first that’s maddeningly slow—long, dragging thrusts that make every inch of him count. He pulls nearly all the way out, leaving you clenching around nothing, then pushes back in until you’re gasping.
“Fuck, listen to you,” he pants, eyes flicking down to where you’re dripping around him. His hand squeezes your thigh, holding you open wider. “So wet, you like when I take my time, huh?”
You whine, hips arching, but he slams back in harder before you can answer. The sound it makes—slick, obscene—has his head dropping forward with a groan.
“Thought so,” he mutters, lips brushing your ear. “You’d let me stay in you all night if I wanted.” His hips roll deeper, grinding the swollen head of his cock against that spot inside that makes your vision flicker. You choke on air, fingers clawing at the sheets.
His teasing pace doesn’t last. Not when your walls keep fluttering around him, not when every drag of his cock makes your nails dig deeper into his skin. His jaw tightens, breaths coming sharper.
The next thrust knocks a sound out of you you didn’t know you could make. His hips slam into yours, relentless, the bedframe hitting the wall in rhythm with every stroke.
“Fuck—” Heeseung’s voice cracks, as he drives into you harder. You feel his cock swell impossibly fuller inside you, throbbing with each snap of his hips, and your vision whites out for a second when his thumb finds your clit, grinding rough circles that send sparks up your spine.
Your hands clutch at his back, legs locked tight around him as he drives in harder, deeper, like he’s trying to leave himself buried inside you.
Your voice breaks on a moan when he shifts his angle, hitting that spot that makes you see white.
“There,” he growls, snapping his hips again. “Right fucking there. Knew you’d like that.”
Every thrust drags you closer, your body trembling under his, pleasure twisting so sharp it's almost painful. Heeseung feels it, too—your walls clenching tighter, the way your voice pitches higher—and his rhythm turns messy, uneven, desperate.
“Gonna cum for me?” he breathes against your mouth, almost pleading now. “Fuck, please—do it, wanna feel you squeeze the life out of me.”
Your whole body tenses, legs locking around his waist tighter as the pleasure crests sharp and sudden.
“Hee—fuck, I’m—”
He cuts you off with a kiss, swallowing the cry that rips from your chest as your orgasm hits. Your walls clamp down around him, squeezing so tight he chokes on a groan. His thrusts stutter, hips grinding deeper to ride it out with you.
“Fuck, that’s it, that’s it—” he babbles against your lips, forehead pressed to yours. “Holy shit, you’re so tight I can’t—”
The way you pulse around him drags him over the edge. His rhythm falls apart completely, thrusts messy and frantic until he slams in one last time, burying himself deep. His mouth falls open against your shoulder as he spills inside you, groaning so loud it vibrates down your spine.
He stays there, pressed flush, cock twitching as he empties himself. You feel every pulse of it, hot and endless, until you’re whimpering from the sensitivity.
“I know, I know—fuck,” he pants, hips giving one last helpless grind before he stills. His whole body shakes as he collapses against you, chest heaving.
For a moment, the only sound is both of you breathing, ragged and uneven. His hair is damp where it sticks to his forehead, his lips red and swollen. When he finally lifts his head, his eyes are glassy, wrecked, but soft.
“You okay?” he whispers, brushing a strand of hair from your face with shaky fingers.
You nod, still catching your breath. “Are you?”
He laughs, weak and breathless, before pressing a kiss to your jaw. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more okay.”
