ˏˋ°•*🕸 CONTENT ♰ mdni! masturbation, phone sex, pillow humping, needy!yuuta, pervert!yuuta, mommy kink, dacryphilia, established relationship, slightly mean!reader, mild degradation, slight mindbreak, mentions of yuuta being in heat, no pronouns but use of the word girlfriend, pet names (puppy)
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ˏˋ°•*🕸 A/N ♰ wow off to a rough start posting day 1 on oct.4th! that's what happens when kinktober overlaps w/ midtermtober. first time posting my nsfw works, all feedback/reblogs are appreciated!
hope you enjoy ;) .˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚.
Okkotsu Yuuta prides himself on many things. He prides himself on being a good friend, on being a good person, on being a strong enough sorcerer to protect those weaker than him, and most of all, on being a good boyfriend.
Yuuta likes to think of himself as being well-disciplined, as having good self-control. He’s a hopeless romantic, and he spent the longest time at the beginning of your relationship trying to ensure that you perceived him as your soft, sweet, sappy boyfriend. And he is all of those things. But under it all, Okkotsu Yuuta is nothing if not a pervert.
And he knows it.
He knows it when you smile at him so sweetly and ruffle his hair, and he feels himself hardening in his pants, imagining you pulling it, forcing his head back, smiling that sickly sweet smile at him as he melts under your gaze.
He knows it when you plop yourself onto his lap for a movie night with your friend group, and he squirms, retreating against the back of the couch, trying to put as much distance between you and his groin as possible, unable to focus on a single scene of the movie because you’re so close to him he can smell you.
He knows it when he feels that humiliating pang of jealousy in his stomach when you stop on a walk with him to say hi to a dog. Scratching its head, telling it to sit, paw…the way your face lights up as you say “good boy!”, and his flushes dark red.
And he knows it now, as he stares at your contact, knuckles white around the edges of his phone, thumb hovering over the call button as his right hand frantically works itself on his cock, the small hotel room filled with nothing but slick noises and his soft, breathy whines.
Yuuta has been away for just under a week on this mission, and he already feels he’s going crazy. It’s only been six days, he tells himself, trying to refrain from calling you at 2 in the morning. He’s already called you every day since he’s left, including four hours ago when he was supposedly going to sleep – but they’ve all been sweet, innocent calls, filled with declarations of how much you miss each other, and how you can’t wait to squish his cheeks and hug him so tightly when he gets back.
He shouldn’t need to call you to get off. He doesn’t, he tells himself.
Except he’s tried everything now. He’s tried looking at pictures of you, he’s tried watching porn and pretending it’s you - all the things that usually work. Yet, for some reason, it’s just not doing it tonight.
By the time he finally gives in and presses call, he’s already so worked up, panting and humping up into his hand. He’s essentially been edging himself without meaning to for the past hour trying to get off without you.
You pick up after four rings, and as soon as Yuuta hears your voice, it’s like a new pathway in his brain lights up that was dark before; he knows he’s done for.
“Hi puppy~” you chide, voice slightly rough from not using it for the past few hours, “What’re you doing up at this hour?”
Yuuta lets out a breathless moan, making you freeze and grip your phone harder. He instantly spills into his hand, unable to control it.
Any humiliation at calling you in such a desperate state is forgotten as he whines and gasps into the phone, his eyes rolling back in relief at finally being able to cum.
“F-fuckkkk, mommy, nnnh–...missed you so much…hah…n-needed to hear you…”
“--Yuuta?”
Yuuta shivers at the way his name sounds coming from your mouth.
“Fuck…y-yea? Ahhh I c-can’t…feels so good…f-fuck I love you… hah…”
You’re stunned into silence, hearing such lewd noises coming from his cute voice instantly having an effect on you.
“Fuck… Yuuta, I–...Did you just cum? From me picking up the phone and saying hi?”
Yuuta nods shamelessly, whimpering a soft “mhm” into the phone, still trying to catch his breath, twitching from the aftershocks of his much needed orgasm. He lifts his shaky hand up to his face, spreading his fingers, watching his thick cum web between them.
“Shit, mommy…I came so much…”
Your breath catches in your throat, still in shock.
“My god, puppy. I don’t even know what to say.”
“Are you mad?” Yuuta whispers breathlessly.
“Of course not. Just surprised, I–...that was so hot.”
Yuuta whines softly, feeling himself twitch again. “Nnnh…y-your voice is so hot…I needed to hear you so bad. W-Was tryna’ cum for so long, couldn’t do it…b-but as soon as I heard your voice, it just happened, I c-couldn’t even help it…nnnh…”
“Aww, Yuuta! You’re so precious.” Yuuta’s pupils dilate at your praise, and he feels heat start to pool in his tummy again. Fuck, the effect your voice has on him is crazy. “So cute. puppy jus’ needed to hear my voice to cum, huh? S’ that easy?”
Yuuta nods, whimpering, unable to stop his hand from sliding down to gently palm at his wet cock, starting to feel uncomfy again. He gasps, sensitive, but pushes up into his hand nonetheless.
“Y..yeah…hah….needed it…t-tried watching porn, 'nd it didn’t even work…jus made me sad…need you…I miss you…”
Yuuta has been quite pent up for the past week, as well, his mission keeping him thoroughly busy. He thought he just needed to cum once, but he doesn’t feel satisfied anymore, especially with you talking to him like this.
“Awww. You’re so cute. I’m glad I could help. I miss you too, Yuuta -so much. How are things going? We didn’t get to talk long today. You must be tired, huh, puppy?”
“M—mhm…” Yuuta’s eyes flutter shut as he grips himself fully, his cum helping his hand glide up and down as he starts stroking again. “Things are going as well as they can... But m’tired, yeah…”
“Well I’m sure you’re doing amazing. You’re so strong, Yuuta. And you’ve trained so hard. I know they overwork you, but I’m so proud of you, baby. There’s nobody better suited for the missions they send you on. Did you eat tonight?”
“Ngh—thank you…” hearing your gentle voice praise him through the phone sends a fresh wave of tingles through his body, making Yuuta shiver. “Wish you were here…y-yea, ate dinner earlier…mommy I—…’m touching myself again…” Yuuta’s face flushes at his admission.
Your eyes widen in surprise and you let out a breathless laugh into the phone. You had picked up on how panty and whiny he sounded, of course, but you had assumed it was because he was still settling down from his orgasm. Leave it to Yuuta to feel horny again within a minute of cumming. Thoroughly entertained, you decide to cut him a little less slack this time.
“Yeah?” You whisper to him, the seductive lilt in your voice making him clamp his legs together around his hand, head falling back against the pillows. “It’s been how long since you came, Yuuta? A minute? Less?”
Yuuta whines, stroking harder, his mind starting to fog up. “d-dunno…less, maybe—hah…”
“Awww. Puppy can’t even hold a conversation with mommy without getting worked up again, huh? M’tryna talk to you and you can’t keep your hands off your pretty cock? Miss me that bad?”
Yuuta feels his balls tighten at your words, tummy starting to clench up, twitching hard into his hand. He can barely think of a response, the way you gently degrade him making him feel all floaty and light, and your soft voice in his ear making him tingle all over.
“Ahh, I—I—y-yeah, I.. c-can’t help it, I…nnnn~”
“What’re you, in heat?” you goad him through the phone, endlessly amused by his antics.
“Hah…maybe…d-dunno... your voice…m-makes me so hard, couldn’t stop myself...hah…fuck, I l-love you…”
“Did you even want to talk to me, Yuuta?” You decide to tease him more, “Or did you just want me to talk at you so you can cum to my voice without even telling me like a little perv?”
“M’sorrryyy~” Yuuta whines, hips bucking off the bed into his hand at this point, “Ngh..w-was trying to listen to you…just need you so bad…m’not a perv…”
“No? You’re not?” Yuuta squirms at the scolding edge to your voice, legs thrashing against the bed, brain growing hazier as he gets closer to his orgasm.
“Mommy please…”
“You’re telling me you wouldn’t be touching yourself to my voice right now no matter what I’m talking about?”
“I-I…nnhh…” Yuuta tries to think of a response, needing to keep you talking. As soon as he opens his mouth, a loud moan rips from his throat, toes starting to curl in pleasure as he focuses his strokes at the sensitive spot right below his tip. Yuuta whines, realizing he can’t remember your question. “C-can’t think, mommy, I—haaaah~… p-please, please…please.”
“Please what, puppy?”
“Please keep talking,” Yuuta moans out, fighting against the foggy feeling in his mind.
“Yeah? What do you want me to say, puppy? Do you want me to praise you?” Your voice goes softer and Yuuta nods frantically, feeling tears start to well in his eyes. “Want me to tell you how pretty you sound? How good you’re being for me? How well I’m gonna take care of you next time I see you, how I’m gonna make you cum so hard your little puppy brain won’t even be able to process it?”
Yuuta gasps, cursing under his breath, head thrown back, practically drooling at this point. He’s dropped the phone from his left hand onto the pillow by his head in favor of clutching the sheets next to him, right hand frantically pumping his flushed, dripping cock, the wet noises almost overpowering his whines.
“Yes, yes, pleeease mommy, p-please please, hah… m’so close…”
“Don’t cum yet, puppy. Stop.”
“W-What?” Yuuta’s hand slows on his cock, his tummy twisting up.
“I said, don’t cum yet. Take your hand off your cock, turn over. I want you to hump one of your pillows.”
Yuuta groans in frustration, his hand automatically ripping itself off of his cock, his body so attuned to following your commands that it listens to you without him even having time to think it through.
He thinks about it more as he watches his pink cock twitch painfully against his stomach, desperately fighting the urge to take it back into his hand. He could just…keep touching, and not tell you.
“I-…b-but…ugh…s’gonna make a mess..”
“I don’t care.”
“But I–”
“Do you wanna cum, Yuuta?”
Yuuta huffs in frustration, cock still throbbing from stopping so suddenly when he was so close to cumming, and reluctantly flips himself over. As tempted as he is, he knows he can’t go through with disobeying you – he’d feel guilty about it the whole night until he’d end up snitching on himself.
“Are you listening to me?” you ask, your voice sharper than before.
“‘Course I am,” Yuuta mutters, huffing again as he grabs a pillow and folds it in half. "Why're you bein' so mean?”
“I’m not!” You smile innocently against the phone. “You don’t have to do any of this, puppy. I can hang up right now and go to bed–”
“No!” Yuuta panics, frantically shaking his head. “D-don’t hang up. Please. I’ll be good, wanna be good for you. I’m listeni–ngnhhh~” Yuuta’s pleading breaks off into a pitchy whine as he sinks his hips against the pillow, eyes rolling back at the soft feeling of the fabric against his cock, already so sensitive from being edged. “Oh... mommy i–it feels good…”
“There you go, puppy. See? M’not being mean, am I? A puppy in heat doesn’t use his hands, you’re supposed to hump something. You’ll love it.”
Yuuta whines in embarrassment, grabbing a second pillow to bury his face in. “M’not in heat,” he mumbles. Yet, he can’t stop himself from rolling his hips, pressing his cock harder into the pillow.
“No? But it seems like you are, puppy. You’re so desperate, you can’t even control your instincts. You were touching yourself without asking me, you came without asking me, and then you started jerking off again while I was talking to you.”
Yuuta pouts, shaking his head as he humps against the pillow harder. “I said m’sorryyy,” he whines, grabbing the phone and holding it closer to his face, eager to hear your voice more. “Couldn’t help it.”
“Because you’re in heat? Or because you’re a pervert who can’t hear my voice without getting hard?”
“I-I–” Yuuta’s cheeks flush with humiliation, and he moves himself up a bit on the pillow, humping it harder, his precum soaking a wet spot into the fabric. “Nghh…hah…m’not…n-not a perv…y-you’re being mean, mommy…”
“Am I?” Yuuta knows the exact look that’s on your face – you’re pouting at him in false sympathy – and just imagining it makes his tummy tighten, and he moans as the tingly feeling in his groin starts to spread up through his body. “Am I being mean?”
“Y-Yeah…hah…s-so mean…” Yuuta pants out.
“And is it turning you off, puppy? Be honest.”
Yuuta drops his head in defeat, letting out a low whine. “No…”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Good boy. Because it doesn’t matter what I’m saying, you’ll cum no matter what just from hearing me talk to you. Because my voice overpowers every last thought in your hazy little puppy brain. Isn’t that right?”
Yuuta just whimpers in response, feeling himself twitch harder, his rhythm becoming irregular. All he can do is pant into the phone, drooling on the pillow that he’s clutching in his arms. He was already so close before he started humping the pillow, he knows he’s not gonna last long.
“Answer me, puppy.”
Yuuta opens his mouth, tries to think of the right answer, and just lets out a sob instead. “g-gonna cum,” he moans.
“Of course you are. Because you’re a pathetic little thing, aren’t you?”
“Nggh…y-yeah…m’pathetic…hah...can I cum mommy? Please please, c-can’t stop…” Yuuta feels his tummy tightening, and he tries to hold himself back, desperately needing your permission this time.
“Say it again, then you can cum. Tell me how pathetic you are.”
Yuuta sobs against the pillow, your voice in his ear making it almost impossible to hold himself back.
“I’m pathetic! I’m your pathetic little puppy. I– ah–j-just thinking about you makes me horny…all I can think about right now is f-fucking into you…c-can’t even listen to you talk–w-without–nghh- ffffffuck I needa cum mommy, pleease~I–I cant–can’t think–”
“Shhh, s’okay. Relax. Don’t need to think anymore. Just cum for me, puppy. Don’t overwork your pretty little brain.”
“Nngh–” Yuuta’s hips stutter and he tenses up, going silent, vision going white, before he whines loudly as he’s thrown into a shaking orgasm, shooting thick white ropes against the hotel pillow. “Fuck mommy–ahhhh…”
You talk him through it gently, finally whispering the praise to him that he’s been waiting for.
“Goood puppy, that’s it. That’s my good boy. Did so well for me, Yuuta. Such a good listener. Let it all out.”
Yuuta basks in your praise, whimpering out almost unintelligible “thankyou”s as he rocks his sensitive cock into the pillow, smearing his cum deeper and deeper into the fabric.
After a minute, his body slumps against the pillows, and he lets out a shaky breath, high on the endorphins running through his body. He feels around blindly for his phone that he dropped at some point in his haze, grabbing it and holding it close to his face, curling his body around it like it’s you.
“Mommy?” he pants out softly.
“I’m right here, puppy,” You quickly reassure him. “You doin’ okay?”
“Mhmm,” he hums, blissed out, your voice lulling him into a sleepy trance now that he’s not so pent up anymore. “Not mad at me, right?”
You laugh softly, feeling a bit bad for him. “Aww. Not even a tiny bit. You did so good, Yuuta, that was so hot.”
“Mmm,” Yuuta hums softly again, smiling.
You hesitate for a moment, before asking, “Was I too mean?”
“Nuh-uh. I liked it.” Yuuta nuzzles his head into his pillow, winces at the wet spot from drooling on it, and flips it over before nuzzling back into it. “I’ve been so horny for you this whole trip. Can’t stop jerking off to your pictures. I need to be put in my place sometimes,” he giggles.
“Dumb puppy,” you try to calm yourself down, cheeks starting to hurt from smiling into the phone. “You know that being horny for your girlfriend doesn’t actually make you a perv, right? I just like messing with you.”
“I know,” Yuuta smiles dreamily into the phone on the other end of the line. Lying there, dazed, with a worn out variation of the same expression as you, hundreds of miles away. “I like when you mess with me…” He pauses, before adding, “Sometimes. As long as you’re extra nice to me after.”
“Of course, puppy. I can only handle being a little mean to you, anyway. You’re such a good boy at heart, aren’t you? Always so perfect for me.”
Yuuta whines, kicking the soiled pillow away from between his legs so he doesn’t get tempted to rub himself against it. “Stop ittt…I love you, but you’re gonna make me horny again.”
“Awhh, I’m sorry, I’ll stop. I love you too, and you need to go to bed.” You pause, before adding, “You know I don’t mean anything I say when I'm mean to you, though, right?”
“Of course not,” Yuuta yawns, smiling. “I know I’m your good boy.”
where harua wants to be a good boy... 𖹭
pairing: harua x f!reader
tags: +18 MDNI!! handjob, orgasm control, sub!harua, dom!reader, praising, teasing (licking, kissing, slight biting), pet names (good boy, my love, baby), brief cum eating.
word count: 1,833 words.
A/N: got a req where it goes down the same drain as this one, and i just had to do it with harua first because GAWD. anyway pls enjoy! ☆
you were scared to blink that the sight in front of you was going to suddenly vanish.
harua was standing in front of the sink, lost in the piling up dishes he still had yet to wash. his hands were working meticulously, lips pursed in concentration on getting that stubborn yellow stain out of the plate.
his figure was covered in an oversized t-shirt and boxers that peeked from underneath every time he raised his hands to put up a plate he'd rinsed.
leaning forward in your seat at the kitchen bar, your hand underneath your chin while the other palmed the growing heat between your legs. you squeezed your thighs shut, trying to control your own needs until he's done with his chores.
harua began humming a song, hips slightly swaying as he piled the yet-to-rinsed dishes on one side of the sink. he began scrubbing the chopsticks, carefully cleaning them, but they were too slippery for his small hands. the chopsticks fell with a clatter to the floor, harua tsked in annoyance.
you watched him move, quickly rinsing his hands then bending over to grab the fallen utensils. the moment he bent, it was like heaven had opened her gates in front of you. boxers riding high as his shirt lifted them, showing full view of the back of his thighs and teasing his ass.
you almost let out a moan at the sight.
when harua straightened up to continue his chore, he felt a hand snake around his waist. his back pressed firmly against your chest, deliberately pressing your breasts into his back. your other hand wrapped around him, rubbing his torso up and down.
harua's head turned to his side, glancing at the small smile on your face. "you'll get splashed by the water if you're too close, my love."
"i know, baby," you hum in response, hands gently rubbing his sides and the underside of his chest. "say, wanna play a game?"
"i'm kinda too busy for that, right now." harua let out a giggle when he felt your lips leave small kisses on the back of his neck. he's always been sensitive there.
"that's okay, rua," the nickname made his heart skip a beat, his abdomen already coiling in anticipation. "it won't take too long."
harua let out a sigh, going to leave the cup that was in his hands to the side, but you stopped him. you wrapped his hand around the cup again as you shook your head.
"don't do that. just focus on washing the dishes, baby."
your hands were now rougher with touching him. moving up his chest, you flicked your finger at his nipple, drawing out a startled moan out of him.
"ah-ah," your voice was lower and quieter, whispering close to his crimson red ears. "you'll lose the game if you do that, my love."
harua's chest tightened, unsure of what game you'd been going on about.
"if you get distracted from finishing up these dishes," your hand went to his face, squeezing his cheeks to make him look you in the eyes, "i leave, and you can't cum."
saying that with such a tender smile on your face had harua thinking you were confessing your love to him for a second time, not telling him the rules of a torturous game he was about to be a part of.
so that's what she means, harua thought to himself.
his heart was now pounding against his sternum as blood rushed to his neck. squirming in place, his stance unbalanced as his arms tried to hold his weight up.
harua's eyes still stared into yours, trying to formulate a reply. his mouth opened and shut, mind still hyper-focused on keeping his balance and not cumming on the spot.
he settled for a nod, voice coming out in a small sound when you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, hands now back to their place on his chest.
harua turned around, breath shivering and unsteady, hands shaky as he picked up the sponge and glass cup. he tried to focus on the dishes, the sink, the foaming soap covering his hands, the glass cup that could shatter into a thousand pieces if it slipped from his hands.
he tried to block out your warm breath on his neck, the roaming hands groping and grabbing every inch of his skin, the knee that was now situated between his thighs as it occasionally rubbed against his balls.
he breathed out a moan, back arching slightly when you flicked his nipple a second time, eyes still focused on the cup in his hands. your lips left small kisses across the curve of his neck, licking after each kiss.
when you got to his exposed shoulder, you lightly bit into the soft, supple skin, earning a gasp from him.
your hands turned rougher. harua let out a choked sob when you lifted the t-shirt and slid your hands towards his chest again. fingers found his nipples as they mercilessly twisted and tormented him; your tongue toying with the cartilage of his flushed ears.
"please…" he groaned as his back curving once again into you.
"please, what?" your voice purred, dripping with black honey. harua whimpered when your hand made its way down his boxers, teasing his half-erect cock with the tip of your fingers while your mouth continued to nibble on his ear.
he leaned back into your embrace, forgetting about everything around him — only focusing on your hand, barely even touching him, yet the brief touch was so sweet and intoxicating.
harua tried to chase your hand that kept lifting off him, bucking his hips to reach you. a small whine escaped his throat when you pulled your hand out. he dropped the sponge and cup in the sink, thighs shaking as he tried to control himself. he couldn't cum here, not right now.
"you're not doing what you're told, rua." your hands caressed his cheeks. "are you going to be good for me?"
harua nodded frantically, tears pooling in his eyes, "i-i'll be good for you."
his gaze locked onto you as his breathing grew ragged. he pawed at your clothes, leaving soap residue on your t-shirt as he tried to shove your hand back into his boxers, pathetically whining.
"i'll be good, i'll be a good boy for you, please, please, touch me… fuck, please," his hold on your wrist grew softer as his voice shrank.
"if you can be a good boy for me, i'll let you cum, rua." hand moving down to his chin, holding it between your pointer and thumb.
your slow, thick voice put him in a trance that had him a pleading mess in front of you. he would have dropped to his knees in front of you if it weren't for the hold you had on his figure.
harua fought the urge to beg, toshove your hand down his boxers once more, but he promised he'd be a good boy, and good boys get rewarded.
determined to do his best, he stood on shaky legs, cock now fully erect as it strained against his clothes. he hissed every time his tip rubbed against the cloth. rinsing that wretched cup, he went to grab another from the unwashed pile.
"you're doing so good for me, baby." you cooed against his ear.
you felt his body react as his hips faltered. he exhaled shakily, intent on finishing the dishes. for you. so he can be a good boy.
your hands shoved his boxers down, feeling yourself grow impatient. harua gasped as his cock sprung free, back hunching when your open palm rubbed against his sensitive tip.
his moan was obscene, high-pitched as he threw his head back onto your shoulder. he had to be focused on the plate, it had to be cleaned, but your hands were too skilled, too much, too distracting for him to concentrate on anything else.
another stutter of his hips on your knee that was pressed between his legs, your hands now pumping his length at an intense pace that had harua's knees buckling underneath him.
"please," his plea broken by a choked moan. he was too sensitive to hold it back anymore. "please, i'm gonna cum— please, let me cum, please,"
his hips continued to stutter, bucking up into your hands that kept that same merciless speed, his cries filling the room. his arms braced against the sink as he bent over it.
his hips rolled into your hands an unsteady, stuttering pace, telling you he was close.
you let out another soft laugh, hands stopping at the base of his cock. harua whimpered, head now leaning forward into the sink as he couldn't stop his hips from grinding into your hand.
"are you gonna fuck my hand?" you grip his hair enough to lift his head to you.
"is that what my needy baby is gonna do? you gonna use my hand as my pussy and cum all over it?"
harua felt the room spin, mumbling incoherently as he lazily nodded, too focused on not cumming, not until you tell him to. you hugged him from behind, lifting him up straight as he leaned onto you. his head fit right into the curve of your neck as you made him watch you stroke his length.
harua felt himself getting even more aroused. he needed this, he needed you, he needed to be all over you.
he felt himself drip onto your hand. this was the limit for him. he wouldn't be able to hold it in any longer.
he gripped onto your shirt. "i've been so good today, right? please let me cum. i'll always be good for you, so, p-please…"
"you've been so good for me, my love," you press a kiss to his temple, hand now relentless as you stroked him. "does my rua want to come for me?"
harua nodded eagerly, hips already bucking up into you again. "yes, yes, please, im gonna cum, i'll—"
"cum for me, baby."
that command was all he needed to let go. a broken groan ripped through his chest as he came undone all over your hand and the kitchen cabinet in long, thick spurts followed by a weak whimper as his hips stuttered through each spasm.
his body trembled against as your hand continued stroking him throughout it. whispering sweet nothings into his ear, you felt him growing softer in your hand.
"you did so, so well for me, my love. always so good for me." you pressed a kiss to his damp temple, traveling down his face to the corner of his mouth.
harua let out a hum, breaths coming out in huffs, barely mustering enough strength to press a soft kiss to your lips, "am i… am i your good boy?"
you lifted your hand that was covered in his release to his mouth that automatically opened, licking and sucking on every finger.
Synopsis:Your best friend was back in town after almost 10 years. And fuck did he get hotter than hell.
Pairing: rancher!Jake x baker!reader
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, p in v, unprotected sex (not for you), virginity loss (f), cum eating, corruption kink, fingering, semi public sex (in a car), ab riding, oral (m and f receiving), head pusher jake my beloved, use of blindfold, use of sex toy (vibrator ring), chocolate sauce (dont ask), dom!jake, sub!reader, breast play, me and my romantic endeavours, best friends to lovers, not proofread
A/N: final installment!!! no because i died whilst reading this fic SIM JAEYUN MY HUSBAND GIVE HIM TO ME JEBAL JEBAL. As always, a big kiss to my baby @wichujunseo I hope she enjoys the ab stuff I wrote specifically for her. I had a shit ton of fun doing this and I hope you guys enjoyed it as well! 💝💝mmwah mmwah now go get eaten out by jake
Word Count: 12.7k (yes its longer than jayhoon's and WHAT)
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The world says love is a sweet thing—cream, honey, sugar, stuff like that.
Never in your life had you heard such absolute bullshit.
And you’d know! You were a baker after all. A baker with no such sweet things in her life other than the pastries she’d line up on her counters everyday, sugar spun into soft peaks and piped into rosettes.
Tying your hair back, you washed your hands, stepping into the kitchen attached to your bakery. The scent of yeast and flour clung to the walls as you struck a match and lit the ovens. Somewhere far off, a lone coyote called against the horizon and you shook your head.
“Those damned things.” You swore under your breath, flour dusting your cheeks and apron. Outside, the sky bled from indigo to bruised violet to pale gold, sunlight crawling over the dunes.
They said it was strange for a woman to own a shop, stranger still for her to run it alone. But you had inherited the place after your father’s debts swallowed everything else, and you had kept it alive with stubbornness and blistered hands. People could whisper all they liked, but hey, they still lined up for your bread and tarts.
You stepped out front as dawn finally broke, unlocking the door and flipping the wooden sign to OPEN. You set about arranging the small wooden tables and chairs, adjusted the lace curtains and laid out the morning’s pastries in neat rows behind the glass.
Tarts glazed in apricot, cinnamon rolls coiled like sleeping cats, honey cakes brushed with syrup that caught the light. You stared at them for a moment, hands resting on the counter.
The world said love was like this, soft, golden and sweet.
Absolute bullshit.
When you were small, you believed it, watching your parents move around each other in the narrow kitchen of your childhood home, your father’s hand on your mother’s waist and her sweet laughter. The way they would lean close, speaking in murmurs you weren’t meant to hear. It seemed like magic.
You remembered thinking that love must be something glowing, something sacred. Something that made people look at each other the way they did.
But you were older now. Old enough to remember the way your father’s eyes began to wander to other distractions, the way your mother’s laugh grew brittle.
Old enough to understand love wasn't magic. Call it heat, call it touch, call it bodies drawn together by something temporary. Call it lust.
Love, you decided, was simply lust dressed up in prettier words. You had never even been kissed, but you had heard enough whispered confessions from women who came into your shop and lingered over tea.
A gust of wind rattled the door, snapping you back to the present. You exhaled slowly and straightened a tray of sugared biscuits, the idea of ‘I am not lonely’ running through your mind, as you shook your head over your low supply of sweet rum
The bell above the door jingled, and you looked up, arranging your face into polite warmth, to greet the customer. More customers trickled in as the sun climbed higher, cowboy hands with dust clinging to their boots, a pair of young boys sent by their mother for rolls, the postman, who always bought two apple tarts and claimed they were for someone else. You calmly wrapped up packages, counted change with the air of a mathematician and offered your smile, your movements extremely precise, as good after good kept getting sold. All was calm as it ought to be, you thought.
“—told you he’d have that stallion down by noon,” A loud voice pierced through the air, as the bell rang again and a cluster of familiar ranchers entered together.
“Don’t know how he does it.” Another replied, as you kept your head down and sliced their usual order of bread, “Gonna put us all out of business, I’m sure.”
“Ten years gone and he comes back like that.” The first voice continued. Your knife slipped slightly, only slightly. You adjusted your grip and kept cutting, sliding the bread into paper and folding the corners more aggressively than usual.
“He stopped by the smithy yesterday,” One of them said. “Needed new horseshoes, spoke real respectful. Not like some.”
“He always was decent,” another one with silver hair said. “even back then.” A low whistle followed and your heart tightened.
“That’ll be six cents, sir.” You lifted your gaze just long enough to offer a polite expression as you handed over the package, taking the coins the man handed over.
You watched them move out of the building as swiftly as they had entered, waiting for them to fully cross the street before slumping against the wall with a heavy sigh. It was finally the late afternoon, which meant rush hour was over and you’d be free for a few hours before closing up.
Ten years gone and he comes back like that.
Your heart tightened again. You didn’t need clarification, there was only one “new rancher” in town. Only one who had left a decade ago and returned broader, steadier and harder around the edges.
It had been three weeks since he’d returned. Ten years gone, and now three weeks back in town—and he still hadn’t stepped foot in your shop.
Sim Jaeyun.
Why did the Gods ever give you Sim Jaeyun?
You tried not to think of his name too often. It felt dangerous somehow, like pressing on a fresh bruise. You thought back to last week, when you’d heard some older women talking about him, joking about how he wasn't married yet, but he’d probably have women lining up for him at his door soon. You had ignored them—old wives talk—but something churned in your stomach.
Women lining up.
Of course they would. You imagined them—fixing their hair, adjusting their skirts, inventing reasons to wander near the edge of town at his ranch. You imagined him tipping his hat politely, offering that small, slow smile of his.
Did he smile differently now? The boy you remembered used to grin wide, boyish and careless. The man you had glimpsed outside the smithy had smiled like he’d seen things. You sighed as you reached for the sweet vanilla extract.
Jaeyun has always been sweet. Too sweet, all elbows and laughter and earnest promises. He used to bring you wildflowers—dry, stubborn little things that somehow survived in the desert. You would stick them in jars on the counter and pretend they were exotic blooms from some distant land.
He had come back taller now, broader to be precise, sun-browned and all sharp edges. You had seen him from a distance on his first day—riding in at the edge of town, hat low over his eyes.
To be short and straight, he had come back looking like a damn five course meal.
His shoulders filled out his shirt in a way that made it pull across his back when he moved. And those gorgeous hands, veins like a network of rivers, visible and pulsing when he adjusted the brim of his hat. Jaeyun had always been handsome even when he was a boy. But god damn was he a hot piece of…something now.
You told yourself you were too busy to seek him out and that he was busy too, setting up the new ranch he’d bought on the edge of town.It was reasonable that he hadn’t come by yet, but something deep in you was kicking up a storm about it.
You couldn't help but remember your childhood, scraped knees, shared canteens, him carrying sacks of flour twice his size just to prove he could help you, sitting on overturned crates in the back stables of his father’s ranch, listening to you talk about anything and everything. You remembered the joy back then.
Back then.
Your hands stilled for half a second before you reached for the icing sugar.
You had been children, and you had loved him in the way children do—carelessly, completely, foolishly, as if the world were small and safe and permanent. Then his father had sold their land, and Jaeyun had left with the promise that he would come back one day.
“I’ll build you a proper place when I come back.” He said before he left, 15 year old hands wiping away your tears. “With windows that look out over fields.” You had laughed at him. Fields in the desert. What a romantic idea. But he had said it like a promise and you believed him.
Somewhere along the lines of 19, you lost your hope. Your parents weren't getting any better and after your brother left, the house felt carnivorous and brittle, and you found yourself standing in a kitchen staring at hands that were capable of more than sitting still, looking pretty and listening to arguments.
The bakery had always been there, a modest place on the corner, owned by an old widow whose children had long since moved north. When she finally agreed to take you on as an apprentice, you knew that it was your chance to escape.
And it wasn't like you were completely useless either. The old woman admitted that you were quite the Picasso when it came to baking and when she passed, there was no question of ownership; your ties with your parents were already cut and dissolved and you needed a source of income, even if it meant sleeping in the bakery for a few months before you could save up enough to buy a house of your own.
The work was comforting too, in the manner that it was predictable—something that at that point you desperately needed in life. And of course the praise you got for your baking gave you the ego boost. So much so that even the travelers passing through made detours after someone mentioned the girl who made desserts that didn’t taste like dust and disappointment.
“Honey! You there?”
Ahh of course. The friends you made were the best part of it all.
“Coming!” You peeled off your apron, dusting your hands and moving out front to see your friend, who owned the bar downtown.
To be honest, you didn't even remember how you two became friends, only that the incident definitely involved a lot of wine and two drunk women passed out on the front porch of the sheriff’s house.The next morning had arrived with the disapproving, but faintly amused expression of the sheriff’s wife.
“You look alive.” She remarked now, eyes swapping over you critically before softening, “Barely.”
She leaned against the counter on her elbows, sunlight framing her figure. There was always something faintly reckless about her smile, as though she knew exactly how far she could push the world before it pushed back.
“I’ve been up since before the sun,” You leaned back against the wall. “Some of us run respectable establishments, you know.”
“I’ll have you know my establishment is very respectable.” She scoffed lightly, though her cheeky smile remained, “The men merely forget that after their third drink.” Her eyes wandered towards the display shelf behind you, inspecting the newer pastries, “You’ve been holding out on me honey.” She pointed towards one of the darker muffins, “That’s a new one isn't it?”
You reached up and pulled it off, twirling it in your hand, “Ran out of rum so I made this one with scotch.” You handed it to her, “Think it needs a quality check?”
She giggled and took it from you with a little curtsey, immediately attacking the soft side with her teeth. She closed her eyes and sighed.
“I’m so glad I convinced you to make these.” She said through a mouthful of muffin, “I love you so much.”
“I’m a woman in love unfortunately.” You laughed, warmth creeping into your chest, “Speaking of which, I’ll need another delivery of sweet rum by tomorrow. I’m nearly out.”
“In love?” She raised a brow, “With who, I wonder?”
“I ask you for a delivery and that’s the first thing you ask?” You sighed, “One day you’ll admit you’re a thorough romantic.”
She laughed with her whole stomach and so did you. You relaxed around her in a way you rarely did with anyone else, the one person who had seen you in all colours—hungover, furious, exhausted, triumphant. Your friend leaned her elbows on the counter and studied you with a look that made you wary.
“What?” You asked, crossing your arms.
“Oh, nothing.” She replied far too innocently. “Just wondering how long you plan on pretending you don’t give a hoot.”
“About who?” Your spine stiffened slightly.
“Aha.” She said triumphantly, “I never said it was a who.” She tilted her head, waving the half eaten muffin in front of you, “Jaeyun’s back in town.” Your heart betrayed you immediately, thudding harder against your ribs.
“I don’t know what you mean.” You said with the air of a royal butler, or in other words—not giving a fuck. But of course you weren't going to admit your innermost thoughts to her, about how you imagined the bell ringing.
Imagined looking up and seeing him there, filling the doorway, hat in hand, sun outlining the breadth of his shoulders, those hands resting briefly against the frame before he stepped inside. Would he stop in his path when he saw you? Would he smile that slow smile? Would he say your name the same way he used to? Your throat tightened unexpectedly, as you pressed your palms flat against the counter to ground yourself.
“You do spill a lot when you’re drunk, you know.” Your friend hummed in disbelief, “And you’ve been staring at that door ever since I came in here.”
“I—”
“If he does come in,” She leaned forward, elbows on the counter, “what will you say to him? Because from our last time, I recall you crying about how much you’d love to slap him across the face if he ever came back.” She grinned, “To quote ‘for leaving me alone all these years’.”
“Oh please.” Heat flared in your cheeks, “That was years ago.”
“Six months but alright.” She said, as you shot her a look sharp enough to slice bread but she only looked on, seemingly delighted, “Just to be sure, you’re not heartbroken are you honey?”
You opened your mouth to answer, and then closed it again to ponder on the question for a minute. You weren't heartbroken, not in the romantic sense at least. You just felt…abandoned. Left behind in a town that felt too small and too loud all at once, left to shoulder things you hadn’t been ready for, left with a promise about windows and fields that had slowly begun to feel foolish.
“It's stupid.” You said finally, “He’s probably busy anyways, he doesn't have time to visit.”
“You’re his best frien—”
“Was.” You corrected her, “Was his best friend.” Your gaze flicked to the door once more and then away, “We’re not children anymore, it's not like he’ll still consider me as his best friend.”
“You’re very good at pretending you know.” She replied gently, earning a groan from you.
“I’m not pretending!” You defended, “Cross my heart, if he comes in front me I’ll just say hello and go on my merry wa—”
It was a miracle your heart hadn't given out yet.
The bell above the door jingled, the sound slicing clean through the air and cleaving through you. Both of you turned at once. And for a split second—just a heartbeat—you thought of what would have happened if he never left town.
Would the man filling the doorway in a way that made the bakery feel suddenly small have been yours? Yours to cherish and love? Yours to plant fields in a desert with?
The first thing you noticed was the breadth of him. The boyish angles you remembered had settled into solid lines, his shoulders stretching the fabric of his shirt; his sleeves were rolled up, revealing forearms marked by sun and work. His jaw was sharper, dust shadowing it faintly as if the desert had etched itself into his golden skin. God was he a hot piece of something.
“Ladies.” Jaeyun tipped his hat and sauntered in, gait still as careless and cocky as back then. Your body reacted before your mind could reason, your breath catching, your heart leaping violently against your ribs.
Love is lust, you thought.
“Well well well.” Your friend drawled lightly, “I’ve been wanting to catch a glimpse of the new rancher in town." She turned towards him with an easy smile, extending a hand, which he shook, “I’m surprised I haven't seen you by my bar yet, Jaeyun.”
“I’d introduce myself, but it seems you already know me.” Jaeyun laughed lightly and for half a second you forgot how to breathe, “I’ve been meaning stop by Miss, new friend of mine sang a lot of praise about your place.”
“New friend?” Your friend glanced at you briefly before turning her interrogating gaze back to him, “Well, Mr. Jaeyun, three weeks in and a friend already. My my, I’m curious.”
“Said his name was Sunghoon.” Jaeyun removed his hat, running a hand briefly through hair that had grown darker with age. “You know him?” His voice was rich and smooth like melted chocolate.
“Oh don’t I.” Your friend said through gritted teeth, “Oh don’t I know that damned cowboy.”
The words barely registered, as you remained rooted behind the counter, your palms tingling, your heartbeat echoing in your ears. He laughed softly at something she said, the sound low and warm and you felt yourself fall deeper into the void you were traversing.
Your gaze traced him without permission. The way he stood, the way his hands rested against the counter when he leaned slightly forward, fingers long and calloused, a faint scar near his wrist you did not recognize, the line of his throat when he tilted his head.
And those eyes.
Those beautiful eyes. Two galaxies you wanted to dive into and rest your little tired heart in. He was no longer the boy you once ran through the wildflowers with. He was unmistakably a man. And here he was. In your bakery. Skillfully avoiding your gaze.
Your friend’s eyes flickered toward you briefly, sharp and knowing. She reached back without looking and squeezed your hand where it rested against the counter, the contact jolting you back into your body.
“I’ll send someone over with that sweet rum, honey.” She said casually, withdrawing her hand. “Well, it was nice meeting you Mr Jaeyun. I’d recommend the lemon tarts for today.” There was mischief in her tone and something gentler beneath it, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go..….thank Sunghoon.”
Before you could protest, she stepped past him, offering a parting remark about expecting to see him at the bar soon. The bell jingled again as she exited, leaving behind a quiet that felt almost tangible.
And then it was just you and him.
He turned fully toward you and for a moment, neither of you spoke.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“So…..”“So?”
The air felt tight in your lungs. You became acutely aware of everything at once—the ticking of the cooling oven in the back, the faint hum of wind outside, the scent of citrus and sugar lingering between you.
“Is it really you?” Jaeyun said, running a hand through his hair again. By god, you wanted to slap him across the face.
And then hug him and never let go.
“It is.” Your throat felt tight, as you diverted your gaze to the floorboards.
“You look the same, love.” A faint smile tugged at his mouth. Love, how long has it been since you’d heard that beautiful word dance at his lips?
“We both know that’s a lie.” You forced yourself to straighten as though you weren’t acutely aware of every inch of space between you. “I hear you’ve been busy.”
Something flickered behind his eyes as he traced his gaze over you, as if remembering the lines to his favourite poem, something that he’d read long before, whose emotions he’d never forget even if he forgot its words.
“Getting the ranch set up. Took longer than I expected.” His gaze drifted around the bakery. “Nice place you got.”
“Thank you.” You said politely, as if your pulse wasn't stumbling at the moment.
Jaeyun leaned forward, both hands braced against the counter now. The wood creaked faintly under his weight. The movement brought him closer, you could see the faint scar along his jaw.
“Why won’t you look at me, love?” He asked quietly. Your breath hitched. You had been studying the floorboards again, as if they held answers.
Jaeyun’s slender fingers came up carefully, brushing beneath your chin, gripping it with the softest touch just guiding your face upward with a gentleness that felt almost reverent. Slowly and reluctantly, your gaze lifted to his. Your pulse thundered in your ears.
“Hmm, maybe I was wrong.” His eyes held yours with an unwavering intensity, “You do look different.” His fingers smoothed from your chin to cup your cheek in his palm, “You look stronger, love. What happened to that girl I knew all those years ago who’d hide from sheepdogs hm?”
To hear those words felt like stepping into sunlight after years indoors—blinding, warm and overwhelming. Quite akin to feeding a starved angel ambrosia. All they’d do is throw it all up, having accustomed to the feeling of hunger.
“She died when you left her.” You heard yourself say, the sentence slipping out before you could soften it. There it was. A fucking slap to the face. His expression shifted, something heavy clouding behind his eyes.
“I didn’t have a choice,” he said quietly.
“I know.” You did know. You had always known. But knowing wouldn't erase the emptiness, "Couldn't have written me a damn letter, Jaeyun?” Your vision blurred before you could stop it. You hated that your eyes burned, that after all these years of building up your walls, one look from him could destroy them.
“Love I—’
“You don’t get to call me that.” You laughed crudely. You shook your head, stepping back a fraction, breaking the contact. Your hands came up defensively, not against him, but against the swell in your chest. Jaeyun studied you as though searching for something familiar beneath the years.
“You left.” You said, and your voice trembled despite your efforts. “You left and you didn’t write. You didn’t come back. And I kept thinking—” Your breath hitched. “I kept thinking maybe you forgot about me.”
“Love, don't say that.” Jaeyun’s expression changed, hurt, immediate and unguarded. “I could never forget you.”
“Then why did it feel like you did, Jaeyun?” The tears spilled fully now, quiet and hot down your cheeks, “Why did it take you three fucking weeks to come see me?” Your hands trembled, “Do you know what it was like? Watching everyone move on like you were just another boy who left? I didn’t even get to be angry properly because I knew you didn’t have a choice.”
“I was alone,” The words scraped their way out. “Everything was falling apart at home. My brother was gone. My parents were—” You stopped, shaking your head. “And I kept thinking you’d walk back in any day to hand me a stupid flower and tell me a stupid joke.”
Your chest heaved. You wiped your eyes, though they filled up again when you looked at him. Your heart stuttered again, the absolute beauty of him knocking the air from your lungs.
“I needed my best friend,” You whispered, “and you weren't there.” You took a deep shuddering breath in, “So forgive me if I don’t let you call me what you used to all those years ago, Jaeyun.”
The space between you felt unbearable. Yes, you wanted to go to him. Yes you wanted to throw yourself at him and cry your heart out. You wanted to do all that. So what was it that held you back?
Was it the hatred you had for him leaving you? The fear of breaking down the walls that had kept you safe all these years?
Or was it the tiny tug at your heart that wanted him, needed him, to step to you first?
Jaeyun moved then, rounding the counter quietly, boots soft against the floor. The familiar scent of sun and leather and something unmistakably him drifted closer, making your pulse trip. For a split second, you thought he might stop short.
He didn’t, stepping into your space slowly as if giving you enough time to retreat
You didn’t, hands coming to rest on his shoulders, as if this was routine.
His arms came around you with a firmness that stole the breath from your lungs. One arm wrapped high around your shoulders, pulling you fully into him, sliding up to cradle the back of your head, fingers threading gently into your hair. The other anchored at your lower back, spreading warm and solid against you as though afraid you might disappear.
Heat bled through your clothes where his chest pressed against yours. His heart was beating hard; you felt it against your cheek as your forehead tipped forward without permission.
You clutched at the back of his shirt, fingers curling into the fabric like you were afraid of falling. The material bunched beneath your grip and he tightened his hold in response, pulling you impossibly closer until there was no space left between your bodies.
It was the kind of hug that wasn’t polite and sweet. It was desperate, like a wolf clawing at the sheep it once loved.
Years folded in on themselves, the ache of waiting, the nights you pretended you didn’t care, the empty space beside you where he used to sit—all of it seemed to press into that single embrace.
Your face buried against his chest, breath shaking as it hit the cotton of his shirt. He was warm in a way that steadied the world beneath your feet. His chin rested against the crown of your head like it had always belonged. One of his hands shifted, splaying against your back, fingers flexing slightly as if reassuring himself you were real.
You felt him exhale—slow and heavy—against your hair. Your tears soaked into his shirt, but neither of you moved to pull away. His grip didn’t loosen when your shoulders trembled. If anything, he held you tighter, arms firm and protective, he was bracing against a storm and choosing to stand in it with you.
Your heartstring tugged again.
You hadn’t realized how cold you’d been until you felt warm again.
“I’m sorry.” His voice went to your soul, “I know it won’t do anything, but I am sorry.” His fingers curled gently at the nape of your neck, thumb brushing once against your hairline, “I missed you so much, love.” His forehead brushed yours, as you clung to him harder, “Not a day passed where I didn't think about you.”
You let out a broken laugh that dissolved into another sob. “I was so damn angry,” You confessed. “And I missed you so much it felt stupid, Yeun.”
His arms tightened around you at the sound of that nickname. Yeun, he never knew his own name to sound so melodic.
“I’ll make it up.” Jaeyun said into your hair, “I swear I’ll make up all that time we lost, love.” The words vibrated through his chest into you, breaking something slightly open inside you, “Pinky promise?”
A small, watery laugh escaped you. “You’re so stupid.” You muttered into his chest.
“That I am.” He replied softly.
His hand moved slowly up and down your back in reassurance, softening the ache that had settled in your chest.
Love is lust, you thought.
Were you willing to allow him to make it feel kinder?
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The next few days felt like a fever dream.
Jaeyun came in the next morning. And the morning after that. And the one after that.
Always at different times, as if trying to convince both of you that it wasn’t routine, sometimes just before the lunch rush, leaning casually against the display case while you boxed pastries, sometimes late afternoon, when the sunlight slanted gold and painted him in honeyed light.
Jaeyun slipped back into conversation as if the years were only a misplaced afternoon, cracking his silly little jokes, nudging at you when you got too serious and teasing you about your frazzled hair after attending to a lot of customers at once (“Didn’t know a witch lived in this town.” “There is a knife in my hands Sim Jaeyun.”)
He was a lingering presence at your bakery, sometimes perched on one of the stools near the counter, boot hooked on the rung, sometimes helping carry a flour sack in without asking. Once, you caught him sweeping near the doorway after a group of teenagers tracked dirt across your clean floor.
“You don’t work here,” You muttered.
He shrugged. “Looks like you could use the help.” It was infuriating how good he looked doing simple mundane things.
It was infuriating how much you wanted to jump on him and bite his arms.
As if to push the knife in deeper, customers began to expect him. The sheriff, Jay, asked if he was on payroll. Your friend only smirked every time she walked in and saw him there, like she’d predicted this outcome long ago. By the end of the week, his presence no longer startled you. It settled around you instead like background music.
But perhaps the most terrified person in the entire town was Jaeyun himself.
When the bakery quieted and you were turned away from him—reaching for a jar on the highest shelf or bending slightly over the counter to scribble an order—Jaeyunfound himself forgetting whatever he was about to say.
You had changed. Of course you had.
The girl he used to race through wildflowers with had grown into something softer and sharper all at once. There was confidence in the way you moved now, your laughter slow and warm. And it did something dangerous to him.
The first time he truly noticed it was when you stepped into the sunlight by the window, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ears, the late afternoon glow catching along the curve of your cheek. He had meant to make a joke. Instead, his breath had stalled in his chest.
By god, were you gorgeous.
The second time was when you bent over in front of him to pick up something on the floor and Jaeyun had to drag his eyes away from the slightest peek of your ass in your panties when your skirt lifted up.
By god were you so fucking gorgeous.
Of course he had always known you to be pretty, even back then, beautiful in a way that almost felt unfair. Jaeyun often found himself thinking about you at inconvenient times. Out at the ranch, reins loose in his grip, staring across dry land, the image of you looking up at him through your lashes would pop into his mind and he’d have to go inside to take care of his little……problem.
It stole the air from him every single time and sometimes, when you weren’t looking, he would study you with a kind of stunned reverence he didn’t dare let you see. Every curve of your body, every single line and dot that shaped you, every detail that he longed to see up close.
And your legs of course.
What he would do to be suffocated by those legs.
The realization that he was thinking such thoughts about you—his best friend—did something complicated in his chest. Awe, regret, desire all tangled together. There were moments he had to drag his gaze away just to breathe properly again.
But god damn those fucking legs.
One evening, just before closing, you found him leaning against the doorway, sleeves rolled up, forearms (veins, veins, veins) dusted faintly with flour from helping you knead dough.
“You know,” Jaeyun said lightly, “if you keep feeding me like this, I’m going to start expecting benefits.”
You snorted. “You get a free croissant and suddenly you think you’re staff?”
“I think I deserve at least a name tag.”
You wiped your hands on your apron, failing to hide your smile. The sky outside was streaked with deep pinks and purples, when you finally locked the door and flipped the sign to Closed, he was still there, leaning against the fence, hat in hand, hair gently blowing in the wind.
“Where are you rushing off to today?” Jaeyun drawled in that tone that always had butterflies flying in your stomach.
“Nowhere.” You hummed slowly, stepping onto the street, “Just got a bottle of wine at home that’s calling my name.” His gaze lifted to yours, steady but careful as he joined you in walking down the street. “I can share.” You added, as if it were an afterthought.
“I’d like that,” Jaeyun said, grinning his goofy grin.
And that was how you ended up here.
The wine caught the light, deep and red and slow as it filled your glass again, third glass of the evening to be precise. The laughter bubbled up between you, warm and easy, as Jaeyun leaned back against the sofa cushions, his arm stretched out along the backrest, fingers dangling just close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his skin.
The glass of wine sat heavy in your hand, the deep crimson liquid swirling as you took a slow sip, letting the tartness linger on your tongue. His stories from the ranch—tales of stubborn horses and endless sunrises—had you both in stitches, the kind of joy that felt like slipping back into an old, comfortable rhythm after all those years apart.
But as the evening deepened, the conversation shifted, meandering from the lighthearted to something more personal. Marriage came up first, Jaeyun mentioning offhand how some of the ranch hands back west had tied the knot, settling down with women who'd followed them into the dust.
“Never seemed like my path thought.” His voice dropped a notch, eyes flicking to yours with a curiosity that made your pulse quicken. “And you, love? Anyone ever catch your eye?”
You did, you idiot.
His hand, which had been resting innocently on his thigh, shifted slightly, the tips of his fingers now brushing the edge of your knee through the thin fabric of your pants. It was accidental—or so it seemed—but the contact sent a spark up your leg. You swallowed, setting your glass down on the coffee table, the clink echoing in the sudden quiet of the room.
“Not really.” Your voice was softer than intended, “But you know ten years is a long time. You must have met some women too.”
Jaeyun's grin faded into something more thoughtful, his gaze drifting to the window where the streetlights cast faint shadows across the floor. He paused, and in that moment, his mind wandered to the women he'd known—fleeting encounters in dusty motels or under starlit skies, bodies pressing close in the heat of the night.
But as he thought of them, their faces blurred, replaced by yours: the way your lips curved when you laughed, the flush creeping up your neck now. He imagined pinning you down, thrusting deep until you gasped his name, writhing beneath him, your melodic moans filling the air. The thought stirred something low in his gut, his cock twitching faintly against the confines of his jeans.
“A few.” Jaeyun said, hand inching just a fraction closer to your thigh. “Nobody that stuck though. Just... passing through, you know?”
He turned the question back, his fingers now fully resting against your leg, a light pressure that made your breath hitch. “You haven’t answered my question though, love. Who's been making your heart race while I was gone, hmm?”
You gasped softly when his hand squeezed your thigh gently, his eyes raking up and down your body. The rancher life had sculpted him into something powerful, his muscles straining against the fabric of his shirt, veins tracing paths along his forearms as he sipped his wine, his lips faintly stained red.
Snap out of it!
“You think you’re the only one who can make my heart race?” You asked, pressing your arms together. His eyes flickered down for half a second to your cleavage in your tank top, bingo, “Really Yeun?”
“Am I not?” Jaeyun said, running a tongue over his lips, oh fuck him, “Isn’t that why you’re not answering my question, love?”
“Hmm maybe.” You giggled, “I’ll admit it, there’s no one yet.” You sighed and tipped your head back against the headrest, closing your eyes, making sure to curve your body just right so he could see your chest properly, “Never even kissed anybody you know.” The wine had loosened your tongue, “I’ve read about it of course, sex and all that.” The warmth of his touch had emboldened you, “Do you think it feels good, Yeun?”
Jaeyun's eyes darkened with desire as he took in your words, his gaze lingering on the swell of your breasts before snapping back up to meet yours. His hand slid further up your thigh, fingers digging into your soft flesh possessively.
“It feels amazing, love.” He rumbled, his voice a deep, seductive purr. "You have no idea how good it feels." He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear, “Tastes juust as sweet as your pastries, if you want a comparison so badly.”
You shivered at his words, pulse pounding in your ears. You'd never been touched like this before, never felt someone’s hands on you with such blatant hunger. It felt intoxicating.
The room went still, save for the soft hum of the clock on the wall. Jaeyun's hand stilled on your leg, his thumb tracing a slow circle that sent shivers racing across your skin. He searched your face, his expression a mix of surprise and something deeper, tender.
“Would you like to, angel?” He murmured voice low and intimate, “Be kissed I mean.”
Your heart pounded, a rush of nerves flooding through you. Your cheeks burned as you met his gaze, was it really a sin to have your best friend be your first? Just two days ago you two were sweetly baking cookies together. And now you were here, your mind screaming at you to get onto that sweet, sweet lap of his.
Lust had never felt so damn euphoric.
Your movements were slow and careful as you moved, propelled by a desperate need to feel his lips on yours. With a sudden burst of courage, you climbed onto his lap, straddling his hips as you threaded your fingers through his hair. Jaeyun's eyes went wide with surprise, then darkened with desire as he took in your position, setting his glass down, but not touching you yet.
“And if I said yes?” You kept your gaze on him, eyes hooded, “What would you do if I said yes, Jaeyun?” His hand slid up to cup your cheek, rough palm gentle against your skin, which then traced down to cup your jaw, thumb tracing your lower lip.
“Then I suppose….” His voice was smooth with unleashed desire, “I’d do this.”
Jaeyun’s lips met yours softly at first, a brush of warmth that made your eyes flutter shut. The kiss deepened slowly, his mouth moving against yours with a deliberate tenderness, tongue teasing the seam of your lips until you parted them, letting him in.
He tasted of wine and sugar, mixed with the faint salt of his skin. Your hands found his shoulders, fingers digging into the firm muscle there as the kiss grew hungrier, his free hand settling on your waist, pulling you nearer.
“Fuck…” He mumbled into the kiss. He tore his mouth away from yours only to blaze a trail of open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat, his teeth scraping delicately over your racing pulse.
“Yeun—ah…” You said, immediately slapping a hand over your mouth at the foreign noises coming from your mouth. Jaeyun only chuckled into the curve of your neck.
“That feel good, love?” He cupped your breast through your top, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak, “My pretty angel likes when I touch her like that hmm?”
“Yeunnn” You whined, hips moving against his hard length unconsciously.
“What happened, my sweet angel?” He lifted his head to meet your gaze, “Tell me what you want, love.”
“I–” You found yourself squirming beneath him as his mouth explored your throat, his hands teasing your body with expert touches that had you aching for more, his name tumbling from your lips like a prayer, “want you to fuck me.” Your words were barely audible, only spurring Jaeyun on.
“What was that?” He said, hand reaching up to grip the back of your head, "Couldn't hear you, love, say that again.”
“I want you to fuck me!” You whimpered, cheeks burning at his words, “Please?” Jaeyun silenced your pleas with a kiss, lips claiming yours as he jut his hips up. You shuddered at the feeling, so big and hard and hot against you.
"Bedroom," Jaeyun said, his eyes blazing. "Now."
With a jerky nod, you let him guide you off the couch and lead you towards your bedroom, anticipation and arousal building with each step, the door clicking shut behind you with a finality that sent your pulse racing anew. The room was dimly lit by the bedside lamp, the bed inviting with its rumpled sheets.
Jaeyun turned to you, his hands framing your face again as he kissed you once more, slower this time, savoring. His fingers trailed down your neck, over your collarbone, slipping under to brush the bare skin of your stomach.
You shivered, arching into his touch, and he broke the kiss to murmur against your ear, “Tell me if you want to stop.”
“I don't.” You replied, voice steady despite the tremor in your limbs. Emboldened, you tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal his chest, tanned and marked with faint scars. Your hands explored him, tracing the ridges of muscle, the warmth of his skin under your palms.
He helped you out of your clothes next, patient and reverent, top discarded, then pants sliding down your legs until you stood in just your underwear. His eyes roamed over you, appreciative and hungry.
“You're so gorgeous, love.” He said simply, stepping closer to kiss your shoulder, then your chest, lips lingering on the swell of your breasts through the fabric.
His mouth found yours in a brief, heated makeout—lips pressing firm, tongue slipping in to taste you, exploring with a gentleness that made your knees weak. It was electric, his stubble grazing your chin as you reached for his jeans, fumbling with the button, and he assisted, kicking them off along with his boxers.
God he looked so perfect thick and hard, curving slightly upward, the head already glistening with precum. You stared, curiosity and desire mixing in your core, an ache building between your thighs.
“Staring are we?” He chuckled, setting you down gently on the edge of the bed, kneeling between your legs.
“N-No.” You muttered, acting as if you weren't on the verge of having a heart attack with how hard your heart was beating.
“Calm down, love.” Jaeyun's hands were everywhere and nowhere at once, soft and reverent, “We’ll go slow yeah?” He cupped your face first, kissing you deeper now, slower, his tongue coaxing yours in lazy circles.
“You're beautiful, angel.” He breathed, trailing kisses down your neck, nipping lightly at your collarbone. He was so careful, like you were something precious, “Tell me if it's too much.” But you shook your head, pulling him closer.
His mouth descended, lips closing around one nipple, sucking gently while his tongue flicked over it. You moaned, low and surprised, your back bowing as heat pooled between your legs. Jaeyun laid you back on the bed, hovering over you, his weight on his elbows to keep from crushing you. You felt so vulnerable under his gaze—your books had never said anything about this odd feeling in your chest.
“Need to stretch you out first, yeah?” He settled between your thighs. His hand cupped your pussy, fingers parting your folds gently, and you tensed, unused to the touch. “Relax for me angel. I've got you.” One finger pressed against your entrance, slick with your growing arousal, and he pushed in slowly, “Ever touched yourself like this, love?”
Your fingers were nothing compared to his, you couldn't even answer him, mind already hazy. The stretch was unfamiliar, a burn that quickly melted into pleasure as he curled his finger inside you, stroking that sensitive spot.
“Yeun…oh! Oh godddd that’s…amazing.” The sensation built, waves of heat radiating from your core, your walls clenching around his digit. You writhed beneath him, moans spilling freely, amazed at how your body responded—wet sounds filling the room as he pumped his finger deeper, preparing you.
“Like that?” He added a second finger, scissoring them to open you up, his thumb circling your clit in firm, steady motions, “My pretty angel likes my fingers?”
“Yes—oh, Jaeyun!” The words dissolved into a whimper as he curled his fingers, hitting a spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids.
“You're so tight, love.” He groaned, watching your face, his free hand stroking your thigh. “Gonna feel incredible around me.” The praise sent shivers through you, and in the heat of the moment you reached down, palming his cock.
“Tch tch.” Jaeyun clicked his tongue, “So impatient.” He worked you steadily, thumb on your clit, building the rhythm until your breaths came in pants, body tensing, “Cum for me first, love.”
When you shattered, it was with a guttural cry, pussy pulsing around his fingers, cum coating his hand in a rush of warmth. He didn't stop, drawing out the waves until you were trembling.
“Yeun Yeun—oh ohhhhh” You whined, already feeling your bones give out. Jaeyun withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean, tasting you with a groan.
“So fucking sweet, angel.” He settled between your thighs, hands gripping your hips as he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, then higher, breath hot against your core, “Taste like heaven for me.”
“Ahh—Yeun…” You moaned loud, propping yourself up by the backs of your elbows to see just what he was doing. You caught sight of his drunken eyes between your legs, “Yeun what—oh fuck!”
His tongue pressed, pressed, pressed flat against your pussy, lapping up the remnants of your earlier release. He sucked your clit gently, then delved deeper, tongue fucking into you, exploring every inch. Your hands fisted the sheets, thighs quivering as he ate you out with focused intensity, nose brushing your clit, lips sealed around your folds.
“Jaeyun!” You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as his tongue circled your clit, flicking it with teasing licks that sent jolts of ecstasy up your spine, “Yeun oh god—right there right there!”
Your pleas made him moan desperately into your folds, his dick straining, aching to plunge into your tight heat. He added a finger alongside his tongue, pumping it in and out while he sucked harder on your clit, pushing you closer to the edge, but he held back just enough, savoring your begging as your arousal dripped down his chin.
“Oh god, Yeun, please.” Your voice broke, your body was on fire, every nerve lit up, thighs trembling around his head. The pressure built fast in your belly, coiling tight, but it's not enough—you needed more. “Fuck me, please!” You begged, your words tumbling out needy, hips grinding against his face. “Want you in me Yeun please please—ahh fuck fuck!”
Jaeyun lifted his head from between your thighs, his lips shiny with your juices, eyes dark and feral as he stared down at you. Your pussy throbbed from his tongue's relentless assault, clit swollen and sensitive, the ache deep inside you screaming for fulfillment. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug grin curling his lips as he heard your ragged breaths and saw the desperation etched on your face.
“Look at you, love.” He murmured, voice husky and low, “Begging like that……driving me insane angel.” He rose, kissing you deeply so you tasted yourself on his tongue, “Pretty girl wants my cock so bad hmm? What have you been reading while I was gone, sweetheart?”
You didn’t have it in you anymore to answer, instead staring at his cock, long and girthy, veins pulsing along the shaft, the head already leaking pre-cum. He was built like everything else about him, overwhelming and powerful. Jaeyun positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing the tip through your slick folds.
“Ah—Yeun…feels so good.” You whispered, a mix of awe and nerves in your voice. Jaeyun smiled softly, leaning down to kiss you softly.
“We’ll go slow angel.” He promised, reaching down to place both your hands on his shoulders, “Ready?”
At your shy nod, Jaeyun smiled and then pushed in, the head breaching you with an agonizingly slow thrust. It split you open, the stretch intense, bordering on pain as your pussy yielded to his thickness.
God this man was so fucking big.
“Yeun!” You cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, but he paused, kissing your forehead and your cheeks.
“Breathe, love. You're doing so well.” Inch by inch, he sank deeper, filling you completely, your walls fluttering around his cock as it bottomed out, stilling to let you adjust, forehead pressed to yours, breaths shared in the intimate space.
The fullness was indescribable—every ridge, every pulse of him inside you. “Yeun—feel so full fuckkk.” You had no idea what you were saying at that point, every single thought just Jaeyun Jaeyun Jaeyun. He groaned, burying his face in your neck, holding still until you adjusted, your hips starting to rock tentatively.
“So tight, angel.” He whispered, “You doing alright?”
“Mmhh…” You sighed, “Feel so good Yeun.” You slowly wrapped your legs around him, nails digging into his back, “Move….please.”
When you urged him on, he began to move—slow thrusts, pulling out almost to the tip before sliding back in, his cock dragging along your inner walls. The friction built pleasure steadily, your amazement turning to bliss as he fucked you softly, hips rolling in a gentle rhythm.
“Feel—hah fuck you’re so tight—-feel good love?” He asked, voice strained, and you nodded, tangling your fingers into his hair. His hands roamed your body, one pinching your nipple, the other gripping your hip, but always tender, like he was savoring every moment.
The pace stayed languid, his thick cock stretching you with each pass, hitting spots that made stars burst behind your eyelids. Sweat beaded on his muscular chest, dripping onto your skin as he leaned down to kiss you, tongues tangling in time with his thrusts. Your climax built gradually, coiling tight in your belly, and you clenched around him, crying out his name.
“Close—Yeun I’m, fuck..…close” You felt him speed up, just a fraction, grinding against your clit.
You shattered first, pussy spasming around his cock, waves of ecstasy crashing over you soaked him with your release. Jaeyun kissed you through it, murmuring your name like a prayer, pace quickening as his own release neared.
He followed seconds later, thrusting deep one last time, his cock pulsing as he filled you with hot cum, groaning your name like a prayer.
“Fuck, love……so perfect.” He panted, still buried inside, holding you close as you both caught your breath, the aftershocks trembling through your joined bodies, “You ok sweetheart?”
“More.” You mumbled, eyes half shut but god you wanted to feel that again and again and again, “Want moreee Yeun, please?”
“More?” A breathy chuckle came from him, “You sure, love? Don’t wanna hurt you.”
“Just fuck me already, Jaeyun."
He didn't hesitate this time. Flipping you onto your stomach, he hiked your hips up, slamming back into your cum-slick pussy with a forceful thrust. The gentleness evaporated, replaced by raw power—his muscular body driving into you hard, cock pounding deep, splitting you wider with each brutal stroke.
“Like that, love?” The bed creaked ominously, headboard thumping against the wall as he fucked you relentlessly, one hand fisting your hair, the other slapping your ass lightly to spur you on.“God, sweet little pussy looovess me so much.”
You moaned into the pillow, the intensity overwhelming, pleasure bordering on too much as his thick shaft battered your cervix. “Yes, Jaeyun...harder! Fuck!”
He obliged, hips snapping faster, balls slapping against your clit, the room filling with the wet sounds of him railing you. Sweat slicked your skin, his muscles flexing with every plunge, and you pushed back, meeting his thrusts, chasing another high. The bed groaned louder, springs protesting, and you felt it—the frame shifting under the force.
With a final, savage push, he drove in deep, and the bed gave way, one leg buckling with a sharp crack. You both tumbled slightly, laughing through gasps as he kept fucking you on the tilted mattress, undeterred.
Jaeyun flipped you to face him, his cock hammered into you, stretching your pussy to its limits, and you came again, screaming his name as your walls milked him. He whined high, pumping another load of cum into you, hot and thick, collapsing as the bed fully surrendered beneath you.
“Oh god.” Jaeyun panted, slowly but surely pulling out of you after a few minutes of hard breathing, “Oh my god I am so sorry.”
“Yeun just—” You said, eyes fluttering close as exhaustion washed over you, “—just shhhh.”
“I broke your be—”
“Shhh.”
In the aftermath, tangled in sheets on the broken bed, he pulled you close, kissing your temple as you surrendered to the warmth of his bed, not giving a fuck about anything other than the sleep that was threatening to overtake you.
“Good night, my angel.”
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A few days had passed since that unforgettable night in your bedroom, you two had fallen back into the easy rhythm of best friends, but now laced with stolen glances and lingering touches that sent sparks through your skin.
The desert sun beat down relentlessly as you helped him out at the ranch that afternoon, hauling feed buckets under the vast, cloudless sky. You had offered to help mostly to prove—to him and to yourself—that you could exist in his world as easily as he had begun to exist in yours. So you had tied your hair back with a ribbon that was already slipping loose, rolled your sleeves to your elbows, and followed him out.
The land stretched wide and gold around you, wind combing through tall grass in lazy waves. It was quieter than the town, open and airy.
You tried not to stare at the way his shoulders shifted beneath his shirt when he lifted a saddle or how easily he handled the tools laid out near the fence or how his shirt clung to his torso.
He explained something about new horseshoes—how the ground out here had been rougher than expected, how he wanted to make sure the fit was right before taking the horse too far and you were nodding away like you hadn't been watching his hands for the past 30 minutes.
You'd chosen your outfit carefully that morning: a particularly short skirt that barely skimmed your thighs, the fabric light and teasing against your legs. Every time you bent to pick something up, you caught Jaeyun's eyes flicking downward, his jaw tightening. You could tell from the way his gaze darkened, how he adjusted his stance when you brushed past him, why did no one tell you the art of seduction felt so amazing?
And god, you were turned on too, mesmerized by his veiny hands gripping the tools, the cords of muscle standing out as he worked, and those defined abs peeking from under his hem when he stretched. The memory of them under your fingers from that night made your core ache.
The horse—a tall chestnut mare with a white blaze down her nose—snorted softly as he ran a steady palm along her flank. She stamped once, impatient but not wild.
“Well she’s certainly got spirit.” You said lightly, trying to sound braver than you felt.
“Reminds me of someone else I know.” He glanced at you, amused. “You’ll be fine.”
He tightened the girth, checked the stirrups, then swung himself up into the saddle in one smooth, practiced motion. The movement was effortless, and for a brief second you simply stared. From atop the horse, he looked unfairly at home, sun catching in his hair, one hand resting loose on the reins. He leaned down slightly, extending his hand toward you.
“Come on.” Your stomach flipped at the sound of his voice. You stepped closer, boots crunching against dirt. His hand wrapped around yours—warm and calloused and before you could overthink it, he tugged.
You let out a small startled breath as your feet left the ground. The world tilted and then you were lifted, guided up and over, settling onto the saddle in front of him.
Your back pressed against his chest. It was an accident at first, a byproduct of space.
But then he adjusted you gently by the hips, positioning you more securely, and the contact became deliberate.
Close.
Far too close.
You were acutely aware of everything, the heat of him at your back, the solid line of his torso. The steady rise and fall of his breathing that brushed against your shoulder blades. Your hands hovered awkwardly before settling at the front of the saddle.
“Comfortable?” He asked. You nodded, though your voice felt lodged somewhere in your throat. The horse shifted beneath you, muscles coiling with contained energy. Jaeyun’s boots nudged lightly at her sides, and she began to move—slow at first, a careful walk around the paddock.
The rhythm was unfamiliar. Each step rolled through your hips, gentle but undeniable. You felt it everywhere—through your thighs, your spine, the space where his legs bracketed yours. His arm came around you loosely to guide the reins, forearm brushing against your waist, a highly practical thing.
It did absolutely nothing to steady your pulse.
The wind lifted strands of your hair, carrying the scent of leather and grass and him. You could feel the warmth of his chest through your shirt.
“You’re stiff, angel.” He murmured, voice close to your ear. You exhaled, trying to relax your shoulders.
“I’m not used to this.” You said, “More of a baker myself.”
“Of course you are.” Jaeyun chuckled, “I’ve got you.”
Highly simple words and they were making you go insane.
The mare picked up into a slow trot. The change jolted you slightly, and instinctively your fingers tightened on the saddle. The motion was sharper now, bouncing you subtly back against him. He adjusted without hesitation, his hand sliding more securely around your middle. Your breath hitched.
Every small shift brought you into closer contact, his chest against your back, his thigh firm along yours, the brush of his chin briefly grazed your hair when the horse’s stride lifted you both.
You tried to focus on the horizon, on the open sky, on anything but the heat blooming under your skin.
“She’s moving well.” He said, more to himself than to you. You nodded again, though your thoughts were far from horseshoes. The mare startled then, a sudden surge forward when something rustled near the fence.
Why were the gods never on your side?
The trot snapped into something faster, tearing your breath from your lungs as the ground seemed to blur slightly. Your body pitched forward, unprepared for the speed.
Jaeyun’s arm shot firmly across your torso, locking around your waist. In one fluid motion, he pulled you back flush against him, your back colliding with his chest. His other hand tightened on the reins, guiding the horse back under control, but his arm never loosened.
You felt the strength in it, the tension, the protective instinct that had flared without a second thought and you were absolutely dead.
What an extraordinary person you were, you thought, this man had taken your virginity and this was what you were bubbling over.
The mare slowed after a few heartbeats, settling once more into a manageable pace. But he didn’t release you. His forearm remained braced across your middle, palm splayed firmly at your side. You could feel the pressure of each finger through the fabric of your shirt.
Your entire body was pressed to his now—hips aligned, shoulders pinned gently back against him. His chest rose and fell against your spine, slower now, but still charged with the remnants of adrenaline.
“You’re okay.” He said, low and close. You nodded, though you weren’t entirely sure what ‘okay’ meant in this context, “I think that’s enough for one day.” The arm around you softened slightly but stayed in place, his thumb brushing once against your side.
You became painfully aware of how perfectly you fit there. The world seemed smaller now, narrowed to the space between his heartbeat and yours.
You were fucked.
As the sun began its slow descent, painting the dunes in oranges and golds, you two slowly walked back to his truck, having taken him up on his offer to drop you home. Your legs were a little wobbly from the unfamiliar rhythm of the saddle, and he noticed immediately, offering his arm without comment when the ground dipped unevenly.
Neither of you spoke much, not because there wasn’t anything to say, but because the quiet had become strangely comfortable. You climbed into the passenger seat with a small sigh, leaning your head back against the cushion while Jaeyun slid into the driver’s seat and sat there for a moment, forearms resting on the steering wheel, catching his breath.
You glanced over at him. A strand of hair had fallen across his forehead and there was a flush high on his cheekbones. How very handsome.
“You know,” You said after a moment with a lazy giggle, “I always carry chocolate sauce in my purse.”
Jaeyun blinked. He turned his head slowly toward you, brow creasing in confusion.
“You what?”
You reached into your bag with theatrical seriousness, rummaging around until your fingers wrapped around the small bottle you kept tucked away, holding it up triumphantly. “For emergencies.”
“Refreses me.” You nodded sagely, “Kinda like lemonade.”
“I don't think that’s how it works, sweetheart.” He laughed, the sound of a gentle midnight drizzle.
“It absolutely is.” You leaned back in the seat again, dangling the bottle between your fingers. “You never know when you’ll need a little sweetness.”
Jaeyun huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. But then—unfortunately for him—his brain betrayed him.
An image of you arrived immediately, chocolate on your lips, your mouth glistening sweet while you laughed the way you were laughing now.
And suddenly his throat felt dry and his dick felt a bit harder.
“You’d look good like that.”
Great fucking job, Jaeyun.
Silence fell as his words slipped out before he realized they had. Your hand stilled in mid air as he froze. For a moment, neither of you moved. Then your head turned slowly toward him.
“…What?” You asked softly. His eyes widened slightly, like he’d just realized he’d stepped directly into a trap of his own making.
“I’m so sorry—that’s not what I meant, I just—” But the explanation died halfway out with a shuddering breath as he saw the way your eyes traced over him.
There was something in your gaze now that hadn’t been there a second ago, something curious, and maybe hazardous.
“Just what, Yeun?” You said, the sound light, moving your thigh closer to his so your skirt hem brushed his leg, “You think I’d look good with chocolate all over my lips?” His breath hitched, pupils dilating as he glanced at your short skirt again, then up to your breasts straining against your top in the heat, “You think you want to kiss it off my lips, hm?”
The dare hung in the air, your eyes locking on his, his grip on the steering wheel hardened. He swallowed hard, clearly imagining it—your mouth on his skin, the absolute sweetness of you—his sweet angel.
“Love, just—” He murmured, but your hand grazed his thigh and the tension snapped like a taut rope.
“Yeun…” You whispered, your hand on his thigh, feeling the muscle tense under your palm. “Can you lie back for me, please?”
It was safe to say you had zero idea what you were doing—hell the art of seduction just meant getting yourself lost in the haze of your own horniness. But the way Jaeyun’s breaths came a little too quick and the way his dick strained against his pants was driving you bat shit insane.
His eyes burned with desire, fixed on your breasts as they rose and fell with your breaths. He was obsessed with them—the way they bounced slightly when you moved, the soft curves pressing against the fabric.
You climbed onto him without any hesitation, skirt riding up your thighs as you settled onto his lap, giving one experimental shift of your hips. Jaeyun groaned, shifting to recline the driver's seat fully, his back arching against the leather as his shirt pulled up, exposing his chiseled abs, each ridge etched deep.
You ran a tongue over your lips as you clicked open the cap of the bottle, drizzling it slooowlyy over his stomach, watching it pool in the valleys between his abs, trailing down toward his navel. The scent filled the air—rich cocoa mixing with his musky sweat. Jaeyun hissed at the cool touch, his cock twitching visibly in his jeans.
“Angel... that's cold.” But his voice was thick with arousal, his veiny hands gripping the seat edges to steady himself.
Straddling his hips, your short skirt hiked up completely, exposing your panties to the air between you. You leaned down, breasts brushing his chest, and he groaned again, eyes glued to them, one hand reaching up to cup one through your top, thumb rubbing your hardening nipple.
“So fucking perfect.” He muttered, squeezing gently, turned on beyond words by their fullness, the way they filled his palm, “How did I get so lucky hm?” You moaned softly, the sound muffled as you lowered your mouth to his skin.
“Lucky?” Your breath ghosted over his stomach, “Still haven't asked me to be yours, properly Jaeyun.”
Your tongue flicked out, lapping at the chocolate sauce on his lower abs first, the flavor bursting sweet and bitter against the salt of his body. You licked in long strokes, tracing each defined muscle, sucking lightly to clean the sauce from the ridges.
Jaeyun's abs contracted under your mouth, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he fought to stay quiet—the truck's windows were up, but the open desert could carry sounds.
“Shit, love….feels so good.” He whispered hoarsely, his free hand tangling in your hair, guiding you without pushing.
You worked upward, swirling your tongue around, then flattening your tongue broad against his upper abs, licking firmly to savor every inch. The chocolate smeared slightly on your lips, but you didn't care—his skin was hot, tasting of him beneath the sweetness, and you hummed in pleasure, the vibration making him buck his hips.
Your hand slid down, palming his clothed cock through his jeans. It was rock-hard, thick and straining, the outline clear as you rubbed along the length, squeezing the head. He throbbed under your touch, pre-cum likely soaking his boxers, and he bit his lip to stifle a moan, his veiny hand clamping over his mouth for a second.
“Quiet, Yeun.” You teased in a breathy whisper, your own arousal building as you ground your soaked panties against his thigh.
But you were struggling too—the wet sounds of your licking, the slick slide of your palm over his bulge, it all threatened to echo. You licked higher, cleaning the last traces from just below his chest, your breasts pressing fully against him now, nipples draaagging over his skin. He growled low, the hand on your breast kneading harder, pinching your nipple through the fabric until you gasped, your mouth pausing on his abs.
“Can’t get enough of you, angel.” Jaeyun rasped as he watched you, his cock jerking under your stroking hand. You resumed licking, slower now, savoring the way his muscles jumped, the chocolate fully gone but your tongue reluctant to stop. Finally, you sat up, lips shiny, and met his gaze—dark, hungry, tension crackling between you like the desert heat. But instead of pulling away, you shifted forward, positioning your core directly over his abs.
The skirt bunched at your waist as you rocked against him, your panties drenched, clit throbbing as it rubbed over the hard ridges of his stomach.
“Need you so bad Yeun.” You whimpered, hands on his chest for leverage, palming his cock again with one hand, the friction making him hiss. He nodded, abs flexing deliberately under you to increase the pressure, his veiny hands gripping your thighs, thumbs digging into the soft flesh just below your skirt.
“Fucking hell you’re so wet.” His voice came strained, “Use me aaall you want, my angel.”
You started slow, hips rolling in a steady grind, your pussy lips spreading over his skin through the thin barrier of your panties, the chocolate residue making everything slicker. Each forward sliiide dragged your clit along a peak of his abs, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine.
You bit your lip hard to stay quiet, but soft whimpers escaped, your breasts bouncing with the motion, drawing his eyes like magnets. He was mesmerized, one hand sliding up to push your top higher, exposing them fully—your nipples peaked, begging for attention.
“God, angel, look at you….…” His cock pulsed under your palm as you stroked him faster, unzipping his jeans just enough to rub over the fabric of his boxers, feeling the heat and girth.
The pace quickened, your hips bucking now, riding his abs with desperate thrusts. The ridges provided perfect friction, hitting your clit repeatedly, your arousal soaking through your panties onto his skin, mixing with the faint chocolate stickiness.
“Yeun….feels so good.” You gasped, voice a hushed plea, struggling not to cry out as the pressure built.
“Pussy’s drippin all over me.” He thrust up subtly, abs clenching to grind back against you, his own breaths labored, grunts muffled behind clenched teeth, “My angel’s going to make herself cum?”
Sweat beaded on his torso, making the slide even smoother, and you leaned forward, breasts dangling over his face. He captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, tongue lashing the sensitive bud while his hand palmed the other, rolling it between his fingers.
The dual sensations overwhelmed you—his mouth on your breast, the relentless rub of his abs against your core. You palmed his cock roughly now, fingers tracing the veins along the shaft through the cloth, squeezing the base as it leaked more pre-cum.
The truck filled with the hushed symphony of your bodies—wet grinds, stifled moans, the creak of the seat under his shifting weight. Your thighs trembled, skirt flipped up completely, exposing everything as you rode him faster, clit swollen and pulsing.
“Yeun—hah—gonna cum.” You whispered urgently, nails digging into his shoulders. He released your nipple with a pop, eyes locked on your bouncing breasts, then down to where your pussy dragged over his abs.
“Go on love. Soak me like a good girl.” His words pushed you over, and you shattered, pussy clenching on nothing as waves of pleasure crashed through you, juices flooding out to drench his stomach, your body shaking with the intensity.
You collapsed forward, panting against his neck, still palming his cock in lazy strokes as aftershocks rippled. He held you close, one veiny hand stroking your back, the other cupping your ass under the skirt.
“Fucking hell.” He breathed, voice rough with his own unspent need, but content in the intimacy, “Where the actual hell did you learn that sweetheart?”
“Told you I read a lot.” You kissed his jaw, “Wanna head home?”
“We’ll be doing way more than that, love.”
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Sim Jaeyun was a fucking flirt.
Of course, you had expected it fully when he came into town looking like that. But ever since your three nights of constant lovemaking, you were sure he was only yours. But of course this bastard chatted up the women in town, his easy charm drawing them in like moths.
So what else was a girl supposed to do other than retaliate?
Your bakery buzzed with the usual morning rush, the scent of fresh pastries mingling with the dry desert air filtering through the open door.
You laughed a little too brightly at the compliments from a couple of regular customers who lingered at the counter, their eyes appreciative as they ordered their usuals. It was harmless flirting but you revelled in knowing it stung him; you saw the flicker in his expression, his veiny hands gripping his coffee tightly as he watched from the doorway.
You couldn't wait to get back home.
“Nice show you were putting on, angel.” Jaeyun scooped you up with effortless strength, carrying you straight to the bedroom, the repaired bed waiting like an invitation.
“You started it, Yeun.” His dark eyes bored into yours, as you bit your lip, heat flooding your cheeks—and lower—as you met his gaze, “Can’t blame a girl for trying can you?”
“Oh trust me I can.” He laid you back, his abs brushing your stomach through his shirt, “Let me show you how, yeah?” You felt the familiar ache of desire twist within you, his breath hot as he rummaged in his pocket. He pulled out a small black box, flipping it open to reveal a….peculiar shaped silicone ring. “You wanna know what this is, angel?” You nodded your head a meek no and he chuckled.
“Friend of mine back in the city gave it to me.” He slowly pulled away from you, opening the drawer next to the bed and pulling out your silk scarf, why ever did you tell him where you kept those things, “And we’re going to play a game with it.”
His thick cock strained against his pants as he blindfolded you with the soft scarf. The world went dark, heightening every sensation—the rustle of clothes, the dip of the mattress as he stripped you both bare.
You settled back, heart pounding, the cool sheets contrasting the air on your naked skin. Jaeyun's hands traced your body reverently, starting at your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples until they pebbled hard.
“So beautiful, angel.” His voice was thick with arousal, “I’m going to fuck you with my fingers and my cock, and you’re going to guess which is which.” His tone was playful yet commanding, making your pussy clench in anticipation, “Ready to play, love?”
You meekly nodded again as he settled between your legs, the bed creaking under his weight. He slipped the ring onto his index finger, the vibrator hummed to life at a low setting, a deep buzz that vibrated through the air.
You gasped as he pressed the tip of his finger against your entrance, circling your clit teasingly before pushing inside. The vibrations pulsed against your inner walls, intense and unrelenting, stretching you just enough with the girth of his digit. He curled it, rubbing that spot deep within, the buzz amplifying every nerve.
“Which one is it, love?” He asked, voice husky, his free hand palming your breast, pinching the nipple. You arched, blindfold somehow heightening the pleasure.
“F-Finger?” You whimpered, hips bucking instinctively. He chuckled, low and satisfied, thrusting his finger deeper, the ring's vibrations making your toes curl.
“Good girl.” He withdrew slowly, leaving you aching, then positioned himself. His cock, veiny and oh so much larger, nudged your folds, the head parting you before he sank in inch by inch.
The stretch was exquisite, his size splitting you open just like that first time, filling you completely. No vibrations yet, but the raw girth dragged along your walls, hitting every sensitive point, “Which one, sweetheart?”
“Cock—cock oh god Yeun!” You moaned loud, your hands fisting the sheets, “Yeun you’re so big!” The words tumbled out, stroking his ego; you heard his sharp intake of breath, felt him throb inside you.
“Fuck, angel, yeah…..keep—ah—keep talking like that.” He rocked his hips slowly, a gentle fuck that built the tension, his abs flexing against your thighs, “Dirty little angel.”
He pulled out almost fully, then switched—plunging his finger into your soaked pussy. The buzz hit harder this time, higher setting, vibrating wildly as he pumped two fingers now, scissoring them to open you wider.
“Guess.” He demanded, leaning down to suck a mark on your neck, his cock sliding along your thigh. The dual penetration of his fingers plus the relentless thrum had you writhing, clit pulsing untouched.
“Finger—oh hahhhh….” You gasped. He hummed in approval, twisting his wrist to grind the vibrations against your g-spot, your juices coating his hand.
And then back to his cock—he thrust in deep, bottoming out with a groan, your mind leaving you as you felt every ridge, every vein.
“Feel so full Yeun….filling me up so gooood…” You praised him breathlessly, blindfolded eyes imagining his smug grin, the way his muscles tensed.
He fucked you with measured strokes, slow and deep, pulling whimpers from your throat. The alternation continued, a torturous rhythm: finger with the ring buzzing furiously, curling and thrusting until your walls fluttered; then his cock, bare and powerful, pounding in with raw force that made the bedframe groan.
Each switch blurred the lines, your guesses growing desperate—“Cock! No, finger... oh fuck, Jaeyun!”—as pleasure layered upon itself. He amped the vibrator higher during finger turns, the buzz echoing through your core, while his cock thrusts grew harder, chasing your reactions.
The build was relentless, coiling tighter with every alternation. His finger—buzzing deep deep deep, stretching your pussy with twists that made stars burst behind the blindfold. His cock—plunging thick and unyielding, the head battering your cervix in the best way. '
“Yeun, ‘m gonna cum!” You cried, legs wrapping around him. He growled, switching faster now, the game dissolving into pure sensation.
Finally, on a deep cock thrust, combined with his thumb on your clit, you shattered—squirting hard, fluid gushing around his shaft, soaking the sheets as your pussy clenched in waves of ecstasy.
“Fuck, angel, that's it…..squirt for me, pretty baby.” He praised, riding out your orgasm with shallow pumps before pulling out, breathing ragged.
You collapsed, trembling, the blindfold damp with sweat. He removed it gently, his dark eyes soft with affection amid the lust, kissing your forehead. “So beautiful when you let go, angel.”
You lay there, chest heaving, body still humming from the intensity of your release, the sheets beneath you damp and twisted. Jaeyun's warmth pressed against your side, his arm draped possessively over your waist as he nuzzled into your neck, planting soft kisses along your sweat-slicked skin.
The blindfold was now discarded on the nightstand, and the room felt charged with the afterglow, the air thick with the scent of your combined arousal.
“Yeun?”
“Hmm?”
You turned your head to meet his gaze. His eyes, dark and sated, locked onto yours, a small smile playing on his lips, “Can I ask you something?” He nodded and you took in a breath, “Can you teach me how to suck you off?”
And that was the day Sim Jaeyun lived his last.
You looked so fucking innocent like this, widened eyes asking him so sweetly such a devilish thing. And it was destroying all his remaining brain cells.
He paused, surprise flickering across his features before it melted into a heated grin, his hand sliding up to cup your cheek. “You sure, angel?”
“I want to.” You insisted, propping yourself up on one elbow, your free hand trailing down his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart, “Wanna make you feel good.”
Jaeyun’s breath hitched at your touch, his cock already stirring to life against your thigh, half-hard from the remnants of your shared pleasure. He nodded, shifting to sit up against the headboard, legs spread wide to make room for you.
“Come here.” He said, voice low and encouraging, patting the space between his thighs. “We’ll go slow.”
You crawled forward on your knees, the mattress dipping under your weight, positioning yourself between his legs. His cock lay heavy against his stomach, thickening as you watched, the shaft veined and flushed, the head still glistening from your earlier release.
A bead of precum formed at the tip, and you felt a fresh wave of curiosity and desire pool in your core. Your hands rested on his thighs, fingers digging into the firm muscle as you leaned in closer, inhaling his musky scent—earthy and intoxicating.
“First, use your hands.” Jaeyun instructed gently, reaching down to guide one of yours to his base. His fingers wrapped around yours, showing you how to grip him loosely, stroking upward in a slow, firm pull that made him groan softly, “Feel how hard I am baby? That's exactly what you do to me, my sweet angel.”
You mimicked the motion on your own, hand sliding along his length, marveling at the velvety smoothness over the rigid heat beneath. Precum smeared under your thumb as you circled the head, and Jaeyun's hips jerked slightly, his hand threading into your hair.
“Good girl.” He praised, voice roughening, “Now your mouth—just lick first.” He instructed softly, his cock bobbing heavy before your face, pre-cum beading at the tip.
You leaned in, tongue darting out to lap at the slit, salty and musky, making him hiss. Your lips parted to suckle the crown, tongue flicking the sensitive underside. He threaded fingers through your hair, not pushing yet, just encouraging.
“Relax your jaw and breathe through your nose. Yeah, just like that.” Inch by inch, you slid down, his thickness stretching your mouth, the veins pulsing against your tongue. His cock fully hardened now, standing proud and thick, curving toward your mouth like an invitation.
“Open up, angel.” He murmured, guiding you with a gentle nudge. Your lips stretched around the bulbous head, the fullness pressing against your tongue as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked.
Jaeyun moaned, low and deep, his free hand gripping the sheets. “That's it, angel—god, your mouth’s fucking heaven. Bob your head a little for me, thaat’s it.”
You eased down further, inch by inch, your jaw relaxing as you accommodated his girth. Saliva pooled in your mouth, dribbling down his shaft as you sucked and licked, the wet sounds filling the room alongside his ragged breaths.
Your hand twisted at the base, following the rhythm of your mouth, while your other hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently as he'd shown you earlier in the heat of the moment.
“Look at me.” Jaeyun rasped, and you glanced up through your lashes, seeing the raw hunger in his eyes, the way his chest rose and fell. It spurred you on, making you take him deeper, until the head bumped the back of your throat. You gagged but didn't pull back, breathing through your nose, tears pricking your eyes from the effort.
“Easy, sweetheart.” He soothed, thumb stroking your cheek. “God, you’re a—ah ahh—a fuckin natural.”
The praise sent a thrill through you, your pussy clenching emptily as you worked him, alternating between deep sucks and teasing licks along the frenulum. His hips began to rock subtly, fucking your mouth in shallow thrusts, but he kept control, letting you set the pace. Drool escaped the corners of your lips, slicking your chin and his balls, the messiness only heightening the intimacy.
“Can I... faster?” You pulled off briefly to ask, voice muffled and breathless, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his cock.
“Fuck yes.” He said, guiding your head back down, “Gonna make me cum down your throat, love.”
You redoubled your efforts, bobbing quicker, hand flying along the slick length you couldn't reach. He pushed your head down, guiding you faster, cock sliding deeper into your throat with each thrust. You relaxed, letting him use your mouth, the wet glucks filling the room as he fucked your face. Tears pricked your eyes from the depth, but the thrill of pleasuring him—seeing his abs clench, hearing his moans—kept you going.
You felt him swell, the telltale pulse against your tongue, and hollowed deeper, urging him on with a hum that vibrated through him.
“Take it, baby—all of me.” He grunted, pace quickening. His veiny hand held you steady, pushing until your nose brushed his pelvis, then pulling back just enough for air before plunging again. You sucked harder, tongue working the underside, hand cupping his sack to massage.
You chose to stay, sealing your lips tight as he thrust once, twice, then erupted. Hot spurts of cum flooded your mouth, thick and bitter-salty, coating your tongue as you swallowed convulsively, some dribbling past your lips despite your efforts.
Jaeyun's hand held you there gently through it, body shuddering, a guttural moan tearing from his throat, as he forced you to gulp it all down. Not that you were complaining though.
When he softened, you released him with a pop, licking your lips clean, a shy but satisfied smile breaking across your face as you looked up. Cum glistened on your chin, and he reached down to wipe it away with his thumb, pushing it back into your mouth for you to suck.
“Did I do good, Yeun?” You murmured. He kissed you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue.
“Perfect.” He breathed, pulling you up into his lap for another kiss. You smiled against his lips as he pulled you into his warm arms, feeling sleep take over you.
Love is lust, as it always had been.
But maybe your Yeun could make both of them feel as sweet as cream.
SYNOPSIS...for months you’ve been hiding you’re a vampire from your boyfriend. Controlling your lust, living about like a human, but as time passes it gets harder to conceal. His scent drives crazy, slip ups happening more often than not. One kiss soon turned into addiction, a small drop of his blood has you left with a deep hunger, craving more. You know eventually where it will lead and it’s only a matter of time before he sees the real you
INFO...gojo x vampire fem!reader, dark content, lots of blood talk, gore (?), angst, eventual smut, reader has thoughts of hurting/killing gojo, reader drinks animal blood, description of bloodlust/transformation, violence, not proofread
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For a few days now you’ve been avoiding Gojo as much as you could. Every plan, every date, you’ve brushed it off and made up an excuse. Sure you’d text him, facetime him, but you couldn’t gather the courage to face him in person. You’re afraid of your own self. The thought of breaking up with him has crossed your mind plenty of times ever since what happened at the gym. Even when you’re away from him, starving yourself of him, you can feel the need grow stronger. The hungrier you are, the more dangerous it is to have him around.
You thought you knew what you were getting yourself into, you’ve been able to walk among humans for nearly ten years now without a problem. But something about Gojo dragged you in, the minute you laid eyes on him at the nightclub, all alone sitting at the bar, drink in hand. His scent was the first thing you remember, so potent, standing out from everyone else and back then you were still able to keep yourself under control.
You’ve boiled it down to the fact it’s because you’ve grown closer to him emotionally and physically. Your feelings for him grow stronger and in return so does your desire to taste him. Though you know all too well that one taste can easily turn into a bloodbath. While you may be able to walk among humans without an issue, you’ve only tasted human blood a handful of times and that could easily make you lose control. The natural monster in you has always craved more, but you’ve told yourself you couldn’t kill others.
That’s your biggest fear with Gojo because you do have those thoughts. You see those images flash before your eyes, you see him soaked in blood as you lick every wound made by you. It gets you excited, riled up, even though your heart feels entirely different. It’s why you have to leave, to protect him. You’ll eventually kill him.
You step into the kitchen, walking towards the fridge to pour yourself a glass of water. The ceramic tile is cold against your feet, and the tv in the living room quietly plays Love Island in the background. You close the fridge with your foot, sipping from your glass. Unbeknownst to you, your phone silently vibrates on the couch, Gojo’s name popping up.
The second he was close enough, you could smell him, hearing him walk up the steps to your apartment. What was he doing here? He didn’t say he was coming over. You panicked. He’s probably caught onto you avoiding him by know, usually you two never go this long without seeing each other. Three knocks at your door.
You set down your glass, gathering yourself before walking over to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it. There he stood, tall and handsome, staring at you with a small smile on his face.
“There’s my girl,” he chuckled.
“H-hey.” You moved over to the side, allowing him to come, shutting the door behind him.
“I called to tell you I was on my way up but you didn’t answer.” He kicked his shoes off and took off his coat.
“I was…um…in the kitchen.” Your hands grow sweaty as you watch the way his muscles move under the light, and you could see his neck pulse from where you were standing.
He hummed in response. “We haven’t seen in each other in a few days so I thought I’d surprise you. I got out the gym early and needed to see you.” He walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you in close.
Everything in you wanted to pull away, his scent filling your lungs, your brain spiral as you can feel his heartbeat against you. He cups your face, pressing a kiss to your lips. “I also stopped by because I feel like we need to talk.” He caresses your cheek with his thumb.
“Oh? About what?” You stupidly respond, as if you didn’t know it’s most likely about acting extremely weird ever since that day you two were making out.
“You’ve been acting…weird, distant. And I didn’t want to think anything at first but it keeps bothering me.” He pulls away from you but the sincerity never leaves his eyes.
Yeah everything is fine. I haven’t been thinking about drinking your blood or killing lately.
“I’m…fine.” You nod, giving a fake smile before walking off into the kitchen again. You hear his footsteps trail after you.
“You’re lying,” he says. “Did I do something? Say something? I need you to talk to me, baby. I know something isn’t right.” He grabs your hand in attempts to make you face but it’s nearly impossible being so close to him right now. He has zero clue how hard it is for you to hold back, fighting every instinct in your body just so you won’t hurt him.
“I said I’m fine,” you sternly say, gazing out the kitchen window.
“Can you at least look at me when you say it?” He pleads.
Slowly, you turn, arms crossed against your chest. “I’m fine,” you repeat.
“You don’t look or sound fine to me,” he retorts. “Can you just be honest?”
“Satoru, please don’t do this right now. I’m not in the mood,” you scoff, walking past him and into your bedroom where he continues to follow.
“That’s the problem. You’re never in the mood anymore. You speak in short sentences, you avoid me like the plague, and when I am around you barely acknowledge my existence. So, am I your boyfriend or just a fucking friend? Whats going on here?” He starts to raise his voice, watching you walk away with your back turned towards him.
“Just stop! Okay, I get it. If you want the truth I’ll just say it,” you pause for a moment. “I think we need to break up.” The moment you said it, you could see his whole world shatter. You could hear his heart rate speed up, blood pumping rapidly.
“W-what?” He softly asked, clearly in disbelief.
“We need to break up,” you repeat, thickly swallowing. “It’s not you, it’s me.”
“Oh, don’t give me that bullshit!” He shouts. “Why? What did I do? What is it?” He prods and prods and it makes it harder for you sit here in front of him because you can feel his pain, his sadness and anger. You feel all of it too.
“It’s not easy to explain, okay? I just…you need to trust that I’m not a very good person for you. That’s the only way I can put it.” You shake your head. The angrier he gets, the stronger his scent becomes and you feel like backing into a corner.
“What is that supposed to mean? I’m not understanding. This doesn’t make any sense.” He steps closer towards you and you feel yourself losing control, your senses heightening, palms sweating profusely as it feels like he’s wrapping around you, pulling you in, tempting you.
“Satoru, please leave. You…you need to go.” You turn away from him attempting to walk towards the bathroom and locking yourself in but he doesn’t let you. He grabs your wrist, tugging you back. You feel your fangs growing in, and you know your eyes already changed too.
“I’m not leaving until you give me an actual explanation—baby?” Gojo is left confused as he watches you stumble against the wall. “Hey, hey, hey.” He catches you, holding you up straight.
“No! Don’t touch me! Leave! Satoru, please!” You beg. “I don’t want hurt you!” You pull away from him, too coward to face him.
Drink him. Eat him.
“What the fuck are you talking about? You’re not making any sense!” He reaches for you again.
Drink him. Drink him.
Within a blink of an eye you tackle him to the floor, pinning him down. The back of his head hitting the ground. “What the fuck?!” He stares up at you in horror, looking into your eyes, dark a bloodshot, your teeth that are sharp and long.
Control it. Control it.
You push yourself off of him, someway somehow. You run into the bathroom, locking yourself in. “No, no, no, no,” you mutter. You almost did it. You almost lost control, you almost sank your teeth into him. You feel hot tears brim your eyes, feeling them fall down your face as you sit against the wall on the bathroom floor. Your heart beats rapidly, and you’re trying to breathe but it feels like you can’t. “Fuck!”
“Baby?!” He bangs on the door. “Open the door!”
“No!” You shake your head, wiping your tears. “Please leave! I can’t control it. I can’t…I can’t.” You trail off, voice growing quiet.
“Talk to me! Just please fucking talk to me? What was that?” He asks through the door.
“You’ll think I’m crazy,” you respond.
“No, no, I won’t. I want to understand.” He breathes. “So, please tell me.”
“I’m…a vampire,” you sniffle.
“What?” He questions.
“You…there’s something about you that makes it so hard for me. From the moment we met. The longer we’re together, the harder it’ll get. Your blood…it’s so fucking intoxicating. The day we were making out and I bit your lip, it was the first time I’ve ever tasted it. I’ve always smelled it, so different from everyone else, but the taste…it’s dangerous. You make me dangerous. The longer I’m around you, the more I need you. Every time I look at you all I can picture is sinking my teeth into you, drinking you. But I know I’ll lose control and hurt you…kill you,” you sob, wiping your eyes with the back of your hands.
There was silence from the other side of the door. Gojo was left in a complete shock, but he didn’t feel scared despite your words. If anything, he felt empathy. For months you’ve been hiding this. All those nights he’s laid beside you, and you could have killed him right there, but you didn’t. Even now, when you were on the brink of losing control, you didn’t. You say you’ll hurt him, kill him, but he doesn’t think that’s the truth. A part of him wants to see it, feel it. He feels sick and twisted for even thinking it.
He walks away and into the kitchen, grabbing knife to unlock the door with. He can hear you sniffling on the other side. He plays with the doorknob a bit, pushing the knife into the indent and twisting, the lock clicking. You’re too caught up to realize the door slowly opens, your boyfriend standing there before you. He watches as you’re huddled in the corner, hugging yourself as tears stream down your face.
“Hey.” He steps over to you.
You gasp, looking up at him. “Satoru—”
“I know.” He crouches down to your level, reaching a hand out to brush your tears away. Finally, he can see the real you. Your bloodshot eyes, irises just as dark your pupil. Your nails which have grown into claws, long and pointy. He looks at his hand brushing away your tears, seeing the veins in his pale skin. “Drink.”
You look up at him confused, eyes wide. “No…I’ll—”
“I know what you said. Drink.” He stares at you.
Your hands wrap around his wrist, your lips brushing against his soft skin. You can tell he’s nervous, his heart rate rising with each second. You hesitate for a second, staring at him.
“I trust you,” he barely says above a whisper. He feels your fangs pierce his skin a small groan leaving his throat, your lips settling on his skin. He watches the way your eyes flutter shut, your grip tightening around him. You sit up on your knees, bringing yourself closer towards him, gulping down each drop. He winces slightly, but none of that compares to watching you drink from him.
“Mmmph.” You take in a deep breath, pulling away. His blood dripping from your mouth. He notices the way you stare at him—not with hunger, but with love and lust. You almost look afraid to drink more. “Toru,” you whimper, you grip still tight.
He knows you want more, he can tell you’re too afraid to ask, too afraid to go far. “I got you, baby,” he whispers. “Ah!” You sink your teeth back into him, his other hand resting on the back of your head, holding it there. He watches you drink and drink, blooding spilling from the corners of your mouth and down your neck. He can’t seem to take his eyes off of you, becoming enthralled by the sight and possibly by the feeling. Any other person would have ran and never looked back, but a part of Gojo became curious. His love for you runs so deep, he doesn’t seem to fear you, not even when you’re like this. It feels so intimate, like he’s closer with you than ever before.
You pull away once more, heavily breathing. His arm is coated in blood, and so if the bathroom floor. He doesn’t flinch at your touch or when you look his way. You stare at him, and then at his lips. Without thinking, you kiss him, pressing your lips against his, tongue swiping against his as he kisses you back in an instant. You cup his face, deepening the kiss as his hand find your waist. You slowly pull away, looking at his lips coated in blood.
The room begins to spin for Gojo, his vision slowly turning black, ears ringing. The last thing he sees is your face before he passes out on the bathroom floor.
Genre: completed series! camboy au, college au, smut, crack, fluff
Pairing: camboy! Beomgyu x gn reader (afab when smut)
Synopsis: Every Thursday night at 8pm, you tune into your favourite camboy: Angel313. What you don’t know is he goes to the same uni as you, is even in the same class as you and is Choi Beomgyu, the campus fuckboy but will you keep his secret?
Warnings: jackson wang party, online stalking, blackmail, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, slut shaming, pussy eating, riding, premature ejaculation, amazon position, pegging, handjob, anal play, spanking, nipple play, reader wears a lingerie dress, degrading, use of pet names, dollification
Word count: 16.4k
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You read the message on beomgyu’s phone that he shoves instantly in your face with great confusion. You furrow your brows, unable to even comprehend what was being shown to you on the way-too-bright screen, eyes squinted and slightly stinging since the rest of beomgyu’s room was shrouded in darkness. A few moments prior, you were blissfully ready to succumb to sleep next to the boy.
Haechan: I know you’re a camboy, beomgyu. I always knew you were a fucking whore. Just wait until I tell everyone 🤣🤣.
You go completely still. For a second, it’s like the world crashes down.
What? How is this even real?
You’re still having trouble processing the words glaring back at you. It doesn’t make any sense to you. Not even remotely. Why would haechan even send something like that? The quiet economics guy who plays cello alone in the practice rooms? The haechan you’d now come to befriend? You reread it over and over again without saying a word, just trying to wrap your head around any of this. It’s nonsensical, it’s absurd!-
“Y/n.” Beomgyu’s voice snaps you back, cutting through the silence. You look up. His face is paling as well, eyes widened in equal disbelief. “Do you even know who he is?!”
You blink, thrown off by how frantic he sounds. “Who-Haechan? Yeah, he’s my-”
“He’s the guy who made all those rumours about me!” Beomgyu interrupts, the words tumbling out of his mouth way too fast. “The one whose girlfriend came onto me and he got angry at me over it!”
You frown, stomach twisting, still trying to catch up in the sudden whirlwind you were thrown into. “Wait, what?”
“Haechan,” Beomgyu repeats exasperatedly. “He’s crazy. He’s been dying to try and find some kind of shit on me for ages. He must be having an absolute field day with this. He’s had a personal vendetta against me ever since that whole thing.”
Shit.
“That’s him?!” Your mouth falls open.
Beomgyu gets up, pacing around half dressed, stress, pure panic, and frustration taking all up on his pretty features, his dark, thick, straight brows creasing. Beomgyu huffs, running a hand through his messy, damp hair, still staring at you incredulously as if any of this were your fault.
“How was I supposed to know it was him?” You protest, raising a brown at him, hands thrown up in defence.
“I could have told you easily. Why did you never say who it was?” Beomgyu exhales sharply.
You cross your arms, baffled. “I have no idea! I didn’t think it mattered!”
Beomgyu suddenly stops his pacing. He narrows his eyes at you, shooting you a slight betrayed look, jaw tight, his tone and his expression accusatory, and his voice low, dead serious. “Did you…tell him?”
The look he gives you is new, and it genuinely makes your throat close up, chest tightening. You hate how coldly he’s staring at you, blaming, untrusting, he’s never looked at you like that before ever. You didn’t even know he was capable of looking at you like that.
You gape at him. “No! You think I’d tell him? Wow…” a hollow, disbelieving laugh escapes you. You scoff, feeling hurt and offended that he’d even think you would.
He scoffs right back at you. “Then how does he know, y/n?”
“I didn’t tell him anything.” You snap, growing irritated and your temper flaring at how beomgyu was just accusing you of spilling secrets that could ruin the both of you.
“You sure about that? Because you were getting realll close with him…you sure you didn’t let it slip?” Beomgyu asks bitterly in a condescending and mocking tone, his eyes still narrowed at you.
You stare at him, completely affronted. “No. I’m not stupid.”
Your wrack your brain, trying to think of how haechan could possibly even find out, replaying every interaction, every conversation, every moment you’ve had with him—and that’s when realisation hits you. He saw that notification. It must be that. It can’t be anything else.
You stare off into the distance, mortified. “He saw a notification.”
Beomgyu frowns, tilting his head. “Notification?”
“The one for the live the other day. I forgot to switch it off and he saw when I was showing something on my phone. I didn’t think he’d be a weirdo to try and search it up. He found the channel. Oh my god.” You drag your hands down your face, groaning. Your anger simmers down quickly, leaving only dread.
Beomgyu just sighs heavily at the information, sitting back down next to you, knitting his brows, elbows on his knees, the tips of both his index fingers touching and he brings his hands underneath his nose. He tries to concentrate, thinking and contemplating what to do about this whole unfortunate situation both of you are currently stuck in.
You try to reason, attempting to assuage the tense atmosphere and make him and yourself calm down and feel a little bit better. “You can’t even see our faces. We don’t show our faces. How is he going to prove it’s us?”
But beomgyu shakes his head. “You don’t understand, y/n. People don’t care about proof. They just need something a little convincing. It’ll spread anyway if it looks even a little like us and it does. If anyone at uni finds out, we’re fucked. People aren’t so kind about sex work. And you’re roped into this now too. I don’t want that to happen to you.” Beomgyu meets your gaze upset, eyes softening but heavy with worry for you. “It could mess up your reputation, your career…what a piece of shit.”
You play with your fingers nervously now, properly thinking about what could happen made you feel a little sick. “What do we do?”
Beomgyu looks down at his lap. “I…I don’t know. Part of me thinks we…delete everything. The channel. Just erase it. That way, no proof. Nothing to connect.”
You blink, utterly devastated by his suggestion. “Delete it?” You repeat, voice small. “Beomgyu… i-it’s your channel…”
The idea feels like cutting off a limb. He can’t delete his channel. He loves his channel. You love this channel. You loved his channel long before you even knew it was him behind the screen - Angel313. He was your favourite camboy, his streams were obviously hot, but also oddly enough comforting and familiar to you. It was something that you always looked forward to in the week. Something always there. And it could possibly not exist anymore? Over this? It was your channel too now. Deleting it off the internet was like deleting a part of beomgyu, and of you. All your streams, archives, the money, all thrown away. You’d stop streaming with beomgyu…losing something that had become far more than just money or content to you.
Beomgyu exhales shakily, still not meeting your eyes. “Well, he’s going to tell everyone. It’s the only way I can think of. I don’t want people saying mean things about you too. I’ve been there before. The site doesn’t allow any kind of screen recording or downloading so if we delete it quick, maybe he won’t be able to show it to anyone.”
Both of you sit in silence, fully taking in the weight of it all, you could lose a lot. “I just can’t believe haechan would do this,” you mutter, “he seemed nice…and not weird.” You’re genuinely upset, finding out your mysterious cello friend was actually the one who ruined Beomgyu’s reputation.
“Yeah,” beomgyu snorts quietly, “I was good friends with him too once. He didn’t seem like that either. But after he got that girlfriend… he got weird and scarily obsessed with her and really possessive. She dumped him, obviously, but he still acts like I personally ruined his life and blames me for it. Don’t know why he still cares.”
Silence stretches between you. Beomgyu fidgets, then speaks up again after a short while. “Sorry for doubting you…” he says softly, guiltily chewing on his bottom lip. “Are you mad at me? I’m sorry…” He lifts his eyes and looks at you so sincerely and expectantly, waiting like a puppy. He hesitates, then takes ahold of your hand quickly and desperately, not wanting you to still be upset at him at all.
You huff. “It’s fine,” but you give in easily and you squeeze his hand back, watching the way he breathes out a tiny sigh of relief at that, “Though, a little faith in me would be nice. I wouldn’t tell anyone this. You know that, I’m your friend.”
He lets go of your hand, rubbing at the back of his neck and nods. “Right.”
“Do you think we really have to delete the channel?” You ask, really hoping there was another way.
“I don’t know.” Beomgyu sighs, head falling back and he looks up at the ceiling, having totally surrendered. But, then you see his eyes light up, his expression changing. “…I may know some people…they might be able to help us…” he says cryptically, hushed and mysterious. Beomgyu glances left, then right, conspiratorially and conspicuously.
You lower your voice too, assuming you had to. “Oh my god really?! Who?”
“This is just huening kai and taehyun. How are they going to help us?”
Your optimism rapidly dies as you stare at the scene in front of you, Kai and taehyun slurp on ramen noodles, severely hunched over whilst gaming on kai’s computer, their figures illuminated by the glow on his monitor. The room smells potently of broth, energy drinks, and is suffocatingly warm with all the electronics. Noodles hang precariously from kai’s mouth as he smashes the buttons on his keyboard with concerning intensity and speed.
“Shoot him! Shoot him!-No, the other one—are you blind? Shoot! Behind! Behind you—behind you!” Taehyun is beside him, screeching dramatically into his ear in whatever game they were playing.
“I know what I’m doing!” Kai snaps. “You’re distracting me. Shush!”
“No, you’re just atrocious at the game.” Taehyun retorts with a raised brow.
“No, you are. That’s why you’re only watching.”
“I just don’t like playing horror games! Not that I’m actually bad at it...” Taehyun mumbles petulantly at him, wounded.
“Oh yeah, I forgot. You’re such a scaredy cat.”
For a few foolish seconds, you really thought beomgyu was taking you to some dark, secret, shady, underground organisation, that was going to miraculously help the both of you out and leave you forever indebted, some deal with the devil type of thing. Maybe they’d silently eradicate haechan, assassinate him. That would be great. Beomgyu had even worn a cap and sunglasses to go to huening Kai’s place. He’d also cautiously walked over here as if he were under surveillance by the government, which had turned out to be an absolutely unnecessary level of drama.
You let out a helpless sigh. This is not what you had envisioned. “These are the people we’re entrusting our lives and reputations to?”
Beomgyu puffs out his chest in offence like he’s been personally insulted. “They’re the best at getting dirt on people! I always go to them.”
Once kai dies in the game and squabbles a bit at taehyun, swearing and claiming it was his fault, they both swivel theirs chairs around to you and beomgyu like two villains, finally acknowledging your presence. They also give you a look of offence, expressions turning so incredibly arrogant.
“Yes.” Huening kai smirks satisfactorily. “we are. We’re experts”
“Professionals.” Taehyun adds with his arms crossed.
“Specialists.” Kai goads, nodding to himself.
You roll your eyes. “At what exactly?”
“Online stalking.” Taehyun quips.
“And blackmail.” Huening kai says with such devious excitement, thrumming his fingertips together like an antagonist. “You can find out a lot about a person online. Everyone’s got a dark past. We’ll find out about it. Don’t you worry heh.”
You exchange a look with beomgyu. He hums and nods along eagerly with a thumbs up, trying to sell the idea to you, approving and grinning as well, but it just seems like he’s overcompensating to you. “See? See? We’ll just blackmail him back!”
“That’s if you find anything…” You mutter with defeat and just accept that this is the plan now.
Kai spins his chair back round cheerfully. “Ohh, I love a good blackmail. Don’t you just love a good blackmail, tae?”
Taehyun cracks his knuckles and agrees. “Deeply.”
They get to work, taehyun pulling up and somehow finding out all of haechan’s social medias. They go through his tagged photos, his following, his friends, their friends, you see his baby photos, his old football club he supposedly was a part of, shots and recordings of old orchestras he was apart of as a teenager, his embarrassing try-hard linkedin, his strangely named playlists on spotify, an abandoned finance bro podcast channel he’d started with three episodes and no listeners, just to name a few.
Within minutes, haechan’s entire digital existence is scarily laid bare on the monitor in front of you like endless food on a table ready for you to dig into, except you have no idea where any of it came from. It could be roadkill for all you know. You’re sure haechan himself isn’t even aware just how much of him there is out there. You make a mental check to make sure you delete most of your own online presence too. It was quite frightening.
“So,” Kai says suddenly, stretching back in his chair with a yawn, “are we going to the party?”
“What party?” You query.
“Jackson wang’s end of exams party?! Come on we have to go.” Kai insists as if it were so obvious. “His parties are insane. If there’s a party you shouldn’t not miss out on, it’s his!”
“I don’t know…” you start apprehensively, “with everything going on. I don’t think it’s the best idea.”
You and beomgyu have avoided streaming since, neither of you feeling like it with what’s happened. And also because haechan now knows your channel so that would be super weird. As far as you know, he hasn’t exposed you guys yet, hasn’t said anything, and somehow that feels worse. You don’t know when he would, and the uncertainty keeps you more on edge all the time, your uneasiness deepening by the minute. The threat just hangs heavily over you, not knowing when the string would snap.
“You can’t let this haechan guy dictate your lives. You should allow yourself to have some fun. It’ll take your mind off things!” Kai protests with such comical conviction.
“Yeah,” Taehyun agrees. “Fuck him.”
“But what if haechan’s there and decides that’s the night he wants to tell the whole world?” Beomgyu speaks up. He’s been quiet for a while now, standing slightly behind you, arms crossed.
“That’s a good thing actually.” Taehyun’s eyes light up.
“How?” Beomgyu frowns.
“Once we find this blackmail,” taehyun explains calmly, very self assured, “We’ll confront him there. It’ll be public enough to scare him too. We’ll corner him.”
Kai is still scrolling on pages, but then he stops abruptly. “Oh.”
You lean forwards and so does beomgyu. “What?”
“He’s loaded. Like, rich, rich.”
Articles appear. Business features, his family name, a conglomerate. They practically own half of everything in the city. You never knew this. Why did it take so long to find these as well? Surely, it would have been the first thing that popped up when taehyun was searching.
You glance at Beomgyu, who looks just as surprised. “He never mentioned his billionaire-ass parents before,” he mutters.
“I don’t think he wanted anyone to know,” Taehyun observes, “Which is interesting.”
You knit your brows. “Why would he hide that?” Whilst there were articles about his family, it seemed there wasn’t much linking him to them or saying he was their son that much either.
It was getting late by now, and whilst you had found out substantial information you wouldn’t even want to know, and had discovered haechan having very rich ass parents, it didn’t really lead to much. You still didn’t feel like you had enough evidence to blackmail him on anything just yet, nothing you could actually use. It makes you worried. What if you never find anything? What if this is it? What do you do then? Delete the channel forever?
Kai notices your expression and waves a hand dismissively, reassuringly. “Don’t worry. You two go home. We’ll keep digging.”
Taehyun nods with a smile, an attempt to keep you hopeful. “He’s hiding something. We’re close.”
Kai grins. “And we will find it.”
Trying to fall asleep the night before the party is laughably futile. Your brain refuses to switch off, cycling through horrible scenarios. You’d had endless exams for the past few days and they’d at least made the impending dread and worry you felt for this catastrophic event not the first priority, but still festering in the back of your mind nastily as you revised, like the first subtle stages of a disease you could pretend to ignore before it became too late.
Haechan still hadn’t said anything yet and you had this awful feeling that he definitely would at the party. With taehyun and kai also having exams, they’d paused their researching too, buried in their own studies, and whilst they’d started up their digging once again, it’s not like you’d received a message from them yet if they had discovered anything. They’re certain they’ll find something though. If not, the other option was to hold his failed, slightly problematic, finance bro podcast as leverage to see just how embarrassed he was over that. Maybe it could work? Oh, never mind that, you know it won’t. It’s embarrassing, yes, but not exactly ruinous.
You and beomgyu had deactivated your channel for the time being at least. None of you had the heart to fully delete it yet and you’d hoped haechan wasn’t smart enough to have tried to backup evidence by recording on a different device or something like that. But, what if you can never stream with beomgyu anymore? What happens? What if you slowly by slowly hang out less? What if you’re not actually that close like you think. Is it all really just because of the channel?
All this irrational thinking is genuinely hurting your brain and you so desperately wished you could just fall asleep right now. You feel almost hysterical by now. It feels like you’ve been lying here for eons. You squeeze your burning eyes shut from the lack of sleep, and roll onto your side, then your back, then your other side, then your stomach, then your side again. You let out a frustrated groan, squeezing both sides of your pillow around your head—
Knock, knock
The sound of knocking suddenly comes from your door and you immediately whip your head to the noise, jolting, startled, genuinely frightening you since it was so quiet before. It was also four in the morning and you were definitely not expecting anyone at this hour.
Cautiously, you slip out of your bed and open your door just a crack, only to find beomgyu standing on the other side completely unannounced.
He’s in his plaid pyjama bottoms and wearing a white sleep shirt that’s slipping off one of his shoulders, exposing a sliver of his collarbone. Beomgyu’s hair is a mess, wolfcut flattened on one side and sticking up in random directions on the other. He’d looked like he’d just gotten out of bed himself and he sports an equally irritated and miserable expression. You’re guessing he’s in the exact same predicament as you.
“Can’t sleep.” He says with his lips heavily downturned, which also backups your hypothesis.
Your eyes linger down to the fluffy bear slippers he’s still wearing. You chuckle softly. “Yeah, neither can I.”
“Guess we’ll just have to try together.”
He walks right in, pushing past you like he’s done this a thousand times before, kicks off his fluffy slippers and flops down onto your bed, face planting into one of your pillows with a long, dramatic groan, arms and legs splayed out.
You close the door after him. “Ah, yes. Just invite yourself in.”
Beomgyu rolls his head to the side to look at you, cheek smushed in the pillow and just shrugs at you, clearly unbothered by your sarcasm, making himself comfortable.
You join him, mattress dipping as you lay back down too. He instantly grabs out for you, pulling you in his arms and scooting closer to you, then closer until you’re tucked against his chest. He nudges and nuzzles his nose into your neck and you catch the soft, relieved sigh he lets out, his breathing finally slowing and evening out.
It’s ridiculous how it puts you at ease instantly, both your limbs warm beneath the covers, and his body feeling like a comforting cocoon around you. You relax and seep into him, his slow, hot breathing against your skin grounding and familiar. Neither of you say anything, but you don’t feel the need to. Everything with beomgyu is comfortable. You never feel uncomfortable. You can already tell how he’s feeling, and you know he can tell how you’re feeling too, just letting the quiet, shared exhaustion fill the room instead.
Despite the anxiety still lurking somewhere in the corners of your mind, you felt yourself slowly slipping, the impending party, the threat of haechan, all the tiredness of exams, blurring into background noise along with the quiet hum of your dehumidifier and the muffled city noises outside. It’s all replaced by the simple presence of having beomgyu here. You’d forgotten you weren’t all alone with the alienating your exams had done. You at least had each other and that alleviated you a little bit. You weren’t aware how much you needed him next to you. You swallowed hard, heart twisting in that familiar flutter of intense emotions you didn’t have the words for. You turn around to wrap your arms around him too, submerging into his shirt. You can faintly smell the laundry detergent from his clothes, the hint of his body wash too and his natural, soothing, pleasant smell you’ve come to recognise. You tighten your grasp on him slightly, and he does the same, minutes stretching, letting everything ebb away with his heat and closeness.
And eventually, when your thoughts slowed enough to let go entirely, you feel your eyelids somehow grow impossibly heavy, when they hadn’t drooped the slightest bit before when you were alone, it’s the same with beomgyu. Sleep finally, miraculously, comes like a tide, plunging both you and beomgyu in and leaving everything else on the shore.
You’d accepted that shit was going to go down tomorrow. But you guess you’ll bear it together.
Once you walked into the party alongside beomgyu, you’re met with a dense throng of all kinds of people and varying degrees of intoxication. Music blares through hi-fi speakers as some dance and flail their arms, some miserable people sit on the sofas in judgement, though it makes you wonder why they even bothered showing up in the first place if they were just going to sour the mood. Others have a go at the foosball table, shaking the rods aggressively and making them clang loudly. Another group is deep into playing different drinking games such as beer pong. You spot some guys desperately attempting to get any girl to dance with them too, looking like a pack of hungry wolves preying on random women. Ew. Elsewhere, people are already immodestly making out, which they’ll probably regret later, and others just look far too drunk already for a party that had started not too long ago, staggering and slumping against walls or each other.
You’d done pres with beomgyu before so you were comfortably tipsy enough to not be so nervous of what might await you later on. You’re fashionably a little late, but people are still streaming in, all hyped up and screaming gestures to their friends so it’s fine.
It had taken you and beomgyu far too long to get ready, mostly because both of you had decided at some point that if the night was going to implode, you may as well look hot as fuck doing it.
You’d pulled out your best outfits, shared playlist you’d titled ‘Cunty’ on as you did your makeup, singing and rapping and shouting lyrics at each other. You still weren’t entirely sure why it had taken beomgyu so long considering he wasn’t doing any makeup, but he’d been agonising over styling his hair for a very long time.
You asked if he wanted a little makeup too and he’d nodded along, so you’d dusted a little glitter to his cheekbones and eyelids to match yours. You’d also applied the tiniest touch of pink tint on his plump lips and cheeks. He’d specifically asked for you not add the plumping lip gloss on him though, drawing the line at that.
“It burns.” Beomgyu complained.
“It tingles a little.”
“It burns.” Beomgyu repeated, traumatised from the last time. “It’ll melt my lips off.”
He even had let you curl his eyelashes, letting you add a thin layer of mascara since his lashes were already so unfairly, naturally long and doll-like without it. With it though, it’s ridiculous how his eyelashes look and just how much more length they span at their full potential. You’re almost envious.
Both your egos had inflated once you guys were done getting ready, checking yourselves out in the mirror, fully feeling yourselves and feeling totally invincible. You’d done a round of soju still listening to your playlist and taking an abundance of photos of each other on your pink digicam. (Beomgyu wouldn’t stop making you take pictures of him in every single damn conceivable pose since he thought he looked so hot.)
When it was his turn to take photos of you, he’d gone strangely quiet, staring a little too long, mouth parting dumbly in awe and eyes flicking over you like he was trying to commit the image to memory, your low cut top doing absolutely nothing to help his focus.
You look—” He’d gestured vaguely, as if words had failed him. “-Yeah…” Beomgyu breathes out, cheeks a vivid pink, but it definitely wasn’t from the tint you’d used on him because you never put that much on him, his ears also becoming pink.
You’d rolled your eyes, heat silently creeping up your neck too. “Whatever that means.”
Photos were taken together too, grinning stupidly at the camera and leaning closely into each other with peace signs and cheek pokes and heart signs.
Now, standing inside the house, you’re unsure what to do first. Voices overlap into an indistinguishable blur of noisy laughter and chatter and singing. It’s packed, more packed than typical, which is saying something. Jackson wang is a very popular guy. His house is also, unsurprisingly, big and very, very nice with lovely furniture you personally wouldn’t want a bunch of unknown students drunk around, and that wealthy open plan style.
Then, you spot it from afar and your eyes instantly light up: Food! Actual food. Real, tangible, edible food.
You’ve been to far too many parties that didn’t even have any kind of food, or the only hospitable sustenance was a pathetic, measly excuse for it, with just a sad bowl of crisps placed on a kitchen counter.
You and Beomgyu gravitate there immediately, wordlessly, like mosquitoes smelling sweat on bare skin, immediately abandoning any pretence of socialising. There’s an impressive assortment of trays filled with delicious looking platters, dips, snacks and finger foods and desserts neatly arranged on a long table. Without shame, both of you start snacking.
“This,” you say around a mouthful of something fried and yummy, “is how you know a party is good- and also a good host.”Beomgyu nods solemnly, making a noise of agreement, his mouth too full to say anything back. There’s crumbs clinging all around his lips.
“You’ve got a little something…” You gesture to your own face and mouth so he’d know whereabouts it is.
“Oh.” beomgyu attempts to brush the food particles off his lips, swiping clumsily, then also tries licking them off, but he’s just not doing it in the right place, “is it gone?” He asks innocently, tilting his head cutely.
“No-” You sigh. “It’s there, there-there, no.”
“You do it!” Beomgyu says exasperately after failing.
“Ew, no. What the fuck.”
“Just do it for me.”
“Ugh.” You cave, bringing your thumb to brush off the crumbs on the top of his soft lips, faces close and you can feel him watching you intently. It’s not actually that disgusting, but you still commit to the bit, pretending it is, dramatically shuddering your body.
Beomgyu rolls his eyes at your actions. “Thanks.”
“You can’t eat.”
There’s even a cocktail station, which seems a bit too luxurious for university students, but you’re definitely not complaining. You happily make your way to it and make yourself some kind of, hopefully drinkable, concoction. Beomgyu opts for a beer, because of course he does. You take a sip of your drink, pleasantly surprised it doesn’t taste like shit.
Scanning the room absently as you drink, you thankfully don’t see haechan anywhere at all yet, that’s good. Huening Kai and taehyun had said they’d join you later since they were still on their digital witch hunt. Apparently, they’d found something potentially damning and just needed to find extra evidence, which was hopeful.
“You wanna dance?” Beomgyu asks, grinning. You barely have time to respond before he’s grabbing your hand and tugging you forward, and soon both of you are dancing in the middle of the crowd, stupidly, uncoordinated, laughing and giggling too loudly with little care for anything else, bumping into others around. Beomgyu commits fully, pulling silly and ridiculous expressions with bizarre moves, eyebrows wiggling and mouth moving exaggeratedly as you both shout out the lyrics of the songs to each other, and you’re laughing so hard your stomach starts to ache and so do your cheeks from smiling the whole time.
You spin him around once, twice. It looks a little funny since he’s lanky, not stopping until he staggers dramatically, and then he gets you back, twirling you until the lights blur at the edges of your vision.
That familiar feeling settles in, of nothing else really mattering when you’re with beomgyu. He looks so happy, staring at you with his starry, bright eyes, brighter than any of the laser lights flashing (and way prettier) like you’re the only person here. Watching him jumping up and down, his hair flapping around as well resembling puppy ears, and his pretty teeth flashing as he smiles so wide. It makes your heart clench, tight and slightly aching, but it’s also a pleasant feeling, the fondness overwhelming and devastating. Your stomach twists in some kind of longing. You hope you always get to see him happy like that.
Eventually, It gets way too stuffy inside that it’s genuinely unbearable and so suffocating, too hot with so many sweaty bodies and the floor is starting to get disgustingly sticky from drunk people spilling their beverages carelessly all on the ground. You lean closer to beomgyu and he notices, leaning down at the same time.
“I need air!” You shout into his ear. He nods immediately, relief flickering across his face like he’d been thinking the exact same thing. You slip out together, wading past all the bodies, holding hands tightly, fingers laced as you lead the way so neither of you lose each other in the crowd, pushing past everyone and out into the garden, the cool, crisp night air finally hitting your lungs. You inhale and exhale deeply, looking up at the stars in the sky.
The garden is enormous and just as nice as the rest of his house. There’s fewer people lingering out here, sparsely scattered, some smoking and it’s contrastingly quiet. There’s fairylights prettily strung across all the tree branches glowing and golden, and you can just about make out a pond in one corner, a little arched bridge crossing over it with lanterns. Beyond that, far at the back and slightly shrouded with darkness, is a treehouse with a zip line attached too.
Beomgyu excitedly goes up the treehouse first. He plops onto the seat and barely waits before launching himself and zipping across, laughing and screaming as he goes down. He tightly holds onto the rope and his hair whips into his face as he throws his head back, grinning so youthfully. He lands a little clumsily but throws his hand in the air with triumph, clearly enjoying it very much. You shake your head at him, laughing too.
“That was so fun! Your turn!”
You climb up the slightly unsteady ladder. Warily, you sit and leap off. Then you’re screaming and laughing at the same time too, the garden blurry and spinning below as the wind strongly rushes against your face. It’s over far too quickly. You land…sort of. The seat stops awkwardly, still a little too high, feet not quite reaching the ground. You fumble uselessly, unsure how to get yourself off. “Um…Help?”
Beomgyu bursts out laughing, doubling over for a moment. “Just jump off.”
You refuse, looking down at the ground with a shake of your head. “No, I might die.”
Beomgyu sighs at you again, but he steps forward, placing his hands carefully on your waist, steady and warm as he lifts you down properly with surprising ease. You’re still smiling when your feet hit the grass.
Until you see something emerging, someone slowly making it’s way to you both. At first, you think it’s just another drunk partygoer drifting aimlessly through the garden, but then the silhouette becomes clearer.
Haechan.
He looks drunk, not the fun, carefree kind, but genuinely volatile and scary looking. When his gaze locks onto you, his mouth curls into something unpleasantly satisfied.
Your stomach drops. Beomgyu grows tense beside you.
“Well, well, well,” Haechan says, sauntering closer, clicking his tongue. “Look who it is.”
It’s disorienting seeing him this way. You’ve never really seen him like this. You’ve only ever known him as a quite reserved, but polite dude, someone a bit forgettable. Not aggressive or whatever this is you’re witnessing. You supposed you didnt know him too well, but still. This version of him is unsettling and almost unrecognisable to look at.
“He managed to fool you too, huh? Once he’s bored of fucking you, he’ll drop you too. I did warn you. ” Haechan continues, eyes flicking between the two of you, shaking his head at you. “Don’t worry. Everyone else will fully know too soon enough. Sooner than soon, even.” He laughs, short and sharp, and pulls out his phone. The screen lights up with a recording of your account. So he was smart enough to have recorded it on another device even with you deactivating. “Now would be a perfect time don’t you think?”
“Oh, get over it!” Beomgyu snaps, stepping forward before you can stop him, his voice seething with rage and looking like he was ready to fight haechan right then and there. “Seriously, when are you gonna get over it? Mi-kyong clearly didn’t even like you if she tried to get with me. How is any of that my fault?”
Haechan’s weird, creepy smile dissolves instantly, turning ugly. His jaw clenches as he takes another aggressive swig from his can, beer sloshing and dripping down his chin as he wipes at it with the back of his hand, eyes wild whilst crushing his can. “No. No,” he says, shaking his head, looking pretty insane and so livid. “You tried to steal my girl. You ruined everything. Fuck you.”
Beomgyu gapes at him, exasperated. You also stand in disbelief at his sheer delusion, not getting his thought process at all or why this would still be going on, and why you’re even suffering in this situation over nothing. It’s actually just pissing you off now.
“Fuck you, haechan,” you say flatly, stepping forward yourself, planting your feet in the grass. “Just fuck off, you’re embarrassing.”
He turns to you slowly, sneering, eyes raking over you with open contempt. “And you. I wasn’t surprised by how much of a disgusting, freak whore he is. But, I’m disappoint about you, y/n. I guess you’re just a slut too.” He practically spits at you.
That’s beomgyu’s tipping point.
He lunges for him in an instant and punches him, driving his fist smack right hard in the face. Haechan staggers back in shock, holding his face for a short, fleeting pause, before lunging violently for him as well with a growl, equally mad.
They hit at each other, fists flying, fighting but with not much skill or strategy, just fuelled by pure resentment they have towards each other. They’re now on the ground in a tangle of limbs and it’s so incredibly chaotic, shoving, punching, hitting, sounds of grunts and collisions, getting sloppier and angrier. You’re not sure what to even do or which of them is winning either, they both look fairly distributed with wounds. Beomgyu’s lip splits. Haechan’s nose is bleeding.
Haechan is now on top of beomgyu, straddling him, somehow managing to take the upperhand, blowing hits at beomgyu repeatedly, punch after punch. You stand frozen for half a second, watching beomgyu take a particularly painful hit that knocks the air completely clean from him and he wheezes out, eyes unfocused.
Now, you love playing fighting games, and usually it’s pretty satisfying when the character is just about to get KO’d. If you were watching a round on your screen right now, beomgyu would probably be on the lasts of his health bar. Normally, that moment is thrilling, you’d lean forward with your controller, waiting for the final blow. But, this isn’t fun to watch at all and you’re just worried for beomgyu. This has all gone pretty south.
Your eyes dart around, frantically looking for some kind of weapon until they land on a thick fallen log. You grab it and without thinking, you raise it, ready to beat the shit out of haechan with it. “Touch him again and I swear -!”
“—STOP!”
The shout cuts through the pure chaos. Taehyun and Kai come sprinting, kai skids to a halt, hands shooting up instinctively, while taehyun bends over with his hands on his knees, panting.
“WE GOT THE DIRT.” They both say frantically, hysterically, completely out of breath, but their eyes gleaming with a manic sort of triumph.
Haechan and beomgyu both stop mid-motion in confusion.
Kai dramatically places a hand over his chest, panting. “Ah… wait… one sec—” he gasps, chest heaving and struggling like a victorian child. Then finally he starts, regaining his composure with a smug smirk and directing his words at haechan. “You kept it veryyy quiet that you’re Lee Donghyuck. Son and heir of the Lee family. As in that Lee family. LC Industries. Wonder why.”
Haechan’s face drains of colour.
Taehyun crouches beside haechan, holding up his own phone and shaking it in his face mockingly with a grin. “We’ve got all the documents to prove it. Unfortunately for you, we’re able to find such things. It’d be socially disastrous if everyone were to find out you’d failed your exams and disgraced your family, that they had to generously ‘gift’ the economics department to let you into a top university huh?”
“Funny how that works.” Kai continues, scheming, eyes glinting. “Your family has strong public ties to education. A son who failed and then paid his way into a top university? Isn’t that illegal?” He tilts his head. “And you’re expected to be the heir of LC industries once you graduate. That would do terrible damage to the company, family name, ruin your reputation. The same thing could easily happen to you if you make the wrong choice, so I’d think about that more carefully.”
Silence stretches. Haechan doesn’t say a word. It’s quiet. He just sits there, looking down, jaw locked so tight. But you know then he won’t say anything. He can’t.
You drop the log and instantly kneel beside beomgyu, checking if he was alright, hands pressing gently to his cheek. “Are you okay??!” You note the blood and the dirt on his face and the fact that he looks like he’s going to pass out.
“Y-yeah…” Beomgyu weakly nods.
Kai and taehyun also concerningly rush over, all of you trying to get him up and stand.
At that moment a girl walks over, noticing the commotion, she takes one look at haechan on the floor and scrunches up her nose is disgust.
Haechan looks up at her, eyes going wide, in recognition. He scrambles desperately, “Mi-kyong!”
She scoffs in disdain. “Ugh. God, this is why I broke up with you. You’re so pathetic.”
“Wait! I-”
She turns and walks away without another glance, leaving him sprawled, a dramatic, sobbing, drunk mess on the grass.
You snort at the scene. Weirded out, exhausted, and more than done with this entire night, the four of you turn and also walk away together.
Thankfully, beomgyu is not dying.
He’s actually not that badly injured. Nothing broken, just a few cuts and bruises and scratches here and there on his body, but they’re not too bad. As for his face, it’s mostly intact, the most detrimental things being really only a scrape along his cheekbone and his lip that’s busted and swollen. Watching him get beaten up in the moment had made it look a lot worse than the damage haechan actually did to him. He still manages to look devastatingly gorgeous even with all the small cuts and dirt on his face and the messy bangs in his eyes, which seems wildly unfair.
He sits on a stool in your kitchen, silently watching your back as you pulled out your drawers looking for something to clean and tend to his wounds with. Finding a cloth and your hello kitty plasters, you run the cloth under some water and wring it out. You dab at it gently on beomgyu’s face, cleaning his wounds and getting rid of the dirt and dried blood. You tilt his chin, thumb resting just under his jaw, angling his face towards the light so you can see better.
He winces slightly once you get closer to dabbing at the cut on his cheek, lips twitching into a pout. “Ow.”
“Shit, sorry.” You immediately apologise and swipe the cloth along his bottom lip more carefully this time as he exhales slowly through his nose.
“It’s okay.”
You peel open the pink hello kitty plaster and place it on his cheek, smoothing it down. Smiling, you step back, forcing lightness into your voice. “Cute. There, all tidied up.”
“Thanks.” Beomgyu says, giving you a small smile back. He’s been very solemn, subdued this entire time and clearly deep in thought. You’re not entirely sure why, because shouldn’t he be happy for a situation that supposedly ended well? He just stares at you with this intensity in his eyes you don’t know the reason for.
You turn around to put everything back in the drawers and you can practically feel him boring holes in your back, it makes you hyperaware of every movement you make. You feel slightly self conscious and you don’t exactly know why.
“If I…delete the channel,” beomgyu finally speaks up, “and make a new one,” he adds quickly, “You’d still stream with me, right?” You turn around to face him, he looks at you imploringly, eyes raw and searching. “Are you going to continue streaming after all of this?”
You’re taken aback. There’s something braced about the way he’s sitting, like he’s already preparing for an answer. “Beomgyu,” you say slowly, genuinely confused. “Of course I would. Why would I stop?”
“I don’t know,” he says honestly. “Maybe after nearly being exposed you realised you don’t really want to anymore and it’s all too much and it was just a short term source of income. I mean, I was the one who actually asked you to start streaming with me and you were wary about it. And—” He cuts himself off with a breath. You can see him trying to decide how much to say. “Because, I don’t want to do this if it’s not with you. I mean, I really don’t want to. Like, I wouldn’t want to find someone else. Or go solo again. I’d hate it.”
“Neither do I,” you say, without thinking.
“No, you don’t get it, y/n.” He pauses as if thinking whether he should say what he says next.
You do, actually. You think you might get it terrifyingly well.
Beomgyu rubs at his neck. “I…“I like you. A stupid, ridiculous fucking amount.”
Your breath catches.
“And I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same way—”beomgyu rushes on, rambling, “it’s fine, I’ll like, genuinely cope. I think, as long as you’re still in my life and nothing changes. I hope this doesn’t change anything. I don’t want things to be weird.” His bottom lip starts to wobble and quiver, trembling, looking up at you so vulnerably. The look on his face makes something ache inside you, like he’s mourning something he thinks he’s killed already.
For a second, you can’t speak, not because you don’t know what to say, but because there is suddenly too much to say and too much you’re feeling. It’s dizzying, your chest feels full and overflowing, but a massive weight is lifted off your shoulders, leaving you lightheaded. It’s followed immediately by this overwhelming, profound swell of affection that feels almost unbearable.
You’ve known that your feelings for him were already deep and tangled and perilous, inevitable and quietly consuming in the background. You think about how naturally he fits into your days, how your schedules are warped around each other, how every silly and fun moment seems to orbit around him most of the time, how easy it is to not wear a mask when he’s there, and the way he always, always gets you. It’s already shaped both of your lives before either of you had the courage to name it. Hearing him say it out loud doesn’t create the feeling, or make you suddenly realise, it just confirms it, that this beautiful, ridiculous boy matters to you in a completely irreversible way. And that you matter to him in the same. You can’t even remember what it was like to go about your days without beomgyu. He’s filled every absence and silence, painted every crevice and unnoticed gap in your life with colours you couldn’t see before, couldn’t even comprehend.
“No, beomgyu,” you say softly, eyes stinging, “I really, really like you,” you huff a breath that sounds close to a laugh, “a stupid, ridiculous fucking amount too.”
“Oh.” Beomgyu blinks, like he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing. Then his shoulders sag, all the tension draining out of him at once. “Wait, romantically right?”
You exasperatedly nod. “Yes!”
“Oh, thank god. Just checking.” He stands so suddenly the stool scrapes against the floor, and then he’s hugging you tight, swallowing you with his arms, desperate, clinging. His arms wrap around you fully, his face smushed into your shoulder.
“I’m sort of a right fool for you.” beomgyu mumbles, muffled into your shirt.
You giggle at him, hugging him back tightly. “You were already that before.”
He lifts his head just enough to glare at you in a mock pout, trying to pretend to be offended but failing miserably since there's a huge, stupidly happy smile on his face, grinning so bright and wide. “Shut up.”
His eyes flicker down to your lips with a lazy smile and a tender gaze, finding it hard to even look back up and meet your eyes, that oddly shaped, charming dimple of his that comes out occasionally, slipping into view. You already know what he’s practically begging you for.
You pull him down a little bit more and he meets you halfway. You press your lips with his, full of everything you’ve been holding back and he effuses into it, moving your lips with his gently, passionately. You’ve kissed beomgyu many times before now, but it feels new and so familiar all at the same time.
When you pull back, your foreheads rest together, giggling. Beomgyu exhales with a shaky laugh, before leaning in and pressing another quick kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another quick peck in the centre, and another.
When you finally dive in for another makeout session, you kiss him harder this time, deeper, hungrier, ardently. Not fucking him for a while, not kissing him like this, it easily catches up to the both of you and you suddenly need him with everything in you. You’re practically eating each other’s faces off now and he easily lets you push your tongue into his, swirling your tongue and saliva with his, heading moving and tilting in opposite directions, smacking your lips together.
You suck on the bottom of his soft, pillowy lips and lick them, you lick softly near where his lip is split. He shudders, the tiniest whimper. But it seems he actually likes it. You gently, lightly pull it in between your teeth where it hurts and is swollen. He moans out and hisses, liking the pain and the sting of it. You can taste the bitterness of it, coppery, but it’s pleasant. It’s clear beomgyu’s mind has totally blanketed over. You kiss him more, and gently suck on the tip of tongue before releasing it. His lips are even more impossibly swollen, red and ruined even without it being busted.
With a dazed, heated look, beomgyu bares his neck sexily for you, tilting his head to the side. silently pleading for your mouth on his neck too. You attach your lips to the column of his pretty, unadorned neck, attacking and kissing the sides and ready to embellish it. You suction your mouth on the sensitive areas, sucking, hearing him let out startled, soft mewls and whines. You don’t let your lips off until the small, little blood vessels under the skin burst and blossom into raw, violent splotches of maroon littered across his neck. You lick a long stripe, starting from the cute mole in between his collarbones and up over the sharp ridge of his adam’s apple - you press your tongue down harder on that part, and under his chin. He swallows, chin lifting up as you do with his lip caught in between his teeth, trembling, eyes glazed up, hands gripping the edges of the table tightly.
You kiss once more, his hands on your waist tightly, before you know it he’s backing you into the kitchen counter and lifting you up onto it, spreading your legs to fit him in between. He holds onto your thighs tightly, whining into your mouth needily as he begins to rut his stuttering hips in the space underneath one of your knees, pressing his clothed dick against it, humping you pathetically.
“A..a-ah. Please,” he breathes, “You-Please. Wanna make you feel good.”
“Seems like you’re doing the opposite.” You raise a brow.
Beomgyu shakes his head, still rutting and rocking against you, he kisses you some more, a soft, needy sound slipping past his lips and into yours, before he’s dropping to his knees on the cold kitchen floor. He’s tugging your underwear off desperately, clumsily. He kisses your ankle, the insides of your thighs and higher. With your thighs, he drags you more forward, closer to the edge of the counter so it’s easier for him, his face directly in line with your cunt, breath puffing hot. He pathetically whines at the sight, salivating already, and without even asking, he presses his face into you.
Beomgyu kneels, head buried deep in your cunt so all you can see is his long, shaggy mop of hair. The first sweep of tongue is slow and deliberate, he languidly licks up your pussy, then attaches his full lips to the mush of your clit, sucking intently. You bite your lip, tilting your head up to the ceiling in bliss, grabbing ahold of his hair fingers threading through the locks and tugging just enough to make a high pitched little noise escape his throat in response.
You can’t forget that he quite literally has a split lip, but he doesn’t seem to give a fuck about it, even if it’s irritating him, he just continues to let out vibrating muffled, whiny sounds into you. He lowers his mouth to prod his tongue into your hole instead, pushing and twisting and turning deeply whilst his pretty, wide nose bumps against your clit, he moves his head left and right, purposefully nuzzling and brushing his nose harder for you. He knows what he’s doing, he always does, just wanting to keep you satisfied.
You bring his head closer, massaging his scalp slightly, fingers stroking through the soft strands on the nape of his neck. “Yeah…that’s exactly it, gyuu mm.” He lifts his head up slightly, gazing up at you with, his pupils dilated crazily wide by now. You coo, “Look at you…so focused. Aww, you really like doing this don’t you, gyu?” He hums against you, you can feel him nodding, nose brushing up and down at that. “hhah-you have no idea how good you make me feel, beomie~” You throw praises at him, your eyes clouding up at the feeling of beomgyu’s mouth on you.
You can practically see his brown irises sparkle momentarily at that, shining and giving you heart eyes. The praises just make him crazier, famished, he dives back in with renewed fervour, lapping at your cunt like a dehydrated animal seeing a pool of water, so intent on pleasing you more and eating you out with such a frenzy, you’re squirming around him, trying to shut your legs, but he doesn’t relent, not even a little. The slurping sounds are genuinely nasty and almost embarrassingly loud over the kitchen. He shoves his head impossibly deeper and you tip your head fully back, one of his hands slowly reaching up your body to your breasts, groping and kneading and squeezing them. He’s stupidly moaning even louder than you and you’re the one reaching your tipping point.
He lifts up again barely, just to obsessively watch the reactions on your face to what he’s doing to you and how you’re nearly on the edge, looking at like a puppy seeking approval. chasing your every reaction like he’s starving for it. Desperately, beomgyu pushes his ring and middle finger inside you without warning, pistoning them into you, the sounds your pussy makes from this is so slushy and wet and gushing, you gasp, knitting your brows with your mouth open. Beomgyu studies your face, keeping his eyes on you the whole time, whining, wanting you to cum already, still fucking his fingers into you at a brutal place and reattaching his swollen lips to your bundle of nerves, and it all comes crashing down on you with a cry. You cum on his face and beomgyu excitedly laps it all up greedily and delighted, his tongue and fingers working through your aftershocks, wanting to catch everything your pussy gives out, and he lets out pleased sounds.
“Ah…so good, gyu…” you cradle the side of his cheek, he smiles and grins gleefully, kissing your palm and looking at you so adoringly.
He stands back up happily, his face drenched in your slick and his spit and drool. He’s instantly all over you again, kissing you with his messy, soaked lips, tasting yourself on his mouth. He kisses you and kisses you, again and again. You don’t even realise you’ve made it to your sofa. You push him instead, the backs of his knees hitting the sofa and falling onto it gladly. You follow immediately, hovering over him. Beomgyu brushes his thumb over your cheek, giggling breathlessly. You laugh softly too. He’s so cute.
You rid the rest of your clothes off and beomgyu watches you in awe, hands resting on your waist now. “You’re so pretty.”
“So are you.”
He helps you discard of his own clothes. You lean back down, cupping his cheeks dotingly for no reason, just looking at his pretty face. Then you wrap your fingers around his cock, briefly pumping it a few times, watching the way he totally forgets about everything, hips jerking, melting into a puddle as he lets out small, breathy noises.
You stop your movements on his dick and with a wicked grin, you sit yourself on him. You slowly slide your wet folds against him, watching the way he instantly falls apart.
“Ughh…y-y/n,” the sound lands somewhere between a sigh and plea.
You grind against his poor, leaky, flushed cock harder, earning startled little sounds that his voice fractures into. Beomgyu squeezes his eyes shut, it’s scarily already too much for him already.
“S-stopp, inside, inside.” Beomgyu grabs your wrist, needy, begging.
“Ssh. Be patient, baby.” You lightly scold him, continuing to roll your hips faster, continuously, enjoying the feeling of the wetness from you and the precum dribbling out out his tip, gliding easily and mixing and smearing together, bumping at your clit and stimulating your folds.
Beomgyu shakes his head, half panting and half whimpering, eyes watering, hands twitching uselessly at your sides, his lips parted like he was meant to speak, probably to beseech you again, but only a shaken noise comes out. Suddenly, out of nowhere, beomgyu’s dick spills out cum, squirting out white onto his tummy in uncontrolled spurts. He looks down, horrified, like he can’t even believe it himself.
Then he sniffles, crying out, devastated and disappointed. “Didn’t want to cum that fast, wanted to cum inside you.” The corners of his lips pull entirely downwards.
You click your tongue. “Can’t control yourself, gyu. Hm?” You mock him, though you don’t actually care, your tone soft. It was hot to see him make a mess all on himself that quick.
“No- just missed you.” Beomgyu frowns. The mascara you’d put on him earlier, now running down his cheek all clumped and messy. He’s referring to how you guys haven’t streamed in so long with haechan and then also not really seeing each other as much as you usually would because of exams too.
You reach up and swipe your thumbs gently under eye, wiping away the tiny exaggerated tears. “Aww, you missed me?”
Beomgyu’s lips are dramatically downturned but he replies with soft sincerity. “Yeah.”
Your heart swoops. It did feel very strange to go days without properly being with him. “Missed you too.” You kiss his nose and he softly smiles knowing you felt the same. “Will you even be able to handle my pussy after so long, gyu?” You tilt your head, slipping back to teasing him because it feels easier than admitting just how full your chest feels again.
Beomgyu nods so fast it’s comical. “I can. Please.”
“You already came though.” You tut, faux contemplating, glancing pointedly at the mess on his tummy.
“I can cum again!” beomgyu quickly insists, frantic and pleading, falling for it and getting worked up, panicked, “need you.”
With that, you take a hold of his dick, feeling him slightly twitch. You lift yourself up and guide his dick to your entrance, slowly taking him in you, first his swollen tip, and then lowering yourself completely, ever so carefully, down on his entire length, until your hips meet his, enveloping his cock with your pussy. You sigh out at the feeling of finally having his dick in you again and stretching you out. It’s so perfect.
“Ohhhmygod.” You almost forget to watch beomgyu’s reaction for a second. Beomgyu has practically gone cross-eyed, mouth fully open. He’s panting loud and heavy, like you’ve knocked the wind out of him and you haven’t even moved a single bit yet. He’s resembling when you first fucked him and took his virginity, sure it’s the longest you’ve gone without fucking, but it hasn’t been that long.
“You need a minute?”
“Sshit-yeah…” beomgyu knits his brows, and groans out long and deep.
You don’t know how long you wait, it could have been like, ten seconds, but it felt like forever to you. Eventually, you grow impatient and you just grab onto his shoulders, lifting yourself up again and back down, starting a slow rhythm. You sheath and unsheath your pussy languidly on his dick, hitting deep, softly moaning. The friction is searing and hot and you can feel your walls dragging along the little ridges of some of the thick veins from his dick.
Beomgyu on the other hand, is absolutely lost in the sensation of your pussy wrapped around him. You swivel your hips clockwise, then anti-clockwise repeatedly, watching the way his jaw goes slack at this.
“So good-feels sso good,” beomgyu slurs, mouth hanging open and eyes drooping with pleasure already. He genuinely looks like he physically cannot cope with any of it.
You still want more though. Your grip on his shoulders tighten, using it to give you more strength to bounce on his gooey dick, quickening your pace but not significantly. Beomgyu’s brain is mush. He’s a goner.
You can’t even see his face anymore, the top of his face somehow buried underneath the numerous cushions on your sofa, he’s sinking into it, all you can see is his full lips in the shape of an ‘o’ and his front teeth, being able to spot the slight chip on one of them. It’s like he’s not aware it’s possible to even close his mouth at all. You laugh at the absurd sight of him and lean forwards to throw the cushions off him, brushing his wet hair out of his face so you can fully see the expression of unmistakable ecstasy that he’s in the throes of, his long clumped eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks.
He doesn’t notice any of this. He looks like he’s fully checked out of everything. And seriously, your pace wasn’t even that fast. You lightly slap at his cheek, trying to wake him up from his trance-like state, his head lolls, eyes rolled to the back of his head, scatter-brained. He doesn’t respond. You grab at his chin, facing you. “gyu, gyu. Are you there?”
“….huhh….?”
You burst out laughing, totally amused. “holy shit, beomgyu.” You start riding him at brutal pace, wondering just how much more fucked out he can get. “Imagine your viewers seeing you right now, you look like you’re getting fucked for the first time all over again.”
Beomgyu chokes out a moan, but you’re surprised to hear him speak up, voice so strained, in between gasps, “d-don’t need an audience-h-hahhh…only need youu-nggh”
You lean down, hovering close to his face, spurring him on. “Yeah? You love my pussy don’t you? Loved when I took your virginity didn’t you, baby?”
“Mmm,” Beomgyu whines out, eyes fluttering shut, nodding feverishly, saying any shit unabashedly. “Love your pussy…so glad it wass youuh…Wouldn’t— wouldn’t want anyone else…only you. M’ all yours.”
You’re truly enraptured by his expressions of you just riding him. Suddenly, you get an idea. You pull off his dick. Beomgyu whines and frowns at the lost contact, totally perplexed and wounded.
His hands grasp out for you, trying to bring you back but you ignore him, standing up off the sofa and grabbing at his dainty, pretty, long legs instead. You spread them, holding them apart by his ankles. Beomgyu furrows his brows at you and makes a small, cute, confused sound, but he trusts you with everything in him so he just completely surrenders to whatever you’re doing calmly. He’d give you anything you want, would let you do anything to him, would let you consume him completely. You hold his dick in place at a better angle for your pussy, trying to line yourself up. Once again, you’re grabbing his dick like you’re using a dildo in the privacy of your bedroom and shifting your position whichever way you want.
“What are you doing—ohh.”
You thrust into him, both hands curled around his ankles again, the way his cock presses differently inside you, angled in a way that reaches so much deeper and drags along the nerves in your spongy walls deliciously. It clearly affects beomgyu too, his face contorting into an absolute state of rapture on his features and he elicits a mangled mewl.
The position is entirely vulnerable for beomgyu, and for a split second, you can see his cheeks flush even more than they are, his mannerisms turning shy, but he almost immediately stops giving a fuck, in fact it spurs him on. He tries to keep his eyes open and focused to watch you as you fuck him, like both your sexes have swapped and he’s the one with a cunt, finding it so hot even though his eyelids keep drooping and his eye’s keep rolling back.
You push your hips forward continuously slamming them with his. Everything about fucking beomgyu this way clearly drives him crazy, fogging up and dumbing his already fucked out brain. His tongue lolls out exaggeratedly like a panting dog and moaning high pitched like a slut without restraint.
By now, the delirium has taken over the both of you, entirely consumed by the sensation of each other.
You pant, spewing random dirty talk with your eyes dazed. “D’you love getting fucked by me like this? Yeah? Want me to use you like a dildo all the time? Want that to be-ah-your only purpose? Just my toy? I’ll bounce on your dick all the time, gyu.”
“Yeah, yeah,yeahyeahyeah. Can use me, ghhhgn wanna stay in your pussy forever….never wanna leave,” Beomgyu drools, nodding dumbly, mouth parted in disbelieved pleasure, reeling in it.
You lean down to his heaving tummy, placing a kiss on his belly button and where his piercing lies, you come closer to his body, moving up and he wraps his arms around you, holding onto your for dear life as an incessant stream of moans rip through his throat.
You desperately fuck him faster, driving into him, snapping your hips forward again and again, getting closer to the edge and pulling him into a messy kiss as you do so, still clinging onto each other, eating up his garbled cries.
“Ah-gonna cum. You want it? Want me to cum around your cock, beomie?”
“S-sso much—” beomgyu gasps, sobbing. “Oh my god—”
Both of you dissolve into incoherent, breathless sounds of ‘mm— mm— mmmm mmmmm’ exchanging back and forth between kisses continuously and moaning out each others name, becoming more and more high off each other, in consonance with each other. Nothing else mattering at this moment except for the intoxicating feel of your lips against his, body pressed flush against his. The world could disappear entirely, and it’s possible neither of you would notice, so lost and gone in the feeling.
“Only you,” beomgyu breaks, words cracking as they leave him, “Only you-only you can make me feel this way, only youonlyyouuonlyyou.”
You reach your high first, clenching around him and letting go. Beomgyu lets out three different notes, oscillating like piano trills. Until a glissando of all sorts of notes slide up and reaching a crescendo. “C-cc-ccumming—” Beomgyu chokes, breath coming out in sharp pulls, “cummingcummingy/n, y/nnnn—”
You cum hard enough that your vision whites out at the edges. Paralysed by the intense orgasm, you’re not sure if you’ve ever felt that in your life and you can tell he’s like that too. Cum oozes out from his dick nonstop, spilling helplessly, replacing the dried cum on his tummy previously. You can practically see his soul leaving him, gone to the ether, his body just jelly as he sags into the sofa and cushions with a sound closer to a sob than a moan.
He still manages to hug you tighter, shaking body pressing more into yours so his cum smears on you too, clutching you. You hold his cheeks in your hands, peppering dazed butterfly kisses on his wrecked out face and on his hello kitty plaster, already slightly peeling from the corner with all the sweat.
“Ughh…I missed you.” Beomgyu knocks his head with yours.
You laugh, still trying to catch your breath. “You already said that.” You carefully brush the sweaty strands of his hair out of his sweaty face, looking into his big, soft, brown eyes, twinkling, glittery as they stare back up at yours with so much emotion and adoration in them.
“Just my pussy?” You deliberately provoke him just because it’s funny.
“Obviously, so much more than that, idiot.” Beomgyu rolls his eyes, jabbing your head.
“It’s way too fucking hot for this shit.”
It’s the hottest day of the month, sweltering. The grass is brittle and warm beneath your stomach as you lie in it, half propped on your elbows with a book in your hand. Beomgyu is sprawled on his back, still eating the remnants of the pastries you both had bought from the bakery nearby, humming in response, though he seems pretty content. There’s quite a lot of other uni students too, sitting with their friends across picnic blankets, people walking their dogs, others passing through on the path with their bicycles, bells ringing, children laughing in the distance.
It’s the last week left of lectures before you’re fully finished with the uni year. Beomgyu had forced you to come out on your free day. He’d stood in your kitchen earlier with absolute conviction, declaring that you’d promised to go out on a date. When you’d agreed to that, you weren’t aware of the weather. Even with your proposal to stay inside with the AC and continue watching the drama you both had started instead, beomgyu had refused, shaking his head and staying adamant about it. No amount of dramatic pointing at the weather app of the temperature had deterred him, unfortunately.
Now, you’re laying in the park near your campus, trying not to fucking melt.
After eating the rest of his pastry and licking around his lips, beomgyu scoots closer to you, grass rustling beneath him, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his chest on your back, practically on top of you.
“Ew-no-get off. I’ll get so sweaty!” You shove beomgyu off you, immediately protesting.
He sticks his tongue out at you with a dramatic, wounded look but allows himself to be pushed away. “Rude.”
“You’re so sweaty right now and so am I.” You point out. “I don’t want to get even more sweaty. It’s too hot.”
Beomgyu flops onto his back again with a theatrical groan, a noise of betrayal. “Woww. This is how you’re treating your sweet boyfriend who just wants to cuddle.”
Not much changes when you start dating. You still bicker. You still spend an alarming amount of time together, you still stream and go to your lectures together. It’s subtle. Just that you’re both more honest and open with your feelings and affection for one another, beomgyu especially. You can’t get rid of him. You’re not complaining most of the time.
After finishing one of the chapters of your book, you close it, setting it aside and resting your chin on your hand. You watch beomgyu with interest instead. He’s lying down with his eyes closed, forearm flung over his face, attempting to nap, chest rising and falling, one knee bent and the other leg kicked out. You contemplate to yourself for a moment before speaking. “…Are you scared?”
Beomgyu slowly flitters his eyes open, brows drawing together faintly with a curious expression. “For what?”
“That next year’s our final year.”
His expressions changes. Beomgyu goes quiet, pensive, thoughtful. “…yeah. A little. I don’t want to be an actual adult yet,” beomgyu answers honestly, squinting his eyes up at the sky, “it just feels like every year gets faster.”
You hum in agreement, fiddling with a blade of grass between your fingers.
It’s true, this academic year has gone by even faster than usual, though it’s been one that so much changed. You can’t believe the events that happened. At the start of the year, you hated the idea of working with beomgyu, co-organising that christmas performance, still convinced of the rumours about him. You’d never have thought he was the face behind your favourite camboy, that you’d end up fucking your favourite camboy in person. You definitely hadn’t expected for beomgyu to be someone you care for so much.
You and beomgyu have indeed now started afresh on a new channel named - AngelandDevil313 - beomgyu was the one to suggest it, defending it with his life. It’s cringey, yes. But you’re doing very well, even better than before, in the top five popular channels on the site, starting new had all your loyal viewers from before and reached a lot of new ones.
“I’ve had fun this year, though,” You say after a moment, staring up at the vivid, sunny sky too, squinting. “Because of you. And I’m excited for next year with you too.”
“You did that for me too.” His smile creeps in slowly, like he’s trying not to make a big deal of it and failing anyway because his smile is somehow rivalling the sun right now, impossibly beaming. “We’ll be working together again next year, though,” he says, clearly very delighted at that, pointing at you playfully, “aren’t you excited?~”
From the success of being paired up to organise the music department’s Christmas performance, your lecturer had decided the two of you were a great set and had promptly promoted both of you to be the presidents of the orchestra fully next year once the other seniors had graduated. You’re his partner yet again.
“Mmm. It’ll be fun. Also stressful.” You’re proud to be chosen though, it’s such a high prestige.
“We make pretty good partners, you know.” Beomgyu rolls to his side, elbow propped on the grass as he stares at you with a shit eating grinning. “Maybe we should start another business in the future together.”
You stare at him too, amused, eyebrow raised. “And what would that be?”
Beomgyu animatedly taps at his chin, looking up. “Hmm…maybe a cafe, hehe.”
You snort. “A cafe? We set the fire alarm off making cookies. Who’s going to be baking?”
Beomgyu thinks for a moment, furrowing his brows, but then shrugs his shoulder in defeat, totally agreeing. “Alright. Fine. Tyun and Kai can bake. We’ll handle the business side.”
You nod your head, softly chuckling.
“Or,” beomgyu smirks insufferably, “I could just stand outside. I’m sure many people will come in if they just see me and my handsome face. I’ll draw the customers in.” Beomgyu flicks his hair, flamboyantly.
You roll your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “Riight.”
“Okay but think about it,” beomgyu insists, eyes bright and a lighter brown, golden from the way the sun catches onto them, looking even prettier, his dimple peeping out too, deeply pressed in his cheek. “A live music cafe. We could perform together and have other musicians play on days too. I think it’d be pretty spectacular.”
You smile fondly, his entire idea of a cafe is so cute and endearing. You’re half-convinced already just from how passionate he is about it.
“Our channel is doing so well now. We’ll even be able to pay off our tuition together.” Beomgyu rolls closer to you, shoulders touching despite the heat, arms touching in that unconscious, gravitational way you’ve both developed.
“You think we’ll last that long?” You tease.
“Yeah,” he says. “I do.” There’s something dangerously soft in his voice.
“That’s ambitious. We haven’t been dating for that long.”
“I don’t care,” he says, simply. “It’s different with you. I know you feel it too.” he adds, suddenly shy, sheepish in the way he gets when he realises he’s being way too earnest, “at least…I hope so. I wanna live with you eventually. Stream with you for a long time.”
Well, you’ve definitely melted now, not sure whether it’s the sun or beomgyu that’s killed you off.
Your throat tightens. The certainty in it makes you feel all those intense emotions you always feel whenever it’s beomgyu, butterflies in your stomach. You look away so he doesn’t quite see how it lands on your face. “Yeah, so are you.” you admit, quietly too.
“Wait, are you about to cry?!”
You cough, dabbing at your eyes quickly. “No. It’s hay fever, obviously.”
His stupid grin is immediate again, very satisfied, obnoxiously so, thankfully he doesn’t say anything else about it.
He nudges your foot with his. “Anyway. Speaking of, it’s a streaming night. Let’s make music in another way heh.” Beomgyu wiggles his brows, his face getting closer to yours.
You groan and shove his face away while he cackles, sunlight catching in his hair, laughter loud and unguarded. “At least we’re getting out of here.”
Beomgyu gets off the ground, dusts of his jeans, and reaches his hand out for you with a soft, lingering smile, you take it. His fingers curl around yours immediately, warm and familiar, pulling you up with an ease that makes your stomach swoop.
“Come on.”
You coat your fingers with more lube, pushing your slicked fingers once more into beomgyu’s glossy, puckered hole, trying to ease him, working him open. Slowly, you pump them in and out as beomgyu knits his brows together, softly moaning from time to time, face buried in the silk pillow, ass up.
“Mm…more.”
“You sure?”
Beomgyu rocks his hips back to meet the pace of your fingers, reaching deeper, as a form of confirmation. You slap his little ass lightly in response and he whines quietly in frustration.
“Pleaseee?”
You know he’s been waiting absolute centuries for this, so you relent, not wanting to torture him longer because you know you’ve stretched him out well enough already.
You lather more lube onto your strap on as he watches, eyes glittery with anticipation. You’d searched online extensively for a dildo pretty enough you could use on beomgyu for a stream. It’s a faint jelly pink, see through and slightly bigger than what beomgyu’s used to, and there’s hot pink little heart shapes trapped inside the translucent toy for decoration, making it look prettier. You’d even worn a frilly, light pink and white babydoll lingerie dress, which beomgyu had already lost his mind over. The juxtaposition of you wearing something more feminine whilst wearing a dick, you fucking him like that all pretty, clearly driving him even more crazy, liking the clash. You’ll make sure to put him in it too next time.
“Yeah, angel?” You lift a brow. “Should we ask the viewers how they want me to fuck you?”
You flick through the comments, but surprisingly, they all actually agree with what beomgyu wants for once, wanting to see what he’d look like riding your strap.
So, you lie back against the silk pillows yourself, watching beomgyu as he slowly straddles your hips. He doesn’t put it in yet, surprisingly, gazing down at you with a soft but heated stare, you prolong the eye contact until beomgyu eventually reaches down to cup your cheeks. He presses his lips with yours, his lips fluffy and smooth and cushiony and satin just like the pink silk pillows you lay in, wishing you could do the same with his lips. You makeout, slow and messy as he whimpers into your mouth, getting more turned on from both of you kissing.
He pulls away ultimately, and grabs the dildo, you also help to hold it in place. He puts his hands on your upper stomach as he lifts up, placing the dildo at his oiled, puffy hole, and carefully he takes it in inside of him, stretching him, lowering down and down, little by little, until the entire length has disappeared in him and he’s fully sat back down on you.
Beomgyu stills, head thrown back as a quiet, startled gasp slips loose from his mouth.
After a moment, you swivel your own hips, watching the way his expressions changes as the toy angles in different ways inside him with a tiny groan. He swivels his hips too, both of you circling around in tandem.
When he’s ready, beomgyu rolls his hips with a hiss and starts his pace of leisurely rolling his hips and riding your strap seducingly.
He’s confident with the way he moves back and forth, despite the fact he’s gradually falling apart. He rolls his pelvis elegantly, sexily purposefully with delicate, airy noises from his lips, trying to rile you and the viewers up. Doing it in a way like a pornstar and not an amateur, though he is a camboy, it’s in a way that it wasn’t just homemade porn, it’s glamorous.
It’s definitely working, when you scroll through the comments briefly - you didn’t want to miss out on the show for too long - they’re unusually more quiet, even with the view count increasing by the second, spamming less with commands. You’re guessing they’re just totally enamoured by the sight too. And it’s all for you. You’re the one who gets to see it in person.
And you know you’ve thought it, said it out loud hundreds of times, countless times, but beomgyu is so fucking gorgeous. You still forget to breathe for a second, watching him on top of you, enraptured. He’s of course, wearing his stripy pink and white thigh highs, legs draped and bent either side of you. You grab for them without a second thought, squeezing his thighs, digging your nails into the fabric hard. He whines faintly at that. Of course as well, his sparkly belly button piercing dangles and swings with the motion. It has a diamond heart and a bow. He has a collection of them.
And, there’s something new too. The still recently healed tattoo near his right hip and lower abdomen. You sport a matching one. It’s a treble clef, etched onto his flesh with an angel wing peaking out, unfurling from the curve, still lightly pink around the edges. Maybe it was way too soon to get matching tattoos with beomgyu but it seemed right. And maybe you both were the slightest bit tipsy when you had agreed with absolute conviction to get one together, and had booked the appointment impulsively. But you’d followed through with it. Both of you wanted a treble clef tattoo anyway since you study music and music is such a vital part of your life. You’d always wanted one long before. So did beomgyu. So why not get one together?
Neither of you regret it, both of you adore it. You love looking at it on beomgyu, it makes his body even more unfairly pretty. You know he loves seeing it on yours too. You bring your hand up to trace the ink with your fingertip on his skin for a second, following the curve of the wing, then he lifts your dress up too a bit, finding yours and doing the same. You liked that his body was permanently marked with you, and yours with him. Even the viewers loved it, it becoming a sort of trademark thing, iconic for you both on your new channel.
Beomgyu’s hair too, is slightly different. Soft, subtle, pink strands threaded through the dark of his wolfcut. Only recently, had he dyed some strands of his wolfcut a pink. Unfortunately, you, taehyun, and Kai had to be the ones to do it for him. All three of you had stood around him in the crowded bathroom, perplexed, trying to get it to the exact shade he wanted. Neither of you had experience, nor should any of you have been trusted and it was quite a disaster, all three of you had differing opinions on how to do it, arguing. It was chaotic and vaguely traumatic for you. You thought all of beomgyu’s hair was going to be fried off. But, somehow you all managed to get it right, the exact shade he wanted in the end. Kai had started an underground cheap hair dye business in the uni with the confidence after that. From what you know, he’s making bank.
His hair falls into his face but you still see his long lashes kissing his blushing cheeks, his eyes closed, looking like a doll in every single possible way right now. He’s truly unreal.
@angeldevil313luvr: Angel looks like such a slut 💗
@femdom_hearts: I’m going crazy. Look at the way he’s riding it. Wow 😍
@iheartsubboys199: he should just become a full time prostitute.
You laugh gently. “They’re saying you look like such a slut right now, baby, riding all by yourself like that.” Your hands slide up to take ahold of his small waist, holding it tightly, starting to move him against the dildo harder, changing the tempo and time signature. A loud, whorishly long moan rolling off his tongue at the new pace, lips parted. He’s just the prettiest little thing.
“Someone said you should become a full time prostitute, angel. You’d be such a pro.”
Beomgyu manages to shake his head. “uahh—No. only—f’you.”
You smile at his answer, absolutely pleased. “Ohh, you’re so good.” You reach up to pinch his scarlet cheek, cooing, “Such a sweet baby. Isn’t that right, darling?”
Beomgyu nods, dizzy. He’s losing control now, the confidence he once had dwindling, previous demeanor vanishing, forgotten when he gets consumed by the pleasure he’s feeling.
“Say it to the camera.” You take the phone, filming him up close. “Say you’re only a whore for my cock, angel. Only a pretty cumslut for me~”
You thrust into him slightly, toy pushing deeper in him. Beomgyu groans, noises leaving him endlessly, wrecked, voice cracking as he tries to speak up. He looks into the camera then at you with a faraway look. “Hahhh, m’ only a…a whore for your-ghh-cock. M’ just a pretty cumslut ffor you.”
When he looks like he might just collapse, you bend your knees, propping your legs up for him, his back resting against them, keeping him up. He delicately reaches out for both of your hands, threading your fingers and holding them as he begins to bounce on the silicone, up and down, lifting and sinking. You interlace them, his hair jumping with every bounce too, front layers damp, sticking to his forehead and his face glowing with sweat, making him look almost holy and sacrilegious at the same time.
“So dumb for my dick,” you murmur, making your voice more sultry and teasing the way he likes, that makes him shiver, “can’t even keep yourself upright. Should I fuck you with my cock all the time hmm?”
“N-no, Love your pussy mm-more.” There’s a thin line of drool, slipping down the corner of his mouth eyes, glistening as it trails further to his chin, eyes rolling back uselessly.
You giggle, gaze dropping lower, watching the way his cock flaps uselessly, slapping your stomach, painfully red, pearled precum trickling out lightly from the tip of his engorged head. You pull your hands away from his, and he whimpers at the sudden lack of support. You swipe the beads of sticky fluid from his tip with your thumb and it twitches fruitlessly at that. You start pumping his wet dick ruthlessly, stroking “you sure? You look like you’re loving this, going crazy for this. Maybe I won’t let you fuck my pussy ever again.”
Beomgyu’s back arches instantly, mewling high pitched, attempting to shake his head at your words but all his thoughts just disappear from the overwhelming pleasure and all the stimulation, drowning in it.
“Please, can I cum? Please?”
“No.” You click your tongue. “Don’t cum if you love my cunt more.”
Beomgyu makes a devastated sound, pouting, stressed, tears pooling along his waterline, “babyyy! But-T-that’s so unfair!”
You burst out laughing, warm and amused. You don’t actually care obviously. You just like messing with him, seeing the way he gets all helpless and panicked. “Lol. Just joking.” You grin. “But you’re not allowed to cum just yet. Hold on.”
“I-i can’t—it feels ssoo ggood.” Beomgyu whines.
“Yes you can. Don’t disappoint your viewers, angel.” You check the comment for a second and they agree, not wanting him to cum just yet, wanting to see him cum a load later instead from holding it in. You pump his dick faster, speeding up cruel, mercilessly twisting. Your other hand grips his hip, moving him yourself, slamming him back down each time. You thrust upwards with his drops down, harder, deeper, more and more, an accelerando, intent on pulling every possible pretty sound he can make out of his throat, watching the way the little hearts suspended in the translucent toy disappear in as he takes it in and out of his cute hole, making gooey noises in the process. He’s practically jumping on your strap now too and he pulls one of your tits out of your dress, cupping them and squeezing tightly like it’s keeping him steady.
“H-holy s-shit…oh oh f-fuck oh”
Beomgyu yelps, surprised. You see it instantly on his face when it hits something deep and you know it’s reached deep, brushing against his prostate, mouth dropping open, eyes flying open. His moans practically change key, tearing out of him, becoming even more high pitched and falsetto than before. You weren’t even aware his range could go that high.
You can feel his thighs tremoring uncontrollably, like vibrato on a violin, where they cage your hips. “I can’t, I can’t—i-i c-can’ttt-t—” beomgyu sounds like there’s water stuck in his lungs.
You tighten your hand around his dick, moving faster. “Okay, you can cum, pretty.” You lift your torso up slightly to attach your lips to his nipple, swirling your tongue and teeth grazing the sensitive pink bud, sucking. One slow, wicked suck makes him jerk. He clenches his hole around the silicone and finally lets go with a strangled, long yelp, reaching up into the ether. The coda of the symphony comes to an end with a perfect cadence. Beomgyu’s dick gushes, cum overflowing like a fountain, thick ropes splattering all on your newly bought lingerie, absolutely sullied. He doesn’t care though, he slumps forwards on you, between all the mess, hugging you, face buried in your neck, breathing wrecked, boneless from the physical exertion, brain dead, numb and shaking.
You play with the ends of his shaggy hair on his neck, curling the light pink silky strands with your fingers. It suits him so well.
BONUS LIVE
Beomgyu has one last lecture early in the morning. You, blissfully, do not. However, you can currently hear the alarm he set, going off blaring, disturbing your sleep, for about 2 minutes now and he still hasn’t woken up. It’s so loud, how can he not hear it?
You nudge him, “gyu,” He doesn’t budge. You nudge him harder, “GYU. GET UP.” Finally, he stirs.
Beomgyu whines, “owww. Ugh,” but turns over to thankfully switch his annoying alarm off.
He gets up from the bed, carefully disentangling himself from you, and gets ready, heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth. You merely groan and roll over, burying your face deeper into the pillow. You don’t see him get dressed but you hear all of it, rustling of fabrics, clinking of keys, lanyards, or something, attentively tiptoeing around your room to not disturb you too much.
Unfortunately, you still have to get up to lock the door after him. You yawn, face puffy, eyes barely functioning, hair sticking up. He walks out. Standing in the door frame with his crossbody bag slung over his shoulder. It has many keyrings dangling from it. That’s what was the noise you heard earlier.
“Bye, y/nnn. See you.” Beomgyu says softly, dragging the vowels of your name just to annoy you a little. He pulls you in for a little, warm hug, then pecks your lip. Then pecks them again with a grin just because.
You barely register any of this. “Mmm,” you mumble, yawning, “See you. I love you.” Then, you shut the door.
Beomgyu stands still, blinking at the closed door, eyes widening, stunned. He opens and closes his mouth, still trying to process what just happened, bag slipping off.
He replays it.
Mmm. See you. I love you.
He slowly raises his hand to touch his heart, feeling how it’s pounding against his chest. He mutters a surprised, barely audible oh into the empty corridor.
You said it so casually. Like you hadn’t just thrown a bomb at his entire emotional infrastructure before his 9am lecture. What the fuck. But, he’s a running a bit late to his class and thinks it’s best to ask you about it later.
Beomgyu walks away giddy but still in shock, legs feeling like jelly and dizzy, he gets halfway down the corridor and turns around just to stare at your door again. Oh my god.
You, meanwhile, make it back to your bed, pulling the blanket up. You close your eyes, sighing out happily-Wait. Your brain finally loads. You open one eye suspiciously, the other, very slowly. You think about what you said.
HOLY—
You sit up. Both your hands slap your mouth. You want to die. It just slipped out of your mouth so naturally like you’ve said it so many times before, you didn’t even realise. It’s definitely not how expected to say it for the first time. It’s not the most romantic way. You’re pretty embarrassed. You don’t text him because what would you say? You hope he just didn’t register it, it was mumbled and he was tired too. You’ll just believe that for now.
In the afternoon, you hear an inevitable knock at your door and you know it can only be beomgyu. You open it, embarrassed, nervous.
“Hey,” you say, scratching the back of your head. “Hahaa...” You try to appear nonchalant.
Beomgyu wraps an arm around your waist, like he’s been waiting all day to do that, a smile immediately appearing on his face. He pulls you closer to him. “Hi.” Beomgyu says softly, eyes studying your face, fond and still a bit stunned from the events earlier. Then, his lips curl into an evil, knowing smirk, not fooled for a second by your attempt at nonchalance. “Soooo about what you said in the morning~” beomgyu says teasingly, giving you the most cheekiest grin ever, his thumb brushing idle half circles through your shirt.
You splutter, flustered. He’s so annoying. “It was nothing. It just came out.” You blurt, averting your gaze.
Beomgyu quietly scoffs at your words with a hint of offence, narrowing his eyes playfully. “Really? I don’t think you can accidentally just say something like that.”
You raise your chin up, indignant, though your cheeks are heating. “It can. I say it to my friends casually all the time.”
Beomgyu let’s go of you, tilting his head, clearly unconvinced. He stares at you for a moment, silent and thoughtful in a way that seems more serious than the teasing before. He shakes his head with a quiet laugh and he starts to speak up, sincere.
“You know. You’re kind of like…a grace note in my life.”
“Grace notes are brief, though,” you blink, pedantically, crossing your arms. “Like acciaccaturas, appoggiaturas.”
Beomgyu groans. “Oh my god- let me explain first. I was trying to be poetic.”
You snort. “Okay, keep going then, beethoven.”
“Well…Grace notes are ornaments, they embellish a song, they add decoration to it. You know, without it, the phrase is fine. The song was fine before, but with it, the phrase lingers.” You watch him as he talks, he’s slightly abashed by how earnest he’s being. His eyes keep darting back to you to see if you’re still listening, if it’s landing the way he hopes it is. “Like,” beomgyu adds, quieter, sheepish, “they slip in and suddenly the whole thing sounds…better, fuller, prettier.” Beomgyu’s ears are red. “Do you…get it?”
You nod silently.
“What I’m trying to say is that I love you too.” Beomgyu smiles so openly.
There’s a lump in your throat, trying to blink away the tears. “Fuck…I love you too.” You laugh weakly.
There’s a huge stupid grin that takes up immediately on beomgyu’s face, massive and uncontrollable, stepping closer to crush yoy into a tight hug, spinning you both slightly in place before setting you back down. Beomgyu cups your face, looking at you with pure adoration in his eyes. His lips land softly on yours, kissing you and kissing you senseless. After what feels like forever but also not long enough at all, beomgyu finally pulls away slightly.
“Honestly as cringey as it sounds, you have sort of been some kind of angel, a saving grace to me. Your streams before I knew you,” you admit, suddenly feeling like you needed to confess something meaningful too, breath shaky, “were comforting to me. And as ive got to know you, become good friends with you, streamed with you…you’re just such a beautiful person beomgyu. Inside and out. I fell for you twice.”
He beams shyly, eyes crinkling into crescents, then leans in to kiss you again like he physically cannot resist it.
“You’re welcome,” he adds smugly when he pulls back.
“For what?”
“For giving you the best boyfriend and business partner ever.”
You roll your eyes but you’re still smiling affectionately at him. “Well, I was the one who suggested working with you on your channel so I think you should say thank you to me.”
“Okay then.” Beomgyu presses his plushy lips with yours for the countless time. “Thank you y/n” his deep eyes are literally sparkling like they do often around you, looking into yours like you just showed him the entire galaxy, giggling, he rests his forehead against yours, brushing his nose with yours.
You adore this gorgeous, angelic boy so much.
STREAM: ENDED.
♫ Now playing Angels Around Me...- Kali Uchis
A/n: omg ☹️😭😭🤧🤧 i can’t believe it’s come to end wtaf. But also wow i can’t believe I ever actually managed to finish this series. At the start I lowkey went into it blind and had no actual plans but it truly did write itself :(<3 omg I really will miss writing for this series. They’re literally my babies and this is literally my favourite beomgyu to write. I’ll miss them sm. this series felt like such a constant in my life like it’s actually watched me grow, and you can see it as the chapters go by too 😭. This fic is literally my baby. This was literally one of the first things I actually started writing on here and I got so much love with this series, genuinely so much love it’s crazy and I don’t think I’ll really get that again. Thank you to all the people that patiently waited every chapter and supported this series and sent me their thoughts. My slow ass would have never been able to finish this ever if it weren’t for that. I still see the same people liking and commenting from 2022 ily all sm 😭💕💕☹️☹️🌷🌷 wait omg why did I actually start crying 😭😭 IM EMOTIONAL OKAY :( This series means sm to me
I hope you like the ending 😭 this was a bitch for me to write and I had no idea how to end it so I’m sorry if you hate it but I tried my best 😭
I still plan to write little tiny bonus chapters for them in the future tbh I’m not ready to let go. 🤧 Anyway, truly thank you so so much for everyone that read this entire series. 💗💗
Please actually reblog !!!!!! and leave comments !!!! guys 😭 if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated and so nice tysm !<3🙏💕🌷🌷! It’s incredibly discouraging and disappointing when fics have such little reblogs. At least send an anon in the inbox if you don’t want to rb, don’t just like. Feedback is always appreciated it makes writers want to actually write more :)
warnings: reader has female reproductive organs and is referred to with female pronouns, no use of Y/N, a/b/o (omegaverse), polyamory, reader + nicho + euijoo are mated/in an established relationship, mating cycles, nicho has male reproductive organs (but the rest is left ambiguous), member x member content, threesome, mentions of migraines and headaches, mating bites, nicho and juju are kind of subby at first but they're all switches tbh, alphas + betas + omegas all have mating cycles in this universe btw
a/n: surprise, i'm back! currently heavily hyperfixated on &team and especially nicho and juju, hence this fic. this obviously has smut but they are so so soft and in love with each other. okay anyways, i hope you enjoy! (p.s., if you like my work "after hours" you'll probably like this) - lu :)
“I have a headache,” you pout at Euijoo from across the table.
He’s completely unphased by your comment, continuing to push the noodles around in his bowl. “Well, did you take your meds today?” he responds, not even looking at you.
“Yes,” you whine back. “I wouldn’t be complaining if I didn’t take them.”
“You forget them almost every day,” he deadpans, finally looking up.
“You’re grumpy today,” you mutter, nudging his foot gently under the table.
He pulls his foot away dramatically. “I am not grumpy. If anything, you’re grumpy.” You pout at him once more. “Okay, okay,” he concedes. “Does anything else hurt? Are you feeling sick?”
You frown in response. You thought it was just the headache, but now that Euijoo mentions it, you are feeling weird. “I don’t know. I just feel off. Like impending doom or something. My scent glands ache a little bit, but they’re probably just sore from scenting Nicho this morning.”
Euijoo stares at you in silence for an uncomfortable amount of time before his chopsticks fall out of his hand and clatter down onto the table. “It’s May,” he says without context.
“Okay?” you respond. Are you missing something? What does the month have to do with you having a headache?
“Nicho is due for a heat this month,” he says, brows furrowing.
Now you’re really confused. “Nicho’s heat isn’t supposed to come until like two weeks from now. What does that have to do with my headache?”
“Baby. You’ve got a headache and your glands hurt. I’ve been irritable and twitchy all day. Nicho took hours to wake up this morning and still was groggy after you scented him. The signs are all there.” You know what he’s going to say now, but you give him the liberty of saying it out loud. “Nicho is going into heat and our bodies are responding. Our cycles are synced up.”
Now, it’s not like it was really all that big of surprise that you three had finally synced. You’ve been mated for 3 years now, so it was only a matter of time. In fact, at your last appointment, the doctor had asked if your cycles had synced with your mates yet, since bloodwork showed some increased hormone levels. Obviously, you said no, but she made it clear that it was likely coming soon.
But as you stand in the snack aisle of the grocery store, you wish you had asked her more about cycle syncing. You can barely concentrate long enough to figure out what brand of granola bars to get. You can’t imagine trying to take care of your two other mates like this. And you aren’t even close to the peak yet.
The thing is, between the three of you, cycles were a relatively complicated thing. Yours tend to come with headaches and migraines so debilitating you don’t leave your bed for days. Even the softest of scents make your extremely sensitive nose twitch in displeasure. When you do feel well enough to emerge from your little cave of darkness, you can’t stand to let Euijoo or Nicholas leave your sight. It makes the little demon in your brain go haywire, because how can you make sure your mates are safe if you can’t see them? Euijoo is no better during his rut. Your usually easy-going mate becomes unreasonably possessive during that time. It’s not really his fault, but with both you and Nicho being people who value independence, it has caused a fair share of arguments over time. He also gets exceptionally needy. You’ve never heard more whining in your life than during the week of Euijoo’s ruts. He constantly wants something, whether that’s cuddles, food, scenting, or, often times, a good fuck. And Nicholas…well his heats are arguably the worst. He experiences extreme mood swings, high fevers, recurring nausea, debilitating cramps, body aches, the list goes on. Not to mention, his everlasting need for a knot. Which is fine when Euijoo is around, but he’s also only human, and needs a break every once in a while. And unfortunately, you do not have a knot, nor any of the…anatomical necessities for one. But Nicho’s heat-addled brain doesn’t understand that, so trying to help him often results in him angrily crying at you for depriving him of a knot that doesn’t even exist.
Needless to say, all three of you are a mess during individual cycles. Trying to imagine all of that happening simultaneously without all hell breaking loose is near to impossible. How on earth are you going to survive this next week?
Before your brain can dig you down an even deeper hole, warm hands brush your waist from behind. Euijoo dips his head to brush the tip of his nose against the junction between your neck and shoulder. It’s hardly appropriate for the public setting you’re in. “Byun Euijoo!” you exclaim, whipping around to lightly smack him on the chest.
“What?” he asks defensively while frowning in protest. “How is everyone here supposed to know your mine?” You pointedly look at the matching mating bites peeking out just slightly from where the collar of his shirt hangs. “But you’re wearing a hoodie! No one can see it!” he whines.
“Juju, we’re mated. I smell like I’m mated” you respond. The worst thing to do is to play into his little whims this early in pre-rut. Because once his full rut hits, he’ll take advantage of that.
He doesn’t say anything, but still pouts. You turn back to the granola bars you were previously looking at. You reach out to grab the first decent looking box, but Euijoo grabs your wrist before you can do anything. He gently lets go, then gestures to the box next to it. Same brand, different flavor. When you give him a pointed look, he looks down and mumbles, “Nicho will only eat the strawberry ones.”
At first you scoff a little bit, but then take a second to think about it. And if you’re being honest, you really can’t remember the last time you saw him eat any granola bar during his heat that wasn’t strawberry. Curse Byun Euijoo and his ability to remember even the finest details about his mates. And his inability to let literally anyone else do the grocery shopping. Control freak much?
But then before you even realize, there’s tears falling down your cheeks. Euijoo notices them just as fast. He drops the box of granola bars into the cart and wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you tightly into his chest.
“What’s wrong?” He wipes your tears with the pad of his thumb.
You sniffle once. Twice. “I’m such a bad mate. I don’t even know what flavor of granola bars he likes.”
“You’re not a bad mate,” he consoles. “I usually go to the store alone. It’s normal to not know what we usually get. Okay?”
You nod against his chest. You feel his chest rise sharply. “Let’s finish up and go home,” he suggests. You nod again, finally feeling courageous enough to stand up straight once more.
The rest of the trip goes by quickly, with Euijoo grabbing most of the necessities while you trail behind him. The car ride home is relatively silent. Your head is pounding once again and he must be able to tell, because he turns the volume of the radio down until it's barely audible. You lean your head against the cool window. The skin on your hand prickles as Euijoo brushes his thumb against your knuckles. You zone out and when you finally come to, the car is slowly pulling into the driveway.
The house is quiet when you step inside. Most of the lights are out and Nicholas’ heady scent is thick in the air. It has that musky tinge to it that tends to creep in as his heat approaches. Euijoo’s nostrils flare as he steps through the doorway and he immediately releases pheromones in response to the scent. You’re not quite sure if he’s aware that he’s doing it. Either way, it does numbers on your anxiety, which had been building from the moment you left the grocery store.
As your alpha makes his way to the kitchen to unpack the groceries, you head down the hall in search of your other mate. Just as you expected, you open the door to the main bedroom and the lights are off. There’s a significant pile of dirty laundry on the bed. Surely, it's a haphazard nest that the omega rushed to get together when he realized he was in pre-heat. You wonder if he came to the same realization that you and Euijoo had, or if he just thought that this was an early heat.
Stripping down to just your underwear and a tank top, you crawl into the nest. Gently, you place yourself next to the omega, wrapping your arms around him and nosing along his bare shoulder. His body’s reaction is immediate as his scent curls around the both of you and settles in the air above the nest like a haze. Seconds later, you see his eyelashes flutter as he wakes. He turns his head toward you lazily, eyes barely open. He leans in to kiss you but misses slightly, his lips just grazing the corner of your mouth. He shrugs, then his head falls onto your shoulder. “Finally. You guys took forever,” he mumbles. The warm feeling of his breath tickles your skin.
“We stopped to get groceries,” you whisper into his hair. He hums back, content to keep himself pressed into you. His tongue darts out to give a small lick at the area, before he pulls away reluctantly. You know that he’s hesitant to start indulging without Euijoo present. As he always says, why have just one mate here when you can have two? What a greedy omega he is. Not that you and Euijoo care anyway. You both love it.
He pulls back and tilts his chin up to get a good look at your face. After a minute of studying you in silence, he frowns. “You have a headache.”
It’s your turn to frown now. “How did you know that?”
“Your eyebrows are pinched,” he says softly, brushing a hand along the wrinkles on your forehead and forcing your facial muscles to relax. You lean into the touch, finally letting yourself melt and your instincts take over. Your eyes flutter closed and your scent blooms in the air. It mixes with Nicho’s and the room finally feels less stuffy.
Eventually, you will yourself to speak once again. “Euijoo says we’re all synced.”
Nicho’s hand stills where it had been stroking your hair softly. “Oh,” he murmurs. “I guess it was finally time. That’s why your head hurts, right?” You nod, eyes still closed. “How’s Juju?” he asks.
“He was a little grumpy at lunch. Touchy at the store. He’s doing pretty good with all things considered,” you tell him. He hums, hand returning to your hair to play with it once again. The action soothes you considerably, and slowly you drift off to sleep.
When you finally wake, it’s to the sound of Nicho’s soft whimpers. Euijoo’s alpha scent surrounds you and makes arousal pool deep in your belly. Though the sight you’re faced with when you open your eyes is even better.
On the other side of the bed, Nicholas is perched on the alpha’s lap, naked from the waist down. One of Euijoo’s old t-shirts hangs loosely on his shoulders. The bottom hem of the fabric is bunched up over his hips. It’s held in place by the alpha’s hands, which are also controlling the omega’s movements. Your eyes flit downwards to see where the two are connected. Nicho is desperately grinding against the alpha’s bare leg, just underneath where his athletic shorts are pushed up on his thigh. The skin there glistens in a combination of slick and sweat. The omega’s cock bounces against his stomach as he grinds. Euijoo’s head is thrown back, eyes pointed at the ceiling. Probably to distract himself, especially as his own cock is still trapped and throbbing in his shorts.
This first wave must have hit rather unexpectedly, judging by the fact that both of them are still clothed. Well, at least somewhat clothed in Nicho’s case. You keep yourself as still as possible, drinking in the sight for as long as you can. Within minutes, Euijoo’s head lolls sideways and his eyes meet yours. “Enjoying the show?” he teases.
You roll your eyes. Damn him and his stupid alpha super senses. “God forbid a girl just watch her mates for a little while,” you pout at him.
Nicho whines from where he’s seated in the alpha’s lap. “Why are you just laying there? Come touch me,” he demands.
“Wow, we’re needy already, huh?” you lilt. You pull yourself up to lean against Euijoo’s shoulder. But you don’t give Nicho the relief of your touch. Instead, you tease. “Why would I touch you hm? You’re already riding Juju’s thigh. While you’ve been doing that, he’s been all neglected right? Look.” You lean down to pull the alpha’s waistband down. Instantly, his cock springs out, red and throbbing and oozing. Your mouth waters a little just looking at it.
You reach out with a finger and smear the pre-cum across the head. You hear Euijoo gasp lightly in your ear. After some more teasing touches, you wrap your hand around and pump it a few times. The alpha lets out a throaty groan at this and out of your peripheral, you see Nicho’s hips begin to pick up speed.
You quicken the pace of your own hand, thumb coming up to play with the slit. Euijoo moans breathily and his grip loosens on Nicho’s hips. In response, the omega presses himself down even harder, sloppily grinding on the muscle. The lewd squelching sound it makes echoes around the room.
Euijoo moans throatily at the friction, hips canting up to meet your strokes. “Is that good Juju?” you ask. He nods aggressively. “Hmmm…” you wonder out loud. “I wonder if this will make it even better.”
You reach down and tug upwards on the alpha’s calf, forcing his knee to bend. The change in angle makes Nicholas slide farther down Euijoo’s thigh. Now, they’re close enough that you can wrap your hand around both of them at the same time.
Euijoo gasps for air as you begin to jerk them off, the friction so delicious it hurts. He thrusts up into your hand and Nicho lets out a loud keen. Both of you respond to the sound, you with a shush and the alpha with a rumble. That combined with the overwhelming sensation of their cocks brushing together makes the omega halt the motion of his hips. With your free hand, you guide his hips once more. “Keep going Nicho. That’s it…good boy.”
Your hand continues to stroke them and you can feel the pheromones in the room get even stronger. They’re both close. You lean in to suck a mark into Euijoo’s neck, knowing that will be the final straw to push him over the edge.
Nicho’s eyes darken as he watches his alpha and beta. His hips cant sloppily over and over Euijoo’s thigh. “I can’t,” he mutters, feeling the overstimulation set in.
Despite the overwhelming pleasure he’s feeling right now, the alpha finds it in him to egg his omega on. “Yeah you can baby. You’ll feel so good, I promise. Cum for us.”
The words are enough to send Nicholas flying over the edge. His hips continue to move as he chases the stimulation until the very end of his orgasm and lets out breathy whines as he finally cums. His release spurts over your hand and both of their cocks. The combination of this and you sucking particularly hard on the spot behind his ear sends Euijoo crashing into his own orgasm even harder. You pump them both until they begin to come down from their highs. The boys both have their heads leaning forward, allowing you to nuzzle into them. Your glands ache a little bit, including the ones on your temples that you are currently using to scent them, but it's worth the small bit of pain.
Suddenly, you feel something growing underneath your hand. You look down and, sure enough, the beginning of Euijoo’s knot is forming. You smirk and look up to where the alpha’s face is burning bright red with shame. “So good you had to knot my hand Juju?” He doesn’t say anything, but lets out a throaty, gurgled sound as you move your hand to unexpectedly squeeze around the knot, hard.
But before you can laugh at your poor alpha, Nicho lets out a distressed cry. A loud one. When you whip your head toward him, he’s got tears pooling in his eyes. “I want it in me,” he whines petulantly. “I want a knot.”
You finally release your grip on Euijoo, who immediately gasps for air at the relief. “You can’t right now, honey. It’s too late,” you tell him while stroking his head with your clean hand. “We’ll wait for it to go down. You can have one during the next round, okay?”
He calms a bit at your words, but then Euijoo’s voice booms across the room.
“No.”
The word is frayed around the edges, laced with a hint of alpha tone. It’s so unlike the usual soft spokenness of the alpha that it takes you by surprise at first. Clearly it affects Nicho even more, whose eyes snap open and stare intently at Euijoo. “Nicho will eat something first and drink some water. Then he can have a knot.”
Ah, well at least he’s putting the voice to good use. Nicho is petulant at best during his heats, so a firm voice will do more for him than any coaxing will. The omega sniffs a bit, his instincts fighting each other. He wants to obey his alpha but he also wants a knot so badly. In the end, he nods blearily and Euijoo smirks triumphantly.
You reach over to the nightstand and grab the towel that rests there. You clean your hands and then wipe both the boys up as gently as you can, though they twitch uncomfortably at the feeling. Once you're satisfied with your work, you toss it into the hamper at the end of the bed. Euijoo pulls a pair of shorts over Nicho’s hips and replaces his soiled shirt with a fresh one. Then, he gives him a soft kiss on the forehead. “Go grab a snack from the kitchen okay? Everything is on the counter,” he whispers against the skin there.
Nicho nods and gets up to cross the room. As he reaches the door, the alpha speaks up again. “Water too Nicholas. A whole bottle. More if you can. I won’t knot you until you’re hydrated.” The omega just huffs in response and walks away.
Before you can even say anything, you’re flipped on your back, hands pinned above your head. Euijoo smiles deviously at you before leaning down to lick a long stripe up the junction of your neck, right against the mating bites.
“You shouldn't have…ah,” you trail off as his free hand snakes underneath the waistband of your panties. “You shouldn’t have let him go alone.”
“He’ll be fine. He’s a strong omega. It’s just a few minutes.” His fingers brush teasingly against your clit. “He has to learn how to do some things on his own now that our cycles are synced, anyways.”
You moan lightly as his fingers increase their pressure. “Plus,” he says, voice deepening. “Now I can do this.” You inhale sharply as he pinches harshly at your clit and bites down on your neck.
So maybe you were wrong to think that your cycles syncing was going to be a bad thing. But you were right about one part of it. It’s going to be a long week.
thinking about... anton who needs your tits in his mouth at all times
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content warning: fem reader, oral fixation, dry humping, breast play, p in v, unprotected sex, no real power play they're just teasing the fuck out of each other, begging, anton being a perv and desperate as FUCK, aftercare, anton drools a lot in this lol?
i feel like it's common knowledge at this point that anton really, might actually have an oral fixation. i mean, have you seen how often he touches his lips and the many photocards of him having random stuff in his mouth? yeah. personally, i also think anton is a boob guy. he doesn't care whether they're small or big, boobs are boobs and he's probably just happy he gets to touch yours.
that combo, though? ugh.
your boyfriend is the kind of guy who loves to use your boobs as a pillow, nearly making them spill out of your shirt with how much he snuggles his face to them because he needs the skin to skin contact. anton's a goner when you bring one of your hands to the back of his head to play with his hair while the other caresses his bare back, needy whines coming from his mouth as he shifts on top of you. you can feel something pressing against the soft insides of your right thigh and it doesn't take long until anton starts humping his semi hard cock on you, his breath coming out shallow—which leads to his open mouth getting drool all over your shirt and breasts while his grip on your hip tightens to hold you in place.
"oh, fuck– oh, baby... mhm, you feel so fucking good," he barely manages to let the words out with how much he's moaning, the friction on his sensitive dick, the soft skin of your boobs under his cheek and the way your nails scratch his scalp just right, pulling his hair every so often when he grinds too hard onto you... it's all too much. anton feels like he could cum from just this, but he can't. he won't.
though his right arm stays under you to keep you place, his left hand hastily moves to your shirt, his actions nearly aggressive as he pulls it down and guides your nipple to his mouth. you giggle at how eager anton always gets when he wants to have you in his mouth, but it's quickly suppressed by a heavy sigh when you feel anton's tongue licking the underside of your boob before sucking on your nipple as if expecting something to come out, already feeling yourself getting wet from his ministrations. he keeps his hand on your right breast to angle it towards his mouth as he refuses to lift his head from your left one, all while he still humps your thigh, albeit more clumsily now.
you hiss when he pulls back from your boob after a particularly hard suck, and the cold air hitting your spit slicked nipple makes it even harder, much to anton's delight. "need you in my mouth all the time, fuck," he moans, this time lifting his head so he can lick the entirety of your breast before starting to suck on your nipple again. he moves so he's sitting back on his haunches, placing your legs on either side of his waist before pulling the other side of your shirt so both your tits are out.
the first few times anton fucked you, he always went straight to your boobs first, which led you to try and take off your shirt to make things easier for him. depending on the day, he either would either whine or groan, but anton never let you take if off during foreplay—in his sick, perverted mind, he gets off so bad on seeing you all fucked out under him, the wetness oozing out of your pussy staining your panties and your tits pressed together, all bitten and slick with his spit, spilling out of your shirt in a tight fit. anton groans at the sight, "my baby looks so fucking good for me... i love you so much, you're so fucking pretty."
you grab anton by his hair again, a loud moan coming out of his mouth as you pull him towards you. anton barely has time to place his forearm next to your head to brace himself before your lips are on his, kissing him sloppily just the way he likes. in this position, he can hump your pussy instead of your thigh, and that's exactly what he does. anton angles his hips so his hard cock can grind on your neglected clit, all while you're kissing the air out of him and his free hand plays with your boob, lightly squeezing it and pulling on your pebbled nipple. when you pull back, you can feel anton's dick twitch against your pussy and inside his pajama shorts as he watches the string of saliva that still connects your mouths, licking it before pressing another wet, fat kiss on your lips.
anton doesn't waste time getting back to your tits, though, pressing both of them together before alternating between licking and sucking each of them. you let out whiny moans, needing some stimulation on your slick, empty cunt again, so you use your legs that are still wrapped around his waist to pull anton closer to where you need, making his dick perfectly grind against your clit. you keep using your legs to basically get him to fuck you through your clothes, making the two of you whiny messes, letting out loud moans you're sure your neighbors are hearing.
you can feel anton lose his focus on your tits due to how good you're making his dick feel. he stopped sucking on your nipples to just having his open mouth around one of them as he moans uncontrollably, his spit leaking out of his mouth and making its way under your shirt. when anton feels like he's getting too close to cumming, he grips your hips so fucking tight to stop you it makes you whine. he moves to kiss you messily again, your tongues sliding against each other in a way that makes your pussy clench around nothing. he's breathless as he says against your lips "baby, please, let me fuck this pussy. god, fuck. wanna fuck you so bad, i love your fucking pussy." anton can feel his sanity slipping even further when you let out an airy laugh and say "yeah? you wanna put your big cock inside me? you need it, baby?"
anton nods eagerly, his hold on your hips getting impossibly tighter as he tries to stop himself from grinding down on you, knowing he's too close to cumming inside his shorts. "i need it so much, baby, your pussy feels so fucking good on my cock. best pussy i've ever fucked, please!" as much as you love having a man like anton—big, hot, insanely handsome—nearly crying as he begs to fuck you, you feel like you're two seconds away from absolutely losing it if you don't impale yourself on his dick. you push his shoulder slightly to get him off of you, telling him "sit up, baby" when he whines, thinking you're gonna leave him like this. when he sees you pulling your panties down, his eyes glint with a newfound desperation as he quickly discards his pajama shorts, moaning when the cool air hits his cock that's been drooling with precum from the moment you put your hands on his hair.
it takes all your might to focus on just telling anton to rest his back against the headboard and not lean down to put that perfect, twitching fat dick of his inside your mouth. you lick your lips as if you could already feel the taste of his skin and precum on your tongue, but you unfortunately have more pressing matters at the moment. as you lift one leg to straddle anton's lap, his left hand immediately finds your waist, finally tugging on the hem of your shirt to take it off of you. anton then pulls you flush against his chest as his other hand holds the base of his dick to slide his slick head against your folds, making you both sigh needily. before you can cuss him out for taking too long, he pushes your hips down in one swift motion, forcing a loud whine out of your throat as you feel your pussy get completely stuffed from his big cock.
"fuck, toni, that's it" you moan you set a quick pace on his dick, exerting yourself to the max as you need to almost stand completely on your knees so you can ride the entirety of anton's length before sliding back down. even if riding your boyfriend is tiring, you keep letting out high pitched whines every time you bottom out, feeling high off the way he makes you feel so fucking full. anton, on the other hand, feels his dick get even harder from how warm and tight your walls feel sliding against him, the wet sound of your ass hitting his thigh making you both delirious. what really gets him going, though, is hearing you whimper when his hands on your hips slightly shift your position so his fat tip nudges the deepest parts of your pussy. one of anton's moves from your hip to curl around the hair at the back of your head, tugging on it just enough for it to sting a little as he pulls your face closer to his. his tongue wastes no time diving into your mouth as soon as your lips touch, sliding against yours in a rapid but sensual rhythm that had you both moaning into each other's mouths. when anton pulls back, he leans away only enough for him to be able to whisper against your lips "i swear to god this pussy was made to take my dick. i love it so much," making you whine as you felt yourself gushing and clenching even more around him.
anton feels like he could seriously detach himself from how good you're making his dick feel and cum solely from watching you rolling your eyes back due to the almost painful pleasure you're feeling. the way your boobs move up and down, in tandem with your movements on his cock, feel downright hypnotic—he only realizes he had been staring at them with an open mouth like a freak when your hand slides up from his shoulder towards his face, using your index finger on his chin to make him look you in the eyes while your thumb cleaned the saliva that had drooled from his mouth as he was gawking at you. you then slowly move your thumb from the corner of his lips and into his awaiting mouth, feeling yourself smirk as anton closes his eyes and moans around your finger, feeling you slow down your pace until you're grinding down on him instead.
when anton opens his eyes again, he barely looks into your eyes before his gaze drops to your boobs again, squeezing your waist tightly. he mumbles something around your thumb and you pull it out of his mouth to let him speak. anton lets out a raspy and hushed "need them in my mouth so damn bad," before he plants both his feet on the mattress and slides down on it so he's now lying on his back. you position your hand flat beside his face to support yourself as you playfully roll your eyes, letting out a breathy laugh while you caress his soft cheek with your free hand, saying "you're such a perv." anton laughs too, but he quickly masks it with an exaggerated pout. he pushes the side of his face further against your palm like a needy cat as he blinks up at you before he brings his hand to yours, holding it so he can press a kiss to your palm without breaking eye contact. when anton brings his hand back to your waist, he says "i just love you too much, baby. could worship you all day..."
that seals the deal for you. you can't spend another second feeling him twitching impatiently inside you, so you just decide to give the man what he wants—you lean down so you're supporting yourself on your forearm instead of your palm and use your free hand to guide one of your breasts towards anton's parted lips, the corner of his eyes already lift up with happiness. the moment he latches onto your nipple, anton's hands slide down to your hips to hold you firmly as he starts to quickly thrust into you from below. you whine loudly from how hard and fast he's fucking you, just the way you like, and you use the hand from the arm supporting you to tug at his hair, trying not to let your body give up and fall on top of his. "toni," you whimper, pulling his hair harder to alleviate some of the immense pleasure you were feeling. "your dick feels too good– oh my god, it's too fucking good!"
anton moans around your tit when he feels you pulling on his hair, feeling himself getting close from all the stimulation—your filthy words ringing in his head, the pain on his scalp, your wet pussy clenching tightly around him and your nipple getting harder and harder against his tongue—so he moves one hand to find your clit, his fingers almost slipping past it from how wet you are. in the back of your mind, you think it's all too much much for him to be sucking your tit, fucking you that fast and now he's trying to stimulate your clit too, but the thought quickly slips from your mind when his fingers start rubbing it in fast up and down movements.
"fuck, fuck, fuck, toni, i'm cumming, plase don't stop!" you manage to say between loud moans, and anton lets your breast fall out of his mouth to groan "fuck, yeah. cum on my cock, baby, i wanna feel it." hearing those words is all that was left for you to finally reach your breaking point, opening your mouth in a silent moan as you feel yourself spasming on anton's dick.
when it's finally over, you're gasping for air as you let your body slump over anton's, feeling too weak to keep holding yourself up. you let out quiet little cries as anton keeps fucking you fast and steady, laughing deliriously between groans with how good he felt "you're amazing, baby, fuck. i'm gonna cum so fucking much inside you," he says as he uses the hand that was previously on your clit to hold your hair and keep it away from your neck so he could kiss it. you feel tears sliding down your face as anton's thrusts get impossibly faster, and he groans against your neck "oh, pretty girl, i love using your pussy so much– i'm gonna cum! i'm gonna cum so much inside you, okay? take it– fuck, take it all, please!"
you're not even registering his words anymore from how overstimulated you feel, just nodding along to whatever anton is saying and begging him to finish already—both because you're so tired and because you absolutely love when he cums inside, "please, toni! give me your cum, please, baby!" anton groans loudly, latching his mouth onto your neck before wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you flush against him, fucking a few more hard thrusts into you before he stalled, lifting his hips from the mattress with how hard he pushed into you. all you can do is sigh and sniff tiredly against anton's hair as you stop crying, your entire body trembling as you feel your pussy get even more stuffed, both from anton's big cock and his cum—which, as he promised, was a lot.
anton keeps holding you on top of him as you both calm down, waiting for your breaths and hearts to slow down and pressing reassuring kisses to your shoulder. when he feels like he can move again, anton gently pushes you away from him to lay you down on the mattress, chuckling when you groan in complaint as you feel his dick slide out of you and his load start to drip down your thighs. he gets on his haunches between your legs again, being careful to keep some distance between both your crotches are you're still sensitive.
you're still kind of out of it, your eyes closed, when your boyfriend leans down to press a chaste kiss against your lips, barely having the energy to kiss him back. anton proceeds to press kisses all over your cheeks, forehead, jaw and neck, mumbling against your skin "that was so good. you're so good to me, my love," making you smile and sigh happily. when you don't say anything back, anton pulls back to get a better look at you and says teasingly "what? i fucked you too good and now you can't speak, baby, is that it?"
you finally open your eyes to give a deadpan look to your boyfriend, saying begrudgingly "you're so annoying..." anton laughs, lightly pinching your side and making you flinch, "oh, so now you can speak?" you just roll eyes, barely stopping yourself from laughing too. he moves to lay beside you, pulling you close to him so your head is resting on his chest and his fingers are tracing shapes on your back.
anton has half a mind to grab tissues from his bedside table to clean you up when you distract him by asking "are we really gonna stay in bed?" you slightly lift your head from anton's chest to look at the time on anton's clock at said bedside table, letting your head fall back down as you comment "it's, like, way past noon. aren't you hungry?" you don't have to see it when you're able to hear the cheeky smile on anton's face as he says "babe, my mouth was full ten minutes ago. i'm doing great." you playfully push his body away from yours in mock exasperation, which gives anton the opening he needs to quickly lean down and give a quick suck to one of your nipples. you push him away again, laughing, "oh, my god! you're worse than a baby!"
anton just smiles up at you, moving up to kiss your lips before a smirk takes over his face. you feel one of his hand sneaking its way on the side of your body as he says "besides, even if i start feeling hungry, i have a full course meal waiting for me right here." before you can ask him what he means, anton's fingers find your pussy again, making your body twitch from sensitivity as they slide through your folds to gather the remnants of your slick and his cum. anton brings his now wet fingers to his mouth, groaning in delight at your combined taste.
he pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a pop, smiling deviously as he says "delicious." as you stare at him, you swear you feel yourself start getting wet again, so you pull anton towards you to kiss him hard, feeling his spit slicked hand hold your hip tightly as anton moves his body from his side to fit between your legs again. you speak against his lips "you're a freak."
"just for you," anton smiles before leaning down to kiss you again.
a/n: can you guys tell i wrote most of this when i SO pissed off and wanted a pretty man to service me and make it better? also, this is my first time writing a full blown smut (and in english, at that) and it took me three days to write it lol be kind, guys 💔
a recent LE utapri event card was vampire!eiichi right? imagine, after a hot makeout session, he starts begging for a taste of your blood. just a little? please? his sweet angel's lips taste so good, their blood will definitely taste even sweeter. maybe you'll let him, maybe you'll tease him, watching as he holds on to you a little tighter. maybe he'll nuzzle into your neck, lips and fangs brushing against skin. and maybe.. his hips will jolt up unconsciously, horny as fuck from the whole situation.
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a/n: vampire!eiichi made me so horny i think i blacked out for a second/j
tags: vampire!eiichi, dry humping, begging, edging (?), eiichi gets compared to a puppy in heat once
Something sharp grazed your wet lips, and you let out a shaky sigh. Honestly, it was a bit hard to kiss someone with fangs of all things without getting nicked here and there.
Pulling away, you looked at him with an unimpressed stare, a trail of saliva connecting your lips. You considered calling him gross just to taunt him, but decided against that. It was a tempting choice though..
"I told you, no blood until I say so. You have to earn it."
Dropping his head onto your shoulder, he sighed, almost sounding like a whine. "Angel, but your lips taste so good.."
It was definitely a bit of a power trip you were on. The way you could dangle the sweet promise of your blood above his head, just out of reach, made you a bit giddy. Besides, he looked so greedy for it, he looked kind of endearing that way.
In a lazy attempt to hide your grin, you pet his fluffy brown hair on your shoulder. Hot puffs of laboured breathing brushed against your shoulder and you tried your best not to shiver.
"Please- please, angel you smell so sweet and.."
"No, not yet, I wanna see you desperate a little while longer okay?" Relishing the feeling of his soft, fluffy hair in-between your fingers, you cooed gently.
"Mhh.. angel.."
"Am I the only thing you can think about?" Honestly, you felt quite proud of yourself at the thought. "I wonder how I'd taste..?"
"Sweet."
"Hm..?"
Honestly, you were mostly musing to yourself with that question, but he spoke so suddenly it took you by surprise.
"You'd taste so sweet and your blood.. metallic, and- haah-!"
Poor Eiichi cut himself off with a gasp, his hips moving on their own against your body. His outfit was loose after you grabbing at it earlier, exposing his bare skin. His clothed cock rubbed against your thigh.. Well, this was getting interesting.
"Seriously? I haven't even let you drink from me and you're already horny? God, I knew you vampires were desperate, but not this much."
Despite the teasing, he still held you closer. His fingers dug into your shoulders like you'd disappear, tighter and tighter. Maybe because he was desperate. Maybe because he was picking up speed in rutting against your thigh, holding you close for extra stimulation.
Too cute..
At this point, the gentle pets on his head started turning into light tugs at his hair. He was getting horribly close to grinding against your own crotch, and you grit your teeth. The way he held your entire body close and uncontrollably ground his hips against yours reminded you of a puppy in heat..
"Angel, angel, a-angel ah- please.."
At this rate, he'll end up coming in his pants..
"Look at you.. shamelessly grinding against me like a damn animal in heat," you tilted your head to the side, exposing your neck. "just because you want a taste of me hmm?"
As you expected, he latched on to your shoulder, sucking and licking at your flesh. His sharp teeth lightly dragged against your skin and you shuddered. Not yet.. not yet.
His eyes were foggy, filled with pleasure and a desperate thirst for you.
"I want- no, I need you, angel," Eiichi spread your legs a little wider, pressing against your clothed crotch. "Please I'm begging, don't torture me any longer.."
With his furrowed eyebrows, eyes lidded and desperate, how could you resist such a polite and desperate request? You've heard that vampire's are awfully convincing when they really want something.
To be honest, you never believed in that until now. You just never expected him to be so adorable.
content! mentions of masturbation, touching ding dong indirectly, whiney anton, he just wanna be dommed fr, no sexuuuu!!! that’s next, but a whole lot of tension (my fav) esp at the end
no fucking in this one, i love a good buildup beforehand, but it will be in the next one🙏
i have no idea how to do warnings/content sorreh
it’s been about three weeks now since you last heard from your friend, anton. however, it’s not like you haven’t seen him around. he’s still in the same class but now he’s changed seats. he no longer sits two rows diagonal to your back, but right at the front. or all the way in the back. like he was trying his hardest to get further away from you.
lucky thing is you’re not stupid. you knew he was avoiding you but the only problem was why. why was it that when the lecture was over, he would always be the first to leave? it became a rare sight for him to be engaged in conversation with the group after class, and this bothered you. a lot.
you tried to text him but he would either leave you on delivered for an abnormally long amount of time or give you a response that was impossible to reply to. when you would text him asking what’s wrong, he’d reply with “nothing” after a couple of days. you thought it best to leave it alone, i mean after all you two weren’t really that close and only studied together a couple of times.
but why did it bother you so much? you knew you were definitely attracted to anton, cmon who wouldn’t be. i mean your cunt was definitely not foreign to the idea of being stimulated because of him. especially during those late slow nights. but you never thought it would bother you to this extent. not to the extent that you’d spend so much of your day, no matter what activity you were doing, wondering what it was that you did, or maybe you started it first with your horrid reply time?
either way, whatever it was, it was starting to piss you off. why couldn’t he just address the issue rather than ignore you? you knew he was a soft spoken individual but it reaches a point. something was boiling up inside you that needed to be released. and you chose today.
today, you arrive 15 minutes early to your lecture and sit right at the front, closest to the door. when anton comes through, he avoids your eye, as usual, but this time you let it go. because you know you’re going to get your answer.
so, the lecturer dismisses the class, and you, slightly imitating anton, bolt out the door. however, you wait by the side. then when he comes through, you grab his arm.
“what are you doing?! let me go!”
not listening, you continue to drag him to an empty room, also ignoring the looks from others around.
you close the door behind you, walk further into the room past anton then turn to face him. you sit on the edge of the lecturer’s table, setting your bag down, while anton remains standing, still avoiding your eye.
“so what the hell has been your problem these past few weeks.”, you start, then let out a heavy sigh “listen i know we’re not that close but i think i deserve a little more than just plain ghosting just because there may be an issue. i don’t know how you operate in other friendships but this can’t run here. if you don’t wanna be friends, then anton please just say that. but atleast tell me what i did.”
he tries to ignore how good it sounds when you say his name. it’s exactly how he imagines you’d say it when his face is buried in your wet core and you’re getting close, with your hands gripping his hair, or when you’re riding his dick with your hands tight around his neck. anyway.
“and furthermore-” , you continue until he interrupts you with a call of your name.
“wait, i don’t- i-i already told you that there was nothing wro-”
“anton. taken that you’ve not been speaking to me for three weeks, you can manage to stay quiet right now. so shut up and listen then i’ll let you speak.”
ohhhhhh fuck. he’s almost 100% sure he just came a little with that tone of yours. oh how he wished you ordered him around like tha-
so you continue to rant on about how crazed you’ve been over this whole issue. you tell him about your constant worries of potentially hurting him and not knowing, then telling him how avoidance is a stupid way to deal with issues. and you stress, like really stress, how much you wish he had just talked to you. then you slowly stop speaking, realising that you had stopped him from speaking in the first place, when that was the whole reason you brought him here. you were slightly taken aback by how honest you were being with him, and how much this issue had affected you. you didn’t imagine you’d go on for about 10 minutes…
“well, now you can speak. so… care to tell me what’s really up”
just for the record, anton listens. for the whole 10 minutes. first off, because he loves your voice, second because of how hot you look when angry, and third because he had no idea you even cared.
but now that your rant was over, he has to face the real issue. he knows he can’t lie to you, not after that. but how is he meant to tell you that he could no longer look at you without instantly getting hard. that the thoughts of you choking him, fucking his mouth with your slender fingers, while aggressively riding his dick, completely clouded his brain. even worse, was that he would spend almost everyday jerking off to your insta pics where your boobs were a very frequent guest feature. he craves every part of you, and that makes him feel guilty. you’re nice to him. you’re nice to everyone. you always talk to him if he’s around, whether it be in the cafeteria or in the library or at a friend’s party. sometimes you get him cute little gifts or snacks because you know he likes things like that. and here he was having these lustful thoughts of you. he feels so ashamed. so he had no choice but to ignore you. because maybe if he did, then his guilt would go away. and he’d stop thinking about you. but boy was he wrong. anton thinks he hasn’t craved you more than anytime, since knowing you, than in these weeks. his whole body ached for you, longed to be touched by you. essentially, he was having withdrawal symptoms. he came (😏) to the realisation that all those times you two interacted actually soothed down the urges. because then at least he’d actually be hearing that voice he’d imagine, and be seeing that figure he’d dream of fucking. but he just couldn’t handle how disgusting he felt for his thoughts. like some sort of sex-craved, lack-of-impulse-controlled perv.
“i can’t tell you.” he looks down at the ground.
“what? why can’t you tell me if it’s something i’ve done!”
“because it’s not you! it’s me. i’m fucked up right now and i can’t be around you anymore”
it may be a bit of an understatement to say your heart took a deep dive down when you hear that.
“anton, i don’t get it. is it specifically me you can’t be around? do i trigger something in you that others don’t? because i know you still talk to the rest like normal. so if it’s not a thing where you isolate from everyone then it must be something about me.”
he doesn’t speak.
you stand up fully from the table. you take a step closer. and another. then another. until there’s nothing but a breath in between you two. you stay looking at him, while his eyes are glued to the ground.
now you realise you really care for anton. you don’t want to hurt him. you want to make him laugh, smile, be happy. and if it’s something about you that’s stopping that then, as painful as it is, you’ll let this friendship end. shame really, you were hoping you could be more than that.
“i masturbate to the thought of you. almost everyday.”
silence hangs in the air.
“i-” you begin to say. but no words come out. instead…feelings. emotions…arousal. straight to your core.
“anton-”
“fuck. i’m so sorry. i don’t do this. i’m not someone who just stays home doing that. i know this is gonna sound so fucking creepy to you, because i’m just some guy you talk to sometimes.”, he rambles “i feel like a kid who can’t control his hormones, and i try. i really try. but it’s like my brain short circuits when i see you. and i just feel so- so- disgusted with myself. i’m sorry. i’m really sorry. i just hoped i would never have to tell you so you didn’t think i’m some sort of perv who just wants to nail you. so i ignored you because i thought all the thoughts would stop and this would just end. but it hasn’t. and i don’t know if it will. so i completely understand if you want to stop being friends. i would too. i’m so sorry. shit.” he places his face in his hands. well it’s done now, he thinks. but his heart is still hurting with the possibility of losing you.
you listen. it’s only right since he did the same for you. but you really wish you could just shut him up with a kiss on those plump pink lips that you had always low-key been dying to taste.
you can’t believe he’s been thinking about you the same you do too. on the off chance you have nothing to do in the evening, you’d normally lay in bed with your hands between your legs, rubbing your clit, trying to relieve the pressure.
9 times out of 10 it was anton who had set it off. but you always brushed it off as him just being exceptionally hot rather than any sort of feelings being the underlying factor. however now it’s different. it’s mutual. and you want to take advantage of that. you have to.
“anton. look at me”
he slowly lifts his head out of his palms and his eyes land on yours.
you miss this. you miss the feeling of his eyes landing on yours. you miss his handsome face, with his cute brown doe eyes. and he misses this too. he always thought you were pretty, from when he first saw you.
“do you hate me?” he says, lips slightly quivering.
“i don’t think that’s possible.”
“what do you think of this? of me thinking about…stuff like that about you”
“i’d much rather it be that than lose you as a friend”
now, he was going to take a big risk with what he’s about to say. but he just needs to know if you feel the same way about him like he does of you. and the fact that you haven’t run away makes him feel just that bit more confident.
“is friends… all you want us to be?”
“i want to fuck you. so…i think no.”
anton can feel his dick getting more stiff, stiffer than it was when you were angrily ranting. he feels his fantasies and desires getting close to being realised and he’s excited. so fucking excited.
you both stare at each other, then you look down at those lips of his. and he notices. he smirks slightly then leans in, with his eyes closed.
but then you hold a finger to his lips.
“what did you think about?”
“huh?”
“you heard me.”
“uh i- fuck do i have to say this here? in public?”
“there’s no one here tonnie.”
he’s going to forever remember the feeling he just got when you called him that nickname.
“just give me one thing you desperately thought of”, you continue. heat is increasingly building up in your core as you press and press for anton to say his desires. you just want to tease him, tie him up, bite him, suck him, lick him, mark him. fuck him. you really really want to fuck him. right now.
“please don’t make me say it. i really don’t want to. i think i might die”
“too bad.”
he runs his hand through his hair, trying to keep composed despite being as red as a cherry. you think it’s so cute.
“and look at me while you say it.”, you say, wanting him to feel even more embarrassed.
he takes a deep breath in. looks at you. then speaks.
“i- i always think of you… making me suck on your fingers and then thrusting them in and out of my mouth. hard.”
“just making you take it?”
“just making me take it.”
“i bet i could make you cum just by doing that.”
“i already have.”
fuck. if you get even a single bite of anton, you may never recover from the addiction that’s laid ahead.
you look at your phone and check the time. you remember you have another lecture later in the day, and while fucking a boy up is fun, studies take priority. and also you just want to make him wait.
“i have a lecture at 5 so meet me in my dorm at 9.”
“wait but we have time though. we can do something before your lecture”
“you’re too eager” you laugh out, and hit his shoulder lightly. you turn around to get your bag from where you left it and walk back up to anton.
when he realises you were actually serious about doing nothing, he gets a little bit sad. mainly about his raging boner and the fact that he just wants to be with you even longer.
“fuck you can’t leave me like this. please. look how hard i am for you” , he pleaded, with a whiney tone and furrowed eyebrows.
he starts to palm himself through his joggers and lets out the tiniest whimper. but not too tiny for your ears. he’s putting on a show for you and desperately hoping you indulge.
you walk up closer to him, and slightly tiptoe to place your lips close to his ears.
“oh anton, i didn’t know you were such a slut”, you say seductively in his ear, “makes me wish i could take you right here and now” you lightly tug on his ear with your teeth.
he whimpered, eyes fluttering shut. having your voice saying such dirty things that close to his ear was almost too much for him.
“so do it. please.”
he takes your hand, while keeping intense eye contact, and places it on his hard on. you indulge just a little, and give his dick a small but effective squeeze.
anton rolls his eyes shut, and bites his lip. his hips buck up a little, desperate for more.
“mnngh! fuck please do that again.”
“i will. at 9.”
you move past him and go towards the door, acting as if it didn’t take all your strength to walk away and not fuck him on the student desk. he pouts a little, completely unsatisfied that his plan didn’t work.
“think of grannies or whatever it is that you do to calm your dick down. but just don’t touch my dick. if i find out you do, i just won’t touch you for, let’s say… three weeks? be a good puppy for me, okay anton?”
and with that, you leave the room.
anton’s unsure of how well he’s gonna be able to calm down his throbbing dick, when he’s just experienced the most sensual thing in his life, that will almost definitely be on constant replay. but all he knows is that he wants to be good for you.
so he’ll wait for whatever it is you’re going to do to him at 9.
a/n: hii guysss. i hope you like this one. imma wrap it up in the next chapter, idk when that’ll be bc i wanna write for other people aswell, but it will definitely happen. this is soooo long, i got a little carried away in the details and story, but it’s only because i’ve had this thought before (except i was daydreaming about gojo lol) and i just wanted to make it exactly like it, with a couple add ons. idk if it’s acc good tho bc i was jus writing and writing but hopefully it is !! again, ask away for any riize members. i’ll make a pinned post soon detailing who i’ll write for and what i won’t write, all dat all dat. lemme know what you think in the comments pls!!! :33
18+, touch-starved, 'waiting' gentleman Nanami Kento, male masturbation over the clothes
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"But...does this count?" you whispered against Nanami Kento's neck, your hand trailing down to the curved tenting at the front of his tan trousers. He jolted, grunting, involuntarily bucking against your palm.
He was a gentleman; one who waited; one who longed. Certainly not one to turn his back on due diligence, and favouring flowers over fondling. Any girlfriend whom he intended to become his wife, would only be taken by him after a societally appropriate time.
But how long would this be? With you, a day felt like a month; a month, years. With how you smiled against his throat, he knew, from every twitch of his touch-starved body, that even a gentleman may meet his resolve's end sooner than planned.
"It...it counts," Kento choked, his body betraying him to roll his hips and the straining underside of his cock up against your palm. "I...I shouldn't. You deserve-- deserve--"
"...deserve to know the face of your pleasure, before you come inside me?" Kento froze, paralysed by the honesty, the filth of your words. He felt his cock twitch beneath your palm when you spoke again, lower this time. "Yes. Yes, I do. So..."
"I-- I don't-- haaaah," Kento cried, hoarse and breathy, for a twitch almost as bone-deep as one when he spilled himself, shivered through his length. He felt the dribble of pre-cum soak through his trousers; he saw it, too, the sticky fluid staining the pale material to beige. You felt it, too; you saw it, too. Kento knew he was a goner, when you bit your lip beneath dilating pupils.
You cupped your hand around the length of his cock, moulding his boxers and trousers to his shape, and slowly, rhythmically, beginning to jack him off through his clothes. Kento humped up desperately, dishevelled and panting, and touch-starved, so touch-starved--
"Feels good?" you whispered, suckling his throat to leave rose petals on his skin. Kento only groaned; husky, shuddering, coming undone embarrassingly quickly. Touch without touch was so illicit, so debauched, for one so corseted as he.
"Feels...feels...like I'm going to come in my boxers like a boy--" Kento growled, tangling his fingers through your hair to keep your lips on his throat.
"Would that be so bad?" you murmured against his pulse point, your tongue dipping out to taste the desperation off his skin. Your hand sped up, gliding around the length of him.
Your eyes closed to imagine it was his bare cock in your hand, instead. Your eyes closed, to imagine how the shape of him would fit every plush facet of your insides. You shivered; Kento moaned. You felt him hardening even further; felt the ghost of veins, standing proud, winding around his cock like desire paths.
The gentleman was gone, now; the needy remained.
"Don't stop," panted Kento, fucking up into your palm with every smooth masturbatory motion that your hand made around him, "--just--just like that-- don't stop-- I...I'll..."
Trailing your lips from his jaw to his mouth, you pressed a chaste little peck to his lips; but it was when your tongue swiped over his lower lip, that he met his undoing.
Your hand pumped only two more fabric-frictioned long pumps...before Kento held his breath. His jaw dropped in a silent gasp. His hand tightened in your hair, the other pressing dimples into the divot of your waist. And you felt him spill.
Kento moaned with every twitch of his cock, leaping and spurting beneath tan confines. You watched, fascinated, to see him come apart with each bucking spill, each deepening stain that spread beneath his clothes. His face, twisted in divine agony, would be seated into your mind until he took you, pinned and begging his name, for the first time.
A rough, gravelly cough; a mirthless laugh, with his final weak spatters of cum.
"...you...will be the end of me...I swear on my life..."
Kento opened one slim, brown eye, regarding your gleeful lip-biting with a huff. He had almost pulled himself together...until you dipped down to the cum-stain on his crotch, and fixed your mouth around it, sucking through the saturated fabric and dipping out your tongue to taste him.
Kento whimpered, bucking weakly against your lips, for you had broken him once, and twice, and now thrice, and he wondered how he would ever survive--
"...taste amazing, Kento."
Four times. Kento flipped you beneath him, pinning you to the sofa with sadistic satisfaction at the look of shock on your face.
He blew upwards, wisping commas of blond off his sweaty forehead. He curled one long finger into his tie, loosening it with one violent tug.
"I've had enough of you, madam. If you won't treat me like a gentleman, then I shan't be."
PAIRING. sunghoon x fem reader.
GENRE. nsfw.
REQUESTED? yes.
WORD COUNT. 1.2k.
SYNOPSIS. sunghoon acts like he hates it when you overstimulate him during sex. you know better than to believe him.
WARNINGS. sub!sunghoon, dom!reader, overstimulation, bondage, raw sex, sunghoon calls reader noona. a little dubcon. minors do not interact.
NOTE. this was requested by an anon thru an ask, but i accidentally deleted it >< so sorry, anon. hope u still like this one!
The rope that bound Sunghoon’s wrists to the headboard was tight.
Not tight enough to hurt too much, but enough to keep him bound that he wouldn’t be able to budge, no matter how hard he tried to pull.
You’re sat on top of his legs, keeping him from accidentally kicking you off the bed. He’s mostly naked, clad only in his boxers. There are marks covering his body, from high in his neck, all the way to his chest and even up to his thighs.
You've been teasing him for a good 30-minutes now, your hands leaving feather-like touches from his arms to his thighs, causing the boy to shiver.
"Noona," he calls out to you as you leave open-mouthed kisses against his neck. "Please?"
MORE UNDER THE CUT.
You let out a small chuckle at his desperation.
"Please what?" You hum, looking at the boy with a coy expression. "Ask your noona nicely, Sunghoon."
He whimpers, face flushed red, but the blaring arousal leaves him almost uncaring. So he manages to beg. "C-Can you touch me, please?"
"But I am touching you." You tease, running your hand down his arms to prove your point.
"Noonaaaaa," he whines, lips drawn in a pout.
You raise a brow. "Use your words, now."
"Just touch me," he whimpers. "My c-cock, please?"
"There, that wasn't hard now, wasn't it?" You taunt, before finally, finally, taking your hands to tug the boxers off of his legs.
The article of clothing finds itself thrown to the floor, as you focus your entire attention on Sunghoon's half-hard cock, licking your lips as you do so.
There is precum pooling at the tip from the amount of Sunghoon's arousal, and when you lightly run your pointer finger against the base, the organ twitches, and you stifle a soft chuckle.
"So needy, baby." You coo, before wrapping your entire hand around Sunghoon's dick.
"Ah," the boy moans softly.
You begin a slow pace as you start stroking his cock, relishing the sounds Sunghoon makes, as his entire body twitches, sensitive for pleasure.
"Does it feel good?" You ask, almost mockingly, knowing that Sunghoon would have a hard time replying anyway.
"Y-Yes, noon—ah!” He yelps the last syllable, as you quicken your pace, twisting your wrist ever-so slightly by the base of his cock.
“You’re so fucking hard,” you state. “You love being tied up, hm?”
He’s nodding fervently, thrashing and tugging at the ropes as his back arches from the pleasure. You can help but to laugh.
Your pace slows, before eventually stopping. Sunghoon whines but doesn’t question it, as you sit up on the bed, slowly removing your pieces of clothing off.
Sunghoon’s eyes don’t leave you for a second, eyeing your breasts when you remove your bra. He’s breathing a little heavier than usual, pupils dilating when you sit back on his lap, now fully naked.
His now-hard cock stands in between your legs, and you can almost feel the heat radiating off of it from your stomach.
“Ready, baby?” You ask, positioning yourself on top of his cock.
Sunghoon nods, before following up with a “yes, noona.”
You begin to slowly sink down on his cock, and the two of you let out soft moans. You throw your head back, feeling him stretch every single spot of your pussy. Sunghoon is shaking, toes curling at the feeling of you clamping down on him.
“Fu—hck,” he slurs, “s-so tight, noona..”
You hum, sheating yourself fully on his cock. It takes you a short moment to adjust, but once you do, you waste no time and begin gently bouncing on his cock.
The feeling is nearly addicting, having Sunghoon fill you up so good, like every inch of his cock was made for your cunt, and your cunt only.
You brace your hands against his chest as your pace quickens, your thighs bouncing at every thrust.
“O-Oh, noona,” Sunghoon moans.
“Yeah?” You can feel the arousal building up in your gut. “Does noona’s pussy feel good?”
“S-So good—!” He exclaims, back arching and eyes rolling to the back of his skull.
You continue your pace, slamming yourself down on his dick over and over again. Sunghoon’s moans grow louder in volume, and your legs begin to shake, telltale signs of your orgasms coming nearer.
“You gonna cum, baby?” It was a rhetorical question, but Sunghoon nods in response anyway. “Gonna cum in my pussy?”
“Y-Ye— ah, yes!” He nearly shouts. “G-Gonna c-cum in noo— fuck, noona!”
Sunghoon roughly tugs at his restraints, his hips twitching upwards as he chases his orgasm, his cock releasing inside of you.
You groan at the feeling, slamming yourself down on his cock one last time before shuddering as you cum as well, thighs shaking as you do so.
The two of you catch your breath for a minute or two, Sunghoon looks absolutely spent, eyelids drooping due to exhaustion. You can feel your heart thrumming against your chest.
However, it wasn’t enough.
You could still feel the arousal deep down your gut, and your brain hums with the thought of ‘more, more, more.’
“N-Noona?” Sunghoon calls out to you, still shaken from his orgasm. “A-Are you okay?”
You don’t respond, instead, you once again brace your hands on his chest, letting your hips roll, with Sunghoon’s spent cock still inside you.
“O-Oh—!” Sunghoon yelps. “Noona, ho-hold on—!”
You don’t listen, your hips moving on its own as you return your old pace, bouncing on his cock like you hadn’t just orgasmed a moment ago. Sunghoon starts thrashing, kicking his feet and tugging harder on the ropes that tied is hands.
“Noona, stop—!” Sunghoon yelps, yet you knew he didn’t want you to. That wasn’t the word that would stop you, and you knew it.
You could feel your wetness pooling down on Sunghoon’s hips, along with the mixture of his cum. As sticky as the feeling is, you don’t stop riding the poor boy.
“Please,” Sunghoon begs, tears pooling in his eyes. “T-Too much!”
You want to coo, but instead you relish at the sight of Sunghoon, absolutely wrecked at the feeling of the blinding pleasure that was running throughout his body.
“Such a good fucking boy,” you praise, pressing yourself against his chest. “Just sit there, m’kay? Let— fuck, let noona use you.”
Sunghoon had no choice but to let you, tears running down his cheeks from the overwhelming feeling. He was shaking again, back arched and toes curled as he felt your cunt squeeze tighter around him.
“I-I—“ Sunghoon begins. “C-Close again, noona—!”
“That’s it, baby,” you coo, feeling yourself coming closer to your climax as well. “Cum in noona again, okay?”
Sunghoon nods aggressively, and you sit back up, bouncing faster on his cock. He starts moaning louder, head uncontrollably thrasing from left to right.
“Noona—!” He yelps. “Cumming!”
In an instant, Sunghoon fills your cunt up once again with his release, back arched and mouth open in a silent scream. Your orgasm is not far from his, as your pussy clenches on his cock, legs shaking and eyes clenched from the feeling.
A moment passes, then another, the two of you don’t move. It takes a whimper from Sunghoon for you to come back to your senses.
You try to lean forward to remove his restraints, but the movement jolts his cock inside of you, and Sunghoon cries out.
“Noona, please—“ he begs. “No more.”
You’ve never been a good listener, at least in bed, anyway.
NOTE. i am back with some mediocre content! send thirsts or asks please.
thinkin’ about dry humping w your sweet husband nanami after he had a long day at work :((
cw include: a lot of kissing, dry humping, fondling , nanami is so in love w reader <//3 , abrupt ending im sawry
nanami always liked kissing you.
he liked the way your lips were soft to the touch, feeling like velvet against his own. he liked the way you sucked on his bottom lip whenever you wanted him to slip his tongue in your mouth. he liked the way your kisses always tasted sweet, like strawberry chapstick or your favorite sour candies. what he really liked though was swallowing up your whiny moans while you two pleased each other.
“mm ken,” you sighed against his lips, hips bucking forward when he settled you right against the bulge in his slacks. nanami hummed into the kiss, his hands lazily settling on your ass. you were wearing a baby pink nightgown with nothing underneath—just the way he liked.
his hands felt searing hot against the skin of your behind as he rubbed it tenderly, goosebumps rising in their wake. “so soft,” he muttered, tracing a heart on your left ass cheek.
he groaned when you slithered your tongue in his mouth, the faint taste of mango making his mouth water. “did you get into my mango icees?” he chuckled, giving your ass a sharp smack. you giggled, grinding your lower half into his out of instinct. “maybe . . . i couldn’t help it ken, i needed something sweet,” a laugh bubbled in kento’s chest, his heart clenching at how fucking cute you were.
“m’happy you were able to satiate your sweet craving,” he grinned, his thumb pushing down on your chin to open your mouth. your lips parted, tongue sticking out the tiniest bit. nanami sucked your tongue into his mouth, his hand cupping the back of your neck to keep you close. you couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling back, your pussy feeling stickier by the second.
kento pushed his hips up, his grip on you tightening when he felt the warmth of your pussy against his poor, straining cock. your hand fumbled with his belt frantically, “d-do you wan’ me to—”
“nah nah it’s okay, wanna stay like this with you,” his lips captured yours in a kiss once more, his free hand now gripping onto your hips to start a steady pace. every time you’d try to pull back for air he’d pull you back, too greedy to let even a second of this moment go to waste.
a particular movement had you gasping wetly, back arching into his touch. “ngh that feels s’good,” you were boarder line slurring your words and he hasn’t even properly touched you down there yet. “mm it does doesn’t it,” he purred, sloppily kissing his way down your jaw to your neck. you tilted your head, giving your husband more room to kiss, lick, and suck to his hearts content.
“off . . . wan’ this off,” you whined, tugging at his dress shirt. nanami muttered something about you unbuttoning it for him so you made quick work to undo every button, your hands running over his naked chest the second you were finished. he shuddered when he felt your nails brush on his nipples—he was always so sensitive there. his tongue sloppily traced hearts into your neck, the sweet smell of your vanilla scented perfume making him dizzy.
“love you—love you s’much. most perfect thing in this world, fuck. my fuckin’ wife,” nanami growled into your ear, both of his hands now finding purchase on the fat of your ass. the front of his armani dress pants were now a sticky mess due to your sopping cunt, but he didn’t give a fuck in the slightest—shit if it was socially acceptable to walk around with your wives cum stains on you trust he’d already be doing it.
“keep talking,” you whimpered, wrapping an arm around his neck to pull him impossibly close. kento’s lips lifted into a lazy smirk, “heh, you’re so fuckin’ cute. y-y’know i was doing a lil shoppin’ for you at the—fuck, a-at the office.” although you were mildly fucked out your ears perked up at that.
“saw these real pretty pearls, thought they’d look—ngh, darling on you . . . thought about them bouncin’ around while i’d be fuckin’ you silly.” you moaned at the last part, your fingers tugging at the hairs at the nape of his neck. nanami groaned, licking his lips before sinking his teeth into your neck, his warm tongue sticking out to soothe the mark afterwards.
nanami bunched up your nightgown to your hips, his eyes locking onto the sight of your cunt soiling his pants. your cream was smeared all along the crotch, adding to the wet, sticky noise that echoed throughout the living room. the second he got home he didn’t even have time to put his keys on the hook before you were dragging him to the couch, finding your rightful place on his lap.
“could just eat you up,” he muttered, his middle and ring finger slipping between your folds to collect your wetness. his eyes slowly drifted to yours, fingers coming up to his kiss swollen lips to suck the essence off his fingers. your eyes widened the tiniest bit when he stuck his tongue out, his hazel eyes darkening. nanami groaned rather loudly when you sucked his tongue into your mouth, his hips now bucking wildly into yours.
“s-shit shit shit!” nanami let out a guttural groan, his hips pushing up to grind more into your pussy. the rough material of his pants rubbed deliciously against your swollen clit, your orgasm following soon after his.
your body went limp against his, your face nuzzling into his neck. “take some deep breaths hon, i gotcha,” you heard nanami whisper into your hair, his arms securely wrapping around your waist. he was still hard of course, his cock not fully satisfied until he’s filled your cunt with all the cum he had to offer.
you whined when nanami laid you down, his body now finding place between your thighs. “you really do have the prettiest cunt, wife,” he said it so possessively, so hungrily that it had your pussy clenching around nothing. you were his wife. his wife to love, praise, spoil, fuck. all his.
PAIRING. jake x fem reader.
GENRE. nsfw.
REQUESTED? no.
WORD COUNT. 3.9k.
SYNOPSIS. your inexperienced virgin of a best friend, jake, tries to ask you for sex advice.
WARNINGS. sub!jake, dom!reader, mentions of sex, alcohol & drugs, a little dialogue heavy, inexperienced jake, reader is the same age as jake, handjob, corruption kink, kind of dubcon (but not really). minors do not interact.
NOTE. this is my first sub!enha work. english is not my first language. please bear with me. send requests thru my asks please.
Jake knew he wasn’t really that much of an experienced guy when it came to sex.
Although he was smart, maybe only academically, he really did pride himself on being more on the intelligent spectrum. Top of his class, graduated valedictorian, and was voted most likely to become the president someday, Jake was an absolute unit.
But when it came to sex? He was a clueless virgin.
He was already twenty-two, almost a college graduate, and yet here he was, with absolutely little to no knowledge of how to "do the deed," as one might say.
In his defense, sex was never really a priority.
He spent most of his teenage years studying, being a high school scholar, and all. In the off chance that he wasn't, Jake was usually doing extracurricular activities or helping his folks out at home. He did have a social life, but most of the people he hung out with were co-academics, people who focused more on being a good student, the kind your parents would love for you to hang out with.
MORE UNDER THE CUT.
Enter you, his best friend.
The two of you really personify the phrase "opposites attract" as you and Jake could be no more different from one another. The two of you were friends since childhood, as your families were next-door neighbors for years.
If Jake was academically inclined, let's just say you weren't.
You were a bit of a rebel. From a young age, you'd learned how to sneak out of your house to attend a party you weren't allowed to attend. You spent your entire high school life defying your parents and hanging out with the wrong people. Most of your friends were delinquents just like you, and you spent most days skipping classes and drinking alcohol you bought from convenience stores using a fake ID.
Of course, Jake was the only proper friend you had.
Despite attending two different universities in college, the two of you would always make an effort to catch up whenever you were both home, mostly during summer breaks or the holidays.
Like now, for example.
It was summer break for the two of you, one of your last ones, since both of you were graduating in a couple of months. You invited Jake over, with the promise of some cheap beer you smuggled from your dad’s stash in the kitchen, and a whole semester’s worth of stories to share.
“—so, we were in the sidewalk, and a fuckin’ police car comes around the corner,” you were in the middle of telling Jake the story of how you almost got arrested for the nth time. He’s sitting on your bed with a bottle in hand, quietly listening to you yap.
You’re sat on a chair by the bed, facing Jake. You’ve also got a bottle in your hand, but unlike Jake, this one isn’t your first beer of the night.
You continue your story. “I start running away, and Yujin and the others start running away, but Mark was still pissing at the side of the road so we had to fuckin’ drag the fucker while he was peeing, seriously I couldn’t stop laughing.”
Jake laughs at your story with you, taking sips of his beer as you talked. You remember the day you taught him how to drink. He was a month away from turning 18, and yet you managed to convince him to try alcohol for the first time. You were proud of yourself that day.
The conversation ends and a moment of silence passes. You place your now empty bottle on your desk table, before crossing your legs and facing Jake once more.
“Sooo,” you began, dragging the last syllable. “How about you? What’s new in your life?”
This was the routine for you two. You’d talk about your lives, what you guys did during the times you weren’t together. Most of the time, Jake's stories would be about how he aced his recent exams or how fun their university's events were. Sometimes he'd tell weird ones, like the story of how mold grew in their communal kitchen, or when a professor got food poisoning and nearly shat himself mid-lecture.
Meanwhile, you're almost always telling him stories of your adventures, about the times when you nearly got arrested or even hospitalized. Jake would lecture you often, of course, but he never attempted to genuinely stop you. In a way, you knew he lived vicariously through you.
"Nothing much," Jake shrugs. "Just the usual shit."
You scowl, "You're no fun." You grab a pillow from the bed and playfully attempt to hit him.
"Whaaat?" He laughs, avoiding your blow.
"You never tell me anything!" You complain.
As much as you knew how much of a nerd Jake was, a part of you knew he wasn't that boring. You remember one summer, a few years back when Jake told you the story of how he nearly got into a fight with a senior from his university.
"There's nothing to tell!" Jake defends himself. Then, a pause, before his face contorts. “Okay, maybe there is something…”
“I knew it!” You yelp, climbing from your chair to the mattress. “Tell me.”
Jake, scratches his nape, looking visibly awkward. The boy barely gets embarrassed, at least with you, but right now his face looks the lightest bit of rosy, which intrigues you more.
“Okay, fine,” Jake submits. It takes him another moment to respond. “There’s this girl…”
“Oh my god,” you exaggerate. “Finally!”
“The hell you mean, finally?!” Jake exasperatedly complains.
“You never talk about girls with me,” you huff. “I was starting to think you weren’t interested in women.”
“I am interested, I just don’t talk about it,” with a roll of his eyes, he places the beer bottle on your nightstand. “And it’s really nothing!”
“Just tell me,” you huff, crossing your arms.
“Okay, fine,” Jake clears his throat, licking his lips in preparation. “She’s from the cheering squad—“
“Ooh, a cheerleader, you bad boy!” You taunt, playfully hitting him on the knee.
“Are you gonna let me tell the story?” He raises his brow, tired of your teasing.
“Okay, sorry, sorry. Continue.”
“I’ve kinda liked her since junior year? I don’t usually see her ‘cause she’s from a different program but last semester she was in my politics class,” Jake continues after a pause, “We sat next to each other, and we started to just talk, and she’s really cool…”
“Did you guys fuck?” You asked brazenly.
“No! Not yet—“
“Yet?!” You gasp. “So you have a plan?”
“I don’t know!” Jake was absolutely flushed by now, his face red as he buries it in his hands in embarrassment.
You try not to laugh at how adorable he was. Your other friends were usually as, if not more, shameless as you. Talking about sex, alcohol and even drugs weren’t a rare occurrence. But with Jake, it’s like everything you talk about flustered him.
“Do you want to?” You ask him after a moment. “To fuck her. I mean.”
Jake takes his face out of his hands, but keeps his head hung low. He starts fiddling with the fabric of his trousers. He once again gives you a shrug. “Maybe, I-I don’t know…”
You tsk. “There’s nothing wrong if you want to! What if this girl wants to get into your pants, too?”
Jake’s entire face grows even redder, if that were even humanly possible. He grabs a pillow from your mattress and buries his face in it, grumbling about something you couldn’t understand.
You gently pry the pillow away from his face. “Seriously, Jake. What’s wrong in trying to get yourself laid?”
“I dunno,” he huffs. “I never thought I’d ever want to.”
“All guys want to get laid at one point, even you,” you argue.
“I don’t even know how,” Jake complains. “Like… how to approach her, how to kiss her or what, it’d be so embarrassing!”
“Well, what do you wanna know?” You ask him. “You can always ask me.”
Jake’s eyebrows furrow. “Wouldn’t that be…”
“Embarrassing?” You fill for him. “I’ve known you since we were in diapers. Is there anything left to be embarrassed about?
“I guess not,” Jake pauses for a bit, as if he’s giving it some thought. “Okay, fine.”
Evening flies by, you and Jake have been in the same position for over an hour. He spent the entire time asking you (what in your opinion are,) basic sex questions. He started of by asking how to approach a woman, before leading more raunchier questions, like how to make out with a girl, and what to do when receiving a blowjob.
“You need to hold her hair up in a ponytail, like this,” you exhibit by taking all of your hair in your hands. “You try it.”
“What, on you?” Jake asks.
“It’s just hair, Jake,” you roll your eyes. “Go on.”
Reluctantly, Jake reaches out to take over, holding all of your hair in one hand. He’s gentle, trying not to tug too much in fear of hurting you.
“Good job,” you offer as praise. “You need to keep that grip while she’s sucking you off. Makes it easier for her to get her hair out of the way.”
“Okay,” Jake supplies. He’s taking all of this pretty well, despite being a little conscious. You’re not all that surprised, seeing as this is Jake. You give this man any type of instructions and he’ll follow through with no issue.
He drops your hair as you pull away. Both of you are still sat on your bed, facing each other.
“Anything else you want to ask?” You pry.
“Um,” You can see Jake swallow, probably hyping himself up to ask you a specific question. “About the, um… the actual,, thing…”
“What about it?” You ask.
Jake takes a deep breath. “You’ve just been teaching me about like, other stuff, what about the actual sex part?”
Granted, you’ve just been teaching him about the basics, kissing, foreplay, blowjobs, but you never really thought you had to teach him about sex.
Jake really was that innocent.
You let out a puff of air. “I don’t know what to tell you, Jake. You just kinda.. y’know, put it in.”
Jake’s face scrunches in distaste. “Won’t it hurt?”
“For her, yeah maybe. ‘specially if you’re packing. Haven’t you like.. watched porn before?” You ask, genuinely curious.
Jake shakes his head. “No. I told you, I never thought I’d be interested in this.”
Poor Jake. You sigh, trying to think of something that can provide Jake any assistance. You can make him watch porn now, but knowing how inaccurate those are, it’d probably be more of a disaster to make Jake watch. A quick Google search could help, but written instructions for something so… complicated would probably also provide little to no help.
Just then, you get an idea.
“You know what,” you begin. “Why don’t I just show you?”
Jake blinks. “Huh.”
“Let me show you how to have sex. It’s easier that way, and you can pretend it’s just practice.” You say.
If there was a world record for how fast a person can turn red in a blink of an eye, Jake would have won it by now. It takes a moment for the cogs in his brain to load, and for the words to make it past his mouth. “I-I… are you serious?”
You nod. “Absolutely serious.”
Jake, absolutely gobsmacked by your suggestion, just stares at your face. “Won’t it be…”
“Embarrassing?” You repeat your earlier response with a smirk. “I told you already, there’s no need to be embarrassed with me.”
After a few seconds of thought, Jake nods his head.
Moments pass. You’ve taken the liberty to tidy up the bed a little before your… endevours with Jake begin. He’s now sat on your chair, nervously fiddling with his fingers.
You finish gathering all of the empty beer bottles in a corner by your door. You stack the pillows neatly by the headboard, before sitting in the middle of your king-sized bed, facing Jake.
His head is still hung low, but every once in a while he glances at you. When you’re finished tidying, he gives you an awkward look.
You pat the space in front of you. “Come sit.”
He follows, climbing on the bed and sitting adjacent to you. He’s still awkward, but you can tell from his face alone that he really wants to learn.
“You sure you want to do this?” You ask.
Jake nods, and you see him anxiously fiddling with his fingers again. “I do.”
“If you want to stop, you just tell me, okay?” You expressed. Jake nods again.
You scooch forward until both of your knees touch, before leaning in close to grab Jake by the neck, pulling him into a kiss. You can feel the heat from his skin through your fingers, and yet his lips feel soft against yours.
He’s gentle with it, but it takes a minute for him to relax and sink into the kiss. Soon enough you feel him slouch against you, his hands ever so lightly gripping your shoulders.
You knew you weren’t his first kiss, but he still lacks the experience to take the lead, so you run your tongue against his bottom lip, before slipping it in his open mouth.
He freezes, unsure of what to do, and before any of you can act, Jake accidentally bites down on your tongue.
“Ah, shit,” you hiss, pulling away in pain.
“S-Sorry—!” Jake tries to apologize.
“It’s fine,” you laugh. “But remember to be ready next time.”
Jake nods, and you lean towards him again. Jake expects another kiss but you go for his neck, lightly kissing the expanse of his skin.
“Always start slow,” you teach between kisses, “Don’t rush into it.”
Jake gives a small nod, letting you kiss your way back to his lips. This time, he’s much more relaxed, and he doesn’t bite when you slip your tongue in. He hums through the kiss, unconsciously leaning in for more.
When you pull away for air, you begin repositioning yourself on the bed. “You can sit in front of each other just like this, or…” you trail off, hopping off of the mattress and into Jake’s lap, “you can sit her on your lap.”
In this position, you’re looking down on Jake, and he’s looking right back up. His neck is craned, probably uncomfortably, but he’s looking at you with doe eyes, absorbing everything you’re doing and saying. His hands are on your waist, and you can feel the warmth of his body due to your proximity.
You find yourself clearing your throat, feeling your mouth dry a little. You try not to think too hard as you press your lips against Jake’s one more time.
This kiss is shorter this time, as you pull away to trail open-mouthed kisses from his jaw to his neck, your lips find their way below Jake’s ear, and you feel him shudder.
“You can give her a hickey, if she’s okay with that,” you whisper.
“H-How?” Jake mutters.
“Like this,” you hum before sucking the skin right below Jake’s ear, hard enough to leave a mark.
“A-Ah—!” Taken by surprise, Jake reacts. His hand finds its way to your hair, but he’s not quite sure if he should pull you off to make you stop, or push you further to let you continue.
You run your tongue at the spot, pressing a chaste kiss. Seeing the reddish mark, you smirk in pride.
You continue kissing his neck as your hands trail downwards, gripping the hem of his shirt. You pull away to tug it off of him, throwing it somewhere on the floor. Your hands continue down to his trousers, as you unbutton and zip them while you mark another lovebite by his clavicle.
Suddenly feeling self-conscious, Jake makes a move to hide himself in his hands, but not without you pulling them away. Instead, you push him forward, letting his back hit the mattress.
“Don’t cover yourself,” you mumble. “You’re gorgeous.”
Now even more embarrassed, Jake whines once he feels your hands running all over him, over his neck, his chest, his thighs. You toy with the edge of his boxers, aware of the bulge of his cock printing through the fabric.
Unable to help yourself, you take the palm of your hand and press it against his hard-on, humming in satisfaction as he jolts up.
“Oh—!” Jake yelps.
“Feels good?” You ask.
Jake nods fervently. You take the time to take off his boxers, watching his half hard cock spring from its confinement. You give yourself a minute to stare, watching as your best friend, flushed from head to toe, stares at you with such a debauched expression.
“I know I’m supposed to be teaching you,” you begin, wrapping a hand around his cock as you speak. “But I can’t stop myself.”
“S-Stop yourself?” He repeats. “F-From what?”
You never responded, instead you began moving your hand up and down Jake’s cock in high speed, watching as the boy begins shaking, eyes widening and mouth open in a silent cry.
“Wait— fuck!” Jake shouts, his hand reaching out for your wrist but not pulling or pushing you away. His thighs try to close themselves around you, but your other hand is quick to spread them open again. “Please, w-wait!”
You feel a little evil, but you can’t stop, not when Jake continues to make the prettiest sounds you’ve ever heard. The pace of your strokes don’t slow, and you begin to twist your palm at the base of his cock, watching as precum accumulates on the tip.
“Ngh, fu-uhck—!” Jake moans, back arching from the bed. His hands are gripping the sheets below him, eyes shut as the pleasure shoots through his spine. “Oh, [name], puh, please—!”
You raise an eyebrow. “Please wait, Jake?”
You half expect him to tell you to stop or at least slow down, but he doesn’t respond. His legs give out and you can see his eyes roll to the back of his head. A hand on his thigh alerts you that he’s still shaking, his face contorting in pleasure.
So, instead of being merciful, you continue teasing him instead, “Feels good, Jakey?”
He nods his head so fast you’re afraid he might get neck pain. Your hand continues to stroke his cock at a brisk pace. His precum is leaking everywhere, allowing for extra lubrication as you continue.
“S-So good—!” Jake replies, “Please—“
You’re not even sure what Jake’s begging for, and you doubt Jake does either. You continue stroking for another minute, before your pace slows to a halt.
“N-No, please—“ Jake whines, “W-Why stop…?”
“You’re here to learn how to fuck, aren’t you?” You tease as you begin ridding yourself of your clothes.
Jake, both unsure of what to do with himself, but also at a trance, finds himself staring at your form. He can’t help but to stare at your breasts as you chuck your bra and the rest of your clothes to the floor.
“Like what you see?” You joke, positioning yourself back on his lap. Jake nods, breathlessly staring up at you.
You take some time to lean by your nightstand, blindly rummaging through your drawer for a condom. Once you finally found one, you tear the packet and grab the piece of latex, sliding the rubber down Jake’s cock.
“Usually, I don’t let guys fuck me without fingering me first,” you say as you position yourself. “But let’s say you’re an exception.”
You begin to sink down on Jake’s cock, eyeing the man’s face as it once again contorts in pleasure. You hiss a little at the intrusion, given that you weren’t stretched, but you were so unbelivably wet that Jake’s cock slipped in the rest of the way with no problem.
The two of you gasp once you sat with your ass flush against Jake’s thighs, feeling him fill you up in all the right places. Though he wasn’t the biggest you’ve had, his girth still had your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“Fuck,” you curse.
Jake couldn’t agree more. His hands shakily grip the sides of your hips as he tries to stabilize himself. The feeling of your pussy gripping down his cock was probably one of the most intense feelings he’s ever had.
You take Jake’s face in your hands and press your lips together in a messy kiss. Jake tried to reciprocate as best as he could, but feeling your cunt clench down on his cock had him feeling dizzy.
After a while, you pull away, “‘m gonna start moving.”
You don’t wait for a reply before you began moving your hips, grinding against Jake’s lap, throwing your head back at the feeling of Jake’s cock.
“O-Oh my god,” Jake has his eyes shut, his back against the headboard as he gripped your hips for dear life. “[name]—“
“Yeah?” You hummed, starting to pick up the pace as you bounced on his cock. “‘s good, hm?”
Jake nods, “S-So fuckin’ good.”
You continued to bounce on his lap, your hands gripping his shoulders as you do so. The feeling of Jake’s cock pushing in and out of you was so goddamn addicting, you’ve never had anything like it.
The coil in your gut was tightening with every thrust, like it would burst at any moment. You took a moment to look at Jake, who was now staring at your every move, mouth open as he kept making those delicious noises.
“F-Feels so good, oh god,” Jake groans.
“Yeah, Jakey?” You can’t help but moan, “You’re so fucking cute—“
Jake tries to shake his head, but he can no longer respond. There’s a tightening in his abdomen that keeps growing by the minute, his entire body is shaking, and his moans are growing louder at every thrust.
“You gonna cum?” You ask, bracing your hands behind you as you quicken your pace. “Gonna cum in me, Jakey? Gonna cum in my pussy?”
Jake cries out at the thought, hands returning to your hips. “Fuck, please, c-can I?”
You smirk, feeling yourself growing closer. “Please what?”
“C-Cum, please,” Jake gasps, trying his hardest not to burst without permission. “C-Can I— fuuuuck, cum i-in you, p-please?”
You hum, wrapping your hands around Jake’s neck and pulling him close, “Cum, Jakey.”
Jake’s moans grow loud as he bursts, cumming into the condom inside of you. It takes only three more thrusts before you’re cumming alongside him, your entire body shaking as you hold on to the boy.
A minute passes, then two. You’re both panting, trying to catch your breath. You gently move off of Jake’s lap, his cock slipping out of your cunt as you do so. You slip off the used condom, tying it before chucking it into the trash beside your bed.
Jake is already lying down, face up against the ceiling. You collapse beside him, still trying to catch your breath from your orgasm.
“That was…” Jake tries to say, but you just shake your head.
“Save your post-sex comments for your cheerleader girlfriend,” you tease, trying to ease the tension.
Jake turns to the side to face you. “I don’t think I wanna talk to her anymore.”
You eye him from the side, with an eyebrow raised. “You sure ‘bout that?”
Jake merely grabs you by the waist, pulling you close before burying his face in your neck. “‘m sure.” He mumbles.
You’re not too opposed to it, either.
NOTE. ngl this one kinda sucks but i decided to post it anyway. please do send in requests! thanks.
