Maybe it was the Etsy witch you hired to make this man need you like air. Or it could've been the little wish willow you broke in half with the words "I want Jeongin to be obsessed with me." Something in Jeongin had completely switched.
Jeongin who had simply been one of your coworkers, had always been appealing to you, he was handsome, funny, and had gorgeous dimples. Yet, you never could get a time with him alone besides at work. So of course, you had to put some voodoo magic shit to work never ACTUALLY thinking it would lead you here.
If only you had worded the wish because now Jeongin can't get you out of his head, he wants to be practically molded into your skin.
The walls are cold with your face and hands pressed against them to get you some leverage. Although it doesn't quite work with the way Jeongin is trying to fuck you into it. His big hands hold you into an arch forcing your ass out.
Jeongin's thrusts are nothing but nice – feeling like he wants to prove a point to you by his tip hitting into your womb with every single stroke. "You feel so good baby," He groaned into your ear. His chest is forced into your back feeling like he's trying to melt into your skin.
All you can think about is how full you feel. "Clenching already? Oh fuck." Jeongin's forehead resting on your shoulder while he looks down at his cock disappearing into your already dripping cunt.
You're all he thinks about it's bad. It's so bad, that whenever he thinks about you it makes him crave you in inhumane ways. He needs to be with you and be inside you every minute or he'll go insane. So when he decided to go and get a cup of coffee in the break room to find you all by yourself he just had to do something.
Legs spread with Jeongin in between with his dick splitting you open while your nails dig into his broad shoulders. The table that's used for employees to eat is now being used to have you getting fucked on the edge of it. Pencil skirt being stretched out by how wide he has you, panties left dangling off your ankle. "Missed you, did you miss me? Tell me you missed me." Jeongin mutters out while pumping his cock into you ever so slowly to make you feel every vein.
"W-What if someone, mph- walks in?" You tried to protest but immediately got shut up by a kiss. He laughs, pulling away from the kiss to look you in the eye and tell you.
"Let them see what's mine." Those fox-like eyes look right into your soul and the words hit you like a crash. If only you weren't so fucked dumb you'd realize how soaked the table is.
When it’s finally time to go on business trips for a certain number of weeks is when he starts to lose his sanity. Using your underwear to stroke his leaking cock after you send him a picture of yourself in a skirt that rises a little too high.
Of course, you didn't think much of it. Once you come back from the meeting you had dressed up from you open your phone to see millions of missed calls and messages from him. Multiple videos of him jerking off and asking for you to pick up the phone needing you now.
The video was angled next to him as if you were in the bed beside him, which seemed to be the pov. Completely naked from waist down, his shirt rising to show his lower abdomen and his abs. Jeongin ruts into his palm with the sweet sound of your name leaving his lips in groans.
All around him were all kinds of different colored thongs and panties, all of which seemed to be covered in his cum. His head being thrown back into the pillows while he buffs how you should pick up the phone, how he wants you to see him like this. Just for you.
When it’s time to finally meet his parents the adrenaline of seeing you being loved by his loved ones completely takes over. Forcing you onto your back while he overstimulates you with cumming into you till he can't stop, all this being done in his Childhood room in Busan.
“They love you already darling, let's give them grandchildren,” Jeongin says while his hips clash into yours – tossing one of your legs over his shoulders to fit himself in deeper. “Oh look at that,” Your eyes were shut from the pleasure, slowly opening them to see the huge belly bulge he’s forming. Jeongin’s fingers reach down to touch it while he continues his thrusts. “You feel me so deep, dontcha?” Pressing down on the bulge makes you squeal and spasm all over his cock.
He grows more and more obsessed with you every day. He’s completely addicted to you.
cws: smut, fingering, unprotected sex, masturbation, oral sex (m! receiving), throatfucking, handjobs, overstimulation, A LOT of cum, cum play, kinda silly fic but very fun hehe, dom!Hyunjin turning into sub!Hyunjin
word count: 4291
a/n: I stumbled over this really mind blowing smau of @skz317cb97 and was hooked immediately. They gave me their permission to write the smut following that conversation, so you can thank them for this fic lol. Please go read it before you read this (it’s so good)
Hyunjins face when his mother had asked him to join for grocery shopping had been hilarious. He hated lying, especially to his parents, but he had to come up with something else than your original plan to have an escape there.
He told them you weren’t feeling that well and he wanted to stay by your side. In reality, as soon as his parents were gone, Hyunjin had you splayed out underneath him in his childhood bedroom.
“Little minx”, he cooed, grabbing your hips harsher to pull your naked body towards him, “Begging me for attention in my parents home? Tsk”.
His cock plunged into your pussy with so much force, it made your tits bounce with every thrust.
“You were the one folding in one second as soon as I- hahhh- called you a good boy”, you reminded him with a grin, your fingers digging into the sheets beside you.
Hyunjin was braced on his knees in between your legs, hands holding onto you for leverage. His back arched, head falling back in a choked out moan.
“Don’t act all innocent, my love. You asked me to fuck you dumb and cover you with my cum”, he laughed.
He angled your legs up, asserted pressure onto the back of your thighs and manhandled you into a mating press. In a position like this, he hit your g-spot effortlessly, a smug grin on his lips as he noticed you trembling in waves of pleasure.
“I did-“, you decided to tease him with it, encouraging him to go all in with it, “Yet, I’m still able to think”.
Hyunjin growled, it turned into a deep dark chuckle. His pace picked up immediately, bullying the most sensitive spot of your body over and over again like this and making you moan out loud in the process.
“Sorry, wasn’t enough, huh?”, he groaned, thrusts erratic, but deep and quick, “Gotta make sure that pretty head is empty when I paint you, right?”.
You shouldn’t have taunted him like this, because you weren’t even able to breathe like that anymore. You almost forgot how to gasp for air. Hyunjin leaned down, folding you in half as much as possible, his lips gently kissing your jaw.
“That’s more like it”, he cooed, obviously enjoying your lustful face.
You were drooling, he darted his tongue out to lick your saliva away before shoving it right back into your mouth. It was filthy, messy, but the sound of your kiss was in perfect sync with the wet squelch of your pussy.
You sobbed uncontrollably into his mouth and he swallowed all of it happily, driving into you relentlessly until you tumbled over the edge. Your useless hands grabbed his hair, pulling on the strands until he had to separate from you and hiss in pain.
Your limbs were locked in place, toes curling and your body arching into him as much as this position allowed you to.
“Oh- squeezing me like that- fuuuck”, he managed to fuck you through your orgasm, helping you through the blinding sensation of serotonin flooding your cells before he changed his position abruptly.
Hyunjin pulled out, spread your legs and came onto your lower stomach. Hot white ropes of cum covered your pussy, your folds. It made you shiver in a good way. His lips were parted, breathing heavily - just like you were.
“That was number one”.
“Think you can continue?”, you asked, bracing yourself up on your elbows after a few seconds of coming down from your high.
His long and slender fingers came up to your hips and waist again, massaging you there.
“Baby, you have no idea-“, the grin on his face was almost menacing when he leaned down and kissed your skin right between your tits, “I’m gonna get that reward”.
He lapped up a little droplet of sweat up your collarbone, his cock was still hard as he was rutting against you. He dragged it against your thigh, groaning at the heavy stimulation - the sound was muffled by your nipple in his mouth.
“You gonna look so pretty when I’m done”, he sucked on the sensitive bud with alternating force, making you gasp and fall back onto your spine again, “Maybe I can leave some hickeys here- What do you think?”.
You couldn’t answer - his hand wandered down, his fingers gathering some of his cum before he spread it over your clit and gently rubbing you there. He was cautious, aware of the overstimulation and not asserting too much pressure.
His hips were unable to keep still, wet cock sliding against your skin and making him groan. You encouraged it, angling your thigh to give him better access and he scooted up a bit as his mouth latched onto your other nipple and he humped your hips now.
“Hyunjin-“, you sighed, hand gripping his hair to hold his face against your tit.
“Yeah, keep saying my name like this, love. Makes me wanna cum so bad- fuck”.
Hyunjin abandoned your nipple after giving it another filthy lick to suck your skin in between his teeth right above it. At the same time, he shoved his cum stained fingers into your pussy, huffing against your chest.
“Gotta make sure there’s something inside of you as well”, he grunted, hips not slowing as he choked out moans while he still sucked at your chest, “My favorite part- when it drips out of you. Need to paint that in the future”.
Although you just had reached your high a few moments again, his long fingers inside of you brought you close again, pumping in and out in the same desperate rhythm he had chosen for his hips.
Your body trembled underneath him, you squirmed of overstimulation, but he held you locked in place, his teeth gently nibbling on you and kissing you in between harsher tugs whenever the sting got so bad it made you arch into him.
You whined uncontrollably when he curled his fingers, finding your g-spot so casually.
“Fuck-“, he breathed, “Your sounds-“.
He couldn’t hold onto it, cumming again with the deepest growl you ever heard of him, painting your hips and stomach with it. It was filthy, sticky, still moving and dragging his twitching cock through the mess he made to heighten the sensation even more.
The dark haired was breathing heavily, gasping for air as his orgasm had robbed all of it.
“That was number two”.
He leaned back, getting onto his knees again to admire the first part of his work. His dark and exhausted eyes roamed over you with nothing more than devotion and hunger.
“You need a minute?”, you were whining when he removed his fingers before you could even get off on them.
“We don’t have enough time- we don’t even have an hour left and three orgasms to go”, he grinned, a hand shoving his sweaty hair back and out of his face.
When he leaned forward, his hands came forward to cup your tits with them - squeezing the flesh with a bright grin. His cock wasn’t even fully hard anymore, already softening, but his gaze told you he wanted more.
“You’d let me fuck them? Imagine how perfect they would look pooling around my cock”, he hummed.
You nodded hastily, mind hazy from your arousal as he already was settling on your chest and wrapping a hand around his dick.
Hyunjin hissed, being so sensitive was already taking a toll on him. But he was determined, the idea of the reward he would be getting was so intriguing, he still stroked his dick with slow pumps to get himself ready again.
You took your own tits into your hands and pressed them together so he could slide his half hard dick in between them.
“God- fucking-“, he squeezed his eyes shut.
He looked ruined, this really was a challenge for him now. His cock was red and angry, begging for him to stop and wait for a bit, but he needily rutted against you, opening his mouth to spit onto your tits, granting him more wetness to move better.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that? Look at you”.
It really must be a sight to behold for him, so willing, so pliant that he could use your body so shamelessly to get off. But Hyunjin looked like a work of art - naked chest covered in sweat, muscles glistening in the light like he was a greek god as he was grinning down while looking at you.
“You should see yourself, Hyune”, you cooed, “So eager to get your reward you’re pushing your limits? My baby looks so wrecked”.
“Fuck”, he breathed, hips already stuttering, “Don’t say shit like that”.
Your hands switched, he was palming your breasts while fucking them as your fingers wandered up his thighs. You stroked the skin on his hips, enjoying how his abs clenched underneath your featherlight touch. Your heart was so loud, although he wasn’t even really stimulating you, this was so hot for you as well.
You were convinced you could reach your high just from seeing him fall apart.
“Why not?”, you asked, grinning brightly.
Your fingertips dug into his muscles, in between the crevices of them before reaching down and grazing his pelvis.
“I’m gonna cum- fuuuck”.
“Isn’t that the whole point?”, you laughed.
Hyunjin chuckled, joining the banter and nodded before he picked up the pace. He stretched his long body, arching his spine and letting his head fall back in pure bliss. Looking down, you could see his cock vanishing in between your tits right before the head poked out again.
“Gonna make a mess on my tits, baby? Come on”, you encouraged him, taunting him with a belittling tone.
“Yes- fuck, everything you want, my love”, he choked out.
The power dynamic with Hyunjin was always switching, he liked to be dominant, to manhandle you a bit - but you knew very well that he also enjoyed being a pillow princess with you taking care of him to no end.
He scooted back right before he came. The orgasm being so intense for him, his whole body tensed up and vibrated as he spilled a surprisingly large amount of cum onto your spit stained tits with a whimpered moan.
“Ahhh- fuck- I-“, his movements halted, cock twitching, he looked down at you, admiring his work and whispering under his breath, “So pretty”.
“Such a good boy”, you praised him, “That was number three. You think you can go on?”.
He froze in his place for a second, inhaling and exhaling audibly before a wicked grin formed on his mouth. He got off of you, pulling you with him to flip you around and position you on all four.
There was no warning before he split your pussy open with his cock once more, burying himself and bottoming out with a controlled and swift motion.
You yelped, the sudden intrusion almost letting the coil in your stomach snap at once.
“Hahhh- Hyunjin, wait-“.
But he was already fucking you like he was obsessed, hands gripping your hips for leverage as he abused your pussy to no end.
“I can’t- you better believe I’m gonna cum on this pretty ass”, he accentuated his words with a harsh slap on your right cheek, making you jolt and sob in response.
The rough treatment had you whining and squirming like you were in heat, moving back against him whenever his bruising grip got loose enough.
You were impressed for how long he was able to keep this ruthless pace up while being so overwhelmed with overstimulation and exhaustion. But he didn’t let you down, bringing you closer to the edge with every deep thrust. You knew he couldn’t keep this up for too long, the time in between orgasms getting shorter the longer this was going on.
Your fingers searched for something to hold on, but only found the sheets to scrunch the fabric up. You were sure Hyunjin was leaving bruises with his roughness, on the outside and inside. His cock was knocking against your cervix, hitting your sweet spot with so much force you would probably still feel it tomorrow.
His hands were squeezing you relentlessly. Long fingers wrapping around and digging into your flesh to make you remember this intense moment for as long as his burning grip allowed.
This was him acting on pure instinct now, shoving you down into an arch to have a better angle to plunge his dick into you over and over again. The orgasm came down on you in a blinding sensation - you were sure you lost your vision for a second as your walls clamped down on him, making him grunt and hiss in pleasure.
Hyunjins sounds were mixing with the wet slaps of your ass against his pelvis with a rippling force - your high pitched sobs were only spurring him on.
His hand sneaked around you, trembling fingers circling your clit to give you some sort of stimulation while you came, because he pulled out immediately, jerking off with hasty pumps and spilling onto your back and ass - just as he had promised.
Hyunjin wheezed as he breathed, trembling and gasping for air. This was probably the most erotic scene you had ever seen, his eyelids heavy, cock still dripping with his cum.
“I think I need a moment-“, he sat down on the edge of the mattress, leaning back and holding himself up with his hands behind him.
You could relate to that, catching your breath before you crawled to settle beside him. His cum was wiped up in the sheets and dripping down your body, but you didn’t really care about it. You leaned against him, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder.
“Want me to do the work now?”, you asked, your voice barely a whisper, “I can help you”.
He didn’t answer, but the look he gave you when you knelt down on the floor in front of him said everything you needed. He spread his legs so you could comfortably crouch in between them, reaching for his sensitive cock.
He jolted, sighing heavily. You were cautious, building the pace slowly to ease him in gently. But when you leaned forward, your tongue darting out to lick languidly over the head, he moaned out so loud you could only be grateful it was no one else at home.
“Fuck- wait a second- mhhh-“, he whined, a hand on your shoulder not shoving you away but squeezing you.
You waited, looking up to him to wait for a sign of approval to continue. It took him some time until he nodded again and let you take his cock into your mouth.
“Ohhh- Jesus Christ-“.
Hyunjin was gone in an instant - what had been left from his dominant side was breaking apart now. His sounds were straight up pornographic and although he was so immensely spent, he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting up into your mouth.
“Sorry, my love- I- So warm and wet, fuck”, his voice was cracking up.
But you were okay with it, encouraging him to fuck your throat with a tight grip on his thighs. His free hand got entangled in your hair, holding it up to have a better view of how you choked on his cock - drool seeping out of your mouth and dripping down along his length.
He loved seeing you getting messy, being filthy. And you enjoyed it as well, your pussy was pulsing every time his hips bucked up into your mouth. He grinned, chuckled hoarsely and let his sweat just trickle down his heated skin.
You couldn’t take your eyes off of Hyunjin, never wanted to miss any second of how hot your boyfriend looked right now. He twitched in your mouth, he was holding eye contact with you.
“You look so sexy like this-“, he muttered, voice slurring, “Fucking piece of art”.
You hummed, that seemed to push him into a dangerous range of his next orgasm. He whined, eyes squeezed shut as he relished in the feeling of your vibrating throat around him.
“Fuck, yes- I’m so close”.
You did it again, swallowing around him and when he pulled out hastily, you were ready to catch his cum on your lolled out tongue - but there was nothing.
Hyunjins whole body convulsed, definitely reaching a very intense orgasm and whimpering at the sensation, but there was no cum spilling out of him. He came dry.
“Fuuuuck-“, he swore, seizing up and pulling on your hair as his muscles locked, “Fuck- I can’t- you milked me dry, my love. I’m done-“.
His chest was heaving heavily, he was struggling. But you didn't have enough. Not yet. You still had some time left and you should use it before the presence of his parents with their super hearing powers were forcing the two of you to live celibate for the rest of your stay here.
“You can hardly call that an orgasm. You didn’t even manage to paint me with your cum, baby”, you taunted him with a smirk.
“I know- I’m sorry, baby. But I can’t- that was number five, right? Fuck”.
You stood up, towering him as he leaned back and flopped onto the bed.
“That doesn’t count”, you tried again, moving to straddle his hips, “How about you paint me from the inside for real to make up for it?”.
Hyunjins eyes were big when he noticed you weren’t kidding him. He sighed, hands on your hips, head slightly shaking as he was still trying to catch up his breath.
“Baby, please, I can’t”.
You leaned down to him, your hands came up to cup his face as you pressed a gentle kiss on his lips. He was so far gone, he wasn’t even quick enough to get lost in it.
“I know you can, thought you were my good boy?”.
“Baby-“, his voice was pleading.
You scooted back, your wet pussy grinding along his length. He threw his head back in response, being completely taken aback from the sensation.
“Wait- agghhh- please”, his hands trembled, he didn’t know where to hold onto anymore, so they uselessly fell to his sides to hold on for dear life and grabbed the sheets just like you were before.
“Please what?”.
“Please- inside”, he whimpered.
You grinned, guiding him to slip into your entrance again. It was easy, your pussy welcoming him immediately. Hyunjin held his breath before a deep and guttural moan escaped his mouth - you could hear it bubble up in his chest before it made its way out.
“There he is, good boy”.
“Thank you-“, he sobbed, not knowing what he was thanking you for.
You didn’t chase it, you moved slowly on top of him, showing enough mercy. His eyes were constantly rolling back into his skull when they weren’t fluttering shut.
“What’s your color, baby?”, you asked.
It took him some time to answer, as if he was thinking about what a color even was.
“Yellow-“, he muttered, but corrected himself again, “Green- wanna cum for you- I’ll be good”.
Your hands gripped his waist, rocking your hips back and forth with languid and lazy movements. That was enough to make him lose his mind either way and you also felt exhausted from this delicious marathon.
You could feel his body shaking and trembling underneath you, his muscles flexing in pleasure every time he bottomed out, a soft gasp and your whispered name flowing out of him every passing second.
His eyes were glassy, tears of overstimulation forming in the corners. The gasps turned into wails and sobs, back arching off the mattress every now and then.
“You never looked prettier, baby, you know that? Falling apart underneath me like this- so beautiful”, you mused, hands stroking up his muscles.
“Thank you-“, he choked out again, “Thank you, I-“.
“Are you close? You gonna cum for me?”.
He nodded, eyes fixating on you now. His bottom lip was trembling, he was only being able to stop it by digging his teeth into it.
“I want you to fill me up, Hyune. Think you can do that?”, you asked, getting a bit faster.
“Yes- anything you want”.
He barely answered, then you felt the familiar warmth of his cum spilling deep inside of you, oozing out in a sticky mess when you continued to fuck it deeper inside of you. Hyunjins moans sounded so ruined like you've never experienced it before, but the dumb fucked grin on his face told you how much he was enjoying this.
“Fuck- don’t stop-“, he choked out.
You wished you could imprint this expression into your brain, you wished you would never forget it.
“Please, I need to- I wanna see my cum on your pretty face”.
You didn’t know what got into him, as soon as you were done with riding out his orgasm, he was pushing you back into the previous position, kneeling in front of him on the floor. He was standing up, swaying slightly.
“Hyunjin-“, you tried.
This would be his seventh orgasm in the span of roughly an hour, something beyond impossible, but he was so needy all of a sudden, so determined.
“Please, help me cum- please, baby please”.
“What do you want me to do?”, your voice was gentle, letting him decide.
You actually never saw him like this before, his eyes were glassy with tears, a deep fog in them that seemed to completely occupy his mind, as if he drove himself into subspace.
“Just- jerk me off, I wanna cum on your lips-“, his thumb traced your mouth, lingering on the right corner, “Finger me- I- please, please, please do”.
He spread his legs wider, placing a foot up onto the mattress and presenting himself so submissively, you just couldn’t deny it.
You put two fingers into your mouth, setting up a show for him in swirling your tongue around your digits to thoroughly wet them. His attentive gaze followed you, lips parted and breath stuck in a growl.
“You wanna wet them for yourself?”, you asked, letting them go with a pop before holding them in front of his face when he leaned down.
God, Hyunjin was so obedient, you could probably ask anything and he’d do it. He sucked your fingers into his mouth, letting them go in as fast he could muster, to your knuckle, and swallowing around them before letting them go again. A string of saliva connected you there.
“Relax, my love. Let me take care of you, okay?”, you cooed, bringing them to his ass.
He got into an upright position again, trying his best to stand still and not squirm in your grip. You circled the rim of his hole before pushing into him slowly, distracting him from the sensation by wrapping a hand around his cock.
“Ohhh- fuck- oh my god”.
His head fell forward, eyes closing in bliss. You knew this wouldn’t take too long, but you still wanted him to have a good time. So you pushed on further, kissing the head of his wildly twitching cock.
“Does it feel good, yeah?”, you grinned.
The dark haired nodded hastily, hips rutting into your hand.
“Please- your mouth”.
You did as he asked, taking him into your mouth once more, your lips closing around him with a bit of pressure, which he very much seemed to enjoy. His hands held your head still, the sensation of your warm mouth too much for a second, but as soon as you found his prostate, a switch inside of him seemed to be pushed.
His hips snapped forward, once, twice, and he lost himself in the rhythm. Being throatfucked for the second time this evening had your jaw cramping, but you didn’t even dare to tell him to stop.
Because in a harsh contrast of his rough movements, he was whining heavily, begging for his release.
“Fuck- please, make me cum, baby”, he whimpered, not knowing if he wanted to grind forward and into your mouth or backwards and push your fingers deeper inside.
It was endearing, turning you on so much to see him like this. Your fluttering walls caused his cum to ooze out of you, dripping down your thighs.
“Need to- fuck, please”.
The begging had no end, he was babbling incoherent nonsense at this point. His voice was whiny, sobbing, getting louder the closer he was.
There was a thump in the hallway, the click of a door.
“Fuck- not now, I- oh god-“, he pulled out, thick ropes of cum spurting out of his flushed red cock.
He wasn’t really aiming, not able to, just too caught up to even open his eyes. It was a mess, some of it indeed landed on your tongue, on your chest, but there was definitely some in your hair.
“Hyunjin? Can you come and help?”, you heard his mother asking.
“Oh, fuck- sorry-“.
You pulled your fingers out, giving him the chance to sit down for a moment, a guttural groan coming out of him. He looked like he needed at least 10 hours of sleep.
“Hyunjin?!”.
“Oh my god”, he sighed.
He grinned, looking up and down at you. He didn’t seem sorry he made a mess of your hair and you had to go and wash them before even thinking to step out of this room again.
“You should take a shower”, he mused, out of breath.
“You should go help your mum, before she’s gonna search for you”.
Footsteps were coming closer, Hyunjin stumbled as he stood up, reaching for his sweatpants and shirt on the way to the door to hastily put them on.
After busy schedules, multiple alarms daily, Jeongin has become a light sleeper. Today's finally his day off from the hectic schedule – finally being able to get sleep in and be with you.
The bed rustling with every toss and turn you make trying to get comfortable. You can't seem to go back to sleep after randomly being awakened by the sunlight shining down on the two of you. Finally taking the courage to go a close the blinds in hope of not waking up the man in his dream state, you get up to go shut them.
Puilling the sheets off your body with such delicacy to not stir him awake. Before you could even put your foot down onto the wooden floor boards – Jeongin pulls you by your waist and holds you tight against him. "Stay here. Just five more minutes, yeah?" He mumbles not even bothering to open his eyes.
You smile and turn around to face him. Finger tips resting on his jaw and just staring at him and his features. "I was going to shut the blinds so you could rest." He melts into the touch of you. "No, if you get up the whole bed will get cold." "But the–" "Leave it open."
The faint scent of his cologne from his event last night still lingers on his neck. His eyes slowly open to see you. Before he could say anything you kiss him. A soft peck on his lips, yet he wants a little more. Jeongin's eyes are hazy and heavy, he looks at your lips and leans down to capture them fully. "Don't leave."
Smiling into it you simply let him pace the kiss. The hand on your waist had reached down to the inside of your thigh and lifted it onto his hip. A little surprise gasp leaves you making it easier to slip his tongue slip in and play with yours. Moving up your thigh and trailing to grip onto your ass to help you grind against his surprisingly hard member. "Jeo-" You can't even protest the once innocent kiss is turning into a passionate makeout.
You pull yourself closer to him and grind against him while his hand stays on your ass and roll you to hump his bulge. "Shh, this is what you get for trying to leave the bed." Jeongin rocks his hips to press himself, the both of you trying to keep the last string of sanity.
"Already soaking my pants through your little shorts." The comment makes you moan, a filthy one. You can feel yourself soaping onto him but you're already so close from just humping. "Ha, s-so close!"
His lips find your neck as he leaves purple bruises along your jaw. "Yeah? C'mon, keep going." The force of his hand and the rapid movements of your hips and his colliding makes the headboard scrape against the wall. All you can do is whimper for him, beg him to keep going – needing him to keep going.
The feeling is too overwhelming the intensity of eachother's body heat makes sweat bead down his temple. Jeongin's forearms flexing while holding you against him. With his name falling from your lips, you cum hard. Stopping your hips immediately from feeling the shock of your orgasm makes you tremble from overstimulation.
Luckily he wasn't too far behind. Jeongin cums into his boxers and pajama pants with the same shock. He lets the both of you catch your breath's until breaking the silence. "That was, intense." You laugh and roll your eyes. "Well who started it?" Jeongin pulls you into his chest and rubs his eyes from now being fully awake. "Fair. Now let's go have our morning shower, we really need it."
You had been getting ready to accompany your husband to a Fendi event he had to attend to. You're still fixing up your makeup, hair in heated curls making you look so like you were the star of the show. Chan comes in fixing his tie, he looks up to find you in the vanity mirror putting on the finishing touches on your makeup that the stylist let you do on your own – to make it more personalized.
He doesn't interrupt, he watches quietly sitting on the edge of the bed to face you. He struggles with his tie a bit. That's when you noticed him and walk over, before he could lift his head to see what you were doing you had already had your hands on his tie, helping and adjusting. "Just go slow." You tell him softly.
Chan smiles and looks up at you with loving eyes. "What would I do without you?" You chuckle and roll your eyes. "Lose your head by now." He nods and smiles. "You look stunning," His hands find your waist to pull you closer to him, spreading his legs to have you in between. "Yeah?" "Mhm" He hums in response. You pull him by his tie and tilt his chin to look up at you.
"You want to keep dropping compliments on your wife or make use of the time you have left before we leave?" Without hesitation he nods quickly. "Make use of time please." Just from that you pull him by his tie to close the distance between you both – kissing him deeply. He groans into it, he wanted this badly.
Lifting your legs and placing your knees to rest onto each side of him making you straddle him. His fingers find the ribbion on your robe letting it slip off your shoulders and hit the ground with a light thud. His hands find the slim of your back and caress your skin as he leans in to lick on your collarbone. "My gorgeous girl." He hums into you. You're neck tilts back to look at the ceiling as you press his head down towards your breast. Chan instantly knows what to do.
Under your robe was nothing, the stylist had to you to finish up your makeup so she could get your dress steamed. The robe had been completely covering your nude body. Chan on the other hand had already been done, outfit for the event and makeup done along with his blonde locks already styled.
His tongue pokes out and licks on the sensitive nub of your breast that's hardening at the sensation of only his tongue. "I want to keep teasing you but sadly we don't have much time." Chan says leaning back to rest on his elbows. "Wanna watch you, take what you need from me." With a smirk you do so, of course it pains you not being able to undress him properly but it's a quickie, what more can you ask for.
You unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down just enough to free him. His fat cock stands proud and already leaking a bit of pre. Your hand comes down to stroke him once, than again. Squeezing his base to get a reaction out of him that's pure filth. Chan tense, letting out a pathetic moan that wasn't meant to go past his lips.
"Don't tease me now," His chin lifts to look up at you and leaves a stare that makes you shiver. "Yet you make it so easy." You're done with your games, finally stopping yourself from edging him. Raising your lower body just enough to have his tip press against your entrance.
You're breath hitched – the slide oh his cock was delicious. Whenever it's sex with this man you always feel full, you feel every little detail being fucked into you. "Gorgeous, mmm–fuck." Chan looks up at you then down to where his cock is being swallowed. You angle yourself to arch against into his chest, the help of his hands on the back of your thighs helping you bounce slowly. He bites his lip trying to hold back his groans, the thick of your thighs being gripped onto while you ride him and take what's yours.
The pace turns rapid, practically fucking eachother like animals in heat trying to make it quick but it feels so good. Leaning down to capture his lips and letting a moan fall down his throat. "Ah~ feels so good channie." The nickname brings redness to his ears, you always call him that specific nickname when the both of you are having sex knowing it drives him insane. Makes him want to cum on site.
"Fuck the event, I need to stay in this pussy." Chan's hand glided up from the back of your thighs to your ass. Leaving a smack not hard enough to sting but just enough to make you moan from the noise of his skin hitting it. "You suck me in like you want me to stay."
"I do, mold this dick into me." You're hips never stilling, hands holding onto his shoulders to be used as leverage. You're pussy sucks his cock in with every movement, gliding into you like nothing due to how soaked you are. "Greedy now? You want all this to yourself?" Chan mumbles because of his face buried into your breast holding you against him, hands on both sides of your ass cupping underneath them to slam you down against him. "Fuck, you smell so sweet," The scent of your essence turns him on even more, he could cumbust right fucking now.
You watch him moan into your chest and it makes you so incredibly weak. He's thrusting into you to meet your thrusting like a pro. Yet, he's just as whipped and ready to cum as you are. The way you would explain sex with Chan is he has a big cock and knows how to use it, but when he's about to cum he's like a desperate horny teenager. A whiny mess muttering praises and please into your skin about how lucky he is to have you. "Gonna cum, inside? Yeah? Please?" He rambles into you with such confidence.
It's not that it's a turn off that he turns pathetic, he only turns like this for you. Knowing how lucky he is to be with someone as gorgeous you are, he's purely just 'down bad'.
The way he ask so nicely how could you possibly turn him down. The way he fucks into you oh my goodness he deserves it, the way his cock splits you in half and he fucks you like he's trying to mark you as his inside AND out. Is it worth it? Being full while you walk around the Fendi Event with your thighs pressed together to hold the cum inside of you. Absofuckinglutely. "Yes–! Chan, yes please!" You continue to ride his cock feeling him drill into your pussy and stretch you wide enough to dump his full sperm into you.
"Ah~ T-Thank you. Love you–!" Chan grips onto your lower back holding you still while he fucks his dick into you a couple more times. The feeling of every vein and the curve of his dick makes you roll your eyes back. Without warning, you cum around his girth. "There we go," His voice is full of content, a smirk on his face hearing you whimper out his name once more. "Soaking me, mmm–yeah milk me." The clenching of your walls from your climax trying to push his cock out makes him thrilled to cum inside.
Before you know it he cums deep into your pussy pushing his cock the brim and forcing his cum to stick. He flips you onto your back to rest on the bed. Chan finds you a fresh clean pair of panties and slips them up your thighs. "Leave it inside. I want to continue after the event so I can take care of you properly." All you can do is smile and lift your hips as he slides them up. "Oh i'll be waiting." You say then to be quickly interrupted by a loud knock.
"Hey, Chan. You in there? You have to be done for retouches in five minutes!" One of the stylists shouts from behind the door. "Oh-! and you better not be fucking up y/n's makeup!" Shouts the makeup artist. "Welp, time to get ready... again." You say 'trying' to fix the lip gloss smeared on Chan's lips.
┊ ⤹ warning : sunghoon!bf x fem!reader, MDNI (18+), smut, jealous/possessive behavior, mild angst, make-up sex, dirty talk, creampie, oral sex (f & m receiving), slight power play/dynamics. forgiveness through intimacy! ˚
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cry for me : After days of watching Nabi get too close to her boyfriend Sunghoon during their film project, Y/N gives him the cold shoulder and silent treatment. Sunghoon is determined to prove — with his words, hands, and body — that she’s the only one he wants.﹒ ⁺ +
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It was a typical afternoon, the sun filtering through the cafeteria windows as everyone gathered for lunch after classes. You knew you weren’t in your happiest mood, and you weren’t even trying to hide it. Ever since Sunghoon had been paired with Nabi for their film project, a quiet frustration had settled in your chest. She was clingy and overly touchy the entire time they filmed—always laughing too loudly at his jokes, brushing against his arm, and hovering around him like she belonged there.
You and Sunghoon had been together since high school, but now that you were in college, things felt different. He was studying engineering while you were in a completely different program, which meant you didn’t share the same classes or circle. What you did hear about, though, were the constant stories from his friends about how Nabi always found excuses to be near him.
You sat at the usual table with your best friend Hana, Sophia, and a few of Sunghoon’s friends—Niki, Heeseung, Jay, and Jake. The others hadn’t shown up yet. You kept your eyes fixed on your food, eating in silence while the rest of the group chatted and laughed around you.
Sunghoon, clearly trying to bridge the gap, slid your favorite dish toward you—Korean fried chicken in barbecue flavor. He even held out a pair of chopsticks, hovering them hopefully near your plate. You didn’t even glance at him. Instead, you gently pushed the container away, your appetite completely gone.
Hana, noticing how unusually quiet you’d been the entire lunch, tried to lighten the mood. “y/n… you’ve been really quiet today. Everything okay?”
Before you could answer, the boys started chiming in with playful teasing aimed at Sunghoon.
“Bro, you better step up your game,” Niki grinned, nudging him.
“Yeah, Sunghoon-ah, fix this before it gets worse,” Jay added with a smirk.
Sunghoon didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he reached under the table and playfully nudged your leg with his foot, trying to get your attention. Once. Twice. A silent plea. But you still refused to look at him, keeping your gaze stubbornly on your barely touched meal. The tension between you two was thick enough that even the others could feel it, though they tried to mask it with lighthearted teasing.
You didn’t say a single word the entire meal. You ate mechanically, pushing food around your plate and taking small bites that tasted like nothing. Your silence was loud, and you made no effort to hide how you were deliberately ignoring Sunghoon. He tried to catch your eye multiple times, but you kept your gaze fixed downward.
His friends kept teasing him, though their jabs were laced with subtle encouragement to help him out.
“Damn, Sunghoon, you’re really in the doghouse today,” Jake chuckled.
“Better start groveling soon, hyung,” Niki added with a grin.
Heeseung just shook his head, smirking. “Fix it, man. We’re tired of this awkwardness already.”
Meanwhile, Hana and Sophia did their best to keep the mood light, cracking jokes and steering the conversation to safer topics—upcoming exams, the latest campus drama, anything to ease the thick tension hanging over the table. But no matter how hard everyone tried, the atmosphere between you and Sunghoon remained heavy.
After lunch, exhaustion weighed on you, but you still walked home together to the shared apartment you’d been renting since the start of the semester. The walk was quiet. Sunghoon kept glancing at you, clearly wanting to explain, but you maintained your pace without giving him an opening.
The moment you reached the door, you slipped inside first. Before he could even get a word out, you let the door swing shut behind you—almost closing it in his face. He managed to catch it just in time and stepped in after you.
You dropped your backpack on the floor near the entrance, not bothering to hang it properly. Without a glance back, you headed straight for the shared closet in the bedroom to change out of your day clothes.
You headed straight to the bathroom and closed the door behind you with a soft click, shutting Sunghoon out without a word. A few minutes later, you emerged after a quick shower, now dressed in one of your oversized t-shirts and comfortable shorts. Your hair was still slightly damp, and the familiar scent of your body wash lingered in the air.
Without sparing him a glance, you walked past him and climbed straight into bed. You clung to your side of the mattress, turning your back to him completely. You pulled the blanket over your shoulder, curling up as if trying to make yourself clear that you wanted nothing to do with him right now.
He watched as you climbed into bed and turned your back to him without a word. His chest tightened. He knew he’d messed up by not setting clearer boundaries with Nabi during the project.
He let out a soft sigh and walked over to the bed. The mattress dipped as he sat on the edge, close to your curled-up figure. For a moment, he just stared at your back, debating what to say.
“Y/N…” His voice was low and gentle, laced with guilt. “Baby, come on. Talk to me. I know you’re upset about Nabi, and I get it. She’s been too much lately, but nothing happened. I swear. I’ve been trying to keep my distance, but the project is almost done. Just a couple more days.”
He reached out hesitantly, his fingers lightly brushing your shoulder over the blanket. When you didn’t flinch or pull away, he continued, voice softer this time.
“I brought your favorite chicken earlier because I hate seeing you like this. I miss you. I miss us laughing together instead of… this.” He paused, waiting for any reaction. “Please don’t shut me out. Yell at me if you want, just don’t stay quiet like this.”
You stayed completely silent. Your eyes were open, staring at the wall in the dim room, but you didn’t turn around. You didn’t move. You weren’t asleep—your breathing was too steady and controlled for that—but you refused to give him even a single word. The hurt and exhaustion from the day kept your lips sealed tight.
Sunghoon stayed there for a long moment, his hand still resting lightly on your shoulder. He kept talking softly, pouring out quiet apologies and explanations, hoping to crack through the wall you’d built.
You always melted under Sunghoon’s touch. Even now, with his warm palm resting on your shoulder through the blanket, your stomach fluttered in that familiar, traitorous way you’d been secretly craving for days. The gentle pressure of his fingers, the way his thumb unconsciously traced small circles—it sent a shiver down your spine that you fought hard to ignore. You wanted to lean into it. You wanted to turn around, bury your face in his chest, and let him pull you close like he always did after a fight.
But you weren’t going to let him win that easily. Not today. The jealousy still burned hot in your chest, even though you knew you were being childish about it. He had let Nabi hover all over him for that stupid project. He hadn’t shut it down. And now here you were, pretending his touch wasn’t affecting you at all.
You stayed curled up, back rigid, staring at the wall.
Sunghoon’s voice dropped even lower, coaxing. “Baby… please. I hate this. I hate when you go quiet on me.”
Your throat tightened. For a second, you almost gave in. Almost.
Instead, you swallowed hard and whispered, voice cold and edged with hurt, “Go to Nabi… she probably needs you right now.”
The words hung in the air like frost. You felt him freeze behind you, his hand going still on your shoulder. The mattress shifted slightly as he leaned closer, but you refused to turn around.
“Y/N…” He sounded stunned, almost wounded. “Don’t say that.”
You bit the inside of your cheek, eyes stinging. Part of you regretted the words the moment they left your mouth, but the jealous, stubborn part of you held firm. You pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders, creating a bigger barrier between you.
Sunghoon let out a shaky breath. His hand finally slipped away, but only so he could shift fully onto the bed, lying down behind you. He didn’t touch you again right away—he knew better—but you could feel the heat of his body close, his breath brushing the back of your neck.
“I don’t want Nabi,” he said quietly, voice rough with frustration and sincerity. “I never did. She’s just a project partner, and yeah… I should’ve told her to back off sooner. That’s on me. But you’re the only one I want to come home to. You’re the only one whose silence is killing me right now.”
He hesitated, then carefully draped an arm over your waist on top of the blanket, not pulling you in, just… resting it there. A silent offer.
“I’m right here, baby. Not her. Never her.”
Your heart hammered in your chest, the flutter in your stomach growing stronger despite how hard you tried to stay mad. You knew he meant it. You could hear it in his voice. But the hurt was still too fresh, the image of Nabi laughing and clinging to him too vivid.
You didn’t push his arm away. But you also didn’t turn around. Not yet.
You stayed silent for a few more heartbeats, his arm still resting gently over your waist like a quiet promise. The warmth of him so close was making it harder to hold onto your anger, but the jealousy wouldn’t let go.
“But you still let her touch you…” you finally muttered, voice defensive and laced with hurt. Your eyes rolled in annoyance at the memory of everything his friends had casually mentioned—how Nabi was always finding excuses to brush against him, laugh too loudly at his jokes, cling like she had every right to. You made sure he couldn’t see your face, keeping your back firmly turned.
Sunghoon’s arm tightened slightly over the blanket, and you felt him shift closer, his chest now lightly pressed against your back.
“Y/N…” He exhaled slowly, the guilt heavy in his tone. “I know. I didn’t shut it down fast enough, and that’s my fault. I thought ignoring it would make it go away without causing drama in the group project, but I was wrong. I should’ve told her straight up that I have a girlfriend—that I’m yours.”
His voice dropped softer, almost pleading as his fingers curled gently against the blanket. “She doesn’t matter to me. Not like that. Not even a little. I hate that it made you feel this way… I hate that I made you feel this way.”
You could hear the sincerity in every word, but the stubborn part of you still clung to the frustration. Your stomach kept fluttering from his closeness, traitorously warm, yet you refused to turn around or soften completely.
He stayed there, breathing against the back of your neck, waiting. he whispered, “Talk to me, baby. Yell, cry, whatever you need… just don’t keep pushing me away like this. I miss my girl.”
You stayed stubbornly curled up, refusing to let the warmth of his body. Even though every part of you was screaming to turn around and melt into him—you wanted his arms around you so badly it ached—you weren’t going to be needy. Not right now. You weren’t going to fall for it that easily.
“No, you don’t…” you said, voice small but stubborn, still laced with that defensive edge, eyes fixed on the wall as you forced the conversation back to her. “If you really hated it, you wouldn’t have let her touch you like that for days. She was practically all over you, Sunghoon. And you just… let it happen.”
Sunghoon let out a low, frustrated breath against your neck, his arm tightening just a fraction more around your waist on top of the blanket.
“Baby…” His voice was rough, a mix of guilt and growing impatience. “I didn’t let her. I was trying to stay professional and finish the damn project without making things weird for the whole group. But yeah, I should’ve shut it down sooner. That’s on me. I own that.”
He shifted even closer, his chest now fully pressed against your back, the heat of him seeping through the blanket and your oversized t-shirt. His hand slowly rubbed soothing circles over your side, gentle but persistent, like he knew exactly how much his touch affected you.
“I don’t want her touching me. I don’t want anyone else. I only want you.” His lips brushed lightly against your shoulder, voice dropping into that low, coaxing tone that always made your resolve crack. “Stop bringing her up like she’s between us. She’s not. You’re the one I come home to. You’re the one I’m crazy about, even when you’re mad and trying to push me away.”
He paused, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the back of your neck, right where your damp hair met your skin.
“Please, Y/N… turn around. Let me see you. Or at least yell at me properly instead of this quiet stubbornness. I can’t stand not being able to hold my girl.”
You stayed stubbornly curled up, refusing to turn around even as his kisses and gentle touches made your skin tingle and your heart race. You weren’t going to make this easy for him. Not after days of watching Nabi act like she had a claim on him.
“I won’t,” you muttered, voice muffled against the pillow but still sharp with defiance. “You have to deal with it… but you have to prove to me you’re really sorry about it.”
you knew you were being difficult, but the jealousy had you in its grip. You wanted him to fight for it. You wanted to feel like you mattered more than that stupid project and Nabi’s wandering hands.
Sunghoon went quiet for a second, processing your words. Then you felt him shift fully behind you, the mattress dipping as he pressed his body closer, spooning you properly now even through the blanket. His arm wrapped more securely around your waist, pulling you back against his chest.
“Prove it?” he echoed softly, his breath warm against your ear. There was a hint of a smirk in his voice, but it was mostly raw sincerity and quiet determination. “Okay, baby. I’ll prove it.”
His hand slid slowly up your side, over the blanket at first, then slipping underneath to rest on your hip, fingers tracing lazy, soothing patterns against the bare skin where your oversized t-shirt had ridden up. The touch was warm, and dangerously effective at making your stomach flutter even harder.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, pressing another soft kiss to the nape of your neck, then another just below your ear. “I’m really fucking sorry for not setting boundaries sooner. For letting her think she could get that close. It won’t happen again—I’ll make sure of it.”
He nuzzled closer, his lips brushing your skin with every word. “Tell me what you need, Y/N. Want me to skip the rest of the project sessions? I’ll tell the professor I need to switch partners or finish my parts remotely. Want me to block her number right now? Done. Want me to stay right here and hold you until you believe me?”
His fingers kept moving in those slow circles, slipping further under your shirt to caress your stomach, pulling you tighter against him. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against your back, his body heat wrapping around you like a blanket you didn’t want to admit you craved.
“I’m yours, baby. Only yours. Let me show you how sorry I am… please?” His voice dropped lower, almost husky now, as he placed a lingering kiss on your shoulder. “Turn around and look at me, or tell me exactly how you want me to prove it. I’m not going anywhere until you feel better.”
You stayed stubbornly in place, back turned to him, even as his body heat and those slow, teasing touches made it nearly impossible to think straight. Your heart was racing, and that familiar flutter in your stomach had turned into full-on butterflies, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you soften.
“Just prove it…” you mumbled, voice still edged with defiance. “You don’t have to block her… or cancel the project. I’m not turning.”
You weren’t going to make this easy. You wanted him to work for it — to feel how much his lack of boundaries had hurt — even while every inch of you ached to melt back into him.
Sunghoon let out a soft, almost amused breath against your neck, but there was no mockery in it — only quiet determination mixed with affection. “Alright,” he whispered, his voice low and warm. “No blocking. No canceling. Just me proving it to you… right here.”
His hand, already under your shirt and resting on your stomach, slowly slid higher, fingers tracing feather-light patterns across your skin. He pulled you closer until there was no space left between your bodies, his chest flush against your back, legs tangling lightly with yours under the blanket.
“I hate that I made you doubt me,” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of your ear with every word. “I should’ve told Nabi days ago that I’m taken. That I have the most amazing girlfriend waiting for me at home.” He pressed a slow, deliberate kiss just behind your ear, then another lower on your neck, lingering there as his hand continued its gentle exploration under your shirt.
His touch grew a little bolder — fingertips grazing the underside of your breast before smoothing back down to your waist, pulling your hips back against his. the way his body responded to having you this close.
“Feel that?” he whispered, voice dropping huskier. “This is what you do to me, baby. Only you. Not her. Never her.” He rolled his hips forward just slightly, letting you feel exactly how much he meant it, while his lips trailed soft, open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder and the back of your neck.
He kept you wrapped up in him, one arm securely around your waist, the other hand sliding down to caress your thigh under the hem of your shorts. “I’m right here. All yours. Tell me what you need to believe it... I’ll keep proving it until you can’t stay mad anymore.”
Sunghoon didn’t push you to turn around. Instead, he stayed spooned tightly behind you, showering you with slow, patient touches and kisses, his body language screaming apology and want at the same time.
You shook your head slightly against the pillow, stubbornness still winning even as your body betrayed you with another wave of warmth.
“I’m not turning…” you whispered, voice quieter this time but just as firm.
Deep down, you knew he hadn’t really proven anything yet — not enough to quiet the jealousy still simmering in your chest. Words and soft touches were nice, but you wanted to feel how sorry he was. You wanted him to earn it.
Sunghoon didn’t pull away. If anything, your refusal only made him more determined. A low, breathy chuckle escaped him, warm against the back of your neck.
“Still not turning, huh?” he murmurs, the hint of a smile in his voice. “Fine. I’ll just have to prove it like this then.”
His hand under your shirt grew bolder, sliding up to cup your breast fully, thumb brushing over your nipple in slow, deliberate circles that made your breath hitch. At the same time, he pressed his hips closer, letting you feel him hardening against your ass as he rolled them in a slow, teasing grind.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered right against your ear, voice thick with want. “Sorry for every time Nabi touched me. Sorry I didn’t stop it sooner. Sorry I made you feel like you had anything to worry about.”
He kissed down the side of your neck, open-mouthed and lingering, while his fingers continued their teasing — pinching lightly, then soothing with gentle strokes. His other hand slipped lower, sliding under the waistband of your shorts and panties, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh before moving higher.
“You feel that?” he breathed, grinding against you again, slower and more intentional this time. “That’s all for you. Only you. No one else gets me like this.”
He nipped gently at your shoulder, then soothed it with his tongue, his fingers finally brushing between your legs, teasing lightly over your folds without giving you everything just yet.
“I’ll keep proving it as long as you want,” he continued, voice dropping even lower. “Gonna make you feel so good you forget her name. Gonna remind you exactly who you belong to… and who belongs to you.”
You involuntarily whimpered, the soft, quick sound slipping out before you could stop it the moment his fingers brushed more deliberately between your legs. Your body reacted instantly — hips twitching back against him, a shiver running down your spine — even as you tried so hard not to give in.
You clenched your jaw, still refusing to turn around, still clinging to that last thread of stubbornness. He hasn’t proven it enough yet, you told yourself, even while your breathing grew uneven and heat pooled low in your belly.
Sunghoon noticed immediately. A low, satisfied hum vibrated against your neck as he smiled into your skin.
“There it is…” he whispered, voice dark and husky with desire. “That little sound you make when you’re trying so hard to stay mad at me.”
His fingers didn’t stop. He stroked you slowly, teasingly, parting your folds and circling your clit with just enough pressure to make your thighs tremble. At the same time, he kept grinding against your ass in steady, deliberate rolls, letting you feel how hard he was for you.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he breathed right against your ear, nipping at the lobe before soothing it with his tongue. “Sorry for letting her get too close. Sorry for not making it crystal clear that I’m completely, stupidly in love with you.”
He pushed one finger inside you, curling it just right while his thumb kept working your clit. His other hand stayed on your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple in time with his movements.
“You feel how wet you are already?” he murmured, voice thick. “This is mine. This reaction… only I can pull this out of you. Not her. Never her.”
He added a second finger, thrusting them deeper, slower, dragging against that spot that always made you weak. His hips kept moving, pressing his hardness against you with more urgency now, the friction driving you both crazy.
“Still not turning around?” he teased softly, though his voice was strained with need. He kissed along your neck and shoulder, sucking lightly on your skin as his fingers worked you open. “That’s okay… I’ll keep proving it like this until you can’t hold back anymore. Until the only name on your lips is mine.”
You moaned softly, the sounds slipping out breathy and uncontrolled — “Ah… ah…” — even as you tried to bite them back. Your body betrayed you completely, leaning back into Sunghoon’s warmth despite your stubborn mind still refusing to turn around. The heat of him pressed against you felt too good, and without thinking, your legs shifted, wanting to spread wider for his hand, craving more of his touch.
Sunghoon groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your back as he felt you responding.
“Fuck, baby… that sound,” he whispered hotly against your ear.
His fingers moved with more purpose now, thrusting deeper into you while his thumb circled your clit faster, slick sounds filling the quiet room. He felt the way your thighs parted slightly for him and took full advantage, hooking one of his legs over yours to hold you open as he pressed even closer.
“You’re still not turning around,” he murmured, a mix of amusement, “but your body’s telling me everything I need to know.” He curled his fingers perfectly inside you, stroking that sensitive spot over and over while grinding his hard length against your ass in time with his movements.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he continued, lips trailing wet kisses down your neck and shoulder, sucking lightly to leave faint marks. “Sorry for making you jealous. Sorry for not showing you sooner how much you own me.” His free hand slid back under your shirt, cupping and squeezing your breast, pinching your nipple just hard enough to make you whimper again.
“Feel how wet you are for me? How your body’s opening up even when you’re trying to stay mad?” He nipped at your earlobe, breathing heavily. “That’s my girl. Let me prove it… let me make you feel so good you forget everything except us.”
Your moans grew a little louder despite yourself, your back arching into his chest as pleasure started to cloud your stubbornness. Your legs trembled, spreading just a bit more, silently begging for everything he was giving.
Sunghoon’s breath was ragged now, his hardness pressing insistently against you through his clothes.
“Still not turning, baby?” he teased breathlessly, though his voice was thick with need. “That’s fine… I’ll stay right here and keep proving it until you’re shaking and moaning my name.”
You moaned breathily, the words tumbling out in a needy, broken whisper as pleasure overtook your stubbornness. “Baby… ah… ah… fuck… hmm, faster…”
Your body arched back against him even more, legs spreading wider without you meaning to, hips rolling back to meet his fingers. You still refused to turn around, face buried in the pillow, but your body was fully surrendering — chasing his touch, silently begging for more.
Sunghoon’s breath hitched, a deep, satisfied groan escaping him at your words.
“Fuck, that’s my girl,” he rasped against your neck, voice thick with lust. “You want it faster? I’ll give you faster, baby.”
He immediately obeyed, thrusting his fingers deeper and quicker inside you, curling them with every stroke to hit that perfect spot while his thumb rubbed tight, fast circles on your clit. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers moving filled the room as he pumped harder, giving you exactly what you asked for.
“That’s it… let go for me,” he murmurs hotly, lips sucking on the sensitive skin of your neck. “I’m so fucking sorry for making you doubt me. Sorry for every second Nabi was near me. This is all yours — my hands, my body, my everything. Only you get me like this.”
He ground his hips against your ass in rhythm with his fingers, his hard cock pressing insistently through his pants, teasing you with what was coming. His other hand stayed on your breast, squeezing and tugging at your nipple in time with the faster pace between your legs.
“You sound so pretty moaning for me even when you’re mad,” he whispered, nipping at your shoulder. “Keep saying my name, baby. Keep telling me what you need. I’ll prove it all night if I have to — gonna make you cum until the only thing you remember is how much I love you.”
His fingers moved even faster, deeper, relentless and precise, driving you higher with every thrust. Your moans grew louder, your body trembling against his as the pleasure built rapidly. He kept you locked in his arms from behind, spooning you tightly, determined to melt every last bit of your jealousy away.
You moaned desperately, the sounds breaking apart as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside you. “Mm… i- i ha— ahh—!”
Your body finally betrayed you completely. Even though you’d sworn you wouldn’t, you turned your head just enough to glance back at him over your shoulder, eyes glassy and half-lidded with overwhelming need. “Baby… baby…” you whimpered brokenly, the words spilling out like a plea.
Your hand shot down, fingers wrapping tightly around his wrist, holding him right there as your orgasm crashed over you hard. Your whole body trembled violently against his, thighs shaking, walls clenching around his fingers while your hips jerked back into his hand. A loud, shaky moan tore from your throat as waves of pleasure flooded you, leaving you gasping and trembling uncontrollably in his arms.
Sunghoon groaned deeply at the sight of you finally looking at him, even if just a little. His dark eyes locked onto yours.
“Fuck, baby… that’s it. Come for me,” he rasped, voice hoarse and full of awe. He kept his fingers moving through your orgasm, slower now but deep and steady, drawing it out as long as possible while you trembled and clenched around him. “So pretty when you fall apart like this….”
He leaned in, pressing his forehead against the side of your head, lips brushing your cheek and temple as he whispered hotly, “I’ve got you. I’m right here. I’m so sorry, Y/N… I love you so much. Only you.”
His free hand stroked soothingly over your stomach and hip, holding you close through the aftershocks while his other hand stayed buried between your legs, gently petting you as you came down. Your grip on his wrist was still tight, and he made no move to pull away — content to let you anchor yourself to him.
Even as your breathing slowly evened out, your body still twitched with little tremors, and Sunghoon kept you wrapped securely in his arms from behind, pressing soft, apologetic kisses along your neck and shoulder.
“You still mad at me, baby?” he murmured tenderly against your skin, a hint of a smile in his voice. "do I need to keep proving it?” his fingers continued their gentle, soothing touches.
You whimpered softly, still trembling in the aftershocks as you looked back at him over your shoulder, eyes glossy and cheeks flushed. “Ah… don’t… don’t move… ah…”
Your voice was shaky and needy, barely above a whisper. You hated how easily you became like this with him — so desperate, so weak for his touch even when you’d been determined to stay mad. But right now, with his fingers still buried inside you and your body pulsing around them, you couldn’t bear the thought of him pulling away.
You nodded slightly, eyes locked with his in that half-turned position, silently telling him to stay exactly where he was.
Sunghoon’s gaze darkened with fresh hunger as he watched you, but his expression stayed soft and full of love. “I won’t move, baby,” he murmurs gently.
He kept his fingers deep inside you, perfectly still now, letting you clench and flutter around them as you recovered. His thumb rested lightly against your clit, not rubbing, just warm pressure. His other arm wrapped tighter around your waist, holding you securely against his chest while he pressed slow, tender kisses along your jaw and the corner of your lips — the closest he could get without you fully turning.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered against your skin, breath hot. “All needy and whimpering for me… even after trying so hard to stay mad.” There was no teasing in his tone, only raw affection and lingering guilt. “I hate that I made you feel insecure. I’m right here, Y/N. Not going anywhere.”
He stayed spooned tightly behind you, body heat enveloping you completely. His hard cock was still pressed firmly against your ass, twitching with need, but he didn’t grind or rush — just held you through the sensitivity, letting you adjust while his fingers remained buried inside your warmth.
Your breathing was still ragged, body twitching occasionally with little aftershocks. You hated how much you craved him right now, how your hips kept making tiny, involuntary movements against his hand, but you couldn’t stop it. And Sunghoon noticed every single one.
“Take your time, baby,” he cooed softly, nuzzling into the back of your neck. “I’ll stay just like this until you’re ready. But when you are…” His voice dropped lower, lips brushing your ear, “I’m gonna prove it even better. Gonna fuck all that jealousy out of you until the only thing you feel is me.”
He kissed your shoulder again, patient and loving, waiting for you to recover while keeping you full and close, his fingers unmoving exactly as you asked.
You turned your head away again, burying your face back into the pillow and giving him your back once more as you tried to catch your breath. Your body was still trembling slightly, sensitive and buzzing from the orgasm, but you couldn’t stop the words from spilling, frustrated whisper.
“I… I hate you when you make me needy for you,” you mumbled, voice muffled and breathless. “I- I want you, baby…”
Even as you said it, the contradiction hung in the air — still stubbornly facing away, still trying to hold onto some sliver of control, but your body and words were clearly craving more.
Sunghoon let out a low, rough groan at your confession, his fingers still buried deep inside you, unmoving just like you’d asked. He pressed his forehead against the back of your head, breathing you in as his arm tightened around your waist.
He slowly started moving his fingers again — gentle, shallow thrusts at first, letting you adjust after your climax. His thumb brushed lightly over your still-sensitive clit, drawing a fresh whimper from you.
“I know you’re still mad,” he whispered hotly against your neck, lips trailing kisses along your skin. “And I deserve it. But hearing you say you want me like this… it drives me crazy.”
He carefully slid his fingers out of you, only so he could tug your shorts and panties down your thighs in one smooth motion. You felt him shifting behind you, the rustle of fabric as he pushed his own pants and boxers down just enough to free himself. His hard cock pressed bare and hot against your ass, sliding between your thighs teasingly.
“Tell me how you want it, baby,” he murmurs, he lined himself up, the tip brushing against your slick entrance. One arm wrapped securely around your waist, holding you close from behind, while his other hand gripped your hip. “You don’t have to turn around… just say it. Want me to fuck you like this? Slow and deep so you feel every inch of how sorry I am?”
He rocked his hips forward just enough to nudge inside you a little, teasing, waiting for your answer while his lips kept pressing soft, apologetic kisses to your shoulder and the back of your neck.
“I love you, y/n So fucking much. Let me prove it… let me take care of my needy girl.”
Your breathing was still uneven, heart racing as you stayed curled away from him — stubborn on the outside, but aching for him on the inside.
You slowly glanced back at him over your shoulder again, eyes still hazy and cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and desire. “I- I want it, baby…” you whispered shakily, voice barely holding together.
Even as the words left your mouth, you stubbornly continued, mumbling under your breath, “I- I’m not needy…”
The denial sounded weak even to your own ears — especially with your body still trembling from the aftershocks, your hips subtly pushing back against him, and the way you were clenching around nothing now that his fingers were gone.
Sunghoon’s eyes met yours, dark and intense, a soft smirk tugging at his lips despite the heavy lust in his gaze. “Not needy, huh?” he teased gently “Baby, you’re dripping down my cock and still trying to deny it… so fucking cute.”
He didn’t wait any longer. Keeping his eyes locked on yours in that half-turned position, he slowly pushed inside you from behind, inch by inch, stretching you open with a deep groan. “Fuck… so tight and wet for me,” he breathed, one hand gripping your hip tightly while the other stayed wrapped around your waist, holding you flush against him.
Once he was fully buried inside you, he stilled for a moment, letting you feel every thick inch of him. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to your cheek and jaw in soft, desperate kisses.
“I know you’re still mad at me,” he whispered hotly against your skin, starting to move in slow, deep thrusts. “But you want this… you want me. And I’m gonna give it to you, baby. Gonna fuck you so good you forget all about Nabi.”
His pace stayed deliberate at first — long, dragging strokes that made your breath hitch every time he bottomed out. He kept you spooned tightly against him, never letting you pull away, his body completely wrapped around yours from behind. Every thrust was accompanied by soft, sincere apologies murmurs against your neck.
“I’m sorry… so sorry, Y/N…” Thrust. “Only you. Always you.” Thrust. “I love you so much, baby.”
Even as you tried to deny your neediness, your body was honest — pushing back to meet his thrusts, soft whimpers and moans escaping despite yourself. Sunghoon noticed everything, his hand sliding down to rub slow circles on your clit again, intensifying the pleasure while he kept fucking you deep and steady.
“Look at me a little longer, baby,” he coaxed huskily, eyes never leaving your face even as you tried to hide it again. “Let me see how much you want this… how much you need me too.”
You glanced back at him again, lips parted as soft, desperate sounds escaped you. Your eyes were half-lidded, almost closing from the overwhelming pleasure, while your hand gripped the pillow tightly in front of you. “Ahh… baby…” you moaned louder, the sound breaking apart as his deep thrusts continued.
Your other hand instinctively reached down, wrapping around his wrist where his fingers were rubbing tight circles on your clit. “Baby… baby… ah—!”
It felt like too much. He was pushing you with too many sensations at once — his thick cock stretching and filling you with every slow, powerful thrust from behind, his fingers working your clit, his body completely wrapped around yours, hot and unrelenting. Your thighs trembled, breath coming in short, broken gasps as pleasure bordered on overwhelming.
Sunghoon groaned deeply, the sound raw and needy against the back of your neck. He didn’t stop, but he slowed his thrusts just a fraction, making them longer and deeper, grinding against that spot inside you with every roll of his hips.
“Fuck, y/m… you’re so tight around me,” he rasped, voice strained with pleasure. His eyes stayed locked on your face even in that half-turned position, drinking in every expression you made. “Look at you… trying so hard to stay mad but falling apart on my cock like this.”
He kept his wrist steady under your grip, but his fingers never stopped their delicious torture on your clit, rubbing in perfect sync with his thrusts. His free arm tightened around your waist, pulling you back harder against him so there was no space left between your bodies.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he whispered hotly, lips brushing your ear. “Let it be too much. I want you to feel all of it. Feel how sorry I am… how much I need you.” He kissed the side of your face desperately, nipping at your jaw. “You’re not needy, remember? You’re just mine.”
Even as he teased you gently, his pace started to pick up again — deeper, a little faster, the wet slap of skin against skin mixing with your moans. He kept you anchored, spooned tightly from behind, overwhelming you with sensation while murmuring soft apologies and praises between thrusts.
“You feel so good… so perfect. Come on, baby. Moan louder for me. Let me hear how much you want this.”
You moaned louder, the sounds spilling out uncontrollably as pleasure overwhelmed. “Sunghoon… ah… ah… baby—”
Your hand kept moving restlessly over his wrist, trying to push his fingers away from your clit one second, only to pull them back harder the next — torn between it being too much and never wanting it to stop. Every circle of his thumb sent sparks shooting through you, making your moans grow even louder and more broken. “Ah… ahh—!”
You turned your face away again, burying it into the pillow, but this time you leaned fully back against his chest, pressing your back flush to him. Your body sought his heat, arching into every deep thrust while your hips rolled back to meet him.
Sunghoon groaned loudly against your neck, the sound rough and desperate as he felt you leaning into him like that.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he breathed hotly against your ear, lips brushing your skin with every word. “Moaning my name like that even when you’re trying to stay mad at me… I love it. I love you.”
He nipped at your shoulder, then soothed it with wet kisses, his hips snapping forward a little harder now, the angle perfect with you pressed back against him. His free hand slid up to cup your breast again, squeezing and playing with your nipple as he kept you pinned to his chest.
“Too much?” he teased breathlessly, though his voice was full of affection. “You keep pushing my hand away but pulling it right back… so needy for me, baby. My pretty girl.”
He ground into you slowly for a moment, letting you feel him deep inside, before picking up the pace again — faster, deeper, more insistent. The wet sounds of your bodies moving together filled the room along with your loud moans.
“Sunghoon…?” he repeated softly, almost like a plea, lips right against your ear. “Say it again. Let me hear how much you want me.”
His fingers on your clit sped up, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, pushing you closer and closer to the edge once more while he held you tightly against his chest, refusing to let even an inch of space come between you.
You moaned his name breathily, voice breaking with every thrust. “Sunghoon… baby…”
You could barely keep up anymore. The overwhelming sensations had taken over completely — his thick cock stretching you so perfectly with every deep stroke from behind, his chest pressed flush against your back, his arm locked around your waist holding you in place. You were too focused on the pleasure, mind hazy and body trembling uncontrollably.
“Ah—!”
Your hand moved again, instinctively pulling his wrist away from your overly sensitive clit as the pressure became too intense. “Baby… baby..!” you whimpered desperately, squirming and writhing against him as another powerful orgasm crashed over you hard.
Your walls clenched tightly around his cock, pulsing and fluttering as waves of pleasure ripped through you. Your body shook violently in his arms, hips jerking and squirming as you came, a loud, broken moan tearing from your throat. You pressed your back harder against his chest, face buried in the pillow, thighs trembling and toes curling while you rode out the intense high.
Sunghoon groaned deeply, the sound guttural and raw as he felt you falling apart around him. He kept thrusting through your orgasm — slower now, grinding against that spot inside you to prolong it — but he moved his hand away from your clit the moment you pulled it, sliding it up to your stomach instead, holding you securely.
“Fuck, baby… that’s it. Come so hard for me,” he rasped against your ear, voice strained with his own need. “You’re squeezing me so fucking tight… so good.”
He held you tightly through every tremble and squirm, lips pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulder. One hand stayed firm on your waist, the other gently stroking your stomach and side, soothing you even as he continued slow, deep thrusts inside your pulsing heat.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered tenderly, breath ragged. “I’m so sorry for everything, y/n. I’m right here… only for you. Feel how much I need you?”
Even as you came down from the intense climax, still squirming and whimpering softly, Sunghoon stayed buried deep inside you, holding you close against his chest. He didn’t pull out, just rocked gently, letting you feel every inch of him while you recovered.
You let out a soft, breathless “Hm…” as you tried to catch your breath, your body still rocking with his slow, deep thrusts. The pleasure hadn’t let up even after your orgasm, and the way he kept moving inside you made it almost impossible to think straight.
“I- I forgive you, baby…” you whimpered, voice shaky and broken between moans. “I forgive… ahh… don’t— don’t ever do that again…”
The words came out vulnerable and needy, your back still pressed firmly against his chest, face half-buried in the pillow even as you finally gave in. Your body trembled with every thrust, still sensitive and fluttering around him, but the jealousy that had been weighing on you finally started to crack and melt away.
Sunghoon’s breath hitched sharply at your words. A low, relieved groan escaped him as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, holding you even tighter against his chest.
“Fuck… thank you, baby,” he whispered hoarsely, voice thick with emotion and lust. “I won’t. I swear I won’t ever do that again. Never letting anyone get close like that. Only you. Always you.”
His thrusts stayed deep and steady, but they grew more purposeful now — slower, more intimate, like he was pouring every ounce of apology and love into each roll of his hips. One arm stayed locked around your waist, the other hand gently stroking your stomach and side as he kept you flush against him.
“You’re mine,” he murmured hotly against your ear, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your neck. “And I’m yours. I’m so fucking sorry for hurting you, y/n.”
He angled his hips slightly, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust, drawing more soft, broken moans from you. Even though you were forgiving him, he didn’t stop moving — he kept making love to you from behind, savoring the way you clenched around him.
“I love you so much, baby,” he breathed, voice rough. “Gonna spend the rest of the night reminding you… gonna make you feel so good you never doubt me again.”
His hand slid down to gently rub your clit again, lighter this time, careful with your sensitivity while he continued thrusting. He nipped softly at your shoulder, then soothed it with his tongue, completely wrapped around you — body, heart, and all.
You moaned breathlessly, still pressed back against his chest, body rocking with every deep thrust as you tried to speak through the pleasure. “Ah… you… you only want me, right..? Ah…”
the question came out needy and vulnerable, your voice trembling as another wave of sensation hit you.
Sunghoon groaned deeply, the sound vibrating against your back.
“Fuck yes, baby,” he rasped hotly against your ear, voice thick with lust and raw honesty. “Only you. I only want you. No one else gets this cock… no one else makes me this fucking hard. Just you, y/n. Only my pretty, stubborn, perfect girl.”
“Look at how perfectly you take me… so wet and tight, squeezing me like you never want me to leave.” He nipped at your earlobe, breath ragged. “I’m so fucking obsessed with you. Your moans, your body, the way you get jealous and then melt for me like this… it drives me crazy. No one else will ever compare. Nabi? She’s nothing. She doesn’t even exist when you’re in my arms.”
His hand slid lower, fingers finding your clit again and rubbing slow, teasing circles. “This pussy is mine. This heart is mine. I’m yours completely, baby. Gonna fuck you slow and deep until you believe it… until the only name you can moan is mine.”
He thrust a little harder, burying himself to the hilt and staying there for a moment, letting you feel him throb inside you. “Feel that? That’s how much I want you. How sorry I am for ever making you doubt it. I love you so fucking much… I’d rather die than lose this. Than lose you.”
Sunghoon’s voice dropped even lower, husky and sweet as he kissed the side of your face. “My needy little baby… so wet and desperate even after cumming twice. But you’re not needy, right?” He chuckled softly, the sound affectionate. “You’re just mine. And I’m gonna keep reminding this tight little pussy who it belongs to until you’re shaking and screaming my name.”
He picked up the pace just slightly — deeper, more possessive thrusts — while holding you flush against his chest, completely wrapped around you from behind. His words kept pouring out, dirty and sweet all at once, filling your ears as he made love to you.
“Tell me again, baby… tell me what you need. I’ll give you everything.”
You kept moaning and whimpering, voice shaky and broken as pleasure clouded your mind. “You… baby, you…” The words barely formed between gasps, your body rocking back against him desperately. Then, in a needy, trembling whisper, you begged, “Please… please… cum inside me…”
Sunghoon’s breath stuttered against your neck, a deep, guttural groan ripping from his chest at your words. His arm tightened almost possessively around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as he fucked you deeper.
“Fuck, baby… you want me to fill you up?” he rasped, voice wrecked with lust. “You want my cum deep inside this pretty pussy?"
“Only you, Y/N,” he groaned hotly against your ear, mixing filthy promises with sweet devotion. “Only you get my cum. Only you get me like this—raw, messy, completely yours. I’m gonna pump you so full you’ll still feel me leaking out of you tomorrow… reminding you who you belong to.”
His fingers on your clit moved faster, rubbing tight, slick circles as his cock throbbed inside you. He kissed and sucked along your neck, leaving faint marks as he chased his own release.
“You’re so fucking perfect when you beg like this,” he whispered, voice rough and loving. “My jealous little baby… melting and whimpering for me to breed you. I love you so much. I’m sorry for everything… and I’m gonna prove it by filling you up just how you want.”
His thrusts became erratic, deeper, hitting that perfect spot over and over as he felt himself getting closer. He held you tight, one hand gripping your hip, the other still working your clit, completely wrapped around you.
“Gonna cum, baby— fuck, I’m so close,” he moaned against your skin. “Cum with me. Let me feel you squeezing my cock while I fill you up… please, Y/N.”
You moaned and whimpered helplessly, body shaking as his thrusts grew frantic and deep. “You… baby, you—” The words dissolved into broken cries as another orgasm slammed into you, even harder than the last. Your walls clenched tightly around his cock, pulsing and fluttering as pleasure ripped through every nerve.
Sunghoon groaned loudly, burying his face in your neck. “Fuck— baby, I’m cumming—!”
With one final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside you and came hard, spilling thick, warm ropes of cum deep into you just like you’d begged. His hips jerked against your ass as he filled you up, groaning your name against your skin while his arm held you possessively tight against his chest. The feeling of him pulsing and releasing inside you prolonged your own orgasm, leaving both of you trembling and breathless.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were your heavy breathing and the rapid beating of your hearts. Sunghoon stayed buried deep inside you, not pulling out, just holding you close as you both came down. His hand gently stroked your stomach and side, pressing soft, lazy kisses along your shoulder and the back of your neck.
You stayed leaning back against his chest, eyes closed, catching your breath. After a few minutes, when your breathing finally steadied, you whispered softly, voice still a little hoarse,
“…I’ll give you head before we go to sleep.”
Sunghoon let out a low, surprised chuckle, the sound warm and affectionate against your skin. He nuzzled into your neck, pressing another tender kiss there as he finally slowly pulled out of you, a trickle of his cum leaking down your thigh.
“Baby…” he murmurs, voice husky and full of love. “You don’t have to do anything. Tonight was supposed to be me proving it to you.” He gently turned you in his arms just enough to look at your face, his eyes soft and glowing. “But fuck… if you really want to, I’m not gonna say no to that pretty mouth.”
He kissed your forehead, then your lips, slow and sweet, pulling you fully against him now. “I love you so much. Thank you for forgiving me. I meant every word… only you.”
You stayed curled against him for a few more moments, catching your breath, but the promise you made lingered in the air. With a soft exhale, you finally pushed yourself up, turning to face him properly for the first time that night. Sunghoon’s eyes followed you, dark and warm with a mix of surprise and fresh desire.
You sat up fully on the bed, adjusting yourself between his legs. You gently pushed his thighs apart to make space, then reached up to fix your slightly messy hair, tucking the damp strands behind your ears so it wouldn’t get in the way. Your oversized t-shirt was still bunched around your waist, and you quickly tugged it off, tossing it aside, leaving you naked.
Sunghoon propped himself up on his elbows, watching you with hooded eyes, his cock still half-hard and glistening from your combined releases. “Baby… you really don’t have to,” he murmurs, though his voice was already getting rough again.
You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you leaned down, settling comfortably between his spread thighs. Your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, giving it a slow, firm stroke as you looked up at him through your lashes. He was already starting to harden again in your grip.
“Fuck…” Sunghoon breathed, one hand gently threading into your hair, not pushing, just holding.
You started slow and teasing — pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his length, from base to tip, tasting both of you on his skin. Your tongue flicked out, tracing the vein underneath before swirling around the sensitive head, licking away the bead of precum that had formed.
“Mmm,” you hummed softly, the vibration making his hips twitch.
You took him into your mouth properly then, lips stretching around his thickness as you sank down, taking as much of him as you could. Your hand stroked what you couldn’t fit, twisting gently while your tongue worked the underside. You bobbed your head slowly at first, savoring him, hollowing your cheeks on the way up and sucking harder.
“Shit, y/n… your mouth feels so good,” Sunghoon groaned, fingers tightening slightly in your hair. “Look at me, baby. Let me see those pretty eyes while you suck me.”
You glanced up at him again, eyes watery but locked on his as you took him deeper, relaxing your throat to swallow around him. The wet, sloppy sounds of your mouth filled the room as you picked up the pace, head moving faster, hand pumping.
Sunghoon’s head fell back for a second with a deep moan before he forced himself to look down again. “That’s it… just like that. You’re so fucking good to me even after I messed up. My perfect girl… taking my cock so well down your throat.”
You whimpered around him, the praise making you even wetter. You pulled off for a moment to catch your breath, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his glistening cock, and stroked him firmly while your tongue licked and teased the tip.
“I forgive you,” you whispered breathlessly, voice hoarse, before diving back down, sucking him harder, faster, determined to make him feel as good as he made you feel earlier.
Sunghoon’s hips started bucking up gently, meeting your mouth as his breathing grew ragged. “Baby— fuck, I’m not gonna last long if you keep doing that… you’re gonna make me cum again.”
His hand in your hair guided you lightly, not forcing, just encouraging as you worked him with your mouth, tongue, and hand in perfect sync. The mix of your earlier release and his fresh precum coated your tongue, and you moaned around him, the vibrations pulling another broken groan from his chest.
You kept sucking him eagerly, head bobbing faster, tongue swirling around his throbbing length as your hand pumped the base in tight, slick strokes. Sunghoon’s moans grew louder, his hips twitching up into your warm mouth as he got closer.
“Baby— fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he warned breathlessly, fingers tightening in your hair. “y/n— ahh—”
With a deep, guttural groan, Sunghoon came hard down your throat. Thick, hot spurts of cum filled your mouth as you kept him wrapped between your lips, taking every drop he gave you. You didn’t pull away — you let him cum fully in your mouth, eyes watering slightly but staying locked on his face as he fell apart for you.
You kept sucking gently even after he started to finish, milking him through the aftershocks. Your tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, drawing out every last bit until he was no longer leaking. Only when he was completely spent and starting to soften did you slowly pull off, a thin string of saliva and cum connecting your lips to his tip for a moment before it broke.
You looked up at him, lips shiny and swollen, and swallowed visibly — every drop of him sliding down your throat with a soft, satisfied hum.
“Fuckk…” Sunghoon breathed out shakily, staring down at you with dark, adoring eyes. His chest was still heaving as he gently tugged you up toward him. “You’re incredible, baby. Come here.”
He pulled you into his arms, kissing you deeply despite the taste of himself still on your tongue. The kiss was slow, grateful, and full of love. When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, thumb brushing tenderly over your bottom lip.
“I love you,” he whispered into the quiet room, voice sleepy and sincere. “So much, baby.”
The two of you stayed like that — cuddling face-to-face — until sleep pulled you both under.
next morning as you walked to campus together. Sunghoon had his arm wrapped securely around your waist, pulling you close to his side with every step. His thumb occasionally brushed your hip in gentle circles, and every few seconds he’d lean down to press a quick kiss to your temple a d the top of your head. You looked relaxed and happy, the jealousy from yesterday feeling like a distant memory.
As you approached the usual path near the cafeteria, your friends — Hana, Sophia, and Sunghoon’s group (Niki, Heeseung, Jay, and Jake) — spotted you immediately.
A chorus of teasing erupted right away.
“Wowww,” Niki grinned, eyes wide with mock surprise. “Look at this. Hand around the waist and everything. Yesterday you two were giving us silent treatment and today you’re glued together again?”
Hana laughed, linking arms with Sophia. “I thought we were gonna suffer through another week of y/n giving you the cold shoulder, Sunghoon. What kind of magic did you pull last night?”
Jay smirked, nudging Sunghoon. “Bro, you must’ve really groveled hard. We were already planning how to survive the awkward lunches.”
Jake chuckled, shooting you a playful wink. “Y/N, you folded fast. One night.”
Sunghoon just tightened his grip on your waist, a proud little smile on his lips as he looked down at you. “What can I say? I know how to apologize properly,” he replied smoothly, voice laced with amusement. He leaned down and kissed your cheek right there in front of everyone, clearly unbothered by the teasing.
You felt your cheeks heat up but couldn’t help smiling too, leaning into his side. The group’s laughter and light jabs continued as everyone started walking together toward class.
voice kink is such a weird thing, what do you mean just you saying something in a specific tone, in a specific way is just going to turn me on?, just hearing you will make me horny and desperate for you?, you don’t even have to talk dirty and it’s still going to get me going
Matter of fact, I bet they’re the perfect size for holding someone’s tits. Giving them the lightest squeeze before that menacing side of him comes out. Next thing you know, he’s got his face in between them, mumbling about how soft and warm. Pressing kisses everywhere. Nuzzling in and nipping just a little.
I bet they’d also look good wrapped around a wrist or thigh. Digging in just enough to make the fat of your thigh push back against his fingers as he pins them around his hips.
Or grabbing onto your hips as he pulls you back against him, burying himself to the hilt.
Maybe even around your neck or under your chin, forcing your eyes to meet.
But I bet they’d look the best opening you up for him. His fingers sliding in and out, pausing to curl in that come hither motion he likes to show off on stage. Making you moan for him. There’s nothing like the feeling of him stretching you out on those fingers you adore so much. You’ll never understand how he can dislike them when they’re this talented.
⌗ iwannagetnasty — scenarios where you and jeongin are getting nasty ( WITH LINKS )
( y. jeongin x fem!reader ) • warnings. fingering , unprotected sex , big dick jeongin , oral sex ( fem ), pnv 𓄵 word count. 645 { back to library }
LINK : jeongin knows he’s too big ; but he knows you can take it. folding you in half , slowly pushing half of his thick length inside of you; the rest unable to fit even though you cried for more. “more.” he grunted , his hips never ending. “baby your tiny pussy can’t fit anymore.”
“pl-please.”
hearing your please , he pushed your legs up even higher , pounding into you. “jeongin!”
he cursed , your cunt squeezing him tightly. “you wanted it baby.” your stomach forming a light bulge. “so.. take.. it.”
his pace fastened , your moans growing louder and louder as you reached your peak , cumming.
jeongin has a huge load that he buries deep inside you , by time he’s done with you , and he’s cum it’s leaking out of you , he pulls out with a light slap of your sensitive cunt.
“took all of me like a good girl.”
LINK : jeongin prides himself in being able to make you cum just from his tongue. before you two got together you’d never even felt the bliss of being eaten out — and from that point forward he made sure to eat you out at least once a night , more if he isn’t tired which he usually never is.
he’d had you on your back for what felt like hours now , his tongue flat as he licked your cunt. “jeongin.” you moaned out , he chuckled against your folds , you were about t cum again.
he never denied you the pleasure of cumming , he just never stopped after , you were left shaking. and what did he do? he kept going , sucking your clit listening to you moan , his nose brushing against your bud.
he didn’t eat you out for just your pleasure , he was addicted ; to your scent , to your taste — to you , by the end of the night you’d cum so many times , your vision went white.
and he still wasn’t done , he knew you had at least one or two more in you.
LINK : he loves when you’re loud , but sometimes chan is home and he needs to keep you quiet — so he presses his whole body on you , pushing his cock deep inside you , hearing your soft whines as he rutted into you.
“shh.” he groaned into your ear , kissing your neck. “you gotta be quiet for me.” that was so hard to do with his cock drilling into. “don’t want channie hyung hearing you moan for me.”
he made no effort really into keeping you quiet , and that didn’t stop him from lifting your hips , plunging back inside of you. “i feel it baby.. you gonna cum?”
you let out a yes , begging him to let you cum. “fuck , cum for me,” legs falling flat as you came , legs shaking as he busted , cumming all over your ass , giving it a slap.
chan definitely heard
LINK : although he likes to please you; making you cum on his tongue until you pass out — his cock is a different story , he loves to tease you , sometimes he’ll just fuck you using the tip , sometimes he likes to take his tip , teasing your clit until you’re sobbing for him to put it in.
“innie-ah.” you whined , tears in your eyes. “pl-please.” he laughed softly , his tip was already leaking with pre-cum , circling your clit , teasing you.
“please what baby?” he laughed , mocking your cries. “i’m touching you aren’t i ?” tapping your hardened bud. “your little clit twitching so much , you must be really needy.”
“put it in.” you tried to moving your hips but he just held them down , continuing to tease your clit.
“i don’t know baby.” he mocked. “you look like you’re already about to cum just from this.”
when you continue to beg , he just pushes himself inside to surprise you , mocking your moans , laughing when he feels your legs shaking — you had cum.
Fuck fuck fuck. He's so big please pin me down with those big arms. Legit if he was above you no one would see you under him from those broad shoulders😵💫
⋆˚࿔ᝰ.ᐟ cw: explicit sexual content, cunnlings, hand jobs, dirty talk, praise!(fem receiving), oral sex, pet names, hair pulling, marking, biting, fem!pov, reader x felix, servicetop!felix, dom!felix, lmk if I missed anything.
Summary: Gamer boyfriend felix is ignoring you and playing games while you're in ovulation. He waves you off when all you want is for him to touch you. Maybe you just need to get his attention?
WC: 2k
This work contains mature themes. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!
Your boyfriend, Felix, you have to say is a LOL fein. He's always playing in his free time during schedules. Grinding for hours on end to move to the next rank.
Today was like one of those days, he was finally free and decided to go back to his dorm to play some games. He didn't even know you were home, he went straight to his bedroom and booted up his PC.
You? Well you had been in his dorm all day waiting for him to get back home, so you could jump his bones.
No really, all day since you had opened your eyes that morning.
Ovulation was a bitch and it hit you hard this cycle. You felt heated from the inside out, libido clawing at you like an animal, and you needed something or someone to help the fantasies stirring in your mind. That person who kept playing in the fantasies was your boyfriend. You could have touched yourself but you knew that wouldn't fulfill you. And right now he is currently playing games.
Not even looking around the house to find you or calling you, or texting you.
Maybe you just needed to get his attention. So you slipped into his room without him even hearing, only because he had his headphones on and probably wouldn't even know if a bomb went off.
You were in only panties and one of his shirts fell to your mid thigh. An outfit to definitely make him look at you and want his hands on you. Right?
So you creeped up behind him and stood behind his gaming chair and slid his headphones off his head until they fell on his shoulders.
He glanced back at you briefly. Not even enough to catch what you were wearing. "Oh hey doll." He acknowledged briefly before looking back at his pc screen that was glowing blue lights on his face. Catching all his features and soft freckles that speckled his skin.
When he didn't give you the immediate attention you were hoping for, you frowned softly and looked at your feet.
"Babe…" You whined, twirling your fingers in his blonde silky strands, messing it up slightly.
He waved you off, not even looking back. "Hold on… I'm… busy." He muttered, voice trailing off as the space filled with the rapid clicking of his keyboard and click of his mouse.
You pouted and sighed, leaning against his chair. "Baby please?" You whined, hands slipping to his shoulders and rubbing the knots that usually lay there.
He didn't even answer you, he just tsked softly. How dare he just wave you off when you were very very horny and practically offering yourself up to him like this?
When you kept poking at his shoulders to get him to look at you and he didn’t look over at you, you started to get annoyed.
You huffed hard and then in one motion spun his gaming chair around and dropped on to his lap.His breathing hitched softly, hands almost immediately dropping to your hips and sliding down to squeeze your thighs.
He finally noticed your choice of clothing and smirked. "Oh… Okay… I see. Is my doll just needy? Why didn't you just say that?" He muttered in your earth, warm breath brushing your ear.
You whined softly and buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in that warm scent of his cologne he always wore and the stale practice room air that stuck to his skin. His hands, now rubbing small circles on the inside of your thighs, burned through your skin in blossoms of desire that spread fast everywhere.
It was almost pathetic how fast you got wet. Already soaking through your underwear and leaving a very obvious wet patch.
"Need something? Use your words."
Your nails dug tighter into his arms. "Please… please… I need you please… or you to touch me… I'm just so needy…" You begged softly, your voice trembling. Your warm breath as you spoke hit the back of his neck and made his hair stand.
"Good girl… and look at me… you already got me all hard beneath you." He rasped into your ear and then planted wet kisses on your neck and biting down hard ever so often to make you gasp loudly.
It left a deep bite that was already starting to bloom purple and he leaned back to admire his work, holding your head back with his hand on your jaw."
Fuck you're always so pretty covered in marks." He noted, thumb brushing over an old mark on your jaw. You couldn't help yourself, you rolled your hips against his, needy for friction. It pulled a soft whimper from you when his hands tightened on your hips.
His finger hooking into your underwear to tug at them harshly. "Lift your hips for me baby." He ordered, and you whined sharply as you obeyed and let the damp fabric slide down your legs.
"So wet for me already hm?" He uttered, thumbs dipping down to collect the wetness that slid down your inner thigh.
Then without breaking eye contact, he dipped his thumb into his mouth and tongue swirled around the pad. He watched your eyes go wide and pupils dilate with desire.
"Mm fucking delicious…" He huffed almost smugly. Your pussy throbbed hard, pulsing and clenching around nothing.
Your hips rolled desperate for any friction you could get but he stopped you with his hands on your hips. "In fact, it's so delicious I want some more…" He muttered against your neck before licking a strip down to your collar bone.
Then he was grabbing you, hauling you up in his arms and you squeaked softly, wrapping your thighs around his waist.
Then he was dropping you on the bed in the room, you bounced a few times as your back hit the cool sheets. It tingled chilly even through your thin shirt.
He stood over you for a few seconds and let you watch as he peeled his shirt off his body. He let your eyes drift over the carved figure of him. That was illuminated by the soft glow of his pc still on.
"Open." He ordered, tapping your ankle and your legs spread open to make room for him as he crawled on the bed to your open legs.
Then his breath was hitting the wetness between your thighs, you shuddered hard and finger clenched in the sheets. He huffed a laugh and eyes flickered to you as you looked down at him.
He took in how your pussy had turned a deep red wine color in desire and if it didn't look like something he could ravish until you fell apart on his tongue.
He didn't waste any time, his tongue was tracing your slit and his fingers digging into your thigh and holding them open for him. You let out a very sharp high moan and your hand immediately dropped to his hair.
Your fingers slipping into the blonde strands and clenching to hold him there. Your breathing came in shaky puffs. You pushed yourself up so your head could rest against the bed frame and you could keep looking at him.
He shifted to the new position immediately. His tongue traced your clit and your lips deliberately licking all the wetness off of you and making you even more needy.
When your thighs started shaking because of how bad you needed him to do something more, he laughed against your clit. "Aw, does my doll want more? Shh… I know what you need…" He mumbled against you, sending sparks flying up your spine to the tips of your fingers.
Then his tongue finally delved into your hole and fucking in and out of you. The tip of his tongue hitting your walls.
The sensation of him fucking you with his tongue exactly how you needed it had you practically screaming, you threw your head back and it hit the back board with a soft thunk.When his lips sucked your clit with just the right amount of pressure, your fingers tightened so hard in his hair that it stung.
Then his tongue found you g-spot deep inside of you and brushed over it and you screamed, eyes clenching shut in pleasure.
You were already embarrassingly close, your thighs already starting to shake around his head. He never stopped once, breathing through his nose and lapping and sucking at your pussy exactly how you needed it.
This kept on for a few minutes until you started to feel the clenching of your stomach as you got closer and closer. Your whole body was now shaking and you eventually started to beg.
"Please… Please… fuu— Jesus Christ… 'm gonna fucking— ah! Please let me…" You babbled helplessly, voice almost a pathetic sob. Your breath stumbled down to shaky exhales.
He took that as a sign to fuck you harder with his tongue. You were right there… so fucking cl—
You screamed so loud it could probably be heard through the whole dorm and your thighs clenched around his head to keep him there as you came on his tongue. White light blurred the edges of your vision and your stomach lurched hard.
He tongue fucked you all the way through your orgasm not even slowing once.
His name on your tongue eventually turns into a soft sob as your thighs unclenched around his head and you gently let go of his hair that you had in a death grip.
Your breathing slowed eventually and then he kissed your clit softly and moved to pull you into a hug. "It's okay doll is got you… Shh… breathe." He mumbled in your hair, pressing soft kisses along your hairline.
You felt his hardness press against your thigh in his pants as he cradled you in his arms. Then you heard a low hiss from his lips when you deliberately shifted to press against it.
"Here let me…" You whispered, voice moving to his pants and then the quiet sound of a button popping and a zipper being tugged down.
You freed him from his boxers and started to stroke him slowly. He pulsed in your hands, already leaking from the tip and dribbling on the sheets. He groaned and dug his fingers into your thigh.
You made sure to stroke him tip to base, trying to give him a hand job and good as he just gave you oral.
Your thumb brushed his tip with every upward stroke and it made his breath hitch every time. Your other hand moved to fondle his balls in your hands.
He was now breathing heavy, his chest heaving and groaning deeply at every stroke of your hand.
His hand moved to grab your jaw and then he was pulling you into a heated kiss. Your taste still on his tongue, he transferred the taste as his tongue over brushed yours.
It was a heated kiss that only broke to get air then right back down every time hungrier than the last.
"Fuck…" He groaned in your mouth when you squeezed him at his base. He pulsed in your hand when you started stroking him faster in a dedication to making him come in your hand.
He grunted and his hips rusted into your hand immediately without thinking. "Baby… fuck… 'M gonna come… shii—" His words jumbled together in a heated mutter against your lips.
Then with a shallow thrust into your fist, he came, white spurts of cum that landed on his chest and on your hands. It dripped off your hand and on the sheets. He groaned out your name and pulled you into a kiss and he moaned into your mouth.
When his heart rate finally fell back to normal rate he was pulling you against his chest and burying his face in your neck. His teeth scraped against your neck as he panted softly.
The room reeked of sweat and sex now. A familiar smell that somehow calmed.
He buried his face in your boobs and then spoke, voice raspy. "Next time when I ignore you… just start ripping off my clothes… I'll get the memo." He whispered, and you felt the smirk against your neck when you huffed a laugh.
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you’re just trying to volunteer for a summer charity event at the pier, but you meet an infuriatingly handsome guy who makes it his mission to get under your skin
pairing: han jisung x fem!reader
genre: fluff, humor, smut
content: jisung is annoying (affectionate), ft. yeji from itzy and jihyo from twice, semi-public sex (car), fingering, riding, creampie, dry humping, unprotected sex (p in v)
word count: 7.0k
a/n: thank you so much for all the love you've shown us so far!!! i thought of this as soon as belen asked me to do this event with her and i wrote it immediately lol. this one was my personal favorite to write, it's just a fun time!! ♡
♡ m.list
a wet hot skz summer event masterlist ☼ schedule
When your company sent out an email saying that they needed volunteers for a charity event at the pier this weekend, you rolled your eyes at the idea. A whole day of small talk with coworkers you barely tolerate, surrounded by corporate greed, but pretending that you just love working for them? Hard pass.
You signed up anyway.
Yeji, your coworker and best friend, would be there too. She’s kind of the one who convinced you to sign up for it, even though you were reluctant at first. She dangled the idea of getting a promotion in front of your face, and you were hooked immediately.
What she failed to mention was that you’d have to sign up for specific booths upon arrival, and that setup started bright and early at 8 am on a Saturday.
“I thought we were just going to unload some boxes and maybe set up some tents,” you groan, moving the trolley of boxes up the angled ramp of the pier. “I don’t want to talk to strangers and beg for money!”
“First of all, you’re not begging for money,” your friend quips. “You’re asking for donations! To save the turtles!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, for the turtles.” You shove the trolley the rest of the way up the creaky planks and stop at the volunteer booth.
“Good morning, ladies!” Jihyo greets the two of you through her megaphone, far too cheerily for this early in the morning. You aren’t surprised she’s running the show, you just wish she weren’t so damn loud. You love her anyway, she was the only one who really tried to show you the ropes when you first joined the company.
“Hi, Jihyo,” you groan, trying to put on your best enthusiastic smile and wave.
“Have you two signed up for your booths yet? Almost all the good ones are gone!” Jihyo gestures to the clipboard on the table behind her. You exchange a look with Yeji and let out a huff of air before heading over to the table.
“By the way, the booth that makes the most money gets a special surprise in the office on Monday!” Jihyo adds, like it’ll somehow make you more excited for hours of sitting around doing nothing. “The kissing booth wins almost every year!”
A kissing booth? In a post-pandemic world?
“That sounds unsanitary and disgusting,” you scoff.
“Oh, c’mon, you don’t have to kiss them on the lips!” she states, like it makes the idea sound any more appealing. “Unless you see a cute guy.” She winks, pushing the clipboard closer.
“That sounds kinda fun, plus we’d be together!” Yeji chimes in. “It won’t be that bad, plus whatever this surprise is, it’s probably worth it!”
You both know the “special office surprise” is more than likely just a stupid pizza party or a gift card. Neither of which is worth having to kiss a bunch of strangers for.
The two of them put on their best puppy eyes as they turn to look at you. “For the turtles?” they say in unison, very creepily.
“Okay, fine!” You give up. These stupid turtles are going to be the death of you.
Maybe a kissing booth won’t actually be that bad. The best case scenario, some handsome guy comes along and gives you his number, sweeps you off your feet, and hopefully, ends your dry spell you’ve been having when it comes to dating.
But then you think about how many people you totally, super, don’t want to kiss, and you shudder at the thought. Cheek kisses for everyone it is.
The sun is starting to rise higher, your fingers are covered in glue, and you’re breaking a sweat trying to help Yeji add the last of the decorations to your booth.
“I’ll go first, if that helps ease your mind,” Yeji chirps up, handing you a stack of glittery pink letters. “You can walk around and play some games!” It does, even just a little.
“Thank you,” you say. “I’m sorry if I’m being a grouch. I’ll try to make the best of today.”
That sentiment is quickly proven false by a flying volleyball that hits your booth, knocking down most of your hard work.
“What the fuck?” you exclaim, almost too stunned to move. You turn to where the ball came from and see a guy with messy brown hair and a blue volunteer shirt jogging over to you.
“I’m so sorry!” he says, running over. You glare at him, and he just smiles back at you.
You can’t find any kind words to say, so you don’t say anything at all as you hand him back his ball. Now you’re going to have to spend extra time redoing the decorations. Fucking dick.
“What booth are you working?” he asks as he takes the ball from you. You look back at him, still pissed off, but surprised now. Your face doesn’t exactly scream friendly and open to conversation right now, and he’s ballsy for trying.
“Hi, I’m Jisung.” He extends his hand out, a grin still planted on his face. “And again, I’m really, really sorry.” He seems apologetic, even if he’s wildly careless. It doesn’t hurt that he’s cute, too.
It’s good enough for now. You wanted to have a good day, and you weren’t going to let a flying ball ruin that. You introduce yourself, begrudgingly shaking his hand. “We’re working the kissing booth.” God, it’s even more embarrassing to say it out loud.
“Wow, really? I didn’t think they still did that.”
“It’s for charity!” you scoff at him.
“Right, the turtles,” he laughs, glancing around your shoulder at your booth, now in shambles thanks to him. “I’ll uh…stop by later.” He sends you a wink and turns, taking the stray ball with him.
Your face must be all scrunched up because Yeji just laughs at you.
“Who even is that?” You turn to start fixing up your booth, the look of disgust still on your face.
“Han Jisung,” she says, like he’s someone important. “The I.T. guy? The one you’re supposed to call when you click on those stupid phishing emails by accident?”
“Oh,” you say. He works at your company, too? “I’ve never met him.” Which is kind of amazing, because you click on those stupid things all the time.
“I think he likes you,” she says with a wink. You roll your eyes at her.
After an extra twenty minutes of re-decorating the booth, the letters are plastered right on the front and shimmer in the sunlight. Slightly crooked, but readable. Patrons are starting to come by, and you get a sinking feeling in your gut.
“Walk around, have a good time!” Yeji shoos you away from the booth as you’re taking a sip of your water. You oblige, since you don’t have too long before it will be your turn at the kissing booth.
“If this goes horribly, I’m blaming you,” you tell her.
“If you find a nice, handsome guy, you’ll be thanking me.” You huff out a laugh and turn to explore the rest of the event.
The pier is lined with tents of games and sponsors of the event. On a normal day, there would be a few rides present and families with children lined up to get on the ferris wheel. Today, there are mostly adults wearing their company's clothing, making small talk with each other. Networking, you suppose.
You walk to the edge of the pier where the crowd is thinner and take a deep breath, staring out into the ocean. The warmth from the sun hits your face, providing comfort in the already chaotic day. You don't love a crowd, but you were trying to keep yourself steady. Today will be a good day, you tell yourself.
The smell of hot dogs and popcorn wafts around you, and it reminds you of a simpler time. Boardwalks in the summertime with your family, the taste of cotton candy, and passing out after a long swim in the ocean. Kids pass by on bikes, and you let out a sigh. You missed being young when life was full of fun, and you didn’t have to worry about rent or a corporate job.
You turn to walk back down the pier towards your booth, taking note of the different games you could play on your break later. They had all the standard carnival games: a ring toss, throwing balls at bottles, squirt gun races, and….a dunk tank?
The sounds of bells and chatter cut through your thoughts as you approach the game. You can’t see who’s running it through the crowd of people gathered around it, but you can certainly hear them. You hear a familiar voice, teasing the patrons who have shown up at the booth.
“Oh, c’mon! My grandma throws better than that!” You weave through the crowd to the front, and you finally see him.
Han Jisung, still in his volunteer shirt, caged in a dunk tank. Dry from head to toe, and talking shit like his life depends on it. “Put some elbow into it, old man!”
Now he’s just being mean. The people seem to love it, though, cackling and pointing as they dig out their wallets to try and get him to shut up. You watch two, then three people line up to grab their balls. The first guy misses the target all three times. The second hits the cage, making Jisung jump and almost fall off his seat. You try to stifle your laugh with your fist, but seeing him like this is hilarious. The third guy misses, and half the crowd seems to give up. It doesn’t look that hard.
“Hey, kissing booth!” Shit. He saw you.
“Me?” you point to yourself, as if he could be talking to anyone else. People start looking over, and you feel like you could crawl into a hole.
“Yeah, you!” he points. “Why don’t you come show them how it’s done?”
You were still slightly irritated at him for fucking up your booth earlier, so you agreed. He looks like he could use a little cooling off anyway. You paid at the booth and took the balls to the starting line.
You take a deep breath and cock your arm back, aiming straight for the target. You throw a bit too wide and hit the spot right next to it.
“Okay, now once more with feeling!” Jisung teases, and your tongue pokes out of your cheek in response. He’s infuriating.
You throw the second one harder, faster. It dings the edge of the bullseye but doesn’t hit it hard enough to send him into the water.
“You gotta hit the target, sweetheart!” he calls with a wink. You clench your jaw. You have to make this. For your own pride and revenge for your booth.
“Do you ever stop talking?” you hiss at him.
“Depends, do you ever stop missing?”
He’s done it now. You let the last ball fly, and hold your breath as you watch it spin towards the target.
Ding!
“Oh sh—”
Splash!
You hear a series of hoots and hollers from the audience behind you. Jisung flails into the water and hits the bottom. You watch through the glass as he pushes himself back up to the surface and paddles to the ladder. A satisfied smile creeps across your face, and you fold your arms in front of you as you wait for him to come back up.
He runs his hand through his wet hair, still blinking away what you’re sure is very, very cold water. His clothes stick to his body, and you notice his muscled arms and lean frame. He’s kind of hot. You snap yourself out of it when he opens his mouth.
“That was personal,” he says, still spitting out water.
“No, that was funny,” you laugh. You start walking forward towards the cage until you’re only a couple of feet from it. “This is personal.” And without batting an eye, you reach over and push the target with your hand.
Ding!
“Wait!”
Splash!
You don’t wait for him to come up before you walk away with a wide smile on your face.
Were you flirting with him? Maybe. But you got a kick out of flustering him, because he’s way too cocky for his own good. He needed to be humbled, and if you had to be the one to do it, then so be it.
“I’ll see you later, kissing booth!” he calls out after you as you weave through the crowd. You roll your eyes so far back into your head it’s basically a full 360.
You catch yourself smiling as you’re walking back to your booth, and promptly shake any thoughts of Jisung away. You will not think of him. Not him jogging over to you this morning. Not him, wet and flustered after you dunked him. Not the fact that he might, maybe, possibly, stop by later.
“You’re back!” Yeji calls out as you walk up to the booth. “Did you have fun?”
“Yeah, I did actually,” you reply. You recount the story of Jisung and the dunk tank, both of you laughing to yourselves.
“Do you think he’ll stop by later?” she asks, a sly smirk on her face.
“Oh, god, I hope not.” You’re a liar. A big, fat, pants-on-fire liar.
“Riiighhhttt.” She nods her head with a knowing look, and you know she can see right through you. “Well, it’s your turn!”
Right. And now you get to regret every single life choice you’ve made that has brought you to this single moment. You’re hoping it’s not that bad, and you don’t know if the thought of Jisung showing up repulses you or excites you.
“Don’t forget your chapstick!”
The heat is starting to get to you, even in the protection of the tent that drapes over the booth. You started your shift not even an hour ago, and you’ve already kissed several grandmas, a dude that looked like he lost a bet, and a couple of girls. You’re counting the cash when you hear a mechanical shriek and a familiar voice echoing across the pier.
“STEP RIGHT UP, FOLKS!” Oh god. Please, god, no. You turn towards the noise, and sure enough, Jisung is standing not 10 feet from your booth, screaming into a megaphone.
“Donate to a good cause and kiss a beautiful volunteer! Don’t miss out, she won’t be here all day!”
You’re about to die of embarrassment if he doesn’t stop this nonsense.
“ONLY FIVE DOLLARS! Cheaper than therapy and probably just as healing!” God dammit, where’s Jihyo when you need her?
“Who gave him a megaphone?” you ask, turning towards Yeji. She just shrugs, her lips pressed together, trying to suppress a laugh. This is mortifying.
He finally turns to face you, and you lock eyes. He has a smug ass grin on his face, and you’re trying to gesture to him to tell him to cut it out. But of course, he doesn’t listen, because it’s fucking Han Jisung and he’s the most annoying person to ever breathe the same air as you. He just raises the megaphone back to his mouth.
“LADIES, GENTLEMEN, AND OUR NON-BINARY FRIENDS! The same person who VIOLENTLY dunked me in a tank this morning is currently accepting kisses for charity!”
“I’m gonna strangle him,” you mutter under your breath. Yeji snorts behind you.
“I think you like him,” she says.
You whip your head around at the speed of light with a look on your face that could definitely kill someone. “I. Do. Not.”
She’s unconvinced.
“Jisung! What the fuck are you doing!?” you try to shout quietly, but your anger cuts through the chatter of the crowds quite easily.
“Yes?” he says, through the fucking megaphone, because he’s insane and everything is a joke to him.
“Why aren’t you working the dunk tank?”
“I’m on a break!”
“Stop screaming! We can all hear you!”
He maintains eye contact with you, and for a second, you think that he might just let it go. And then, he slowly lifts the megaphone back to his mouth, and you’re covering your ears in preparation.
“ALSO! Just so everyone knows, she has a VERY STRONG throwing arm!” He gets a few laughs from that one, and that’s when you realize that he has a crowd of people standing around him, laughing at his dumb jokes. You’re five seconds away from throwing yourself over the edge of the pier and letting the sea take you.
“I hate you!” you shout back.
“AND SHE HATES ME! But that makes it more exciting!” He sends a wink your way. You cover your face with your hands, praying it's a dream.
He seems content enough with his little show to abandon it and walk over to your booth. He looks annoyingly pleased with himself as he finally sets the megaphone down.
“Where did you even get that?” you ask, still fuming.
“Nicked it from Jihyo,” he chuckles. “She’s probably looking for me now.” You close your eyes and sigh. If the turtles don’t kill you, Jisung certainly will.
“You’re evil, you know that?”
“Evil? But I just got you three more customers!” You glance around his shoulder, and sure enough, there are several people walking towards you. That little shit.
“You are insufferable.”
“I’m a genius,” he quips back. “Everyone loves a guy that can make them laugh.”
You roll your eyes at him, probably for the fifth time this entire conversation. “Whatever, move, there are people waiting.”
Just when you think he’s about to walk away, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. He pulls out a crisp bill and slides it across the table. Your heart does a somersault. He leans against the counter on both elbows, waiting expectantly.
“Oh, hell no.”
“Oh, yes.” He bats his eyelashes like he’s trying to be cute.
You cross your arms in defiance, and you’re suddenly at a stand-off.
“You know, if you don’t hurry, I might just have to review the kissing booth over the loudspeaker.” He drops the megaphone on the counter, smirking again like he’s won.
Your jaw drops. “You wouldn’t.”
But he just slowly raises it to his mouth. He doesn’t seem like the type to back down from a dare, and you can’t handle any more public humiliation.
“Jesus, fine, pucker up!” You grab the front of his shirt and yank him forward before he can respond. Your lips slam together, and you feel the warmth and softness of his lips. You have half a mind to stay there for longer than a second, but you know there are people watching around you. You pull away before you really want to, and you’re not quite sure where that feeling came from.
Jisung is looking at you like his brain short-circuited.
“Go,” you say, urging him to leave. He seems to snap out of whatever trance you just put him in.
“I’ll come back later,” he says with a wink as he gets up to leave.
You watch him walk away before you let your breath. You turn to look at Yeji, and she’s giving you the smuggest look you’ve ever seen.
“Don’t,” you warn her.
“I didn’t say anything!” she says, putting her hands up in surrender. You glare at her, but you can’t hide the smile that sneaks across your face.
You take care of the rest of the line, cheek kisses only, before you see Jihyo walking up.
“Hey, girls!” she greets you cheerily. “Have you seen Jisung? I think he stole my megaphone.” Yeji snorts, and your face starts to grow hot at the mention of his name.
“Uh, he was just here, not sure where he went though,” you reply. You didn’t want to lie, but there was a part of you that didn’t want to get him in trouble. Even if he probably deserved it.
“Ah, okay. Well, you should switch off, you’ve been here a while.”
Music to your ears. You would love nothing more than to get away from this godforsaken booth.
You’re thankfully not due back at the booth until cleanup, but you can’t help but feel a bit disappointed about it. Time ticks by as you stop by to say hello to some of your fellow coworkers. Even if seeing them outside of the office makes your skin crawl, they’re good people, and you’re making the best of it.
At least the conversations distract you from your thoughts of a particularly annoying man who doesn’t seem to want to leave your brain.
You wander around the pier again, stopping for a pretzel, watching other people play stupid carnival games as the sun starts to set. You’re watching a fairly unskilled man attempt to win a plushie for his girlfriend at balloon darts when you feel someone come up behind you.
“Hey.” And you know exactly who it is. You turn to see Jisung standing there, hands in his pocket, mouth shut for the first time all day. He’s also, unfortunately, dry now.
“Hi,” you say back, your brain unable to conjure a single clever thing to say to him.
“Um, having a good time so far?” He’s being awkward. You feel awkward. You kissed this man just a couple of hours ago, and now you’re trying to think of a way you can get him to kiss you again.
But you just nod your head, hoping he can’t hear your thoughts. “Yeah, it’s been really fun, how about you?”
“Got dunked a couple of times and got to kiss a beautiful girl, pretty good for a work event, I think.”
Your face gets hot at his comment, and you’re not sure how to respond. He seems to get it, though.
“Walk with me?” he asks, gesturing ahead.
“Sure,” you say casually, even though your heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest.
You walk next to each other, casually commenting on the different pier games and how you “could totally beat them.” His shoulder brushes yours accidentally as you’re walking, and you don’t pull away. It’s easy to be around him when he’s not showing off for an audience. He’s pretty calm.
“Oh my god, they even have turtle plushies,” you laugh, pointing up at the hanging turtles above you. You look at him as he looks up at the ceiling.
“I bet I could win one,” he says way too confidently.
“Hey, I’m the one who hit the target,” you smirk. “If anyone’s winning it, it’s me.”
“Okay, let’s see it.” A challenge. One you’ll gladly accept.
He crosses his arms as you step up to the counter. It’s the milk jug game, and you have to knock all the bottles down to get the prize. Piece of cake.
You step back with the balls in hand, and he reaches out to offer to hold the other two. You give him a small smile, thank him softly, and move behind the line.
Your arm cranks back, and you hit the bottles square on. Only one of them topples over, though. You frown at it, wondering how that happened. You know you have to knock all three down at once to win, but you’re determined to get it.
“Try to hit the bottom row,” Jisung whispers in your ear. His voice sends shivers down your spine, and you know if you turned, he would be just inches away from your face.
You shake it off, pull your arm back for a second try, and throw harder. The ball goes flying, and even you're surprised at the speed. The ball hits the cans with a loud thud, knocking two of the bottles down. You’re starting to understand why people always walked away from these games looking annoyed.
As Jisung hands you the third ball, he steps behind you, placing the ball in your hand. “Don’t throw it like you’re mad at it, try it like this,” he says softly. One hand comes up to your elbow to adjust it, and his other hand slides gently on your waist to straighten your posture. Every spot on your skin he touches feels like it’s on fire. You can hardly focus on the bottles in front of you, and all your mind can think of is him.
He steps back, and the cool air brings you back to Earth. You throw it exactly like he showed you, aiming directly for the bottom row. The ball smacks into the bottles, knocking all of them down with a loud crash.
“Woo! Nice job!” Jisung shouts, turning towards you for a high-five. You’re shocked that it worked, and even more shocked that he seems to turn completely back to normal even after that display.
The vendor hands you your stuffed turtle, and you walk away beaming, smiling wider than you have in months.
“Thank you,” you say to Jisung gently. “For helping me.”
“I didn’t do that, you won it,” he says back. “But, uh, yeah, anytime.” He gets shy like he’s replaying the interaction back in his head. You hope he is, because all you can think about is his hand on the small of your back, and where else on your body they might fit.
“Jisung!” You hear a voice call out behind you. It’s definitely Jihyo, coming to probably scold him for stealing her megaphone. You both spin around to see her, hands on her hips. “Give it back.”
“I’m so sorry,” he starts to apologize. “But you should’ve seen the look on her face when—”
“Jisung,” you warn him.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I put it back on your table.” She groans at him and storms off.
You both watch her walk off, and just when she’s out of earshot, you burst out laughing. You were never much of a rule breaker, but something about Jisung and his mostly harmless shenanigans sends you into a fit of laughter. The two of you lean into each other, trying to calm your laughs. You’re standing close enough that anyone passing by might have thought you’d had one too many.
The laughter subsides, and you continue walking to the edge of the pier. The sun is setting now, and streaks of pink, purple, orange, and blue light up the sky. The ocean is dark and mysterious beneath the surface, and the whole scene is beautiful.
“Thank you,” you say gently, leaning against the railing. “Again.”
“For what?” He turns to you, brows pointed up.
“I was grumpy this morning. Thought I’d have a shitty day. But it was fun, and now that I’m thinking about it, it was mostly because of you.”
You exhale, breath unsteady from the sudden confession. Just hours ago, you tried so hard to dislike this man, but something about him convinced you. He’s stupidly handsome,
He smiles widely at you. “I had to do something after fucking up your booth,” he laughs. “Which, I really am sorry for.”
“Apology accepted.”
He doesn’t say anything for a moment. You watch him as he takes a step forward, eyes scanning your face, darting down to your lips. You can feel your heartbeat through your eardrums, and try to keep your breath steady. You’re still squeezing your turtle plushie, using it to keep you tethered to this moment.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks.
“You already kissed me,” you tease.
“Yeah, but that was for the turtles,” he jokes back, and he moves closer, his face hovering only inches away from you. “I want one just for me.”
“Okay.”
He leans forward, and you close the gap, your lips meeting in a more gentle manner this time. You didn’t have time to savor it earlier, but now you get to enjoy it. You feel his plush lips against yours, his hand firmly planted on your waist, the warmth of his body against your chest. You move slowly against his mouth, trying not to seem too eager. He holds tighter like he can feel you hesitate, and brings his other hand up to your jaw. The two of you find a delicious rhythm, holding and kissing each other like you’re the only two left on the damn pier.
It’s fucking heaven.
A mechanical shriek rips through the air, and you both jump at the sound. It’s Jiyho, reunited with her precious megaphone once again.
“Oh, it’s clean-up time,” you say, disappointed. You turn back to him, watching as the breeze blows at the loose strands of hair on his forehead, but the moment has passed.
“Find me before you leave, okay?” he says, squeezing you once more before you part.
You nod your head at him and head back to your booth, your plushie still in your arms.
“You’re quiet,” Yeji points out, folding the tablecloths from your booth into boxes.
“Hmm? Oh, yeah, sorry, long day.” You don’t tell her that you’re dying to go meet back up with the cute guy you just made out with on the pier at fucking sunset.
“Mhm,” she hums. “Waiting for Jisung?”
You snap your head at her. “What?”
“Oh, c’mon, you’ve been staring at him whenever he’s in your field of vision like all day.”
You scoff at her. You’re not admitting anything to her, at least not now. Not really because you’re embarrassed, but because you can’t give her the satisfaction of being right. She sees right through you and holds her head high, pleased with herself.
You think about it as you finish packing up your booth. In the span of a few hours, Han Jisung has managed to go from a complete stranger to the only person at the forefront of your mind.
“And to think, you almost didn’t come today,” Yeji says to you as you say your goodbyes. You give up on giving her any sassy comebacks, mostly because it’s been a long day, but also because you can’t keep up the act anymore. She’s right, you can’t wait to see Jisung again.
As soon as the last box is packed up and loaded back into the van, you wait for her with puppy dog eyes for her to let you go. She takes her time closing up the van and giving you a long hug before she makes jokes in your ear.
“Be safe, let me know if you’re going home tonight, yeah?” You nod your head. “And for the love of God, use a condom.”
You give her a playful slap as you pull away from the hug, and watch her hop into the van and drive off. You look around the end of the pier and notice that most of the volunteers have left, but there’s one in particular you’re looking for.
Your feet move in the direction of the dunk tank without you having to think twice about it. Several people pass, hauling boxes and bags of things, nodding at you and telling you to have a good night.
You see him talking to another volunteer under the tent, waving his hands around in that animated way he speaks. He catches your eyes as you walk closer and he lights up. He quickly says his goodbyes to whoever he needs to and jogs over to you.
“Hey, you,” he says, wrapping his arms around you. You can't help but let out a giggle, the sound embarrassingly loud and high-pitched. You bury your face into his shoulder to hide. God, you feel like a schoolgirl with a stupid little crush.
You walk side by side down the empty pier, fingers intertwined. You hear the soft sound of the water lapping at the wooden posts below you. The air is warm, comfortable, you almost forget you and Jisung just met only a few hours ago.
“I had fun today,” you say, looking up at him with a shy smile.
Jisung looks down at you, his round eyes warm under the glow of the dim pier lights. “Me too,” he replies softly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. He slows to a stop, turning to face you fully.
For a moment you both stand there, smiling at each other like idiots. Then he lets go of your hand, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His knuckles brush against your cheek as he moves his hand to cup your jaw. He leans in slowly, and you close your eyes in response.
The kiss starts soft, much like the one from earlier, before you were interrupted. You press your body close to his, feeling the warmth radiating off of him. Finally, a moment alone where you won’t be interrupted by the chaos of the day.
It doesn’t take long for the kiss to grow hungry. His movements quicken, his tongue enters your mouth desperately and possessively. He reaches for your waist and presses his body against yours. You feel the heat in your body rise, and you’re not sure how much longer this will stay public-friendly.
“I need you,” you whisper to him. “Now.”
He looks at you with wide eyes. “Uh..you mean…like…”
You just nod your head and pull him closer by the loops on his shorts, biting your lip. Yes, Jisung, I need your cock inside of me.
“We could go to the bathroom?” he suggests.
You make a disgusted face. “The one filled with rats? No thanks. I am a lady.”
“Okay, car it is.” He pulls his keys from his pocket and puts his hand on the small of your back, guiding you towards the parking lot.
The lot is near empty, being that you’re two of the last people to leave. Thankfully, he’s parked far away from any remaining cars and streetlights. His car is a small black sedan with tinted windows, you notice.
Jisung opens the door to the backseat, and you climb in. He looks around the lot warily, making sure that anyone who would walk by wouldn’t notice the suspiciously parked car in the corner.
Your heart is pounding out of your chest as he climbs in and shuts the door behind him. He only has a second to look at you before you’re back on him, lips crashing together. He melts into you easily, and you feel the heat reignite inside of you.
He settles in the middle and pulls you on top of him, his hands scrambling to feel every inch of you. You tug on his shirt, and he rips it off himself, and you catch a glimpse of his tattoos in the low light. Fuck, that’s hot.
Your hands move up his torso, and you thank god for a moment when your fingertips trace his abs. “God, why are you so fucking hot?”
Jisung chuckles and kisses you harder, deeper.
Everything is moving at double speed. You’re certainly not taking your time, and you’re glad he’s keeping up. He kisses your neck as he tugs your shirt off, followed by your bra, and you can’t help but grind into him when he grabs at your breasts.
“Off…take these off,” you gasp, reaching for the belt on his shorts.
He tugs his shorts off, and they fall to his ankles, groaning as you grind against his bulge through his boxers.
“Your turn,” he leans back to whisper, fingers reaching for the zipper on your shorts.
You hop off of his lap to pull your bottoms off, scrambling back onto him as soon as it hits the floor. His eyes scan over your body, and you hear the air escaping his lungs.
“Fuck, look at you,” he says, taking two handfuls of your ass and squeezing tight. “Am I dreaming?”
A snort comes out of you as you settle back in his lap, bumping your nose against his as you kiss him again. You drag your core over his lap again, and he lets out a groan into your mouth.
The windows fog up fast. The car fills with the sounds of desperate kisses and heavy breathing. You’re soaked through your panties, and the fabric between the two of you isn’t providing the friction you need. Before you can move another muscle, you feel his warm fingers reaching below the waistband of your underwear.
His fingers find your folds, soft and warm and wet. Your hands squeeze his shoulders to steady yourself, and you let out a soft moan into his mouth.
“You’re dripping for me,” he whispers as his fingers drag through your wetness. He finds your clit and you feel a buzz throughout your body.
“Jisung,” you whimper. “Please.”
“Shh,” he coos. “I got you.”
Two thick fingers push inside you, curling against the spot that makes your head spin. You cry out, rocking your hips against his hand, slick dripping down his wrist. His mouth laches onto your breast and your vision blurs, the knot in your belly grows tighter.
Your legs are shaking, and you’re grinding hard against his hand when he suddenly pulls his fingers out. You whine at the loss, but when you open your eyes you watch him reach into his boxers and pull his cock out. It’s long, thick, and hard as a rock.
He pumps himself a couple of times, biting his lip as his eyes scan over you.
“Ready?” he asks, giving you a chance to back out if you’d like. You don’t.
“Yes, please,” you whine, and he moves your panties to the side and lines himself up.
He grabs your hip with one hand and helps you sink down onto him. Your eyes lock and you watch each other's face contort in pleasure as he fills you up. He thrusts the rest of the way until you’re fully seated on him.
“Shit—you feel so fucking good,” he groans, his voice strained. “You’re so tight, just for me.”
The car rocks as you start to bounce, feeling every vein of his cock drag against your walls. Your nails dig into his shoulders as his hips snap up to meet you with every thrust.
“So big,” you moan. “Feels so good, Jisung.” You watch him as you move, sweat glistening against his body, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as you drop down hard against him.
You’re riding him within an inch of his life. He moans louder with every desperate roll of your hips. You feel his cock twitch inside you, and your only wish is for him to fill you up.
He angles you back slightly and takes over your movements. His fingers bruise your waist as he fucks into you at a relentless pace. This angle has his cock pounding into your g-spot, and the heat in your body grows.
The windows are completely fogged, the air around you hot and filled with the smell of sex. Jisung’s movements grow sloppier, and his moans get louder.
“Ji—I’m gonna, I’m close,” you warn him.
“Come on me,” he growls, thrusting up harder. His hand slips between you and he rubs small, tight circles over your clit. “Let me feel you come all over my cock.”
The knot in your belly snaps and your orgasm crashes over you. You cry out his name, your body spasms as you clutch onto him, trying to stay upright. Your cunt clenches around him, dripping on his cock and soaking his lap. He fucks you through it, moaning at the way you squeeze him.
“Baby—fuck,” he cries as he buries himself deep inside you, filling you with hot, thick spurts of his cum.
You collapse against his chest, both of you panting and trembling. Your bodies are hot, skin sticky with sweat. His arms wrap around you tight, his fingers trace small patterns on your back as you both come down.
“You okay?” he whispers.
You nod your head. “Never better,” you laugh.
He presses soft kisses to your shoulder, your neck, and temple. You both lie there for a moment in the steamy car, still attached and euphoric.
“Let me drive you home,” he says softly, and you agree.
He finds an old shirt on the floor of his car to clean you up with, and helps you get dressed. It’s a bit of a struggle in the back of the car, but you manage to put yourself back to mostly normal.
The car ride home is quiet, a comfortable silence settling over the two of you. His hand finds your thigh and you rest your head against the glass. It feels like you’ve done this a thousand times before. Like you’ve known each other for years.
He pulls in front of your building and you feel a little uneasy. What happens now? You want to ask, but you don’t want to reek of desperation. Maybe this was just a fun day for the two of you, and you’ll say hi when you bump each other at work, but nothing more.
He walks you to the door like a gentleman, and wraps his arms around your neck as he holds you tight. You swear you could fall asleep to the way he smells, warm and inviting.
You’ve fallen head over heels and straight onto your face for this man. This really stupid, really annoying, really fucking hot man.
“You should go on a date with me,” he whispers into your hair, catching you off guard. “For the turtles, of course.”
“What is up with everyone and these stupid turtles?” you laugh into his chest.
He pulls back to look you in the eyes. “The turtles are the reason we’re here right now.” He is dead serious about these turtles. “The turtles are the reason I got laid for the first time in almost a year.” You try to hide your laugh. “The stupid fucking turtles are the reason that I haven’t been able to get you out of my damn head all day.”
Your heart skips a beat. You can’t hide the smile that grows on your face, or the way you wiggle from excitement hearing him say that.
“Please, let me take you out on a date.” He’s practically begging.
“Okay,” you say, nodding your head. “But only because it’s for the turtles.”
He laughs and grabs your hips to pull you back in, meeting your lips to kiss you. It’s perfect, filling you with that warm fuzzy feeling you get when you’re falling in love.
a/n: HAN JISUNG IN A DUNK TANK!!!! RIDING HAN JISUNG IN THE BACK OF A CAR!!!!! i was going to make this quick n dirty since this takes place over the span of like a day but it wanted to be a love story…what can i say im a sucker i cant help myself 😭 but i hope you all enjoyed ♡
You can't take the way he isn’t even looking at you.
You keep calling his name but he doesn’t even look up. He won’t even spare you a single glance.
“Heeseung” you whine.
“Heeseung. Please” you beg.
He doesn’t reply, partly because he’s too focused. Partly because he doesn’t know what you could possibly want more.
“Heeseung” you whine, tears threatening to fall.
You need him close, you need his attention.
He just thinks you want more and spreads your thighs further apart as he licks and sucks at your pussy.
“Heeseung!” you whine again and tug on his hair, wanting his attention.
He presses one last kiss to your clit before pulling back.
“Mh? What’s wrong? “ his lips glisten with your juices.
“I need you close” your voice shakes.
His brows furrow for a second before pulling himself up so he’s on top of you.
He immediately coos at the sight of you, tears spilling from your eyes, cheeks flushed, messy hair and your hand crumpling the sheets next to you.
Firstly, he grabs your hand and kisses it before pinning it next to your head.
“You need me close?” he repeats as he kisses you gently.
He doesn’t wipe your tears as they give him a weird sense of satisfaction and possessiveness.
You nod as you look into his eyes, trying to memorize every part of him.
He kisses your neck and smirks to himself.
He loooves how vulnerable you get during sex. Like you physically need this closeness to feel full and loved by him. Maybe it’s fucked up, maybe it’s unhealthy, but that wouldn’t be a first in your relationship.
He gives his already hard cock a few strokes before lining it with your hole.
You're so wet and ready for him, already clenching like you’re trying to suck him in.
“Fuck-” he groans as he sinks into you.
You whimper, slightly oversensitive considering how long his face was between your thighs earlier.
He grabs your calves and lifts them so your thighs are squished against your chest and he can go deeper.
You immediately moan “oh my god” as you arch slightly, your arms going around his neck.
He buries his face in your neck and starts thrusting, fast and powerful.
You whimper and dig your nails into his neck.
He groans, but doesn’t get mad, knowing you’re feeling extremely sensitive right now.
“I know baby, I know,”
“C-closer” you beg, needing him to invade every part of your body, your mind, your soul.
He grunts as he plunges deeper into you. “Baby I don’t think I can get closer than this.”
You whimper and more tears fall. You sniffle “I c-can’t,”
He pulls back to look at you and chuckles.
“You’re so sensitive, baby. C’mon don’t cry.” he presses kisses all over your face as his thrusts slow down.
You sniffle and he looks at you.
He wraps your legs around him so his pelvis grinds against you with every thrust, then he wraps one arm around your waist and leans down so your chests are touching.
He starts moving again, slower. Each powerful thrust sending shocks to your brain, making it feel all fuzzy and warm. He doesn’t stop looking at you as he watches your brows arch and your mouth fall open.
He feels you claw at his shoulders and just continues his slow, deliberate thrusts that knock the air from your chest.
“Better? Hm?”
You can’t possibly reply. You just roll your eyes back and arch into his chest.
“So fuckin’ needy. Do you get it now when I say no one else can handle you? Hm?”
You whimper, more tears falling from your eyes and into the mattress beneath you.
“It’s okay baby,” he kisses your neck. “Just means you're mine.”
“Heeseung-” you try to warn him you’re close but he interrupts you.
“I know. You’re- fuck- squeezing me so tight baby.”
He feels your grip on his biceps tighten and your legs lock in around him.
“Cmon hold on a little longer,” he smirks, basically pulling out until only the tip is in.
Poor y/n. Still getting teased, even when you’re crying, sweating, begging him for more.
Your head lolls to the side, letting more tears roll down your face.
He loves that.
“Look at me y/n,” his voice is soft,even though his actions speak way louder.
His actions being the way his dick is barely still inside you and he’s completely neglecting your pleasure.
You don’t turn your head and you cross your arms as well, giving him the full brat treatment.
“Seriously, baby?” his thumb goes to lazily rub your clit, making you clench around him.
He pushes back in slightly and your head tilts back.
“You were being so good. So communicative.” He leans in to suck a fresh hickey on your exposed skin.
You whine but don’t dare to push him away.
You try to roll your hips, attempting to get a sliver of pleasure from his firm thumb pressing against your clit and his cock half-inside your pussy.
He immediately pins them down.
“Y/n,” he warns.
Your arms go from crossed to covering your face.
He can barely see if you’re crying but hears the familiar sniffles and whimpers of all the other times he was in this situation.
“Cmon don’t do that now-” he tries to pull them away but you shake your head.
He sighs and smooths his thumb over your wrist, right under where your palm is covering your eyes.
“Baby. C’mon,” he repeats, stuck between "I took it too far” and “she’s a dramatic brat”.
He sinks back inside you, finally, pitying you.
He starts picking his pace up again, thrusting shallowly but rubbing circles on your clit.
It really isn’t hard to gain his compassion.
You’re feeling good again and your arms fall back above your head.
When you meet his gaze it isn’t warm. But not cold either.
He’s just...watching you.
The smudged black streaks of mascara falling down your face and your red, teary big eyes staring up at him like you’d do anything for him.
He plunges himself deep inside and you cry out.
He knows he should be going easier on you right now, but he just can’t resist when you fall apart around him.
In between your breathy moans, he buries his face in your neck and you swear you can hear him groan as you clench around him.
He presses soft kisses there as his dick slides in and out of your puffy pussy.
“You’re so pretty when you cry.”
That makes your legs tighten around him and pull him deeper.
You moan and let out a soft “‘m so close” in his ear.
He doesn’t stop this time.
“You’re such a good girl for me.” he praises, knowing exactly how to push you over the edge.
“That’s it. Cmon. Let go for me.”
It’s like his words have the magical effect of controlling what your body does, cutting yourself from the decision.
You feel like an elastic snap in your stomach and throw your head back as you call his name, repeatedly.
“I know, I know, fuck-” he speeds up, using your pussy as his personal fleshlight as he feels his own orgasm arrive too.
You whine as you look up at him.
All you want right now, in your post-orgasm blissful haze is to see him cum too.
You tug on his hair. “Please baby,”
That has him groaning as he bottoms out inside you with a final thrust, filling you up.
“Oh God,” he basically moans in your ear as his dick spills more cum inside you.
“Fuck-” he thrusts a few more times before basically falling on top of you, finally making you feel that closeness you were asking for in the beginning.
You stay like that for a few minutes, your fingers playing with the ends of his hair.
When he pulls back he grabs a tissue on the nightstand and admires the sight of his cum leaking out of your pussy, before cleaning it all up.
“You okay?” he asks after giving you a soft kiss on the lips.
You nod and look up at him as he smudges the mascara stains under your eyes.
“Sorry I cried,” you chuckle.
He chuckles back. “I didn’t mind. As long as you don’t shut me out.”
In fact, he loved it. Loved it so much he was already planning on how to tease so much you’d be crying in his arms. But that was for next time.
You nod as you play with his hair absentmindedly, unaware of his evil plan.
in which you, jake’s younger sister, accidentally fall in love with his best friend—lee heeseung. wc: 1.9k . ݁₊ ⊹ . PART TWO
content warning: oral (m & f receiving), inexperienced reader, risk of getting caught, smut mdni — kitchen sex woohoo yay + not proofread . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .
at university, everyone talks about heeseung, at home, everyone talks about heeseung. no matter where you are, all you hear is hee—
‘heeseung!! you made it!’ you hear your older brother—jake, yell through the annoyingly thin walls of your room.
ugh, why does heeseung have to be everywhere where you are? yeah he’s super attractive, but he’s literally best friends with your brother, which means… he can’t be that cool, right?
your thoughts are quickly cut short from a very loud, and rude… knock on your door.
jake didn’t even wait for you to let him in before kicking the door open, ‘yoo sunghoon jay and heeseung are sleeping over don’t tell mom and dad’
a month ago, your parents banned—specifically heeseung jay and sunghoon, from sleeping over after the ‘bubble tea’ incident. at 3am, all four of them decided to sneak out because they were ‘really craving’ boba from a specific store almost an hour away. however, they were all black out drunk and crashed jake’s new car into a tree.
but your parents weren’t home for a few weeks, because they’d rather spend time in the bahamas together than deal with whatever shit goes on at home. it’s been a week since they’ve left, and jake has brought his friends over almost every single day.
being around heeseung was exhausting, you didn’t wanna try too hard and make it seem like you ‘like him’ when you know you don’t. unfortunately, it’s super difficult to tell your body to stop getting so flustered everytime he looks at you.
‘what the fuck is wrong with you’ jake giggles
wait- what the hell? why are you thinking of heeseung?
‘get out my room jake!’
jake obviously doesn’t listen to you, instead he rummages through your drawer. while you try and fight him off, you hear a set of footsteps walk into your room.
you look up and lock eyes with none other than lee heeseung, great. ‘hi yn!’
you try so hard to bite back an insult, how dare he just walk into your room without permission and speak to you? ‘hi… heeseung…’
‘you look good’ heeseung steps closer.
your breath hitches as soon as those words leave his mouth, jake freezes in his motion and twists his head towards heeseung. ‘yo- what the fuck?’
heeseung lets out a soft smile at your nervousness, jake however is in absolute disgust looking at your expression. he shakes his head and drops whatever item of yours in his hand dramatically back into the drawer. ‘you guys are sick. heeseung come with me’ jake harshly grabs heeseung’s wrist and drags him out of your room, very aggressively shutting your door.
you hear jake yell at heeseung from outside your room, aswell as sunghoon and jay instigating and encouraging them to fight. it’s ten pm, you’re tired and you have to get up early in the morning, you take all of this as a sign to just fall asleep and shut down your heeseung-obsessed brain.
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4:27am
it’s been six fucking hours and you still can’t sleep, every thirty minutes you get so so close to finally falling asleep, but you always come back.
you’ve even took the melatonin gummies jake gave to you for your birthday because he would rather you be asleep then talk to him, but even those didn’t help. the only other way you can think of that might help you sleep, is a glass of hot milk. it’s stupid, but you always see it helping the characters in cartoons sleep instantly.
so, you get up and put your plush slippers on and tiredly make your way to the kitchen.
suppressing a yawn, you make sure to stay quiet to not wake up jake or his friends. once you make it to the kitchen, you carefully open the cupboard and pick a glass.
‘cant sleep either?’ you know that voice far too well.
you turn around and are met with heeseung—in one of jake’s black pajamas and messed up hair, clearly from having trouble failing asleep.
you turn your head back to your glass, ‘yeah… just trying to drink milk- or something to help’ you rub your eyes to clear the fog.
heeseung reaches for the fridge, familiar of everything inside because of how much he sleeps over. he takes out the bottle of milk and shuts the door of the fridge.
he steps closer to you, handing you the milk and reaching for another glass for himself, brushing his chest over your shoulders, making you hold your breath.
the dim light of the kitchen makes heeseung look annoyingly good, ‘are the rest asleep?’ you shyly ask, not daring to meet his eyes.
heeseung smiles while pouring milk into both of your glasses, ‘yeah, jake fell asleep first, sunghoon and jay told me they were just gonna rest their eyes but i heard them snore 5 minutes after’
you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh at his response, you vividly remember jake telling you earlier this morning that he’s going to pull an all nighter and meet you before you have to leave in the morning.
after taking the glass of milk out the microwave, heeseung pushes your glass towards your hand resting on the counter, ‘here’
you thank him quietly before taking a sip, noticing his eyes glued to your lips. ‘i don’t even think this will work though’ you break the silence.
heeseungs hand rises up to your face, not touching you just yet, ‘you got some on your mouth, can i?’ your cheeks get increasingly pinker once you nervously nod and give him permission to clean it off.
his thumb wipes the milk on your upper lip before slowly brushing downwards, touching the plush of your soft lips. he slowly pushes in his thumb, parting your mouth and pushing down on your tongue. your eyes stay locked on his, ‘fuck’ he presses down harder.
he releases his thumb from your mouth, spreading your spit down your chin. his hand swiftly moves from your mouth to the back of your neck, crashing his lips onto yours and pulling you closer to him. you release the glass in your hand back onto the counter and reach for his jaw. he kisses you firmly, but instead of it being gentle or hungry, it’s sleepy and intense. his tongue makes its way past your lips and finds yours.
he pulls away, leaving your lips with a string of saliva still connecting you two. you nervously look behind him and towards jake’s room, ‘can you stay quiet for me baby?’ his hand slides under your shirt, his cold fingers making you shiver from the direct contact on your bare skin.
you hesitantly nod at him, making him smile. ‘good, now listen to me yeah?’ he warns you before pushing you onto your knees, the sudden contact with the hard floor making you whimper. he brushes your hair out of your face with his fingers before using his free hand to push his—jake’s—pants down with his boxers, not bothering to push it all the way down.
you swallow hardly looking at his length, ‘heeseung- i’ve- uh… i’ve never done this before…’ you look up at him.
huh, even on your knees you sound so adorable to him. he knew you were innocent, he knew everything about you. ‘yeah? it’s okay, i’ll help you baby’
his hand intertwines with your hair more firmly, you slowly open your mouth and finally take him in. your hand slides up and wraps around him. heeseung throws his head back just slightly, ‘fuck-‘ he pushes your head, making you take more of his length. it was like your mouth was made for his dick.
you wrap around him so warmly, so perfectly. heeseung has dreamed about pushing you down onto your knees everyday since jake introduced you to him. your inexperienced jaw doesn’t take long to get tired, making heeseung hold your head still and fucking your mouth himself.
once your tongue twirls over his head, he instantly comes undone with a quiet groan. the unfamiliar salty taste drips down your throat, your mouth swallowing it all.
you take your mouth off of him with a choked cough, gasping for air. ‘shh… stay quiet, okay?’ he helps you up from the floor, pressing you against the kitchen counter.
his lips find yours again, tasting himself on you. he pushes you up until you’re sitting on the counter, using his palms to spread your legs. he first rubs your clothed clit, feeling your rapidly increasing wetness. the pressure of his fingers making you exhale out a light moan, making him look up at you, ‘you want your brother to see you? your legs spread open for me?’ you shake your head, trying desperately to stay quiet. ‘then open your mouth for me baby’ he says while lifting your hips to take your sweatpants down to your knees, you part your lips and his fingers press down onto your tongue. you instantly wrap your mouth around him when he pushes your panties asides and spreads you further.
the direct contact of his fingers on your heat makes you unintentionally let out another moan, this time muffled around his fingers. he lowers his head and you feel his breath ghost over your bare cunt, making your legs twitch. he finally puts his mouth on you, his tongue playing with your puffy folds before twirling around your clit.
you knew he was good at this, you’ve heard about his stupid tongue and mouth from the girls in your university countless times, but you never thought he could be this good. he knew the spots that made you make your eyes squeeze shut not even five minutes into tasting you. your hand pulls at his hair, making him hum in between your legs, the vibrations sending a bolt of electricity throughout your body.
you got close embarrassingly fast, his scalp burning from your grip. his tongue dips into your entrance, tongue fucking you till your legs start trembling. a gush of fluid washes over his mouth and chin, ‘fuck you feel so tight just around my tongue, imagine how good you’d feel around my dick’ he groans to himself, his other fingers still intertwined with your tongue in your mouth.
he takes his wet fingers out of your mouth and kisses you once again, ‘but that’s for next time, right?’ he moves down your neck, sucking on the sensitive spot near your ear. he lowers his head once again, cleaning you with his tongue which makes your hips buck before he pushes you back down with hand.
‘heeseung-‘
he takes his eyes off your glistening cunt to make eye contact with you, ‘yeah baby?’
‘you won’t tell… anyone about this right? you can’t tell jake, okay? do you promise?’
he smiles and quietly laughs, catching you off guard. you tilt your head at him, confused.
‘i won’t tell anyone, i promise.’ he picks you up from the counter, your hands instinctively wrapping around his shoulders.
he kisses your forehead before you let out a yawn, finally feeling an ounce of sleepiness. his eyes look tired too, but he still carries your tired body to your bed. you instantly fall asleep in his arms, he gently lays you down onto your bed.
ignoring the growing hardness in his boxers, he pulls the soft blanket over you, making sure you stay warm and comfortable.
heeseung doesn’t fuck girls more than once, but you just might be his first exception.
kiki’ thoughts: damnnnnnnn like okayyyyyyyyy idk how to feel about this but like…. i need a heeseung in my life rn. HEESEUNF JUNEEE YAYY
pairing ₊ runway model fem!reader ♡ jerk idol!heeseung
in which you can't stand heeseung. unfortunately for you, both of you are under the same brand - at a prada afterparty, you and him get into a fight - leading to messy kisses, hurtful words, and confessions.
content warning ₊ unprotected sex, pain infliction/spanking (f!recieving), creampie/breeding, nipple/breast play, tit job, brat ♡ brat tamer, oral sex (f!recieving), big breast reader, i made heeseung a little mean, choking, dry humping, thigh fucking, dirty talk, bickering
ⓘ wc 4.4k
| now playing ₊ 2 am ₊ dollhouse
excelsior hotel galli - a luxury hotel in milan, where they’re hosting the private after party dinner for prada after milan fashion week reaches it’s end tonight. music is blasting, people are dancing - some way too close to each other -, people talking, having fun.
you sit tall alone at a table far back away from eyes. your cupcake sits untouched in front of you, too busy admiring the night lights of the city from the extravagant roof top bar.
your feet sting, tonight was rough. you walked the runway, stood for hours in stilettos, and practiced your walk over and over again in the mirror. the tension in the air is thick, and even though you purposefully sat far away from where everyone is gathered - you can still feel someone looking.
a certain someone staring.
only one person comes to mind. you tear your eyes away reluctantly from the pretty view - lee heeseung - standing tall next to his band members - looking right at you. you glare at him and he raises an eyebrow, you’re already annoyed without him having to mutter a word.
you hate him, really hate him. every interaction you had with each other has always been snarky comments, him teasing you endlessly - how it drives you crazy how much he teases you - you snapping at him, him smirking at you all smug.
he stands confidently in a customed tailored black suit. the inverted triangle prada logo shining underneath the bright lights. still making eye contact with you, he leans over towards jay, whispering something. probably whispering something about you, gosh fuck him. not literally. though he is strikingly good looking, so much that you just want to punch him in his pretty face.
for as long as you could remember, this is how it's always been between you guys. you’ve been a runway model for prada for a few years now, and everything was going well - until enhypen became brand ambassadors in 2023.
now in 2026, every time you guys are at the same gathering, it’s always the same thing over and over again. it’s not that you have a problem with enhypen in general, you actually quite like their music. it’s just him you can’t stand.
he’s always making some sort of comment to you - then getting pissed off whenever you flirt with some random guy for some reason. like “really? him? that’s the best you could do?”
he laughs wholeheartedly at something sunghoon says, the sight makes your chest tighten. you twirl your head away so fast you’re sure you’re getting neck pain later - you just want this night to end already.
if the music wasn’t so fucking loud maybe this moment would be peaceful, just the sound of wind blowing - your brows furrow in frustration.
“if you keep doing that, you’ll end up with forehead wrinkles.”
you thought this night couldn’t get any worse, you were dead wrong. you don’t even turn to face him. heeseung moves around to the opposite end of the table and pulls the chair across from you, taking a seat. making himself comfortable.
you glare at him. he glares at you.
“what do you want this time, heeseung?”
“just wanted to say hi to my favorite girl.”
sarcasm.
you can’t hide the disgust in your face, neither the eye roll that comes almost naturally.
he laughs at your expression. “you look good, i enjoyed seeing you walk. it never gets old.” he places his elbow on the table, holding his face with his palm. looking all nonchalant and laid back, it pisses you off. he looks good, too good.
“they look good too.” he nods towards your tits - he’s checking you out - does this man really have no shame? so openly? “seriously?” you respond, the irritation clear in your voice.
“easy, i’m complementing you.”
“you’re staring at my tits.”
“i wouldn’t say staring, more like appreciating. they are nice.”
you kick him underneath the table with your heels. he hisses and staggers a bit.
“you’re so gross.” you mutter. he’s a little annoyed that you just kicked him, but he still manages a grin.
he glances down to your untouched plate, the singular plain sad cupcake just taking up space. “didnt know a girl with such a temper like yours could like something so sweet.”
you almost kick him in the leg again. “i can be sweet.”
he does not buy it at all. “of course.”
“aren’t you gonna eat it?”
“was planning to but your face ruined my appetite.” you snap back quickly, a lie - his face was majestic - but still.
“ouch.” he chuckles, and it unsettles you. why on earth is that funny? “then you don’t mind if i eat it?” he says, already pulling the plate towards him.
“go ahead.” you lean back in your chair, arms crossed. he smirks, his eyes right back on your tits.
“if you didn’t know, you’re supposed to be eating the cupcake right now. my boobs aren’t the edible ones.”
he tears his eyes away from your cleavage, taking a small bite. “you know, if you stopped hating my guts for a minute i could show you how edible they could be.”
“what is wrong with you?” your cheeks flush, despite how much you don’t want them to.
“relax, i was only joking.” he takes another bite nonchalantly almost taunting you, just fishing a reaction from you.
oh you’ll show him a reaction.
“no really, tell me then. what’s your deal with me? why do you always have to say some bullshit to me - can’t anything good ever come out your mouth?”
he didn’t expect you to talk back to him - especially here - where there’s press, cameras, people recording live, and so so many eyes. “y/n, relax a bit yeah? let’s just have fun.”
you don’t let up. “or what? not like you’re gonna do anything about it. i say what i want and i do what i want.”
his jaw clenches, now he’s really annoyed. “i fucking told you to relax already, what’s with the attitude huh?” you open your mouth to make a another snarky comeback, but he doesn’t let you get a word in. “you know what it is?” he starts.
“it’s because no guy has ever fucked you properly - that’s why you’re always so pissy with me right? you want me to put you in your place.”
your mouth shuts quickly. you don’t even know what to say.
he smirks, knowing he just won.
gosh, that fucking smug ass smirk, it makes you want to rip your hair out. you hate losing the most. and you’re not going to let him get the last word.
without even thinking about it, you palm a bunch of frosting into your hand and lean over the table to smear it all over his face, bits of it falling on his expensive suit.
“fuck - seriously, y/n? that’s how you wanna play?” he spits, standing up immediately. “what the fuck.”
he’s suuper pissed. like the most you’ve ever seen him. though you can’t lie, his expression he makes when hes mad is sexy.
he walks away from the table quickly, striding back inside the hotel. you roll your eyes - dramatic much?
your manager comes into view a few moments afterwards, with a disapproving look on her face. “y/n, you have to fix what you just caused.”
“why? he brought this upon himself.” you huff, not wanting to take any accountability. damn him.
“don’t be like that, go after him and apologize. this could look really bad, there’s a bunch of press and this could taint your image.”
“you could lose your spot.”
fine.
you stand quickly and start to trail him, your heels loud against the pavement - you’re trying your best to not to make eye contact with anyone right now. you speed up when you past his members, hoping they didn’t see what just happened.
you hurry through the large doors, “heeseung! i was out of line, stop please.” he doesn’t even slow down his steps or look back, just keeps walking towards the elevator with purpose. he steps inside, pressing a floor quickly.
not wanting to lose him - you speed up - barely making it time before the doors close.
he huffs in annoyance. “why’re you in here? why’d you follow me?”
you really don’t want to apologize. you? accepting defeat ? especially to heeseung? never. but this is more for you than him. “look, i’m sorry-”
“don’t lie to me. you aren’t sorry.”
welp, you tried it.
“you’re right. i’m not sorry.” you say, “you said i never been fucked properly - you provoked me - you can’t seriously be this pissed because i gave you a reaction.”
he takes a step closer. you take a step back. “tell me it isn’t true then. go on. prove me wrong pretty.” he waits. his eyes shooting daggers into you.
you can’t even deny it, because he’s right. you don’t really have sex often because the guys don’t make it enjoyable for you.
“fuck you heeseung.” you respond defensively.
he bites his lip, you can see a vein on his neck from how pissed off he is.
you smirk. “oh no, did that make you maddd? awww.” you nudge at his chest with your finger.
“i hate you y/n. seriously.”
“i hate you more.”
“stop being a brat.” his voice low and rough.
“make me.”
you taunt him, and he sticks two fingers between your cleavage and dress, pulling you towards him roughly. “wha–” he crushes his lips onto yours roughly - his large hand comes up to wrap around your neck, applying pressure - choking you.
you reach for his tie, pulling it roughly, making him come down onto your harder.
the kiss is all teeth and tongue, he bites down harshly on your bottom lip, making you hiss. it’s desperate, fierce, full of everything you’ve both been holding back for years; anger, frustration, and no doubt sexual tension.
his free hand wanders underneath your thigh, lifting it up to snake around his hips. your heel falls flat with a thud. he pushes you harshly against the cold wall, making you shiver slightly.
the elevator is moving up slowly, and. he starts to grind his erection into you. you whine - and his hand tightens around your neck - he moves his hips in up and down motions, everytime he moves the friction making your clit all the more sensitive.
he breaks away only to come up for air, panting slightly. he loosens his grip on your neck just enough to let you catch your breath. you’re panting heavily.
he pulls down your dress enough to release your big tits. they bounce, and he swallows at the sight of it. he palms one boob roughly, making you whimper. he leans down to bite down on your nipple harshly, then licking the teeth marks he just made.
“how about that? still wanna be a brat?” he says, breathy.
“you really think you’re in control here?” you retort. not backing down. “you’re gonna have to do better than that.”
he’s does not like that response, he’s pissed.
the elevator comes to a stop and the door opens, and he lets your leg down. heesung doesn’t even let you grab your shoe from off the floor, he just drags you out the elevator out by the arm into the hallway.
“heeseung - my fucking shoe!” you smack his arm. “we’ll worry about it later. come on.”
heeseung slows after a few steps, stoping at room number 1009. he punches in the code to the door and opens it hastily, pushing you in first, you almost fall making your way in.
he closes the door behind, beginning to unbutton himself. “hey what the fuck?!” you shout at him.
“watch your tone with me, darling.” he responds calmly. he disgards of his clothes, leaving him in his boxers and socks.
heeseung walks towards you, strides quickly eating up the distance. you step back, but it only makes him push closer. “wearing that short ass fucking dress around me” - he grabs you by the waist, turning you around so your back is pressed against his chest. “acting like such a diva, like you own the place. it turns me on, but don’t you think you need to be put down?”
he pushes forward, guiding you to the bedroom - but he doesn’t stop at the bed. he walks towards a tall mirror to the side, your reflection staring right back at you.
“stay still.” he unzips your dress, and helps you shimmy out of your panties - letting them both fall to the floor. you kick off your other shoe, stepping out the dress, kicking it also to the side.
you can hear him freeing himself from his boxers, yet you can’t see anything because you can only see yourself in the mirror and the outline of heesung standing right behind you.
he lines himself up, his thick head pressing against your entrance. you bite your lip, mentally preparing yourself.
“you want me to fuck this hole? beg for it.”
“like i’d do that!” you huff, shimmying on the head, your ass scooting back against him to push the head inside of you - attempting to take control yourself.
you begging? never.
heesung kisses his teeth. “ah-ah-ah.” he pulls out, his head glistening with your wetness. “if you think i’ll let you off the hook that easily, you’re wrong.” he thrusts once, his length rubbing against your clit. you can’t help the moan that releases from your voice.
your eyes look down between your legs, and his tip peaks out from between your thighs. he moves his hips slowly, thrusting, his length rubbing against your clit. what a tease. he groans at your warm wetness.
you feel like cumming just from his voice alone. you start to rub your thighs tightly together, rubbing his dick against yourself. “hurrryyyy” - you whine - “put it inside!!”
“is that how you ask me?” he begins to thrust roughly, the violent sound of skin slapping each other filling the room. the friction of his length makes you whimper non-stop.
“look at yourself, look at those fuckin’ dirty expressions you’re making, nasty girl.”
he drops of one of your arms - letting it fall to the side - grabbing your chin roughly to guide your face up. forcing you to look directly at your reflection.
it’s lewd, the face you’re making, your mouth is slightly agape, moans coming flowing out freely, your lips a bit swollen from the kiss earlier and your cheeks are flushed pink.
it’s humiliating, seeing how much you’re all worked up like this.
especially because of heeseung.
you can’t stop moaning and whining at the stimulation. your thighs are being used like his personal own sex doll.
“say you want me to cum inside you, go on.” he lets out a breathy chuckle, still thrusting between your plump soft thighs.
“in-” - you gasp when he thrusts harder - “in your dreams.” you retort with what little strength you have left. the fire you have inside still burning hot. your hips begin to move on their own, using his long dick to please yourself.
“tch.” he pulls away from you, leaving you needy.
“what’re you doing?”
he plops down on the lush king bed nearby, his legs spread open. you turn to finally see him, and holyy. that thing was going to be inside you? you can’t even fathom how he carries himself with that third leg.
heeseung reaches out to grip your wrist, pulling you to stand in front of him. his adam apple bobs at the sight of your huge tits jiggling in his face.
you wiggle them, they bounce tauntingly in his face. “don’t do that.” he mutters.
“stop. seriously, y/n.”
you giggle.
his jaw clenches - annoyed - again.
he pulls you down roughly on top of him, pushing you stomach flat over his lap. he pushes you up so your bare ass is on his lap.
heeseung wastes no time - his hand flying down sharply to smack you on your cheek. you bury your head in the sheets, moaning.
another slap - “dirty girl, you think you can just mess with me? especially when i have you moaning like this?” another slap - your eyes begin to sting. he doesn’t let up - slapping again - making you gasp loudly. “who do you belong to?” hand coming down again.
''not you-" he slaps again - tears are prickling your eyes.
“wrong answer. tell me how much you want me to bend you over and fuck this pretty cunt.” you pant desperately, trying to catch your breath.
you can’t respond, the words won’t come out. you shake your head, still defiant. he delivers a sharp slap to your untouched cheek. despite the stinging burning pain on your ass cheeks, you can’t help but respond with lewd noises. it feels good.
heeseung slaps you right on the pussy, your clit sensitive. your eyes roll back, the tears start flowing freely. "you like that?" he asks.
you nod. "more." you whine, moving your ass against his fingers.
you’re so close, you’re rubbing your clit desperately against his fingers. "im gonna, mmh..."
heeseung laughs, and pulls his hand away. you were so close. you pout, annoyed. "noo don’t stop-" you whine.
if only you could see how you looked through his eyes right now, you look so fucking cute to him when you're like this. he’s enjoying this a lot.
he places his fingers back on your clit, circling, before taking them away again. "you wanna cum so bad huh? too damn bad." he slaps your pussy again.
you sniffle, annoyed and horny. fuck him, you’re so needy and he wants to treat you like this?
"come on angel, i know you know what you have to do." his hand hovering over your heat. waiting for your response.
you bite your lip, reluctantly swallowing the bitter pill of your pride. "please heeseung.."
"please what? use your words. i don’t know what you want."
damn him to hell. he obviously knows, he just wants you to submit.
"please let me use your hand to get off. i want to cum now. i want to cum all over you." your voice shakes, tears streaming down your face.
"atta girl."
he helps you up off his lap. laying down flatly, he guides you on his face. he pulls you down, and you sit on his face with all your weight.
heeseung begins lapping at you desperately, like a thirsty puppy. your hands reach into his hair for stability.
he nibbles on your clit - you whine - moving your hips upwards slightly to you rub your nub all over his nose, riding the tip of it. "fuck yeah y/n, ride my face like that. use me for your own pleasure." his hand comes down to deliver another sharp slap on your ass.
your hips stutter - you feel warm streams of liquid come out. he licks it all up, leaving no mess - no traces behind.
you flop over, thighs twitching. he sits up and straightens quickly, pulling you back to hover right on top of his tip - not yet pushing inside. "come on baby, i know you aren’t tapping out on me now."
heeseung guides you to sink down on his dick slowly, helping you down all the way. your eyes twitch at how big he stretches you - it stings in the best way.
he guides you up and down his long length, moaning at how wet and tight you are.
he reaches down to pinch your clit - if anyone was listening - it would sound like it a straight porno the way you can’t stop making such cute lewd noises.
“i can feel you clenching around me, you want to milk me dry don’t you? greedy girl.”
you bite your lip, pouty. “i can’t get enough of your warmth.” he moans, his free hand reaching up to play with your breast. heesung’s eyes can’t tear away from the sight of them bouncing up and down in his face.
"i’ve always loved your tits, so pretty, so mesmerizing."
before you know it, he buries his head in your tits. you can only see the top of his hair, and feel his warm tongue licking your boobs. you tilt your head back, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders to support you as you continue to ride him.
he sucks your tits, leaving marks all over your soft boobs. occasionally nipping and licking the hard nipple.
the tripe stimulation overwhelms you. his dick inside of you, his finger on your clit, and his mouth on your tit all at once.
you can’t even form coherent thoughts or words, head completely empty, you’re just riding the wave of moment. literally.
"tell me how much you want me to fill you up." he looks up from beneath your boobs, his eyes peaking up at you, still buried in your titties.
"fill me up completely - so much that I still feel you tomorrow." you say between moans.
heeseung groans. his hands move to your waist - gripping tightly - helping you up and down him faster, riding sloppily. "yeah, you’re gonna take all of it, don't spill a single drop."
“how does it feel when I say that hm? you like when i talk dirty to you don’t you?”
he knows. he knows you can’t talk back because it’s true. and because hes fucking you so good - hitting all the right spots - that you don’t even have any more strength to make a snarky comeback anymore.
your hips are just moving on their own, even if you wanted to stop you couldn’t.
"i love you." you blurt.
"what was that baby? speak up, i couldn’t hear you darling." he teases - he for sure heard you.
when you don’t repeat it, his hip snaps up harshly, meeting your downward motions with his own thrusts. "i said. i fucking love you, dick."
he laughs. your hips stop moving, letting him take control.
heeseung thrusts roughly, and it doesn’t take much longer until you start to feel warm liquid fill your walls.
you pull off, panting - trying to keep his cum still inside you. it feels good, knowing his kids are flowing inside you.
you flop to the side - exhausted.
キ
the sunlight nearly blinds you, it wakes you up from your deep slumber. your thighs ache like hell. heesung is awake right next to you, having been watching you sleep for the past hour.
"rise and shine." he smirks. "was wondering if sleeping beauty would ever wake up."
you glare at him.
he laughs at your state, eyes drowzy from sleep, hair tousled from tossing and turning, he thinks you look so sexy like this. especially with that annoyed expression on your face.
"back to hating me again? after you told me you loved me last night?"
right.
the memories come back to you now - you did say that.
"shut up! you push at his chest, he rolls you on top of him." you sit up on top of him, throwing weak punches.
"what? it was cute i can’t lie. you gonna say it again?" he says, the smug look on his face making the fire light up in your eyes. you fucking hate this man. "i hate your guts."
"i know you do. just wait til i’m in your guts. you wont hate me so much then."
this man. lee fucking heeseung.
he gets off on this - on you two bickering - you can feel his bulge pressing right underneath you.
"why am i still naked but you have sweats on?"
"you would’ve been pissed if i put you in my clothes, so i decided why not enjoy the view more?" his eyes flicker to your tits.
you move your hips on his bulge as a retort. he hisses, his eyes flashing dangerously. you’re dry humping his clothed dick, loving the look of pleasure on his face. you smirk.
"brat."
"jerk."
he sits up - you move off him suddenly - he glares - talking with his eyes - saying "where do you think you’re going?"
you shimmy his sweats down just enough til his dick springs out. you shift your position a bit, leaning down. you grab both your tits from the side, sandwiching his dick between them.
"fuuuuuck." he nearly drools at the sight. he can’t stop staring at his work on you, the teeth marks from when he bit you, the diverse sizes of hickies on your breasts, this is like his dream come true.
"how do you like that hm?" he shakes his head at your mocking tone, reaching down to pinch your nipple harshly. you gasp.
"how about that?" he retorts.
you pout. he smirks.
"i always loved your boobs, did you know that? i’m obsessed with them."
"you told me."
"did i?" he responds, clearly stuck in a trance from how your tits bounce on his dick.
"yeah. it’s almost cute - you’re like a little boy, wanting milk." you laugh in his face, and he hates it. he hates how sexy the idea is, but he hates looked being down on more, especially when he’s being compared to a child.
he flips you over suddenly, putting you on on your side. he lifts your leg up and pushes inside you from behind with no warning. you whine loudly.
"yeah? i’m like a little boy? how about when i’m burried in you so deep like this? am i little then?" he moans, his pace slow - a stark contrast from how he was last night - his thrusts are deep and passionate - he’s not really mad, he just loves this game between you two.
you meet his thrusts with your own, fucking him right back.
he cums surprisingly fast this time - groaning - burying himself in your shoulder.
“don’t pull out."
"wasn’t planning on it. i want to stay buried in your warmth forever."
"i want my cum to stay inside you like this.”
the room falls into a comfortable silence.
"i love you too." he says.
"what was that? oh i couldn’t hear." you tease.
he kneads your tit roughly, irritated.
"okay okay jeez."
the tall large windows show the beautiful morning sky of milan, the sun feels good on your skin.
"heeseung?"
"mmm?"
"what about my shoe? in the elevator."
"fuck, i forgot.. i'll buy you new ones i swear."
you roll your eyes. "i hate you."
"love you too, y/n."
authors note ₊ this was a request by an anon but i accidentally deleted the inbox so i couldn’t reply to the ask sorry </3 i hope u guys enjoyed this fic! i really had fun with this one bahaha
edit: why after 1 year of stanning enhypen I realize heesung is actually HEESEUNG, how could I have been so damn blind?? thanks to the anon that pointed it out. 😭
⋆⟢ after a long day at work, there's nothing more you'd rather do than play with your boyfriend jaeyun...
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ ݁✿ sub!jake x fem!reader
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ ݁✿ smut (mdni!)
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁✽ cw: hand job, ear licking/ sucking, (slight) finger sucking, teasing, nicknames, edging, begging, overstimulation, gentle dom reader, hickeys, cum eating, dacryphilia(?), hyperspermia, jake is messy... and noisy
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖✽wc: 2.3k
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖✽//an: genuinely can't get this out of my mind i need to call jake a good boy so bad idk. also please bear with me, i haven’t written smut in years 😭
the day was rough. since it started, everything already seemed to be going wrong and then at work, things got worse. but the thought of coming home to your sweet, sweet boyfriend kept your mood afloat.
keys jangled as you unlocked the door, immediately throwing your jacket and bag on a table. your eyes found your boyfriend sitting on the couch, his arms perched on a pillow in his lap as he scrolled through his phone. he lifted his head the second you opened the door, a grin growing on his face. jake set his phone down and sat up, turning his body toward you. "hi, honey" he said in his soft tone.
you smiled as u walked over to him, “hi, baby” he looked up at you with his pretty brown eyes that made your heart melt. you plopped next to him and placed a kiss to his soft lips that made him moan faintly. "i missed you today."
he hugged the pillow close to his chest and rested his chin on it, his slender fingers gliding over the surface slowly. “yeah, i missed you too.” an entranced expression graced his face as his smiling eyes studied your face with a gaze cloaked in tenderness. “how was your day today? are you hungry? there’s still some of the food that I made, I can heat it up for you.” you couldn’t help but gawk at him as the dim, warm lights made him look 10x more delicious than usual, it brought out his honey skin tone and made the scene of him reclined on the couch one you couldn’t take your eyes off of. god, the way he looked at you with those docile eyes made you dizzy, you almost felt drunk.
fuck you needed to kiss him.
you deftly took his face in your hands and kissed him once more, deeper this time, fervent - a buzzing feeling lingering behind after pulling away, one that would be hard to ignore. his eyes were cloudy and hungry as he slightly bit his bottom lip and immediately leaned in for more. you loved how easy Jake was, any gesture from you seemed to ignite him. you placed your hands to his chest, ceasing his actions and keeping his face mere inches away. the corners of his mouth turned down and he whined softly. “hey, why’d you stop?” teasing jake was just too fun, how could you not?
“my day was a little rough.” you had said this with a feigned sadness and while he was still dazed from the kiss, a worried look came across his face. before he could get a word out, you brushed your lips against his and slid you hand up his black sweatshirt, fingertips caressing his abdomen up to his throat, making him shudder.
your teeth grazed his ear as you trailed your lips to his ear to whisper, “you can make me feel better though, right?” he immediately began to nod his head, murmuring ‘yeah’ under his breath. you started to lick and nip at his ears, a moan falling from his lips and his breathing noticeably getting heavier. “i’ve been thinking about you all day.” hearing this made him let out a half-moan half-laugh, almost like he thought he wasn’t good enough for you to be thinking about all day.
you started sucking on the spot where his neck and ear meet, making his back arch slightly. a whimper left his mouth and his hand flew to your thigh, squeezing and rubbing his big hand up and down. “baby, what do you want? what do you want me to do, tell me” fuck, his sweet voice sounding so wrecked but also trying to prioritize your needs made you want to ruin him even more.
you instantly noticed how hard he was now gripping the pillow. and also how hard his cock became through his grey sweatpants. you brought a hand to cup his face, to which he melted and leaned in to take the scent of your palm. your thumb coasted over his bottom lip, pushing past his lips as he to licked and sucked your thumb, then bringing it back to his lips to glide his spit on them, making them look glossy and messy. staring at his mouth hung open and eyes already glazing over, you replied to him, “i just want to make you feel good right now. okay, baby?”
you knew he wanted nothing more than to have you ride his face, or plant his tongue in between your legs and stay there until sunrise. but nothing would satisfy you as much as having him cry and squirm and feel good under your command.
he nodded slightly and sighed, dazed. "m'kay." the way his puppy eyes looked at you, so docile and at your command, drove you crazy. you almost wish you had a strap-on you could use on him tonight. next time.
you moved your hand to touch him over his sweatpants. you planned to tease him all night long but you just couldn’t wait anymore, you had to touch him. he looked so perfect and needy, his neck and ears tinted a dusty pink, spreading to his cheeks. his body tensed and his eyelashes fluttered as you rubbed your palm against his tip. jake was always so sensitive to your touch, but this part of him made him go crazy.
pretty whimpers came from him when you applied more pressure, and since he was already so hard you decided to relieve him. he lifted his hips when you prodded at the band of his sweatpants, helping you slide them down to just enough for his cock to spring free. his pretty, flushed cock slapped against his stomach, precum stringing from his hard cock as it stood in attention. his cock was slick and leaking of precum; so pretty and the perfect size in your hand.
your fingers gathered the slick rubbing it over his slit, making him leak more, precum spilling all over. jake released a breathy moan, his mouth hung open. “b-baby, please…” hearing him beg for your touch, you felt yourself getting wet. “pl-ah please i-i can’t” he was writhing and almost crying now, his cock twitching as you grip the head of his cock, jerking it off and adding pressure.
the squelching sound from your steady wrist movements resonated in the room. "tsk, you're so messy, puppy." broken noises arose from his throat, he always loses it whenever you call him that. he then huffed and planted his face into the pillow, the string of whimpers and moans now muffled.
teasing and watching him leak turned you on so bad, you felt yourself getting so wet that it leaked through your pants. you paused your actions and gripped his hair, gently pulling his face from the pillow, a wet spot left on the fabric and drool spilling from the corner of his mouth. a whimper sounded in his throat.
"c’mon, jaeyunie. lemme hear you, okay?" his glassy eyes, which were previously squeezed shut, found yours, a compliant sign. "you can do that for me, right? you can be good." his cock twitched under your palm and his legs quivered.
"mmn, yes I can be good." a continuous thread of loud, high-pitched broken moans came from his full lips. "ah～ baby please, I need to cum." his head fell back, hips starting to squirm, trying to gain more friction from your hand. "please, touch me more ngh.. it aches so bad" you loved to see him so desperate and needy.
the way his hips were chasing his release, did something to your brain. thick eyebrows furrowed, concentrating on finding some sort of satisfaction, soft moans flowing from the back off his throat. he was so cute when he's so close, restless and insatiate. it was kind of pathetic but also endearing.
your hand started to speed up until his panting and whining became incessant. then you slowed your movements, torturously gliding your hand around his cock wholly, fingers circling the tip. a yelp came from as he begged, his voice rough and cracked, "fuck, don't do that… can you please stop teasing me, baby?" his bottom lip jutted out slightly as he gazed at you with pleading eyes.
you bit your lip and looked at your hand, covered with his sticky precum, and admiring the way it clung to your fingers and coated his cock. he was always so messy, even getting all over his shirt and pants… you gripped the head of his cock again, continuously squeezing it, wet, squelching sounds sounding in the room. his eyes rolled to the back of his head as his pants turned into whimpers, embracing the pillow tightly, his knuckles turned white. "does that feel good, jaeyun?"
your hand engulfed his entire cock now, stroking it at a steady rate, paying special attention to the sensitive head of his cock. his legs started to thrash and his body began to tense up under your touch, teeth gritted as he shut his eyes in bliss, his eyebrows creasing. "fuck! yes it feels good… it feels really good"
you knew jake was holding out and that at any second now he could cum. but he wanted to hold it for you. to be good for you. his face was contorted in incomprehensible pleasure and pure need. it was so orgasmic, you thought you could cum at that point.
"argh fuck, i'm close! please, i've been good! can i please cum now-ah fuck…it hurts" he tried his hardest to control his moans but failed miserably. noisy moans and whines fell constantly from his lips while he rolled his hips, trying to match your pace. although he loved to completely surrender himself to you, he could get desperate like he is now, to the point of his mind almost breaking.
jake was now a complete mess. you sucked harshly on his neck, leaving marks all over his throat and collarbone. you admired the contrasting marks on his soft skin, before moving to his face where you gave light pecks to his jaw and the corner of his mouth, his lips quickly meeting yours. both of your mouths and tongues moved in tandem before you bit softly on his bottom lip, eliciting a whimper from him.
he sputtered incoherent words, still begging to cum because he was right on the edge. he could almost taste it. now he just needs your permission.
he let out a heap of whimpers and whines before begging with his ruined voice, "baby…baby please i need to cum. please please, i need it bad." warmth emitted from his body as the intensity of your movements increased, making him sweat, hair sticking to forehead. hand speeding up, you decided to relieve him since he did so good, like he always did for you.
Back arching off the couch, his panting sped up. "i'm going to cum, baby. can I?" alternating between his length and fondling the head of his cock, you stroked him at a faster speed. wet sounds echoed in the room and his hips started jerking. tears welled in his glazed eyes, was he crying? the sob that he let out confirmed your assumption.
"jake" his weeping brown eyes met yours. "you wanna cum for me?" one of his hands gripped the pillow, the other one held onto your arm. he was biting his lips hard before exhaling sharply, a whine following, warm cock pulsating strongly in your hand.
his mouth hung open and his leg were trembling as you tautly stroked him as fast as you could. eyes were rolled back and endless moans came from him, "i'm cumming, baby. f-fuck, can I really?"
"yeah, cum for me like a good boy."
completely surrendering to your touch, his whole body spasmed as intense waves of pleasure poured through his body while he orgasmed. hot ropes of his viscous cum shot out onto your hand and his sweatshirt. he didn't even make a sound when he came, just shaking with his mouth slack and eyes rolled back in ecstasy. he couldn't stop, cum continually spurting from his slit, creating white, creamy mess on his sweatshirt, the small puddle leaking down onto his thighs.
jake continued to quiver with your hand still around him, his thick cream coating your hand. as he began to come down from his high, he finally emitted a piercing, shattered moan, looking at the mess he made.
your hand had slowed down at that point, but you suddenly started moving your hand again, at a speedy pace over his tip, overstimulating your boyfriend whose cries sounded sweet like honey to your ears.
"ah-ah-ah-hahh. fuckkkk." the voice sounded far from Jake, more like a desperate man gone wild. his voice was destroyed and his breathe ran ragged. using the heaps of cum he made a mess of, you jerked off the head of his cock, squelching noises sounding more erotic post-orgasm. "i can't anymore. baby, stop. please!" he began writhing violently before you pulled your hand away.
his chest heaved as he tried to gather himself. pure bliss gracing his face, even more beautiful in the warm lighting after climaxing.
bringing your cum-covered hand to your mouth, you placed your tongue to your drenched fingers. jake groaned, aroused as he noticed you licking his sticky essence off of your palm to your fingers.
his droopy head turned to look at you, "wait, baby you didn't get to cum…" his face was flushed up from his heaving chest that peeked through the part of his hoodie that was partially zipped down. you can't believe he's worried about you cumming when he's wet and sticky basically head to toe.
you laughed softly at his disheveled state and his concernment. you pushed his hair back with your hand, head laying on your arm to admire him. "baby, I couldn't tell you the exact moment, but I'm pretty sure I came sometime in the past 5 minutes."
he smiled at you, dazed as he started to come down from his orgasmic high, letting out a relaxed giggle. "even if you say so…i'm still gonna make sure you cum tonight. as many times as I can make you."
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an: AHHH thank you all for enjoying this!! i didn't think it would get so many notes, this was just a self indulgent fic but i'm so happy y'all like it wtf🥹
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