messy morning wood sex with riki but its an arranged marriage's 1st morning
â đ nishimura riki x reader
â â« suggested playlist : often ~ the weeknd , one of the girls ~ the weeknd (lily rose depp & jennie) , swim ~ chase atlantic , shut it down ~ drake , sleep tight ~ enhypen , railway ~ stray kids (bangchan) , red lights ~ stray kids (hyunjin & bangchan) , haunted ~ beyonce , right here ~ chase atlantic , nasty ~ ariana grande , collide ~ justine skye (ft tyga) , dreamin ~ PARTYNEXTDOOR
You stir awake in the soft early morning glow filtering through the silk curtains of your new bedroom. The air is thick with the scent of fresh linens and the faint floral scent from the wedding bouquet still wilting on the nightstand.
It's your first morning as Mrs. Nishimura, a title that feels foreign on to you, even in the quiet of your thoughts. The arranged marriage was made official last night in a lavish ceremony orchestrated by your families, a union made not from love but from decades-old alliances between two powerful clans in both Japan and Americaâs elite circles.
Your family, steeped in old money from real estate empires, had long eyed the Nishimura familyâs tech dominance. Ni-ki's parents, stern and calculating, saw your lineage as the perfect bridge to expand their influence into the states.
The preparations started months ago over private dinners and boardroom whispers, where dowries were discussed like stock trades and their futures mapped out in prenups thicker than novels.
You met Ni-ki only a handful of times before the engagement, only interacting through formal introductions at galas where he barely glanced your way, his expression a portrait of indifference. He was always cold, distant, his sharp jaw set in perpetual disapproval. His dark eyes scanning rooms like a predator making mental notes of possible threats.
Your friends called him the ice prince, untouchable and cold. Yet, here you are, tied to him by vows exchanged under crystal chandeliers, rings exchanged like signatures on a contract.
The wedding itself was a spectacle: hundreds of guests in designer attire, your gown a vision of ivory lace that hugged your curves, his tuxedo tailored to perfection over his lean, athletic frame. The reception dragged on with toasts and dances, but Ni-ki's hand on your waist felt like an obligation, his smiles forced for the cameras.
When the night ended, he led you to this penthouse suite overlooking the Shinano River, undressing in silence while you changed in the bathroom, heart pounding with uncertainty. You slipped into bed expecting awkward solitude, but sometime in the night, his body curved against yours. Even in sleep, his walls crumbled. His arm draped over your waist, chest pressing against your back, legs tangling with yours in a possessive spoon. His breath warmed your neck, steady and deep, a stark contrast to the coldness he portrayed when awake.
Now, as consciousness pulls you fully from sleep, you feel it. The hard length of his morning wood nestled firmly against the curve of your ass. He's still asleep, or so you think, his grip tightening instinctively as you shift.
The thin sheet does little to hide the heat radiating from his body, his cock thick and insistent, twitching slightly with each subtle movement. Your sleepwear, a thin cami top and little shorts that rode up during the night, leaves your thighs bare, and the friction of his hips against you sends a spark of arousal through your core.
You've never seen this side of him and it stirs something curious and heated within you.
You bite your lip, debating whether to pull away, but his arm locks around you, pulling you closer. A low groan rumbles from his chest, and you realize he's waking up. His eyes flutter open behind you, dark lashes casting shadows on his cheeks.
For a moment, there's silence, the weight of his erection pressing insistently between your cheeks.
Then, his voice, husky from sleep, breaks it. "You're awake," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear.
You nod, heart racing, unsure how to respond to this version of Ni-ki. The one who cuddles in secret but freezes you out by day.
His hand slides up your side, fingers tracing the edge of your cami, and you feel him grind forward once, deliberately, his cock sliding along the cleft of your ass through the fabric of his boxers.
The motion is slow, teasing, and a soft gasp escapes your lips. He pauses, as if testing the waters, then does it again, harder this time, the rigid shaft rubbing against you with growing intent.
"Ni-ki..." you whisper, your voice breathy, body betraying you as you arch back instinctively.
He's always been so cold, so why now, on this first morning, does he feel like fire?
He doesn't answer with words. Instead, his lips find the shell of your ear, teeth grazing the lobe in a sharp bite that makes you shiver.
"Shh," he breathes, tongue flicking out to lick the spot he just nipped, sending jolts of electricity straight to your pussy.
His grinding picks up rhythm, hips rolling in lazy circles, the head of his cock nudging insistently at your entrance through the barriers of cloth. You can feel the wetness building between your legs, your arousal soaking into your panties as his free hand cups your breast over the top.
His fingers knead the soft flesh, thumb circling your nipple until it pebbles under his touch. He pinches it lightly at first, then harder, drawing a moan from you.
"Such a good little wife," he murmurs against your ear, his voice laced with a naughty edge that surprises you.
Praise from him? It's like velvet over steel, making your core clench.
He tugs the strap of your top down, exposing one breast to the cool air, and his palm covers it fully, squeezing as he grinds his hips faster. The friction is disorienting, his cock leaking pre-cum that seeps through his boxers, smearing wetly against you.
You turn your head, seeking his mouth, and he meets you halfway. The kiss starts slow, lips brushing, but quickly turns sloppy, your tongues tangling messily, saliva mixing as he devours you.
His teeth catch your lower lip, biting down just enough to sting, and you whimper into his mouth. He groans, the sound vibrating through you, and his hand leaves your breast to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back to deepen the kiss. Spit trails from the corner of your mouth as he licks into you, hungry and unrestrained.
Breaking the kiss with a gasp, he rolls you slightly onto your back, still half-spooned, his body hovering over yours. His eyes, usually so guarded, burn with lust as he yanks the top down further, revealing both breasts.
"Look at these perfect tits," he says, voice rough, thumb flicking a nipple. "All mine now."
He leans down, mouth latching onto one peak, sucking hard while his hand pinches the other. His tongue swirls, teeth grazing the sensitive bud, and you arch into him, fingers threading through his tousled black hair.
The grinding hasn't stopped; even as he lavishes attention on your chest, his hips buck forward, cock sliding along your thigh now, leaving a slick trail.
Your panties are soaked, clit throbbing with need, and you reach down to touch yourself, but he grabs your wrist.
"Not yet," he growls, releasing your nipple with a pop.
His hand slides down your body, fingers dipping under the waistband of your panties. He finds your folds easily, slick and swollen, and groans at the wetness.
"Fuck, you're dripping for me already. Such a good girl, getting wet from your husband's cock."
His praise hits like a drug, making you squirm as two fingers push inside you, curling immediately to stroke that spot that makes your toes curl. He pumps them slowly at first, thumb circling your clit, while his mouth returns to your breast, biting down harder this time, leaving faint marks.
âOh my god, Ni-Ki!â you cry out, hips bucking into his hand, and he adds a third finger, stretching you, the wet sounds of your pussy echoing obscenely in the quiet room.
"That's it, take my fingers like the good wife you are," he whispers, lips brushing your ear before his tongue traces the curve, biting the lobe again.
The dual sensationsâhis fingers fucking you deep, his mouth on your earâpush you toward the edge, but he slows, denying you release.
He withdraws his fingers, bringing them to your lips. "Taste yourself." You suck them clean, eyes locked on his, the act both filthy and intimate.
Ni-ki shifts down the bed, hooking his fingers into your shorts and panties, dragging them off, tossing them aside. He spreads your thighs wide, settling between them, his breath hot against your core.
"Gonna eat this pretty pussy now," he says, voice dark with promise.
His mouth descends, tongue flattening to lick a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit. You moan, hands fisting the sheets as he dives in, lips sealing around your clit and sucking. His tongue flicks relentlessly, then dips inside you, fucking you with it while his nose grinds against your clit.
He's messy about it, saliva mixing with your juices, dripping down your ass as he devours you. Fingers return, two thrusting deep while he laps and sucks at your clit, humming vibrations that make you see stars.
"Cum for me, baby," he urges between licks, the naughty praise spilling out. "Show your husband how much you love his tongue in your pussy."
The words tip you over the edge, orgasm crashing through you, thighs locking around his head as your juices flood his mouth.
He doesn't stop, licking you through it until you're trembling. Only then does he pull back, chin glistening with your release, a smug grin on his face.
He pulls off his boxers, his cock springing freeâthick, veined, the head flushed purple and leaking. It's bigger than you imagined, curving slightly, and you reach for it, stroking his length.
He hisses, thrusting into your fist. "On your side," he commands, leaving no room argument.
Biting your lip, you roll onto your side facing away from him, and he moved behind you, lifting your leg to hook over his hip. His cock nudges your entrance, slick from your arousal, and he pushes in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you deliciously.
"Fuck, so tight," he groans, bottoming out with a slap of skin.
He starts thrusting, shallow at first, hand wrapping around your throat from behindânot squeezing, just holding possessively. His other hand grips your hip, pulling you back onto him.
âN-Ni-Ki,â you whimper. âYou feel so good.â
The angle hits deep, his cock dragging against your walls, and you push back, meeting his rhythm. He bites your shoulder, teeth sinking in just enough to mark, then licks the spot soothingly.
"Good girl, fucking yourself on my dick like that," he praises, voice strained.
His hand tightens on your throat, choking lightly, restricting your air as he picks up speed. The lack of oxygen heightens everything, your pussy clenching around him.
He spanks your ass once, sharp and stinging, then again, the sound cracking through the room. "You like that? Being spanked on your wedding morning?"
You nod frantically, whimpering, and he pulls your hair, arching your neck so he can claim your mouth in a sloppy kiss over your shoulderâtongues messy, teeth clashing. Saliva drips down your chin as he pounds into you from the side, balls slapping your thigh.
After what feels like an eternity of building pleasure, he pulls out abruptly, flipping you onto your back. He settles between your legs, hooking them over his shoulders, folding you in half as he slams back in.
Your mouth drops open. âFuck!â
The new angle lets him go deeper, hitting your cervix with each thrust. His hands brace on either side of your head, eyes locked on yoursâintense, almost vulnerable in the heat.
"Look at me while I fuck you," he demands, one hand sliding to your throat again, choking as he bites your collarbone.
You stare up at him, mesmerized by the sweat beading on his forehead, the way his muscles flex. He kisses you sloppily, tongue thrusting in time with his hips, and spanks your thigh, leaving a red print.
"Such a perfect pussy, milking my cock. You're mine now, all mine."
The praise makes you clench, another orgasm building, and he feels it, rubbing his thumb against your clit. He doesn't let you cum yet, withdrawing with a wet pop and manhandling you onto your knees.
"Ass up," he orders, and you present yourself, cheeks spread. âNow.â
He delivers a series of spanks to your ass, each one harder, turning the flesh pink. Then his cock slides back in, back shots deep and brutal.
His hands grip your hips, pulling you onto him, but one tangles in your hair, yanking your head back. He leans over, biting your earlobe, tongue licking the sting away.
"Take it, like a good girl. Love how your ass bounces when I fuck you."
Your eyes roll back, âH-Holy shit.â
The pace is relentless, his hips snapping forward, cock pistoning in and out, your juices coating his length and dripping down your thighs. He chokes you from behind, his hands tightening around your throat, pulling you upright against his chest while he rails you.
Sloppy kisses land on your neck, bites following each one. You cum hard around him, screaming his name, but he keeps going, chasing his own release.
"Ride me," he pants, pulling out and lying back.
You straddle him, sinking down onto his cock, the stretch exquisite. Your hands on his chest, you roll your hips, grinding down, clit rubbing against him.
He watches, mesmerized, hands cupping your tits, pinching nipples. "Bounce on that dick, show me how much you want me."
You do, lifting and slamming down, breasts jiggling. He spanks your ass, pulls your hair to bring you down for a messy kiss, tongues sloppy and wet.
He sits up, wrapping an arm around you, choking lightly as you ride. His mouth finds your ear, biting and licking, whispering praises: "Good girl, fucking your husband so well. Gonna fill this pussy up."
The words send you over again, walls fluttering, and he flips you without warning, pushing you against the wall beside the bed.
Your back hits the cool surface, legs wrapping around his waist as he thrusts up into you, reverse against the wall nowâyour front to him, but angled so he can pull your hair and bite your neck. His hand chokes your throat, eyes wild. Spanks land on your ass cheeks as he bounces you on his cock, the new position making him hit your g-spot relentlessly.
"Cum with me, baby," he growls, tongue in your ear, biting down.
You shatter, pussy spasming, and he follows, cock pulsing as he floods you with hot cum, thick ropes painting your insides. He keeps thrusting through it, messy and overfilled, cum leaking out around him. Finally, he stills, both of you panting, his forehead against yours.
But he's not done. He carries you back to the bed, laying you on your side again, sliding in from behind once more, cock still semi-hard and slick with your combined releases. The mess is everywhere: the sheets stained, your thighs sticky, but he grinds slowly, hand on your tit, kissing your neck sloppily.
"First of many mornings," he murmurs, the cold prince melting just a little more.
you have a boyfriend gifted with a pornstar cock, but he refuses to use it on you, too scared he'll end up hurting you. so your best shot is to devise a plan to get him to crumble, and even if things don't unfold quite as expected, what matters is the result anyway... right?
starring â f!reader x park sunghoon, besties!jaykewon
this work contains â smut â minors so not interact â barely any plot, way too much smut, sunghoon being diabolically hung, my extremely poor attempts at humor, established relationship, nasty nasty shit... brat tamer sunghoon, alcohol consumption, implied driving under the influence, jealousy, slut shaming (not from hoon), a tiny bit of violence, blood, size & bulge kink, fingering, dry humping, slight degradation, partially clothed sex, a freaky voice message, edging & overstim, oral (f!rec), mutual masturbation, lube, squirting, unprotected sex âž» rules m.list
length â one shot âž» 23.6k words
â NIA âž» i'm in pain and my period is abt to start ANDD antibiotics fucked my stomach up so if you see typos no you don't. anyways. big fat cock. who agrees!! shoutout to my homies vivi and stella for putting up with my ass and deactivation threats anytime i write anything ever!!! and for having read this before anyone else
Having a dick so big multiple people suggest you make a career out of it isn't half as nice as it sounds, Sunghoon would know that better than anyone.
Even before getting any experience, he'd been aware of just how comically large his dick was. He'd known ever since he had to go out of his way to search for porn with âmassive cock!â in the title for it to look anything like his, and even then he often found himself thinking they had to be exaggerating a bit for the sake of clicks.
Turns out, the comparison with real life average sizes is even more ridiculous.
He knows it sounds silly, there are hordes of men out there that would pay good money to swap places with himâhis dear friend Jake being the first in line.
Sunghoon still cringes when he remembers the first time he'd oh so innocently asked Jake for his opinion on the matter. Truthfully, all he wanted to hear from his bleached blonde friend was some reassurance, maybe how it was all in his head, or how at the end of the day the right person would love and appreciate every part of him no matter what, or whatever you tell people in situations like these. His first mistake was believing Jake out of all his friends would do the most tactful thing.
âThat thingâs likeâfucking huge!â Jake shrieked, grabbing Sunghoonâs phone out of his hands, every protest falling on deaf ears. âThereâs no fucking way, man.â
âItâs not that bââ Sunghoon tries to speak, but Jake stops him before he even gets a sentence in, calling Jayâs name at the top of his lungs.Â
âWhat are youââ
âWHAT,â Jay yells back from the kitchen, over the deafening sound of the food processor in use, annoyed by Jakeâs continuous interruptions that day. Of which at least four were to show him some nasty looking recipe he found on tiktok.
âYou gotta come take a look at this!â
At the time, Sunghoon was still vaguely uncomfortable around Jay. He was nice enough, and he was a great roommate, so there was that at least. It was a good trade off because the other option was staying at the way too crowded shitty dorms, and he liked the privacy that this deal got him. He wasn't always on board with it, Jake had to talk him into it when high school ended, but he swore him and Jay would be the bestest of friends if only he could let his reservations behind for a little, at least give him a chance.
Sunghoon moved away halfway through the second year of high school, and for a while it felt like Jay had swapped places with him and taken the life he was supposed to live for himself. First his best friend, Jake. Then the girl of his dreams, the one he never found the courage to confess to, you.
Thing is, while Sunghoon could recognize Jay had done absolutely nothing wrong to him per se, he still felt betrayed by him in a way. Truly it was just envy.
The food processor comes to an abrupt halt, and all that can be heard from the other room is a deep sigh, followed by the sound of dragged footsteps as their tall friend walks into the messyâin the way only college boys living spaces can beâliving room with resignation. âFine. But this better have nothing to do with Cheetos or tacos.âÂ
âMuch better.â Jake winks at him, nudging Sunghoonâs hands away with his elbow, the younger hissing in pain. âBehold,â he turns the phone towards an unassuming Jay, aware of the fact he's about to change the older's view of Sunghoon forever.âSunghoonâs monster of a cock.â
Jayâs hands stop on his apron, (the ridiculous one with a bodybuilder torso and cheetah boxers Jungwon got him for a secret Santa) and his mouth hangs open for a second too long, before he comes back to his senses and notices how Sunghoon slumps back on the couch, cheeks burning red. Jay swats the phone out of Jakeâs hand. âWhat the fuck is your problem, dude.â
âWhat? Iâm just saying itâs way larger than average!â
âHeâs uncomfortable.â Jay says, going back to drying his hands on the apron. âLeave him be.â
This only makes Sunghoonâs cheeks redder, his ears a bright pink too. Jake scoffs, eyeing him suspiciously. âSure. Iâm sure having a porn star cock must be so mortifying. Who even complains about stuff like this?â he snickers before making his voice a pitch higher. ââPoor me! My dickâs too heavy! What will I do!â
âOh my god,â Sunghoon runs a hand through his hair, pulling the ends a bit. âIt is not that big.â He looks at Jay for support, expecting him to disagree with Jake.
Jayâs gaze falters to his pants for a split second. His mouth twists but he remains silent.
âNot you too.â Sunghoon's hands now hold his face as he sinks into the cushions further, legs spreading. âJust say what you wanna say.â
âI meanâŠâ Jay gestures towards Sunghoon's crotch. âI suspected you were big but⊠thatâs crazy, man.â
âItâs not that craââ
âYes it is! Youâve got a fucking gas storage tank in your pants and you wanna sit here and tell us itâs not crazy?â Jake says, exasperated by that point. âAnd stop playing dumb. Itâs big. Thatâs good. Iâm sure the ladies go crazy over it. Or the gentlemen. Or whoever it is you fuck.â He kisses his teeth, muttering under his breath. âLucky bastard.â
âJakeâs right, Hoon. I donât know why you're so⊠negative about it. It's a good thing."
âI wouldnât know,â Sunghoon mutters under breath, more to himself than to the guys, but itâs still loud enough for them to catch it.
âOh? Then whenever the time comes, youâll see how much theyâll love it,â Jay says.
"I'm just worried." Sunghoon tries his best to avoid both sets of eyes staring intently at him. "What⊠what if I end up hurting someone?"
Jake coos, then moves closer to Sunghoon on the couch, his breath fanning over his ear as he whispers, âAlways so concerned about other people. Aren't you such a cutie pie?â
The boys weren't exactly wrong, but with big dick come great responsibilitiesâas Jake said. Yup, roll your eyes at him, not Sunghoon. He's innocentâlike having to finger and eat out your partners for what feels like an eternity before even trying to push the tip in, which is not exactly the best situation to be in as a virgin. Current Sunghoon thinks that's the best part, but it took a while to get here.
Sunghoon has always been a very patient man though, a gentle giant in every sense of the phrase. The last thing he would ever want to do is inflict pain accidentally on another human being.
When he got his first actual girlfriend, he'd been so nervous and honestly quite scared to have sex with her. So he got on Google whenever he had free time to study ways to make it as comfortable as possible, watching all kinds of video explanations or reading through feminine pleasure blogs written by women for women specifically, because that's where Jay told him the good stuff was at.
By the time he got to actually have sex with her, his mind was so overwhelmed by all this information that he essentially forgot how to even think. It was anything but romantic, so deeply embarrassing Sunghoon still cringes even after all this time when his mind betrays him and reminds him of it while trying to fall asleep at night.
And then, to add insult to injury, his girlfriend cheated on him and left him for this guy she'd only just met, because 'it might not be as big, but at least he knows how to use it'.
Heartbroken and with an hurt ego, Sunghoon did that thing all boys do when their first relationship doesn't work out: hit the gym and promise themselves they're never gonna fall in love ever again.
That second part ended up failing, because from the moment you showed up at his doorstep to visit (your now ex boyfriend, but a beloved friend nonetheless) Jay and Jake, five different bags around you, with eyes as big as saucers and staring at him like he had invaded his own apartment, all the feelings younger Sunghoon had for you hit him like a brick to his nape all over again.
You two dating came as a shock to everyone around you, mostly because while you were aware of Park Sunghoon's existence and vice versa, you'd never given it too much thought. You remembered him as the scrawny kid with the cute moles from math that you used to always catch staring. He was often around Jungwon because they were neighbors, but was way too shy to even say hi to you. That, and he was also always around Jakeâwho you were not exactly fond of, given his reputationâso you steered clear of him when you could manage to.
Then, when the third year of high school started, you stopped seeing him around, and Jungwon told you he had moved away to follow his dad's business. You wouldn't admit it at the time but the hallways seemed duller than usual for a few days, but that probably was also due to Jake not being as loud and energetic with his best friend gone.
Last year of high school, you went on a few dates with Jay from history class, and while he was the closest you have ever thought a man to be perfect, you both agreed you worked better as friends than anything more. Usually that means 'you're cool but I'm gonna try my best to not have to say hi to you if I see you around', but Jay is so wonderful, you actually kept in touch and became quite close, even if platonically.
By the time the year ended, you had a very tight group of friends consisting of yourself, Jungwon, Jay, and even Jakeâwho, for the record, isn't nearly as bad as all the crazy rumors make him out to be. It saddened you that it took so long to find your group, but you were grateful you had one nonetheless, a lot of people never get that luxury, so you weren't about to let a little graduation get in between you all. You spent a good five days consoling Jake that no, no one was going anywhere and yes, you will all be best friends for life.
But then college started, and it became difficult to stay in touch because Jay and Jake had to move. Jake reassured you that you and Jungwon would be more than welcome to visit and stay over at their apartmentâwhich you found funny because that is technically not Jake's apartment at all, at least not until Hoon moved in too and the three of them started sharing the costs, but he has a way of making every place he steps foot in his, like he's meant to be there, so Jay let it slide.
So the first thing you did when you finally had some free time was getting on the cheapest flight available to go visit your friends. Heavy luggage in hand and stained sweatpants on, you were dumbfounded when the one who opened the door for you was none other than Park Sunghoon, and not Jay like you expected.
He was no longer the shy kid you remembered him to be, and he had grown nicely into his features, his hair now a jet back instead of the brown you were accustomed to see. Over those two weeks you realized that while you have know Sunghoon all your life, you had never really seen him, and it made you want to go back in time and hand a little paper note to the shy boy always staring at you during class.
Your head sinks further into your pillow with a whine, the case enveloping it sporting gray spots of wetness, where your tears and drool had accumulated over the last torturous half an hour Sunghoon spent fucking you open with his fingers. You don't know what he means, because you feel like you could take his entire fist by now, that's how wet you are. If your pillowcase is such a mess, you don't even wanna think about what your bed sheets look like.
"I canâ take you," you protest, breath hitching mid sentence at a particularly deep curl of his fingers inside you.
"Yeah?" Sunghoon quirks an eyebrow at you, moving his thumb to suddenly hover over your clit. It's not a full touch, nor does he really move it from there, but just the expectation of it has your walls involuntary flutter around his digits. A wicked grin overtakes his face, in a way you think it would clash with his prince-like features. But it looks right at home on him, the canines poking out only adding to his devilish charm.
"Then what's this? Gripping me even tighter," he says against your lips again, like he can't pick between kissing you or speaking, like anything he does he needs to do it with your taste on his mouth. He shakes his head, pouting at you before you get the chance to retort. "Squeeze me this tight when I'm inside you, and I'll believe you're trying to push me out, baby."
The press of his length against your thigh doesn't help, and when your eyes roll to the back of your head, half the reason is the new spot he's now reaching making you see stars, the other is your frustration with him. You know he's huge, and you know he cares about your comfort above all, but a little sting as he bottoms out inside you would be a hundred times better than the 'prep' he's subjecting you to. It took so long to even get here, and now he plans on making you wait even more? You have half the idea to push him off of you and get on top of him, take what's yours. If he's not gonna believe you can take him, you might as well just show him.
Of course, that wouldn't work, because Sunghoon is infinitely stronger than you are and the only thing you would accomplish is looking stupid thrashing under him as he keeps you pinned down. Probably with one arm only too, to really get his point across.
"Add another finger then." There's a certain bark in your tone that makes him chuckle. That's all it is: bark and no bite. You can do nothing but demand, and demand, and demand again, but if he's not willing to give it to you, there is close to nothing you can do about it. And it makes Sunghoon's cock twitch against the slick skin of your thighs. He loves knowing he has you at his mercy.
"Woah!" he gasps, and the fake surprise only irritates you further. Or at least that's what you tell yourself, because Sunghoon doesn't miss the way you clench around his fingers whenever he talks to you like this. "Missy, you're so bratty today⊠where are your manners?"
The retort is ready on your tongue, but the words mold into a surprised hiss when he actually prods your hole with a third digit, feeling around for a way to slowly ease it into you. You fear it won't be as easy as you hoped, but you also don't want to back down now that he's giving in.
"Just put it in." You angle your hips to give Sunghoon easier access.
"Easy there." He leans back on his knees, and you hate how you're so needy. Even when he's still so close, fingers pumping in and out of you at a torturous pace, you crave for every inch of your body to be touched by his, for your breaths to mingle for as long as possible. You wonder how it's possible to miss someone who's right in front of you, but your heart yearns to hear the rhythmic beat of his own against your chest all the same.
You don't get to dwell on it too long, because the sensation of something wet dribbling right where Sunghoon's fingers meet you rips you out of your thoughts.
It takes a few seconds for you to realize what's happening, but when it sinks in, your mouth slowly hangs open in a moan, eyes closed to relish the feeling.
"You like that?" Sunghoon asks, and for once you can't bring yourself to care about the cockiness in his tone. In fact, it's the last thing you could care aboutânot when his digits are working to spread his spit all over you, and his third finger is slowly making its way inside you right next to the others. It's a tight fit, and Sunghoon can't really move his fingers like he wishes to, but it'll do for now. He can always do it over and over again until you're ready, as long as you keep making those faces for him. "Look at you," he continues. "You were so demanding earlier, now you're falling apart and I'm barely just getting started."
You clench around him hard, body all tensed up as you accommodate the sudden change in thickness.
Sunghoon bends down again when he notices you're not easing up, trailing his way back up your body with pecks, giving you a few on your lips once he reaches your face. "Does it burn, baby?" he asks, the playful edge in his tone from earlier completely gone, smoothed down to the usual soft timbre you love so much. "Do you want me to take it out? I'll make you cum with two fingers, it's okay."
You shake your head. The stretch does burn, but you also want to prove to him that you can take him.
"You sure?" The murmur vibrates against your ear, the sound of his voice close enough to have you arching your back, pushing your stomach against his harder figure. If you had any sort of reservation about continuing, it's totally gone now. His insistence to make you comfortable always ignites pure want in you.
You nod, but your eyes are still screwed shut because of the burn, so it's not enough for Sunghoon to let go yet.
He slows down his movements, trying to help you out, but the whine you let out is enough to let him know you actually want what he's giving you and more. Still, he needs to hear it. "Use your big girl words, I know you can."
"Wanna keep going."
"Aaand?"
"Please, Hoon." You know you're far gone when you don't even care about how whiny you sound, you would get onto your knees and beg if he asked you to right then. You would want to forget about it right after, but still, you would do it in a heartbeat.
Thankfully, your boyfriend is very nice to you, so 'please and thank you's are enough to keep him satiated, at least for now.
"Good girl."
The praise goes straight to your cunt, further tightening the grip you have on his fingers. Sunghoon is flattered, but that's not what you need in that moment. So he reminds you.
"Take deep breaths, baby. It's only gonna hurt more if you don't ease up."
"Hoon, want more."
"I know baby, I know. But it'll feel better if you stop tensing up. Here, follow my breaths and let go." He kisses both of your shut eyelids. "Eyes on me, pretty. Okay?"
You obey him like it's second nature, but when you open your eyes and you're met with the downright angelic sight of your boyfriend, black strands of hair framing his face and his chain dangling slightly from his neck, you don't understand how you're supposed to calm down. He starts taking deep breaths, ones you try your best to mirror. And despite what you thought, the focus on your chest rising and falling and the warmth in Sunghoon's eyes does make the stretch a lot better. You were enjoying yourself before too, all things considered. Now it's different, you're struggling to keep your sounds in, and any other time you would be mortified by how much wetness is seeping out of your cunt, but Sunghoon's presence is relaxing in a way no one else's has ever been for you.
The more you explore each other's bodies, the more you start to think that maybe, just maybe, there is not a single thing you could do with Sunghoon that you would ever regret. The safety of a judgment free zone with someone who obviously cares deeply for you makes the experience so much better than you could have ever imagined. What other people did to you, no matter how pleasurable, just didn't measure up to what Sunghoon does with you. And you haven't even gone all the way in.
"Theeere we go, see how much better it feels when you're not being a brat?"
Sunghoon is careful with you, watching your every reaction and studying your expressions so he can learn exactly what makes crumble and what brings you closer to the edge, what makes you forget you have to breathe and when to pause so he can drag your pleasure out for as long as he wants, for as long as you can handle. His cock is rock hard, casually rutting against you from time to time. You have half a mind to reach into his boxers and help him out, but you're not sure you could do a good enough job at it, not when he's starting to bend the tips of his fingers to reach right where you need him.
You can feel yourself getting closer, so you grab his wristsâwhether to stop him or push him further, you don't know yourself. What you do know, is that just fingers have never felt this good before, and if you had the choice to feel like this forever, you would take it.
The sudden grip doesn't deter Sunghoon, it encourages him instead. His movements are faster, deeper, but still just as precise. It's like he already knows the ins and outs of what brings you pleasure. "Gonna come all over my hand, baby? I know you're close."
You nod desperately, throat too raw and dry to produce sounds more complex than little whinesâwhich Sunghoon finds adorable, he can't wait to find out what sounds you make when he's splitting you open on his cock. He coos, and that alone almost makes you cum. Almost, because what really does you in is his thumb moving to finally circle your clit, really touch it.
Your body tenses up again when your vision goes a searing white, but Sunghoon's other hand finds your thighs right away to prevent you from caging his hands between your legs. He worked hard to make you cum, so you're not gonna take the sight of your fluttering pussy away from him, not when he has rightfully earned it.
"You did so well," he says, his hand caressing the skin of your inner thigh as a reminder to relax your muscles, his thumb slowing down its movement on your clit as your walls flutter around his digits at longer intervals each time.
You eventually even out your breathing, your vision still a little fuzzy, but you feel lighter and content. Once Sunghoon is sure you're okay, he pulls you in for a sweet kiss, like he wasn't just rearranging your guts with his fingers alone moments ago.
"Perfect, you're so perfect," he whispers between kisses, landing a wet smack on your nose when you scrunch it in response. "You're always gorgeous but thisâfuck, you're beautiful." He keeps kissing you, each kiss waking up a different butterfly in your stomach. You feel giddy like you haven't ever since you were a kid running through the meadow on a spring evening. You giggle when he reaches the valley of your breasts, and run your fingertips through his hair, his head resting on your chest.
"I love you," Sunghoon whispers, and for the first time in your life you know those words to be true, no hidden intention behind them, no cruel joke waiting for you at the end of the line. It feels right when they're coming out of Sunghoon's mouth.
"I know, I love you tâwhat are you doing." It's much more of an accusation rather than a question, because you see the little wicked glint in his eyes as he resumes kissing his way down your bodyâfirst down your navel, then between your thighs.
"Showing you how much I love you, duh." He spreads your legs as open as he can get them before you start protesting again. "Besides, I haven't gotten a taste yet."
You should stop him, because suddenly you're reminded of how he still hasn't come yet, and you would feel bad to neglect him. The look in his eyes thoughâneedy, almost feralâ keeps you pinned right in your spot. "What⊠about you?"
Sunghoon looks at you, genuinely confused. "What about me?"
"Yeah, I should be⊠helping you out." You glance down at him, and the wet patch on his boxers makes you clench around nothing. Had you not witnessed first hand how messy Sunghoon can get, you would assume he cummed already. Knowing that's only pre though, makes saliva flood into your mouth at the mere thought of your boyfriend's cock pumping load after load down your throat. Screw 'not hurting' you, you would be happy gagging and choking endlessly around him if it meant you got a tiny little taste.
"Oh baby, but you are helping me out. Just lay back and let me." Sunghoon pops two of his fingers in his mouth, tasting the residues of you high still lingering on his skin, rich and divine on his tongue. "So good, now let me get a real taste."
He trails his wet fingers up your body, relishing in the way you shiver under his touch when he brushes over your nipples. He grabs your face once he reaches it, and forces you to look at him. "Wanting to please me⊠arenât you such a generous girl? So, so good for me. So eager to please, youâre so cute.â He doesn't miss how your lip twitches in response to his words, and how your hand slides between your thighs and how they close around it. âBut, I'm still not done.â
âButââ
âShhh,â he silences you right away. He parts your lips with his thumb, and your response to it is immediate, sucking on it without needing to be told what to do. You swirl your tongue around his finger eagerly, as if trying to show him what he is missing by not letting you take his cock out his pants. âSee? So perfect for me. Such a pretty and obedient girl, am I right?âÂ
You nod subconsciously, like he has you under a spell, ready to comply with anything he asks out of you. Maybe he does.
âI know thatâs right.â Sunghoon takes the thumb out of your mouth, coating your lips with your own spit as he caresses them with it. âThen do what youâre told and lay back. I can fuck you another time. Now spread those legs for me mkay? Yeah, just like that. So much we can do in the meantime."
"I just don't get why he won't stick it in me."
"You have such a way with words."
You throw a fry at your best friend, only to get more irritated when he catches it midair with his mouth. Jungwon chews it loudly with his mouth openâbecause he knows it annoys you to deathâthen washes it down with his coconut milkshake that he won't let you get a sip of because 'using the same straw as me counts as cheating now that you're dating Sunghoon'.
"Okay but why? You're a man. What's the thought process behind this? Tell me."
"Girl, it's your boyfriend. You tell me."
"What if he doesn't fine me attâ" A fry hits you right on your forehead, and it's like the impact activates your brain cells, because of course Sunghoon finds you attractive, that is not the problem.
"Now, let's be honest with ourselves please. None of that shit."
Your back hits the bed with a soft thud, arms spread out as you stare at the very familiar ceiling of your room. A sight you've been taking in quite often recently, while trying to come up with a plan to get Sunghoon to dick you down good.
Jungwon shoves a fist of fries in his mouth, barely chewing before speaking again. "I don't get why it's such a big deal."
You roll onto your side, facing the blonde little gremlin occupying the space next to you. "It's a big deal becauseâ why is your ass on my pillow. Jungwon getâ"
He silences you by feeding you a handful of fries from the container on his lap. "You were saying?"
You gulp them down quickly before replying, because you're civilized enough to do so, unlike someone else. "We've done it all, and I know he's scared of hurting me, but I can also tell he's holding back. I'm readyâ I've been ready. It's just⊠whenever I think it's gonna happen he pulls back so suddenly, like he's restraining himself."
"Mhh⊠you've talked to him about this, right?" Jungwon looks at you in a way that feels entirely too judgmental, like skipping the communication part is something you do often enough for it to be a pattern. Something he needs to check off of a list before he gives you more advice.
He's not completely wrong. As in, at one point in your life you had made an habit out of assuming people's thoughts and intentions, but that is in the past. And those people are not your Park Sunghoon.
The polaroids messily scattered on the wall above your desk, like someone had dropped them and they'd defied gravity to stay there, glimmer as the sun starts its golden descent into the horizon. Old, more ruined around the edges ones you took right after Jungwon got you a polaroid camera with his very first salary from working at an ice cream shop over the summer. Pictures of sunsets and dumb words carved into sandy beaches, of thumbs digging into teenager Jungwon's dimples. Newer, glossier ones that you took when Sunghoon gifted you a new camera, after the one Jungwon got you finally broke down after years. You'd cried so hard that day, because it had felt like growing up.
The charger is still hidden under all the mess of receipts in your comforter's drawer, you still hope one day the pink sticker covered camera will turn on if you charge it long enough.
But some things are meant to stay in the past, and better ones are always hiding behind the corner, ready to come your way.
You aren't the young girl with the pink polaroid camera anymore, just like you're not the girl that is scared to voice her thoughts and troubles any longer.
"Of course I have."
"And?"
"Won, he just tells me I need more prep. I've had plenty of that, trust me. Like, he's spent the last month using this toy onâ"
"Okay, okay I get it. I trust you, spare me the details."
"âPoint is, I'm more than ready. I know it's gonna be uncomfortable and a bit painful at first, he's like⊠so huge it'sâ"
"I get it."
"âbut that's a given with how big he is. I think it's just⊠him being nervous, really."
"Have you⊠tried to, uhm. Take charge? Maybe you calling the shots would make it easier for him to let loose." Jungwon looks down on his lap as he plays with the rings adorning his fingers. You wouldn't say he has ever been particularly shy per se, not when it comes to discussing your sexual life, even in heavy detail. He was the boy your mother made you take a bath with after a whole day of rolling around in dirt as a kid, because his wasn't around a lot of the time. The same boy who has seen you toothless and with horrible haircuts, who has seen all your embarrassing phases. Talking to Jungwon was much more akin to talking to yourself rather than venting to a diary, because he stored secrets in his heart that you would never be comfortable writing down on paper. Except he also calls you a dumbass when he needs to.
It's been a little different ever since you started dating Sunghoon freshly out of college, but you imagine it can't be helped since Jungwon is also very close to him.
You take a deep breath, shoulders slumping with the motion. Yeah, like that would ever work. "He doesn't give up dominance ever, really. I have tried a few times butâŠ" you trail off, thoughts suddenly plagued with images of Sunghoon putting you back in your place instantly whenever you tried to take charge. You have already given it some thought, a lot of thought, actually. What wouldn't you do to have Sunghoon under you and at your mercy, so responsive to every touch, perhaps even tied down. Yeah, you're gonna have to bring it up more seriously to him, maybe then he would let youâ
"Are you seriously fantasizing about dominating your boyfriend right in front of my cheddar fries?"
But you're gonna continue that thought another time.
"Let's see thenâŠ" Jungwon continues, evidently determined to find a solution to your problem. "Maybe act out? Would that work? Mhhh⊠I don't know, you're already very annoying day to day and he puts up with thatâŠso."
Jungwon genuinely looks like he is putting so much thought into it, somehow it makes it more offensive.
"Yeah. And who grew up next to him? You. Exactly. You trained his patience, if anything," you retort, but Jungwon doesn't even give you the satisfaction of acknowledging it, because you both know that you do love to be a nuisance to your boyfriend whenever you get the chance.
"Wait." Jungwon perks up after a seconds of deep thought, making the plushies on your bed fall on the floor, but the situation is so dire that you don't scold him. Instead, you cast a hopeful glance in his direction. Please let his brain cells work for once in his life.
"Isn't Hoon like, terribly jealous every time someone brings up that time you and Jay dated in high school?"
The cogs in your brain turn, and if someone was to walk into the room at that moment they would be able to smell the fumes coming out of your and Jungwon's head.
Jungwon continues, though he doesn't need to, because you have caught what he is hinting to already. "You need him to snap? What better reason to if not some good ol' jealousy. Am I right?"
But of course he is, that little gremlin genius.
"And, it just happens that a few high school acquaintances are organizing a get together soon. You know people will bring up you and Jay, just drag Hoon along. It's fate."
"Have I ever told you that you're my bestest friend ever and that I owe you my life, Won?"
Your plan is not working out as expected.
Getting everyone on board took you and Jungwon some time, but they all eventually agreed to come along. Sunghoon himself was the one with the most reservations, since he moved away halfway through high school and he missed a good chunk of it. Most importantly, he missed how you and the others became friends in the first place, so he's always been a little bitter about it.
Calling it a plan was an overstatement. You wore a skimpy little outfit, black miniskirt and sheer thighs, and bet on someone bringing up how you and Jay used to date in front of Sunghoon. You hoped that would make him jealous enough to grab you and drag you home, maybe teach you a lesson that you would inevitably learn nothing from.
Instead, you get sulky Sunghoon with a beer in his hand, looking at you like a kicked puppy as you and Jay make conversation with your old acquaintances. It doesn't help that Jungwon refuses to pick up his phone so you two can come up with something quick to stir the night towards your desired outcome.
The call goes into voicemail again, and you sigh for the hundredth time that night as you end it and open up his chat to type in another text.
"No answer yet?" Jay asks, smoothing his pink dress shirt. He's always the classier looking guy in the room, no matter where he goes, but the hue of pink he chose for the night makes him stand out further in the sea of swarming bodies.
You shake your head. You're in a quieter corner, away from the thumping speakers, but your throat is sore after all the screaming you did over the deafening music. You thought you would get used to the volume when a few of the people at the reunion suggested moving to a club across the street to end the night with a bang, just like the old times, but it somehow got progressively worse instead.
From your side, Jake puts two fingers in his mouth and whistles to catch someone's attention, and when it doesn't work, Jay laughs at him.
"Sunghoon looks bored, I think we should call it a night," Jay says.
"Bored? He looks like he's gonna murder the next poor soul that steps too close to Y\N," Jake takes a swing of the drink he's holding, something that looks like aged whiskey. Very much unlike anything Jake would order. He hisses after the liquid burns his throat, even when diluted by the melted ice. "Jay, my man, your taste is so ass."
You give the interaction a half hearted laugh. Despite your original plan, you hate seeing Sunghoon so uncomfortable, especially when you know he only came along to make you happy. He insists he doesn't belong surrounded by people who pretend to remember who he is and keep bringing up stuff that happened in the past expecting a glint of recognition from him. You tell him there are multiple people with a similar experience to his even when they attended all years, you tell him he belongs anywhere as long as you and the other guys are there. He tells you those are the people that don't get invited to these sort of events.
"It's getting late anyway, maybe we should just go," you say, checking your notification bar for any sign of life from Jungwon. Still nothing.
"I'll go get Won." Jake throws back the remaining drink, scrunching his eyes and hissing at the bitter taste he still isn't accustomed to.
You take a second to scan your surroundings, and the swaying mass of sweaty bodies makes you nauseous. You used to love getting rocked back and forth by the music, uncaring for a single thing in the world if not the overwhelming love you felt for everyone and everything around you when alcohol buzzed through your system. When you were younger, it felt like ibuprofen for your soul. Now, it only amplifies the hurt in your chest when you think about how heavy this night must have been for your boyfriend.
Before you can make your way to him, someone grabs your attention.
"Jay! And you over there, it's been a while."
You instinctively turn towards the loud voice, finding a vaguely familiar face cockily grinning in your direction.
"She has a name." Jay takes a deep breath and gives you a look, his jaw tense, and that alone is enough to let you know right away the guy in front of you is nothing but trouble.
The guy continues as if you weren't even there to listen to the conversation. A ghost. "Doesn't matter, being your girlfriend is all she was known for back then." He takes a swing of his beer, taste as bitter as his voice. He's very obviously drunk out of his mind, words slurring and step unsteady, but his words annoy you anyway.
"Excuse mâ" you try to interject, but he speaks right over you.
"You two back together?"
Jay looks like he's seconds away from punching him, but you simply shake your head no. "Oh! No, and I'm not single actually. My boyfriend's hereâ" you turn around to look for Sunghoon where you last saw him, and beam when you find him right as he walks up to you. His shoulders relax just the tiniest bit when he notices how relieved you look when you meet his gaze, the way you reserve that look to him only, the way you light up as soon as you spot him. "There he is! Perfect timing, baby."
Sunghoon slides a hand around your waist possessively, placing a soft kiss to your temple to really get the point across. "I was looking for you."
Truth is, he wasn't. He had his eyes on you the entire time, but you were playing with your rings and kept readjusting your clothes as the conversation was unfolding, and Jay looked uneasy too, so he figured nothing good was being said.
"Yeah, sorry! Just catching up with friends from back in the day. Y'know, reminiscing and stuff. Have you seen Won around?" You want to diffuse the situation before the idiot in front of you says anything he might regret. You want Hoon to be a little jealous, not for him to get you all kicked out of a party because someone decided to run their mouth a little too much. Your hand finds his exposed biceps, and it looks like he made the right choice by stepping in, because now that he is all up in your space, you're visibly more comfortable.
Sunghoon shakes his head. Last time he caught a sight of Jungwon in the crowded space was when the night had barely started, and he wore a cowboy hat as he shoved his tongue down some girl's throat. Good for him. "He's probably⊠catching up with acquaintances too."
You look like you are about to say something, but the nameless guy interrupts you before you get a single word out. It gives Sunghoon all the more reason to dislike him, even before he listens to what he has to says. "And you are? I don't recall seeing you around."
"Oh! Hoon just moved to a different school halfway through high school, but we're all friends," Jay replies instead, familiar with his best friend's feelings about his high school years.
"Then why is he here?"
Sunghoon's jaw clenches. You squeeze his arm as if to remind him you are next to him, and he melts instantly into your touch.
"I'm here because my girl and my friends are. Now if you'd be so kind, we are trying to have a nice night, and you're interfering with that." Sunghoon turns around, holding you against his chest as he starts to make his way to the bar to grab another beer.
"Yeah? You know your friend and your girl used to fuck? Maybe they still do."
Sunghoon was raised to be a patient man. One that counts to ten before reacting, a man who wouldn't even hurt a fly. So it must be the alcohol fueling his actions, because before he realizes what he is doing, he grabs the guy by his shirt, knuckles white as a ghost making the material wrinkle in his hold. "What the fuck did you just say?"
Sunghoon knows he is being provoked, but not even Jay trying to step between them can do anything to calm his anger, not when the poor bastard spits on his shirt, then says something that he really shouldn't have.
"I mean look at her." The man laughs, and it's bitter, filled with something more sinister than mere disgust. It's envy. "Are you surprised? She's dressed like a whore."
Sunghoon moves before you have the time to grab him, right fist colliding with so much force against the man's face, his lip breaks on contact. He wobbles a bit, hit taking him by surprise, but he just gathers the blood dripping inside his mouth and spits it by Sunghoon's feet.
"Hey! Hey." Jay grabs the guy's arm, roughly yanking him back as a crowd of people starts to notice the commotion, heading to take a look at what's happening, a few bodyguards included.
"So tough," the man starts a laughs interrupted by winching when his broken lip curls too much. "Take that out on your so called friendâ"
Your voice drowns out the rest of the sentence. "Baby, please."
Sunghoon looks at you, and for a second you doubt he sees you. There's so much anger in his eyes, like he wants nothing more than to rip the little bitch in front of him to pieces. They're almost unfamiliar in a way that send shivers down your spine. You hate the fact that you can't tell if it's fear or lust. But the storm behind his gaze clears out for a second when he sees the alarm on your pretty face, just the one you need. "I wanna go home."
No matter the anger coursing through Sunghoon's bloodstream like venom, thick black poison inciting him to turn back and finish the job, his conscience always prioritizes your well being and what you want. So when you take his hand a make a beeline for the exit, he follows without a single complaint.
The car ride back home is uncomfortably silent.
Sunghoon doesn't hum the random tune playing on the radio like he usually does, he doesn't hold your thigh nor does he even spare you a glance, and you start worrying he might be mad at you.
The words said about you earlier sting, but they don't hold a candle next to Sunghoon's silence. You want to speak up, fill the void that is so uncharacteristically awkward, but the words die in your throat the second you try to push them out.
A ding! followed by your phone screen lighting up signals a new notification, and you swipe through your phone to find out if Jungwon has finally made his existence known.
It's a text from Jay. You notice how Sunghoon's eyes dart to your phone for a split second before going back to focusing on the road ahead, his jaw twitching under the street lights.
00:27 AM. Jongie <3: You guys made it home yet?
00:28 AM. you: not yet, you? did you find the others?
Last thing you heard as you dragged Sunghoon out of the club was Jay arguing with both the still nameless guy and two bodyguards who had been notified of commotion next to the bar. Your main goal was to get your boyfriend the hell out of there before he broke someone's face in, but now that you're away from the mess and the dizziness from the alcohol has started to die down, leaving your muscles and bones tired, you worry for your friends too.
00:29 AM. Jongie <3: Heading back now, Jake texted me he found Won.
00:29 AM. Jongie <3: Wasted, ofc. But apparently Jake's taking care of him now.
00:31 AM. you: don't know if i like the sound of that. will they ever let us back in there?
00:33 AM. Jongie <3: Yeah no chance, Won won't be happy when he finds out.
00:35 AM. you: how did him and jake even get home?
You lock your phone for good after Jay confirms Jake mumbled something about a really nice girl with a great rack driving them home, deciding you'll deal with their bullshit another day, when you're completely sober and not worried about what your unusually silent boyfriend might be thinking.
Just in time for Sunghoon to pull into his driveway. He doesn't remind you to take your bag with you as he always does, he doesn't wait for you to be out of the car before heading straight towards his front door. Truth be told, you're more shocked he didn't just drop you off at your own apartment because now you're really sure he must be upset with you.
It's dumb, really. What that guy said is anything but your fault. But your panicked mind makes up scenarios in which Sunghoon knows you wanted to make him jealous, wanted to get a reaction out of him for something as silly as getting him to properly fuck you. It convinces you he has every right to be upset.
His hand twitches in pain for a second while unlocking the door, dried bloodâboth his and notâstaining his pristine knuckles, and it only aids in making you feel worse. You follow him through the entrance, and he waits for you to walk inside before locking the door for the night. It's now or never.
It takes all the courage you can find within yourself to speak, and still your voice comes out uneven, shaky, things your voice has never been when talking to Park Sunghoon. "I'm really, really sorry."
He turns back to you like you just said the most shocking sentence he's ever heard in his life, and he quickly grabs you by your hips when he notices just how scared you look. He quickly realizes you must've mistaken his silent attempt at calming down his anger at the situation for coldness towards you for some reason, and his heart breaks a little at the thought of having made you doubt yourself. When he answers, it's the softest you've ever heard him. "What for, pretty girl?"
Tears well in your eyes when you fail to find the words. You're sorry for so many things, you don't even know where to start. You're sorry for dragging him somewhere he didn't even wanna be in the first place, sorry for taking advantage of his kindness for your own benefit, you're sorry his knuckles are raw and bloodied just because he had to defend you. Above all, you're sorry for being so damn selfish.
Sunghoon carefully caresses your face with his clean hand, so none of that bastard's blood goes anywhere near your pretty features. His thumb swipes across your bottom lip like it's second nature, silently waiting for you to say what's on your mind. He searches your gaze, but you're too busy trying to not burst into tears right there in front of him, so he lowers his hand to your jaw and gently angles your head upwards.
His eyes are kind and warm, no hint of the searing coldness they held mere minutes ago. "None of what happened today is your fault," he speaks slowly, sincerely. He makes sure every single word leaving his lips is loud and clear, no room for misunderstanding or doubt. Sunghoon is smart, he knows you like no one ever has put in the effort to. "I'm sorry if I made you doubt yourself back there, I should've said something. I'm sorry." He sounds secure and confident in what he's saying, but the little unsteady breath and the sharp swallow that come right after betray him. His hand slightly trembles on your skin, and it makes your heart sink even more.
Something else to add to the list. You're also sorry for making Sunghoon feel guilty over your emotions when he never did anything wrong to begin with.
You still struggle to speak, especially when Sunghoon is looking into your eyes as one would towards the light shining through the water surface after holding their breath in far too long, like it means being able to breathe again. There's a devotion in him you've never seen, something actors on a stage cannot replicate, something you don't think words to describe it have been spoken out yet. Something purely unique to you and him.
When your words fail you, you show him your own devotion in a different way.
There's a medication kit Sunghoon got forever ago solely to patch up Jake and Won whenever their Jake and Won antics get them hurt (very often, comically often). Never in your life would you have imagined Sunghoon to be on the receiving end of the care, but here you are.
Sunghoon follows you wordlessly to the couch, giving no protest when you point to sit down while you take your spot next to him.
The saline stings as you carefully clean the wound, but Sunghoon makes no show of it. You finally have a reason to look at somethings else other than his eyes as you gather your thoughts, but he doesn't lose sight of the frown deepening on your face.
Sunghoon watches you intently through his now messy bangs as you hold his bigger hand in yours as if it were made out of the most precious, frail glass. His fingers are way thicker than yours are, but you brush against his knuckles with the cotton just as softly as he kisses your forehead seconds before you let yourself be taken by slumber in his arms every night. He sees all the expressions fluttering on your face, he gives you the time he knows you need. He knows there's something you need to get off your chest.
When the blood stains the cotton instead of his skin, you speak up, "Does it hurt?"
Sunghoon hums in disagreement, the sound dry in his throat. You press into the raw skin a little harder, earning a low hiss from him. "Don't lie to me. We don't lie to each other."
"We don't, but you're hiding something from me." He stops before continuing, his voice a mere whisper, "what's wrong?"
"You got hurt because of me."
"That's notâ"
"Yes you did." And once the river of words tumbling out of your mouth starts, it can't be stopped any longer. "I know how you feel about high school andâ"
"It's not thatâ"
"But it is. I don't care if it was five years ago or ten or fifteen, I know you feel a certain way about it and don't lie to me to spare my feelings because it makes me only feel worse. You feel a way about it and I still went out of my way to take advantage of it for such a stupid reason and now I feel like a fucking idiot. And it also got you hurt."
"Baby," Sunghoon says after a moment of quiet, only filled by your heavy breathing. "Hey."
You busy yourself by grabbing the gauze in the little med kit next to you, but you make the mistake of glancing at him for a second, and the little smile dancing on his lips keeps your eyes glued to the sight.
"It's only a few scratches. What's all this really about?"
"I just⊠fuck, I'm never living this down." You stretch the white bandage over Sunghoon's wound, wrapping it a few times to fully secure it. You take a deep breath, buying yourself more time by inspecting your boyfriend's fingers like they're the most interesting thing you've ever seen in your life. He playfully taps his index against your palm. It makes you smile despite your best efforts not to. "I just wanted to make you jealous."
You say it so quietly even Sunghoon, barely inches away from you, almost misses it. Almost, because you hear the teasing in his tone loud and clear. "Jealous?"
Cat's out of the bag anyway, so you might as well explain yourself. "Before you say anything, Won gave me the idea."
"Of course."
"I just, y'know. Best friend stuff," you say, as if it's the answer to everything.
"Best friend stuff⊠as in?" Sunghoon keeps prodding, and the faint smile you hear as he speaks without having to take a look at him simultaneously makes you want to grin and roll your eyes at him. You bite your inner cheek instead.
"As in⊠complaining about my boyfriendâŠ"
"Oh, you must have so much to complain about."
"Well, for starters, my boyfriend doesn't want to fuck meâ"
Sunghoon erupts in a fits of boyish giggles when he finally figures out what's going on, delighted to see how embarrassed you are by this whole ordeal. He grabs you by your hips and sits you right on top of his lap so suddenly you let out a little shriek of surprise. "Trust me, your boyfriend would love nothing more than to fuck you through the mattress."
Your hands rest on his shoulders, and you lower your chest against his, noses brushing each other. "Then what's stopping him?"
Sunghoon's warm breath tickles your lips when he whispers, "Maybe he thinks your pretty little pussy can't take it yet."
A warm feeling travels through your body, settling into your lower abdomen, and just when you think he's gonna kiss you, he pulls back and rests his back on the cushion behind him, sinking further into the soft couch and pulling you down with him.
"Hoonâ"
"Mh-mh. You haven't told me what Won's idea was yet."
"You know it." You raise your hand to playfully hit his chest, but he's faster than you are and catches your wrist midway with his injured hand.
"I don't know a damn thing," Sunghoon says as he brings his lips to the back of your hand, letting them brush gently against your soft skin before placing a small peck. "Go on, enlighten me."
You pout, but Sunghoon's set on making you talk, and even though you're stubborn and embarrassed, you know he won't let it go until he's satisfied with your response.
And, the slowly growing hardness under your exposed panties, combined with the residuals of alcohol still buzzing through your system are making it hard for you to stand your ground. Not when Sunghoon looks as good as he does with his bangs messily covering his eyes, and fitted short sleeve highlighting his hard chest underneath the cotton. Unfortunately for you.
You move on his lap, adjusting your position so you can feel more of him through the thin material covering you. You crave the harsh coarseness of his jeans on you, for the heat seeping out of him to envelope you fully. You're on top of him, thighs straddling his, yet you feel the invisible push to be even closer. As close as you physically can be.
Sunghoon sees the hunger in your eyes, he has all this time. He too is barely hanging on by a thread, and the self restraint he's miraculously managed to keep until now is dwindling by the second. All the times you've begged for him, all the times he's fucked your pretty pussy open with different toys, bigger and thicker each time. All the times he's had to take cold showers after seeing the raw need for him to claim you fully reflected in your eyes, even after coaxing orgasm after of orgasm out of you. You're so insatiable, but he might be even worse. Once he gives in, he doesn't think he'll be able to let you go ever.
Sunghoon knows you've felt ready for a long time, and even if he thinks you could use more getting used to bigger sizes before he allows himself to finally sink into you, the temptation gnaws at him all the same.
He just needs a little confirmation.
"Tell me, what was this master plan of yours?" he speaks with his mouth pressed to your palm, softly running his nose down to your wrist, allowing himself to bask in the warmness of the scent you chose for the night.
"Won's, not mine."
"That you willingly agreed to."
"I just⊠wanted to make you jealous." You finally admit, avoiding Sunghoon's gaze at all costs.
"How so? Wearing this tiny little dress?" His voice is lower, more dangerous. He slides his free hand to grab a handful of your barely covered ass, the skirt having ridden up to your waist almost completely. "You know I like it when the attention's on you. They can look all they want, you're mine." The movement causes you to jerk up against his crotch, earning a low grunt from the man beneath you.
"Tell me, baby," Sunghoon rocks you slowly against his hard bulge, caging his bottom lip between his teeth as he takes in your needy and embarrassed form. "How did you plan to make me jealous? Why?"
Your hand slides down his chest and dips under the thin shirt before caressing just over the waistband of his underwear peeking out of the dark jeans. "I thought it would be a smart idea to drag you along to the get together, and I guess I hoped someone would bring me and Jay up. I know how you feel about it and I wanted to use it to my advantage, but I also didn't consider how you'd feel surrounded by strangers reminding you of all the time you and the guys lost. All the time we lost. You came to make me happy and I was being selfish the entire time. You even got hurt because of meâ"
"Not because of you. He should be thankful you were there to stop me or I would've broken his ugly face in."
"Still. I'm so sorry. It was childish."
A beat passes without either of you saying anything, and you twitch uncomfortably in his lap.
"Why?"
Your lip trembles, and your heart sinks at the thought of having angered your angel of a boyfriend. Tears well up in your eyes before you even attempt to explain yourself, but Sunghoon gently angles your chin toward him until you're met with his gaze. It's intense, darker than you've ever seen in all your time knowing him. He searches your face for something, and you realize it's not anger casting shadows behind his eyes. It's pure, unfiltered lust.
"Why did you want me jealous?" His voice is raw, like it pains him to produce a single sound, like whatever you answer him with is the honey that will soothe it.
You twitch again, and this time you're not scared, but your insides twist all the same. He rest heavy and hot under you, and you don't know how you'll handle another rejection if that's what this is leading to.
"I wanted you to fuck me, really fuck me. I hoped it would be enough to push you to the breaking point, Sunghoon.â You swallow hard, and the saliva in your mouth feels thicker than usual. Maybe it is, maybe you're just more aware of all the sensations within your body. "I need you to break."
It's all Sunghoon needs to hear.
He lurches forward to capture your lips with his, harsh and messy, like an animal that has finally broken out of the restraint keeping it chained. His hands roam all over your body, eager to explore every single inch as if it's the first time he ever does.
You reciprocate him with just as much hunger behind every movement, hands slipping from his body to his hair to pull his head back. You grind your hips against his, moves deliberately slow compared to the feverish kiss. "I need you. I don't wanna wait anymore."
Sunghoon moans into your mouth when you release his hair, and he doubles his efforts, sliding his fingers through the wide gaps of the fishnets covering your thighs, big palms fully working you on top of his bulge.
"You want it so bad, baby?" He says between open mouthed kisses, full lips raw and red from the fight with yours. "I'm gonna give it all to you."
Uncaring for the mess of knocked over stuff you two leave in your wake, from Sunghoon's keys loudly hitting the ground to your heels abandoned somewhere on the carpet, you make your way to his room without ever letting go of each other. All around you is just background noise and things you'll think of later, the only thing that seems to matter is to get in bed and get rid of all the pent up frustration clouding your minds.
The door shuts closed and soon your back hits the bed with a soft thud, Sunghoon's hands heavy on your hips and mouth hot on your neck as he carves a wet path on your sensitive skin, caging you between his hard chest and the mattress. He wraps your leg around his middle, and when your cores touch again, you both sigh in relief.
You've spent all this time on the cusp of finally getting something more, waitingâalbeit not so patiently on your partâfor the right moment, and now that you both know you're just moments away from it, seconds seem to stretch out into hours and even the slightest teasing feels unbearable.
That's what you think, at least. Because Sunghoon is nothing but a tease at heart, and he has very different plans in store for you.
You take advantage of the little moment of pause to undress yourself, but Sunghoon stops you as soon as he notices what you're trying to do.
"Keep it on," he murmurs along your neck, feeling your pulse quicken right under his full lips. He kisses along your collarbones, to your shoulder, exactly where the strap of your dress rests. His teeth graze the material, and he draws back slightly before letting it snap back into place, the slight sting making you jump just the tiniest bit in his hold. "You wanted to make me jealous in this? Then I'll fuck you in it." He mouths his way back up, until he reaches your ear, teeth gently biting right where he knows it makes shivers spread all over your body. "Next time you wear it, my cock is all you'll be able to think about."
You can't hide the way your body reacts to his words, thighs pressing together from the sheer excitement.
Sunghoon toys with the strings of your fishnets, and for a moment you think you should take them off, but he just rips a hole through them, allowing his hand to finally slide underneath them and grab your ass as harshly as he wants. "These were getting on my nerves."
"I can take themâ"
Sunghoon silences you with a kiss, slower than the previous one, calculated and meticulous but every bit as passionate. His teeth sink into your bottom lip until you gasp against his mouth, his tongue gently licking away at your lip to soothe the sting. He pulls your core closer to his, unabashedly moaning into your mouth as he ruts his hips into yours.
The tights start to frustrate you the more he works himself against your panties. You want to be closer, you need to feel him push against you completely, and they're in the way. So once again, you try to rid yourself of them.
Sunghoon keeps you still. "These stay on until I tell you to take them off." His tone is commanding, but not abrasive, muffled by your skin. "Understood?"
You barely nod when suddenly he's bending you at his will like you're his to drag around as he pleases, and while usually you would've fought back just for the sake of it, you play nice this time, doing anything to not have him changes his mind and leave you hanging once again.
He sets you on your knees, facing the headboard of his king sized bed, a sturdy and thick thing, wood carved with elegant loops and twirls all around the edges. They gleam and cast shadows alike when Sunghoon reaches over you to turn on the bedside lamp.
The same hand steadies your hip as he lowers himself onto you, pressing his chest to your back and littering kisses from your temple to your neck. "Aren't you such a cute little thing?" he whispers into your ear, chucking when he feels you shudder under his weight. "So needy and desperate, making up plans just to have my cock in your tight pussy." He's so big, so warm. So strong. It makes your knees weak, and you would crumble on the soft mattress if not for his large hand keeping you still. "Should've just come to me right away, should've begged for my cock like the good girl I know you can be." His other hand starts to travel down your body, and your thighs instinctively spread open to accommodate him.
Pride blooms in Sunghoon's heart. You're so pliant for him, sweetly allowing him to touch you all over, your body responding so well to his slightest touch, to his softest word. The trust you have in him makes his cock harder in his pants, but he's always been a patient man. A man that enjoys taking his time playing with his meal before sinking his teeth into it.
That, and you still have a lesson to learn. "But you've been bad, so bad." He bites your earlobe as his fingers hook onto one of the little holes in your tights, right over your throbbing core, so needy and ready to be claimed by him. You hear a loud rip before you realize what's going on.
His fingers immediately find your panties, slick and stuck to your drooling lips, and he starts touching you over them like all the teasing he's subjected you to until then isn't enough to satisfy him. "You'll make it up to me, yeah? You'll make me proud and happy." He licks along the shell of your ear, and your thighs shake, spreading open once more to coax him into touching you better. "I'll only fuck you when I'm satisfied with how sorry you are."
"Hoonâ"
"Don't worry, baby." His fingers dip under the fabric, finally really touching you for the first time that night. He slides two fingers between your lips to coat them in your juices as he keeps talking to you in a tone that almost seems belittling, the pout in his voice too heavy and pronounced for it to be honest. "I'll make it worth it. All the time we waited will be worth it. I just have to get you nice and ready, dripping for me."
You have half a mind to turn around and fight him, because you don't understand how you could physically get wetter even if you wanted to be patient and take it. "I'm already wet," you say, and it comes out a little harsher than you intend for it to.
"Look at you," Sunghoon mocks you, the bite in your response only making him chuckle lowly in your ear, the vibrations from the sound make wetness pool on his digits, much to his amusement. "Can't keep the brattiness in check even when you should feel sorry. How can I take your apologies seriously?"
You open your mouth to answer, but his fingers pinch your clit before you get a single word out, replaced by a shriek that sounds something right in between pleasure and pain.
"Less talking." Sunghoon doesn't stop or lessen his touch on your poor sensitive bundle of nerves. Instead, he rolls it between his fingers, coaxing loud moans out of you with every single movement. "More of this."
The bed creaks under Sunghoon's knees as he detaches from your already quivering form and gets up to grab something. You complain with a little whine at the sudden loss, but just a quick glance in his direction tells you to stay still and be patient.
"Where's your phone?" Sunghoon asks. It sounds a lot more like an order.
"My⊠huh? My phone?"
"Your phone. Where is it?"
You gawk at him for a second, still in the same position despite the dull ache in your knees slowly but surely setting in, your mouth agape as you try to rack your brain for an explanation as to why the fuck Sunghoon needs your phone since he doesn't seem to be planning on offering you one. "In my bag. On the couch, I think."
It's only a few seconds before your boyfriend returns with your phone in his hand, and throws it carelessly on the bed next to you. He returns to his previous position, the warmth radiating from his body soothing you even when you don't know what to expect next.
You'd be lying if you said you don't enjoy this stricter version of your ever so loving and doting boyfriend, thighs clenching at the thought of the danger lurking behind his sweet demeanor.
"Unlock your phone and open Jay's chat." Sunghoon's calm facade is completely gone, replaced by pure fire.
"What?"
"You heard me." His grip on your thighs tightens, possessive and angry. "You're gonna open Jay's chat and record while I fuck your pussy with my fingers, and you'll have him hear how good I make you feel."
You're breathless, adrenaline pumping through your system and ears ringing at the thought of doing something so obscene, with one of your best friends on the other end of it no less. "Hoon, Jay didn't have anything to do with this⊠we shouldn'tâ"
"I don't care." Sunghoon bites your neck, sharp canines poking you just enough to elicit a gasp out of you. "You'll do as I say and tell him you won't ever go back."
He sounds so possessive, so unlike any version of him you have experienced, and just this little taste has you obsessed. You love the soft spoken, big sweetheart he always is, and you love the sleeping beast hidden just beneath the surface too. You love the anticipation of what's to come, not knowing which side of Sunghoon you're gonna get.
Your hand trembles as you reach for the phone, his is sure and steady as it makes its descent down to your wet pussy again. Sunghoon takes his time, letting his fingers ghost on your thighs for a little before sliding the panties off of you. You hear him moan behind you, and you're glad you don't get to see what you suspect is him licking off the wetness off the fabric he just rid you of. That would be way too much for you in the moment, you think.
The Jongie <3 contact in your favorites section seems so silly now that you're mere seconds away from letting him hear how your boyfriend fucks you, so you take a few deep breaths in preparation. As if sensing your hesitation, Sunghoon quickly places a gentle kiss to your temple, and just like that, he's back to his caring self. "You said you're sorry, baby. You should show me, but you don't have to."
You press the voice message recording button moments later, heart thrumming loudly in your ears as you slide your finger up so it keeps recording hands free.
"Such a brave girl. So, so good for me." Sunghoon praises you, and it soothes some of the anxiety you feel, his tone thick and sweet as honey, you barely recognize it as the same one that was giving you harsh commands earlier.
The downright filthy sound of Sunghoon's digits spreading your pussy lips open has you cowering in embarrassment, but your boyfriend doesn't care. He needs Jay to hear how absolutely soaked you are. He wastes no time, pushing in three fingers inside you.
Your mouth is hung open in a silent moan, eyebrows knit together and eyes closed, taking a moment to adjust to the sudden sensation. It stings, even when you're so wet it's dripping down your thighs by now, but his fingers are so long and thick the initial stretch is always uncomfortable, despite all the training.
Sunghoon doesn't like that, so he gives you no time, no warning, and just starts pumping in and out of you, curling the tips just like he does when you're about to cum and need the tiniest push. He's unfair, so unfair, because how are you supposed to keep your sounds down like you planned to when he's finger fucking you like it's his life mission to have you come undone in record time?
You don't know if it's an ego thing, or he just wants to make your punishment that much harder. It must be both, because within seconds you're moaning and gasping out in pleasure for him and Jay so beautifully, really putting on a show for the both of them. But it's so hard to focus and remember what you're supposed to say, and the longer the voice message is, the more mortified you'll be in the morning.
For now, satisfying Sunghoon's thirst for punishment and placating the jealousy you yourself caused is your top priority. You'll think about the consequences another time.
"Aren't you gonna say hi? Where are your manners?" Sunghoon's mouth drops to your ear, the movement of his fingers inside of your cunt relentless and not giving you a single second to breathe properly. It doesn't matter to him, how much harder he's making for you to accomplish your task. He basks in it, even. He's proud of how just his fingers are enough to turn you dumb with pleasure.
"Iâmh," you try your best to muffle the moans cascading from your lips, to no avail. Even if you managed to do so, the incredibly loud squelching noises in the background would betray you.
"Need a hand?" he laughs dryly, and you feel the faint presence of a fourth finger next to the other three, waiting to slide in and stretch you open further.
"Hoon!" you gasp in surprise.
"That's right, baby. That's who you belong to. Tell Jay."
"IâI belong toâHoon! I can't!"
His fourth digit keeps prodding around to find a possible entrance, but you're already so full you think any more would actually break you. "How do you plan to let me fuck you, then?"
He's teasing you. You both know you can and you will. It's just a matter of taking it slowly. His finger is suddenly not trying to inch inside you anymore, despite how lost you both are in the moment, your comfort comes first always. It just means Sunghoon will find another way.
He speaks lowly against your ear, but it's enough for your phone to pick it up clearly, "Once I'll split you open on my cock like you've been begging for, nothing else will ever satisfy you. No one else will. Once I claim your little hole, it's mine. Jay's seen how big I am. He knows it too. Tell him whose pussy I'm about to split open."
"Mine." You gasp at a particularly harsh thrust.
"No. Mine." The sheer command in his voice makes you clench even more around his fingers, as if the fit isn't already tight enough. "Try again."
"Yours! It's yours."
"Good fucking girl." He moans against you, his hot breath rising goose bumps all over your skin. "Tell him you'll never go back to him," he adds after a moment, quieter.
The pace he is fingering you at slows down just enough so you can actually get a coherent sentence out, and you're silently grateful for this little show of mercifulness on Sunghoon's part. If not for this, the voice mail would probably end up being an hour long.
"I'll neverâmh. Go back to you."
"Good. So good. Now tell him how happy you are with me, happier than you ever were with him. Tell him you love me," he rasps, high on the reassurance you're providing him. High on how obedient you are for him.
"Love Hoon so much, I love him. I love him so so much. Hoon, please." You're a mess, dripping down onto the bedsheets and clamping around his fingers so hard any more would probably cut Sunghoon's blood flow. The more you grip him, the wider you spread your thighs to accommodate him, like you're silently begging for him to be harsher. He has half a mind to fulfill your body's wordless plea.
"Look at you, spreading your pretty legs for me. You like it when I talk to you like this? Does it make your little pussy wetter?"
You're so tight, so wet, and Sunghoon is so impossibly hard. He could cum right there just thinking about how good you'll feel wrapped around him, walls convulsing and milking him for all he's worth with every orgasm he gives you. For every orgasm you bless him with.
A sight for sore eyes, one Jay will never see nor hear. Because as soon as he can sense you climbing up your high, getting so close, your walls fluttering against his curled up digits in preparation and juices plentifully seeping out of you, he grabs your phone and ends the recording himself.
Sunghoon moves, and suddenly you miss the weight of his chest pressing into your back, but the pace of his fingers inside you slows down again. You wail as you feel the climax you were so close to dissipate, and suddenly you feel like invisible ropes are keeping your front tied to the bed. Your back gives in under the pressure, arching in ways that should be uncomfortable but it's the only outlet other than the plentiful sounds being pushed out of you your body has to ground itself in the midst of all the pleasure.
The loneliness your heart feels whenever he deprives you of his body heat for as much as a few seconds has tiny broken sobs and whines lurch out of your throat, but like every single time, Sunghoon is there to soothe you. "I know, baby, I know. Just let me help you feel good. Yeah?"
Even when you're supposedly being punished, he can't help but go a little easy on you, his gorgeous angel. His spoiled baby. But it's okay, because you did such a good job, listened and obeyed to his every command.
Sunghoon's warm breath tickles the skin of your bottom, and his nose brushes up from your mid thigh to your ass, giving you a playful yet gentle bite on the plushy skin. Air gets stuck in your throat in anticipation, but like every single thing he does, he takes his time in savoring all the moments leading up to finally get your sweet taste to coat his tongue like he's craved for this entire time.
You're twitchy and so responsive in his hold, and Sunghoon is enamored with the sight of your fluttering walls trying their best to suck his thick digits in even more. Greedy little cunt for a spoiled little girl. A perfect match.
He watches intently how you react to every single thrust of his fingers inside you, how your knees shake and body flops forward when he bends the tips in just the right direction when you least expect it. He pushes in deeper, and deeper, until you're gushing on his palm, your essence dripping down his wrist and a few droplets down to his elbow too. He registers your every moan, every beg for more, imprints all your sounds in his memory like they're the dearest ones he's ever made.
Sunghoon remembers all your reactions from times you'd consider unimportant, from the little moan when you first bite into anything he's cookedâwhether you really like it notâto the way your leg bounces when following the rhythm of a song you said you despised because they played it on the radio too often, to the way your eyebrow twitches when he mentions a name you haven't heard before.
When you catch him with that sweet look in his eyes, staring at you with a toothy grin and canines peeking out, it's because he's watching you and storing everything in his mind, no matter how mundane, no matter how dumb, no matter how silly. It's a no brainer he'd do this in times like these too, even when he's witnessed you come undone under his gaze plenty of times, he doesn't want to miss a single one.
It's not really about learning what brings you pleasure faster and what prolongs it, he's familiar with all of that already, Sunghoon just happens to really enjoy watching you, even if you think it's the most embarrassing thing in the world.
So he does exactly that, inspects you carefully as he keeps fucking you open with his fingers, taking guesses about how hard or deep he should make his pumps, pride blooming in his chestâand cock throbbing in his pantsâwhen you react exactly like he expects. While usually he watches you with a lovesick smile, the grin on his face and fiery glint behind his eyes are different now, hungrier and needier, but every bit as obsessed.
Because that's exactly what Sunghoon is, deeply and unashamedly obsessed with you.
He builds your orgasm up again, brick by brick, flick of his wrist by flick of his wrist, until you're quivering and shaking and begging him to not take it away this time.
"Please," you moan, hand clenching onto the bedsheets beside you so hard you'll be shocked if by the end there won't be a hole ripped in them. "I'm so close."
Sunghoon notices how you hold onto your orgasm, waiting for his approval. It makes his hips twitch forward involuntary, eager to please and eager to give you anything you want. "I got you baby, let go. Let me hear the pretty sounds you make when you cum for me."
It's all it takes for the coil in your stomach to completely snap, and the second your warm walls flutter around Sunghoon's fingers for the first time, you feel a sense of emptiness that lasts only a moment, before you're full again. It's not as thick, shorter but so much wetter, and through the thick fog clouding your mind as your body is overtaken by uncontrollable shivers spreading from your core to every extremity of your body, you realize he just replaced his fingers with his tongue.
Another lightning strike shoots right through you, head to feet, as Sunghoon keeps fucking you through your orgasm with his tongue. You're still fluttering around it and releasing all of your juices right into his awaiting mouth when the ringing in your ears slowly fades, replaced by the downright obscene sounds of Sunghoon slurping up all he can get out of you. It's messy and nasty, the lower half of his face completely coated in your essence but he doesn't care. He wants more.
He moans into your pussy like he's the one being pleasured, and once that single second of bliss between fully coming down from an orgasm and overstimulation setting in goes by, he pulls you in closer when you start moving too much. You're still too sensitive, but if Sunghoon thinks you're greedy, you have to realize he's even worse. Feeling the dull throbbing of your walls as you come around his tongue one time just isn't enough. If it were up to him, he'd have you wet his mouth again and again until you physically can't withstand any more. Until you're barely coherent and slipping into a peaceful sleep, completely tired out.
Sunghoon grabs a handful of your ass with his still dripping hand as he licks a stripe down from your hole into your lips, spreading them open with his tongue to find your clit, throbbing and raw from your previous orgasm. He rolls it between his lips, toys with it with his tongue, uncaring for the way your body pushes away from his mouth. After all the begging you did, you have no business running from it, if you ask him.
"Stay still," he growls into you, both of his hands tied together on your lower back as he fully pushes you down on the mattress with his strength, leaving you nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. He nuzzles his face into you, enveloping all he can get with his warm mouth, sighing and groaning contently with every bit of wetness you gush right on his tongue.
He explores every inch of you, every nook and cranny he can get into, cleaning you up with each lick and wetting you even more with every other. "So fucking good," he moans into you, dragging you back against him when you think you can't physically be closer, when the tip of his nose pushes into your hole and when the only way he has to breathe is through his mouth which is full of you. He pants and gasps against your cunt so much you fear he might suffocate himself just to not come up for air a single time.
Your own face is pushed against the bed, mouth biting down on the cotton fabric beneath you to ground yourself in the immense cloud of pleasure Sunghoon is giving you. He's so lost in your taste he doesn't even remind you to not muffle your sounds, the only thing in his mind is to have you come undone on his mouth once more.
Sunghoon knows he's close to his goal when your little pained whines start turning into longer, more drawn out moans, when you stop running away from his tongue and instead start thrusting yourself back into his hold, back into his mouth. All your senses are ablaze, nerve endings lit and confused but so pleased at the same time. You yourself don't know when the it stopped hurting and became that dull, impending feeling of almost there to something more that both maddens you and keeps you hooked, but you roll your hips anyway in search of just the little nudge in the right direction your body violently craves.
Like always, Sunghoon knows exactly what you need.
"Go on, baby. Touch your little clit for me." His voice is full and rich of that low gravel you barely get to hear, but that has tingles run down your body when you do. "Help me make you cum." Sunghoon lets his tongue run back up from your clit to your slit again, inching closer to your throbbing hole as you let a hand sneak under your body to your pussy, immediately finding your sensitive bundle of nerves.
You're so drenched by now you don't need to wet your hand before drawing circles all over it, dragging it in all the directions you know have your toes curl. Sunghoon likes it messy though, so he gathers a glob of spit and loudly releases it on your cunt, the position making it dribble down right where your hand is working to bring you closer to your peak.
The onslaught of wetness pooling down only adds to the already embarrassingly loud noises coming from your cunt, and you're so wet, your own fingers slip a few times. It doesn't help that your arm shakes under you even when pinned down by your entire body weight when Sunghoon shoves his entire tongue down your hole again, using both of his hands on your lower back to move you so you're fucking his muscle as if it were a toy. His nose drags on your perineum with every movement of your bottom half against his face, and under any other circumstance you'd be mortified, but Sunghoon has a way of soothing you in the most embarrassing situations without really having to do anything but be there with you, like nothing matters in the grand scheme of things when his body is heating yours.
You speed your movements up to match the pace he sets, and with every thrust of his tongue combined with every flick of your wrist, you feel the band in your lower tummy stretch and warm up, until your sight turns searing white and warmth envelops your body from your core to all your limbs in rhythmic waves, first every other second, and then gradually slowing down.
You release on Sunghoon's tongue, and he wastes no time, gulping down all he can manage to, moaning into your heat like he's tasting the most divine nectar. You can't see it as you're busy catching your breath and slowing down your heartbeat as the rush of pleasure dissipates into a calmer buzzing felt all over your body, but Sunghoon's eyebrows crease in the middle, his eyes closed as he commits the taste of your cum to his memory, right beside all the indecent bits of you he treasures in his mind.
Sunghoon pulls his tongue out of you, already missing the way you flutter against it when you come undone, and leaves a trail of pecks all over your bottom, first on the plush of your ass still kept up by his strong hold despite you having completely given up on keeping yourself upright long ago, then all over your thighs, switching from one to the other as he runs a reassuring hand all over your skin, wordlessly soothing you. His palms are big and thick on your thighs as he moves to wrap his hands to the front, steadying you one last time to capture your clit in a gentle suckle, just enough to have your body convulse in overstimulation, but too tired and spent to fight back.
He pulls off of you with a pop after hollowing his cheeks around it one last time. "Did so good for me, baby. You're so perfect."
Without Sunghoon's hands keeping you up, you slump on the bed, completely this time, groaning when the burn in your lower body fully sets in now that you can move it again. It's dull and persistent, and especially fiery right where Sunghoon's hands stayed locked for most of it.
"You okay, pretty? Was I too rough?" He sounds concerned when you take longer than usual to regain your strength, his hands immediately roaming all over your body to massage any sore spot. His touch is light like a breeze but welcome like the sun on a spring day, warming up all the knots in your muscles. The dangerous edge seems to have completely evaporated, only leaving your sweet boyfriend behind. In the moment, it's exactly what you need.
You give him a vague sound of approval in response, but you know it's not enough for him when he gently maneuvers your body around to face him, holding you so carefully one would think him scared of damaging you.
The warm light shining from the night stand casts shadows on his face, but the slight concern etched on his features is bright as day. It's an intimate moment, and you'd giggle because of the sheer difference in his behavior if you had the energy to do so. Instead, you reach for his hand. The same hand that held a bruising grip on you just moments before, the same hand that hit the man who disrespected you.
Sunghoon returns you touch right away, locking your fingers with his as if second nature. You place a featherlight kiss on them, allowing your lips to linger on his salty skin as you speak. "I'm great. Perfect even." It comes out a little raspy, like you haven't fully caught your breath yet, but it's a start.
"Yeah. You are."
"And you? You doing okay?"
Sunghoon gifts you one of his cannot-possibly-contain-it smiles, the ones where he looks down for a split second as his eyes crinkle and somehow smile wider than his lips do. Your favorite kind of Sunghoon Smiles you'd say in the moment, though if you were to compile a list they would all be in the number one spot.
"Perfect, even."
"Hey, that's my lineâ" you start, but Sunghoon finishes your sentence for you.
"âDon't steal it."
You hum, the taste of skin still on your lips as you bask in the moment for a little, neither of you daring to break the peaceful quiet that wraps like a fuzzy blanket around you. Sunghoon flinches just the tiniest bit when your fingers graze the bandaged scratches, making you ease up your hold on his hand. He immediately squeezes yours to tell you it's okay.
"You know," you say after you let the silence linger for a few more seconds, only your heartbeats and shallow breaths filling the air in the dimly lit room. "You look really hot when you're mad."
Fits of giggles pour in the almost nonexistent space between youâfirst Sunghoon's, yours following suit.
"I must look super hot when I'm jealous then," he says with that teasing edge in his tone you're all too familiar with. He dips down to catch your lips in a slow kiss, suckling on your bottom lip gently, the corners of his mouth still raised. He hasn't stopped smiling once.
"Absolutely," you say before Sunghoon pecks you again, and then keeps doing it as you try to continue. "And when you're happyâ" another peck. "And when you're bored." Another peck. "And when you'reâsorry if I say this but you look like a cute kicked puppyâsad.
"So you're gonna keep finding ways to make me jealous, I assume."
It's not meant to be a jab, you know he's being playful. But it stings you just in the right way, and suddenly you're in the passenger seat of Sunghoon's black Bentley again, worrying about having hurt his feelings past redemption.
Like all things you, Sunghoon catches it right away.
"Hey there, it's okay. I'm not upset, baby." Sunghoon's hands are secure around your hips, his thumb running soothing circles on your skin while your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer because it's simply never enough.
"You should be. You're too nice."
Sunghoon presses his lips on your fluttering lashes. "You being a little brat is nothing new. I think I know how to handle you pretty well, don't I?" His breath, minty but also vaguely bitter from the beer still, warms your cheekbone. Sunghoon's proximity to you is intoxicating in ways no amount of alcohol could ever be, and you hate beer, but god, what wouldn't you do to taste it off of his lips for the rest of your life.
Whoever is up there must be gracious because your prayers are answered the very next second, with Sunghoon ghosting his lips on yours, looking at you with tenfold the intensity and fire from earlier, like someone drenched the space behind his eyes with gasoline and lit it up without you noticing it. The switch is so sudden, and by now you should be used to this, but you don't think you ever will. Not when your boyfriend is looking at you like he might devour you whole any moment, and you'd let him. You'd love to let him.
"Act out all you want," Sunghoon says, voice dripping in possessiveness, right against your awaiting mouth. You want to swallow every last bit of it. "Go out there in short little skirts barely covering your ass. Make up all the silly plans you want, even ones where Jay's involved. Let everyone get a good look at you because that's all they'll ever fucking get." His hand reaches for your inner thigh, then folds it to give himself better access. His bulge is heavy and hard against your bare core, the weight of it enough to have you shiver and mewl, but when Sunghoon starts grinding his hips into yours, the noises spill out of you like you have no control over them. "At the end of the night, after you've had your fun, you'll always come back to me. In my bed, soaking my pants with your little pussy because you only get wet like this for me."
It's embarrassing how fast you feel like you could come again, but Sunghoon's hard thickness slides so perfectly over your folds even through the fabric, and the harshness of his jeans catches your clit every so often in such a delicious way. His pants are soaked through in your essence, both of you moaning and panting in each other's mouths so messily you don't even know if it could be classifies as a kiss or a mere exchange of spit.
"You're mine," Sunghoon rasps, like his life depends on it. He fumbles with his pants, depriving you of the mouth watering friction. You make a few noises of complaints, but his teeth are quick to sink into your bottom lip to silence them. "A spoiled little brat. But mine."
The heaviness of him finds your dripping core again, this time so much warmer, only his underwear separating your most sensitive parts from touching. It's the closest you've ever been to feeling his cock on you, and it's overwhelming. Electricity shocks run through your body when he starts moving his pelvis against you, completely coating the already damp material with the mix of your arousal and release. He's not unaffectedâhis own precum shows up right where the little slit in his tip is, the fabric of the boxers a darker shade of gray there.
"Mine to love, mine to discipline, mine to train. Mine." You don't know wether the hoarseness coming from his throat is due to the anything but proper activity you two are partaking in or simply the raw need for you to really let his words sink in, but the effect it has on you is clear. The proof is right where your cores meet.
You tentatively roll your hips into his, movements emboldening when you earn a few low grunts from him.
"This pussy is gonna be mine too now. Mine to worship and please. Mine to fuck open like she never has been before. I'm gonna ruin you for everyone else. You want that, right?"
You nod frantically, your hips running after Sunghoon's in a relentless chase, like they have a mind of their own.
"Say it. Say you want me to ruin your little hole."
"Ruin itâHoon, please."
His hips falter when he hears just how desperate you sound, his eyebrows scrunched up in the middle and you can tell he's biting down on his tongue to ground himself. It only encourages you.
You reach for his boxers, wrapping your hand around the outline of his bulge and trying to contain your facial expressions at the reminder of just how ridiculously large he is. You squeeze it with your palm, his eyelids fluttering closed and his chest heaving from your touch alone. You try not to think too much about how outrageously wet the fabric is, all thanks to you. "Please, I need to feel you inside," you beg, arms pushing your titsânow basically spilling out of your dressâtogether and looking up at him with the most innocent doe eyed expression you can muster up.
Sunghoon's jaw leaps, and you feel like under a microscope as he watches you. "Little minx you are." He reaches for the first drawer of his night stand, rummaging though it quickly before pulling a tiny bottle out of it. It's lube.
"I don't needâ"
Sunghoon silences you by spitting right on your pussy, your complaint turning into a whimper at the contact. "You do, baby. You need all the help you can get." Complaining more will get you nowhere but tucked into bed, still needy, horny and with a wet pussy, so you decide to play your cards cleverly and let him do his thing.
You paw at his boxers, fingers dipping into the waistband and trying to tug them down to get to the prize hidden behind. You spread your legs open even more as Sunghoon rips a larger hole into your tights, the veins running down his arms slightly bulging from the effort.
The sudden coldness of the lube dripping down on your puffy folds surprises you enough to rip a little yelp out of you, and Sunghoon's wide palms find their rightful place on your thighs, pushing them against your hips and lower stomach. He takes a good look at your cunt, spreading you open to his liking and leaving no inch of your skin hidden from his sight. "Such a pretty pussy." Your joints still ache and burn from all the exertion they already endured, but Sunghoon's words are like a soothing balm for your body and mind. "Prettiest cunt in the whole fucking world, all wet and ready for me to fuck."
You finally manage to free his cock fully, despite his filthy words sending waves of weakness through your body, and immediately wrap your palm around the middle, mouth watering when your thumb doesn't reach your other fingers. Not only is it way longer than average, it's also thick beyond comprehension, perfectly curved to hit all the right spots in you and so fucking veiny you can feel more slick pour out of you in anticipation. You quite literally cannot stop gawking at it, trying to move your hand up to his tip, just as thick if not thicker than the base, and you gulp as you watch beads of semi transparent liquid pour out of it.
"What is it, baby?" Sunghoon asks, Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he tries to not buck his hips into your hand. "We can stop if you want."
"No!" Your grip around him tightens, earning a gasp and a shallow thrust from him. Your thumb swipes over the head to spread his need all over, making it easier for you to slowly jerk him off. "Please," you add, quieter, afraid he might take the opportunity away from you.
The sight of you laying down so prettily with your much smaller hand enveloping his length, has all the blood in Sunghoon's body rush straight to his groin. He could cum at any moment, just from having you right in front of him like this, but he's set on making it worth the wait.
"You're so fucking hot like this." His hand finds your cunt again, fingers spreading your folds open so he can take a good look at the sensitive bud he loves so much, finding it so swollen he wishes to just bend down and suck on it again.
Once the lube fully coats his digits, he brings them down to your hole again, prodding it just enough to make sure it's slick with the cold essence. He squirts more of it right onto his cock while you keep fisting him as best as you can, spreading the lube all over it until all that can be heard in the room is the loud squelching noises and both of your heavy pants and low groans. His fingers keep rubbing your folds, coaxing more of your own arousal out of you, the feeling so distracting the pace you set on his cock falters a bit. To compensate, you add your other hand too, milking him with both at the same time.
"Fuck yeah, just like that," Sunghoon moans, and he looks divine above you with his lip caught between his teeth, gaze flickering from where his hips have started fucking into your fists, to where his fingers are playing with your pussy, like he cannot decide which view is best.
His cock throbs in your hands every time your hold tightens or your movements get faster, and you're stuck watching every reaction. His chest heaves, sometimes he looks like he forgets to breathe and then he has to make up for it. His cheeks are flushed, and when you notice how his bangs are sticking to his forehead because of the sweat accumulating on his hairline, you suspect he might be close.
"Gonna come?" you ask, battling your lashes at him, hoping he'll do just that from your hands alone. That's enough to wake him from his daze, and you almost regret asking when he breaks free from your hold and stops playing with your pussy.
The disappointment is short lived, because without wasting any time, Sunghoon brings your legs close together around his cock and sets both of your feet on one of his shoulders. He fucks your thighs just like that, with slow thrusts, making sure to slide his cock between your folds and let you feel every single vein running down his length. "You'd love that wouldn't you? Me coming all over your pussy. You're so fucking messy."
The shirt still covering his torso leaves close to nothing to the imagination now, clinging to every ridge of his abs and chest because of the sweat, and you're basically drooling at the sight. The feeling of Sunghoon's cock between your thighs and on your cunt is too much for you already, clit throbbing with need every time his tip catches on it, balls pushing against your hole every now and then, but you make the mistake of looking down when his thrusts get faster, and the view you're met with has you absolutely obsessed.
The head of Sunghoon's cock peeks out from your thighs every time his hips move forward, red and leaking so fucking much on your lower tummy it looks like he's cumming all over you already. But then it just keeps going, reaching close to your belly button, and when his head rests right on it, your mouth goes slack. It's one thing to see how big he is normally, but to have it compared directly against you, it makes the room spin in circles and your body feel even weaker. You need him inside you now.
"You like the view, baby? That's how deep I'm gonna be inside you, how deep I'll be fucking you," Sunghoon laughs, a little manically, and you hate how much it turns you on, like you need to be any more than you already are. "You'll feel me riiight here." He stops his thrusts to tap his cock on your stomach, the sounds of the tiny slaps reverberating through the room. "All up in your guts."
You gasp out his name when his hips go back to working his cock between your thighs, in an attempt to get his attention, but he already knows what you want.
"I know, baby. I know. Just a little more I promise." His gaze flicks up to meet yours, watching you intently for any sign of discomfort, any indication that you might want to stop. He knows it's unlikelyâHell, he's sure you were about to beg him to fuck you for the nth time that night just nowâbut he needs you to be absolutely sure. The weight on his chest, the slightest hint of uneasiness looming over him despite all the excitement fades in the background when all he finds on your face is pure lust, unfiltered need for him.
The pace slows down a little, and Sunghoon keeps eye contact with you as he speaks with his full lips brushing the skin of your ankle, giving you a few kisses there to ease up any anxiety you might feel. "Are you sure, pretty? We can wait a bit more. We don't have toâ"
"Hoon. For the love of God just put it in or i might actually die within the next two minutes."
An amused wheeze tickles your skin, followed by a gentle nibble right where his lips kissed you. He rests your legs back down while he still kneels on the bed "Alright, alright."
He's spent all this time preparing you, telling you to take it slow for your own well being, but as you watch the way his eyes hesitantly shift focus around your body, you think maybe he's not the one ready yet. "Hoon?" you catch his attention, voice meek but it's like music to his ears, always.
Sunghoon hums in acknowledgement, but he looks deep in thought. His thumb follows the ridge of your jaw to your chin, then swipes over it a few times as if to encourage you to continue.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Had a change of heart? Weren't you just about to die a few seconds ago?"
"I'm asking you."
He exhales, then bends down to place a soft kiss right on your parted lips. "Of course I'm sure. I'm justâŠ" He trails off, but you already know what he's thinking.
"You won't hurt me," you say, keeping eye contact to really get the point across. "Besides, even if you did. I'd enjoy it a bit."
The corner of his lips lift up, and you know you've finally cracked through him. "I suppose you would."
His elbow rests by your head, while his other hand grabs his cock and gives it a few pumps in preparationânot that he needs it, Sunghoon doesn't think he's ever been this goddamn hard in his entire life. "Give me a few taps anywhere if you want me to stop, if it helps you can bite me when it hurts." He positions himself, hand still guiding his tip to your leaking entrance, but doesn't push in just yet. "Where should I cum?"
You're about to lose your mind, hips slowly rolling against his tip to try to coax it inside of you and he's still talking instead of doing something about it. "Huh?"
"Where do you want my cum baby? You won't be able to talk when I'm fucking you."
The sheer seriousness in his tone has shivers run down your spine, but you don't dwell on it too long. "Inside. Anywhere you want just pleaseâOh my god."
The sting of his tip slowly pushing in stops you from finishing your sentence. It's a mild discomfort for now, but the feeling of it stretching you open is better than any of the toys you and Sunghoon experimented with could've ever provided. He's just getting started, but your mouth is already ajar, and more wetness seeps out of you when your boyfriend rewards you with the most beautiful moan you've ever heard.
"God, it's like she's begging me to slam all the way in." His thumb swipes over your clit in circular motions to help you ease up so the first few inches aren't too harsh on your poor drooling pussy, and even though the tip isn't even the entire way in, the sight of his cock slowly disappearing inside your heat quickly shoots up to his favorite spot. "Deep breaths baby, remember what I taught youâNo, don't tense up, it's okay. You've got this."
Your eyes roll all the way to the back of your head, pleasure and discomfort blending into one slowly as he waits for you to adjust. How are you supposed to not clench around him when he's encouraging you like this? It's beyond you.
Your hand shoots to grab Sunghoon's muscular biceps when he starts moving again, and he stills right away, waiting with bated breath for the taps to come.
They don't.
"Is it all in yet?" you ask, because truly, you feel so fucking full already, fuller than you have ever been. But the amused look on Sunghoon's face tells you exactly what you need to know.
"I mean." He moves a little more, and the burningâeven if eased up a bit by all the juices and lube coating both of youâresumes. "A little more than the tip is."
"The tip?"
"The tip." Sunghoon thrusts out gently before pushing in again, both of you moaning at the same time. "I can fuck you with just that, it's enough to make you come harder than you ever have." He doesn't wait for you to tell him what to do, opting to give you shallow thrusts to test the waters, his thumb never parting from your clit.
The way you shudder and the little sweet sounds you make because of his tip alone has his stomach knot in all kinds of ways and his cock leap and throb so much it fucking hurts. Sunghoon would want nothing more than to shove it in and claim you fully, mold your pussy around his girth so perfectly no one else would ever be able to give you a cock half as good as hisâlike he would let that happen in the first place.
You're writhing under him, legs kicking a little when he feels the slide in and out slowly get more comfortable and slippier. That doesn't mean you're not clenching around him so hard he could cum at any given moment, but for your own pleasureâand his, really. He wants to shoot his load as deep as he possibly canâhe tries to hold off to the best of his capabilities.
But fuck if it's not the hardest thing he's ever tried to do.
He almost breaks when your own hand reaches down for the one working on your pussy, smaller palm attempting to cover the back of his and to coax it into moving faster. There's a bit of drool on the corner of your lips, and you look so wrecked already, Sunghoon hates how a shiver runs down his spine at the mere thought of how you'll look like when he's balls deep inside you. "Hoonâfuck. I want more."
He coos at you, pretending he's not a wreck himself, pretending the thread thin sliver of sanity he has left isn't the only thing preventing him to fold your legs all the way up to your chest and fuck you into oblivion, but the arm next to your head shakes with restraint, and the knuckles on his fist are ghostly white by now, even if you're too blissed out to pay attention. His voice is shaky, uneven, but his words are careful and patient, even when you'd rather them not be. "We gotta get your pretty parts used to it first baby, come like this just once, it's only the last stretch."
Your whines turn into moans when his movements on your clit fasten and his tip nudges inside you a little deeper, just enough to momentarily satisfy your craving for more.
"Aren't you a greedy little thing," Sunghoon rasps, holding back his own impending orgasm with all his strength, beads of sweat now rolling down his neck deliciously, and you kinda wish you could bend forward and lick them off of him. "Asking for more, and more, and more after the stunt you pulled today. My pretty baby," his thumb pushes more forcefully on your bud, making it hurt so good for a second as you adjust to the pressure, then giving you harsher drags, meant to have you come undone and quivering under him in no time. "So desperate for cock you just had to go ahead and try to make me jealous. You like it when I'm jealous?"
You gasp, nodding frantically as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach tighten more and more, an embarrassing amount of slick pouring out of you and running downwards.
"You're so fucking lucky this is the first time we do this," his voice is rough, an octave lower than usual. "Or I would've bent you over and fucked you so silly the second we got home without stretching your pretty pussy open. But I'm so kind. Thank me for it."
You clench hard around him at his words, toes bending because you don't know what else to do with all the pleasure coursing through you, and he gives a gorgeous deep groan in response. "I'm gonnaâ"
"Then thank me for it."
You come around him hard, harder than you ever have, thank you's pouring out of your lips like a broken prayer, entire body shaking head to toe from the intense orgasm. The buzz in your ears persists for a while as you try to come down from it, and you can see but it feels like you can't, like your brain isn't registering any of the images your eyes capture. Bright, static, dark spots, so many things at once. It feels like you blacked out for a second even if you didn't, all your senses dulled to make space for all the other sensations your climax provides.
When you slowly start to regain power over them, you're met with the sight of Sunghoon panting like a dog, eyes closed and fist wrapped around his cock, the head poking out and redder than you've ever seen it, looking like he just ran a fucking marathon. Somehow, he managed not to cum. He was so close though, so close he had to pull out the second your walls started to involuntary flutter around him or he would've been done for.
The tight black shirt is still clinging to him like a second skin, and the first coherent thought of yours after the fog around brain clears is to get him out of it as soon as you can. You tug at the hem, still panting and blood buzzing from the release. "Off."
Sunghoon doesn't answer you with words, but he rips the shirt off his torso, throwing it somewhere on the floor behind him. His hands are shaky as they travel from your waist to your hips, then reaching your thighs, spreading you open further in front of him and allowing him to take a look at the big mess youâboth of you, reallyâmade. Sunghoon's cock is rock hard, tip oozing enough precum to make all the prep you've endured so far pointless. (Not really, you know better than that.)
Sunghoon goes back to nudging his tip on your hole, just holding it there without pushing in quite yet, casting a last questioning glance your way because he needs the reassurance that you're okay with this one last time before he fully commits.
When you nod, he slowly eases himself back into you with a low moan accompanying the motion, this time his gaze holding yours. The face you make as his tip stretches you open makes it a hundred times harder for him to keep his chill, wanting nothing more than to say fuck it and pound you stupid like you've been begging him to do ever since things first got handsy between you two.
The burn isn't nearly as bad as it was the first time, leaving space for so much more pleasure to course right through you, and you can't help the relieved sigh that leaves you when his tip is fully back inside you again, like it's a need for you to be filled by it. And Sunghoon sees that. He sees the fire in your eyes, the greediness slowly pooling behind those pupils he loves so much, how your hips look for his even if taking any more in hurts.
His hips jerk forward more than he intends them to, but he can't help it, not when you're looking at him like he's the prey. More of your wetness coats him, and both of you loudly moan into the night.
"You feel so fucking good, baby," Sunghoon whines, actual tears filling his waterline because he can't believe how much you're gripping him, pussy fluttering around his girth with every little bit he pushes forward, welcoming him like no one has ever done. "Tightest little pussy ever."
The hold on your thighs is bruising, but it helps you stay at least a little grounded so you wouldn't have it any other way. Whenever you think you're too full and cannot possibly take anymore, you feel a little more of Sunghoon's cock slide in you, so you get on your elbows with what little strength you have left and take a look for yourself. He's barely halfway in, and the burning sensation is starting to set in again. It hurts, but it hurts so good, you need more and you need less at the same time.
"Yeah, that's right, angel. Watch how your greedy needy cunt swallows me." Sunghoon's eyebrows are creased, sweat now not only dripping from his scalp, but little droplets constellating his broad chest, following the paths preset by his sculpted physique, all the way down to his vline. A mouthwatering sight.
"So full," you sigh, eyes never leaving from where you're connected, clit throbbing the more he fucks his cock into you, begging for a lick of attention.
"You'll be so much fuller. Can you behave and handle that for me, mhh?"
You bite down on your bottom lip, nodding along to his words and sneaking down your hand to play with your clit when you come to the conclusion that Sunghoon's hands are way too busy gripping your plushy skin like his sanity depends on it.
"Smart girl," he praises.
The wetter you become, the easier and more pleasurable the slide is. Sunghoon watches you for any sign of unbearable discomfort, slowing down when you bite your tongue or picking his speed back up when you bless him with those precious needy whines of yours. "You're doing so well, my gorgeous girl. So fucking amazing, making me feel so good already, God, you're perfect."
His words of encouragement play a big part in easing the pain for you, soothing you enough to make it easier for you to not tense up when his cock nudges a particularly sensitive spot inside of you. Your hand flies to your lower belly and you swear you feel him right there, so much deeper than you've ever had anyoneâor anythingâbe.
"There we go," Sunghoon puffs out like he's been holding himself back from breathing this entire time, his pelvis grinding against your folds deliberately. And you finally realize he's all the way in for the first time ever. "Squeezin' me so tight, are you scared I'll run away?" He pulls back a bit before fully thrusting inside again, the curve of his cock aiding in making him hit all the right spots you could've never reached yourself. "No fucking chance. Not after I've got a taste of this. Gonna fuck your pretty pussy open every fucking night, until I've trained her to take me in without any complaints."
He sets a slow pace, not wanting to overwhelm you just yet, then adds, in a softer tone, "Does it hurt too bad, baby?"
If he keeps the back and forth up for much longer, you're gonna end up getting whiplash. But between groans and higher pitches sounds, you manage to answer him. "Any more and you would've popped me like a balloon."
Sunghoon giggles as he bends down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, hands finally loosening his grip on your legs and traveling all over your body. "You begged, and begged andâ"
"I'm not complaining, am I?" you ask, breaking the kiss and resting your forehead on his, the saliva string connecting you two shining under the warm light of the lamp. "Harder."
Sunghoon complies instantly, speeding up his movements and giving you actual thrusts instead of the messy mix of grinding and nudges he'd taken a liking to. His hot, wet mouth finds your neck, too greedy and selfish, in desperate need of hearing the beautiful sounds you make instead of swallowing them down. His tongue skates over your pulse point, a shiver traveling down your entire body when he gives you the lightest nibble right there before licking it up again in apology.
"I can still taste you in my mouth." His breath tickles the wet skin of your neck, your front arching into his when goosebumps appear all over your exposed arms. "Always want toâmh, taste it. You'll let me eat your pretty pussy again after you gush on my cock?"
Even if you want to reply, you really can't, not when the pace he's drilling into you at is knocking the air out of your lungs, and the bolder his movements get, the more you understand why he asked where he should cum before even staring. You want to look at him, take in every expression on his beautiful face, but the pleasure is too much to handle and the only thing that seems to help is closing your eyes and letting them roll back into your skull.
Your lips are raw from all the biting, and you're so incredibly thankful when Sunghoon's hand swats yours away from your clit to replace it, allowing you to sink your fingers into his broad shoulders, clawing at them with every languid thrust he gives you. He feels so perfect, filling you up to the brim and then some more, stretching you out so fucking good you suspect you won't ever be able to scratch the itch if not with his cock.
"I'm in love with this fucking pussy, baby," he moans, loud and unapologetic, making his way with open mouthed kisses down your neck, then following the line of your clavicle, only to dip down between the valley of your breasts. Your tits have spilled out of the tiny little dress due to bouncing around with every precise thrust Sunghoon gave you, and your nipples are perky and hard, begging for his attention right in his face.
"And your tits, fuck. So pretty, I'm gonna eat you right up." He licks a stripe on one of your hardened buds before enveloping it fully between his lips and sucking on it lightly, sighing contently into it when you push your tits on his face further, loud whines spilling out of you.
The very familiar band in your tummy starts to tighten again the more he works on your nipples and clit at the same time, thrusts never once faltering. All of your senses are heightened to such a degree you don't even know what to do with yourself anymore if not lay under Sunghoon and let him absolutely ravage you, not a single thought but 'feels so good' crossing your mind. But it's fast, too fast, and you want it to last for longer, want Sunghoon to keep fucking you for hours until the only word you remember is his name.
You try to push his hand away from your clit, only earning a reprimanding yet gentle bite on your nipple, a warning. "I c-can't."
"Can't what, pretty girl?" He rolls your nipple between his lips, lapping away the tingling sensation the nibble left on it that has you jolt in his hold. "Use your words."
You throw your head back in frustration, feeling the impending climax approach you once again, the nth that night. "Don't want it to end," you gasp, using up all the strength left in you form a coherent sentence.
Sunghoon coos at you. Fucking coos at you only to deepen the strokes of his cock inside you, angling his hips to reach even deeper. "Cum for me baby, I'll just keep fucking you."
Your thighs shake as they wrap around his waist to pull him closer, his hips switching to grinding his cock into you instead of thrusting it, the fat tip poking the most delicious sensitive parts of your heat. You gasp and wheeze, claw and scratch and draw blood from his skin but it never hinders or stops his strokes. You clench around him time and time again, wrapping around his cock so nicely Sunghoon can feel his own orgasm build up in the pit of his stomach.
You come around him with a silent scream, every single part of your body twitching under him as he keeps fucking into you, now chasing his own high. He still takes a moment to watch you and how beautiful you look at the highest of your peak, eyes glazed over and mouth hung open, sweaty skin glistening so beautifully he wishes to be a painter and capture it forever. It's a sight he's never gonna grow accustomed to, and it has his stomach twist in knots. "That's it baby, so fucking gorgeous, keep cumming for me like that, milking my cock so well."
Even in the aftershocks of your orgasm, your body looks for his, hips rolling into his as if to silently ask for him to cum inside you, now that your voice has completely failed you.
"Just a bit more. We're almost there, my perfect little baby, so good for me," Sunghoon is babbling too by now, so damn enamored with the sight of you trying to keep your twitching under control even though you're still cumming around him and teetering on overstimulation so he can fully savor his own high. "The most perfect angel girl ever. I love you so fucking much."
Your head is light and Sunghoon's words reach you as if in slow motion, muffled by your own blood buzzing in your ears. You're completely drenched, and the bedding underneath you is too, but neither of you can bring yourselves to care. The slide is not painful anymore, and everything feels so warm and slippery, you never want it to end.
The image of Sunghoon still grinding and fucking his cock into you, his pace now reduced to a desperate mess and nowhere near as precise as it was, clears up slowly as your ears stop ringing, but your pleasure never does. You don't know if you're still cumming or if Sunghoon fucking you just feels this good you can't tell the difference, but you feel like you're on cloud nine and lighter than you've ever been.
Sunghoon's torso is completely glistening, and you feel some of that slick coat your skin too when he bends your legs into you, folding you against the bed and hitting even deeper inside you.
You're a moaning mess as he pistons his dick inside your heat, dragging perfectly against your gummy walls. You look down and see a bulge poke your lower tummy with each deep stroke of his. The sight alone is enough to have you on the edge again, but it feels different this time, like you cannot possibly contain what's about to happen.
"Hoonâ"
"Shh," he silences you, hair a sweaty mess and dripping all over your figure. The squelching sounds of his skin slapping against yours, connected by white strips of slick on both of your thighs get even louder when his pace gets faster, the hand that played with your clit suddenly pushing down on the bulging of your stomach. "Give it all to me, soak my fucking dickâfuck, I'm gonna cum baby, gonna cum so deep inside you."
You cannot stop the dam from breaking, juices shooting out of you so suddenly you're taken aback too, coating his entire lower abdomen in it. Your cunt throbs around him so hard, almost like it's trying to push his cock out of you. You can't think of anything, cannot fathom anything that's not Sunghoon, and his perfect cock, and how good you feel, going completely limp on the bed.
He moans louder than you at the sight of your wetness drenching the bed and his cock. "Fuck, take it all baby. I'm coming, I'm coming, I'mâ"
His hips stutter one final time against you, burying his cock deep inside you and shooting his seed in multiple thick spurts as deep as he possibly can, filling you up perfectly. He dips down to catch your mouth in a messy kiss, panting into your mouth even as you two are still both trying to catch your breath from your orgasms, but your lips on his are all the oxygen he needs.
"I love you," you whisper into the kiss, your words finally having found the way out of your throat again.
Sunghoon hums, his body weakened and tired but still hovering above you instead of slumping on you. "I love you more." He gives you a sweet peck like he wasn't just putting you through the matters moments ago. "You were perfect, baby. Did so amazing." He lets his body go beside you on the bed, dragging you between his arms and grimacing when the wet mess you made on the covers touches the back of his body. "A rag won't be enough."
You smile, weak but content. "And who's fault is that?"
Sunghoon pretends to think about it, but from the look on his face you can tell the answer is ready on his tongue. "I think it might be yours for being too hot I couldn't help myself."
You swat your hand on his chest, but there's no force behind the gesture.
"Aaand for making me jealous."
A groan leaves your lips, your arms coming up to cover your face. "How am i gonna ever face Jay again after this."
Sunghoon's chest vibrates against your skin. "You'll think about that after I clean you up."
You make a low noise of complaint, rolling over to push yourself on top of your boyfriend's body, hands resting on his toned chest as you reach for his huge cock and slowly sink yourself onto it, head thrown back in pleasure even if it's not fully hard anymore. Sunghoon's breath catches in his throat as he watches you lower yourself against him again, your head finding refuge on his shoulder. "Later."
You stay like that for a while, breaths slowly synchronizing in the peaceful quiet, Sunghoon's cock comfortably nested in your heat while his fingers lazily ghost over the entire expanse of your back. You could fall asleep at any moment, but you raise your head one more time to look at your boyfriend, his half lidded eyes meeting yours instantly. "You did not strike me as the type of guy to edge himself that much."
"Just go to sleep."
BONUS
You roll over to tentatively search Sunghoon's bedside table, ignoring the sound of the lube bottle hitting the floor, until the cold screen of your phone meets your spread hand.
Sunghoon is snoring lightly behind you, his nose nuzzled against your nape, and you hope to not wake him up as you unlock your phone. You recoil when the light that feels like a million suns momentarily blinds you, but even that is not enough to discourage you from completing the life-or-death task ahead of you.
You open up messagesâpromptly ignoring Jay's "never do this shit again. you two are nasty."â and click on Jungwon's chat, not wasting time to watch the several unloaded video files sitting in it (you can easily recognize the blonde silhouette of Jake's hair in half of them, so you're free to assume it's nothing of particular importance anyway) to type a quick text.
05:34 AM. You: mission accomplished ;p (cancel the hiking thing we planned for next week unless you carry me yourself. your girl can't walk)
Shockingly enough, he replies within the minute.
05:35 AM. twin: you shameless being (a whole week is crazy)
05:37 AM. twin: whatever, but I'm dragging you out for brunch so you figure out your means of transportation yourself. we need to catch up
05:38 AM. You: crazy night for both of us i assume
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content tags: established relationship, sub!jake&reader, jay cameo, explicit content (smut) unprotected sex, multiple sex position: 69, doggy style, mating press. squirting, overstimulation. lots of whining and moaning, they fuck like rabbits :) MDNI. WC:2.4k
note: this is a request from an anon, hope u like it!
Who the fuck decided that two soft, submissive people in bed are automatically boring?
"Too vanilla,"Â they say with wrinkled noses and half-laughs, like they know what happens when the lights go out.
You and Jake have been together for nearly five yearsâsince the final months of high school, when you stumbled into something that felt a little too gentle to be real, too safe to be intense. Most people around you just donât get it. They whisper that your relationship is sweet, sure, but stale. Predictable. Lifeless, even.
But they donât know a damn thing.
They donât know that you and Jake donât need dominance or power games to melt each other down into quivering pieces. You donât play roles. You donât lead or follow. You move, he moves. You're both responsive, both hungry, both gentle in ways that burn just as deep. Itâs not about who takes controlâit's about how far youâre both willing to unravel for each other.
If those assholes could see what actually happens behind closed doors, they'd choke on their smug assumptions.Â
"Nghhâbaby..." Jake's voice is slurred, barely even speech anymore. His face is buried between your legs, the heat of his breath searing against you, tongue dragging slow as he works you over.
 And fuck, you are gone, head thrown back, hips twitching, thighs trembling around his ears.
The only soundtrack is the obscene wetness of his mouth on you, your choked moans, and the blaring growl of an electric guitar seeping through the wall, his room mate, Jayâs latest desperate attempt to drown out the symphony of you and Jake destroying each other.
It doesnât work.
Your ears are ringing. Your vision blurs every time your spine arches off the mattress. Your legs are shaking so hard they barely stay hooked around his shoulders. Your body is covered in bruises and teeth marks. Jakeâs arms are clawed raw, red streaks down to his elbows from where you grabbed and dug in, helpless under the waves he pulled from you again and again and again.
Youâve lost count of how many times heâs made you come, how many times youâve done the same to him. It's a haze. A loop. An exchange of pleasure until your bones feel hollow.
You barely catch your breath before his fingers are inside you again, curling just right, his mouth crashing into yours, swallowing your moans as you clench around him and cum hard enough to see stars. Your hand slips between you, wrapping around him, stroking with messy urgency until he gasps into your mouth and spills across your stomach.Â
Then comes the slow grind of hips in missionary, Jake above you, eyes glassy, sweat dripping down his temple. He pushes in deep, moaning into your throat while you clutch at his back, legs locked around his waist, and both of you fall together again.Â
Vanilla, their ass.
The aftershocks havenât even stopped vibrating through your bones when Jake rolls off of you, chest heaving, lips parted. He sprawls across the sheets, flushed and trembling.
Without a word, you swing a leg over him, straddling his face. He groans like a man starved as your thighs settle against the sides of his head, and your gaze lowers to his cock. thick, flushed, and still rock hard despite having cum four fucking times already.
You lean down, tongue flicking out to tease the head, your breath warm over his slick skin. His hips twitch instantly, a soft, choked whine escaping from under you.
âF-fuck,â he gasps, voice muffled between your thighs.
You take him into your mouth slowly, savoring the weight of him, the way his whole body tenses beneath you. At the same time, you feel his tongue drag through your folds.
You moan around his cock, the vibration making him jerk. You grind back against his mouth, and he groans right into your cunt, tongue sliding in and curling upward. He hardens it, fucking you with it, slow and deep, as your hips begin to roll.
Itâs a filthy rhythmâyour mouth stretching around him, sucking harder, faster, your spit dripping down his shaft while he licks and licks and licks, tongue relentless, hands gripping your ass as he pulls you tighter against his face. Your thighs clamp down on instinct, not letting him breathe, not letting him stop.
You feel the familiar pulse in your core and the slight twitch of his cock against your tongue, heâs close, again. You squeeze him tighter with your lips, hollow your cheeks, and the sound he makes is damn near ruined. His whine hits a high pitch, hips jerking once, twice and then he spills into your mouth. You swallow it greedily.
Jake latches onto your clit now, sucking, and you are barely holding on, every nerve burning. Your whole body is tensed, arms braced against his thighs, cunt pulsing uncontrollably around his tongue. Your thighs clamp even tighter, grinding down until he canât even moan, just hums and licks and loses himself.
Jake loves itâloves how wet you get, how you suffocate him with your thighs like itâs nothing, how your pussy clenches around his tongue. He loves the little tremble in your legs, the broken cries you try to stifle, the taste of your arousal dripping down his chin.
"Jake, fuck! I'm gonna cum!" you squeal, your voice shaking, one hand fisting around his softening cock, feeling it twitch, swell, harden again.
Your hips grind down one last time, helpless, chasing that final drag of his tongue as your orgasm hits. You cry out, body shaking above him, pussy spasming around his mouth. Your forehead presses to his thigh, gasping, and you barely manage to keep sucking him as your world shatters again.
Jake lets out a high whine, hips twitching upward into your mouth. Heâs still so fucking hard, again. You can feel it, thick and throbbing between your lips.
He moves again as another orgasm crashes into the both of you.
Another orgasm.
And another.
And another.
You lose count. Time folds. The two of you are always going at it like rabbits, bodies slick and tangled, pleasure drawn out like it might never end. At some point youâre flat on your back again, back arched off the wet bed, sheets soaked with sweat and everything else, Jakeâs mouth between your legs for what feels like the hundredth time.
Youâre delirious, you feel like you are floating.
He pulls back, lips shiny, chin drenched. You barely get the chance to breathe before heâs kneeling between your thighs, jerking himself off with quick, rough strokes. His eyes are locked on your chest, on the rise and fall of your breath, on your wrecked body twitching with aftershocks. He grits his teeth, then pulls his cock free, aiming it at you.
You're hypnotized.
By the way it twitches. By the way his jaw clenches. By the way his abs tighten and he throws his head back with a broken moan as hot ropes of cum spill across your chest, painting your skin with another climax that somehow hits just as hard as the first.
And still, he's not done.
Jake leans forward, one hand smearing the mess across your breasts, mouth crashing into yours with wild hunger. His cock presses against your thigh, still hard and leaking.
"You want more?" he pants against your lips, voice hoarse, almost disbelieving at how far you both keep falling.
You nod, eyes wide, lips parted. Jake flips you over in one smooth motion, pushing you onto your hands and knees, body trembling beneath him. His hands grip your hips, pushing inside again, deep, slow, a stretch that feels impossibly full despite how soaked you are.
You both moan at once. And then he starts to move, hips snapping into you, the slap of skin-on-skin echoing through the room, drowning out even Jayâs music, which is now thundering through the walls in one last futile attempt to ignore whatâs happening just a few feet away.
âAhh, fuck, Jake, baby!â you cry out, fingers clawing at the twisted sheets as the rhythm builds.
Jake groans behind you, bracing himself with both hands on yours, pinning you to the mattress as he drives deeper, rougher. You love this positionâGod, how you love it. He finds every spot, angles his hips just right until youâre gasping, sobbing into the mattress.
âWeâre so fucking good together,â Jake pants into your ear, his voice shaking with need, âFuck.â His lips find your neck, kissing everywhere he can reach, hot, sloppy, open-mouthed, desperate to mark.
You tilt your head back blindly, catching his mouth in a messy kiss over your shoulder, tongues tangling, moans swallowed between breathless gasps as he starts to thrust harder, deeper, your bodies slamming together.
Youâre clenching around him so hard, you can feel every ridge, every twitch of his cock. The orgasm hits, your breath catching, head lolling forward as heat floods you from the inside out. "Fuck!"
Jake keeps going through it, keeps thrusting through your high, refusing it to end. Your hips instinctively push back against him, your eyes roll back, jaw slack, pleasure crackling through every nerve.
âF-fuck, Iâshit,â Jake chokes out, repositioning behind you with a sharp slap to your ass that makes your whole body jolt. He watches it jiggle with a low groan, hips snapping forward again and again. Every thrust knocks the breath from your lungs, and your arms finally give out.
You collapse forward, face buried in the soaked mattress, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth, your body slack and trembling. Completely, utterly fucked out.
âB-b-baby,â Jake stammers, leaning over you again, his chest slick and warm against your back.
You feel his arms slide beneath you, one curling tightly around your waist, the other slipping under your body to knead your breast in slow, circular motions. Heâs still thrusting, slower now, but no less intense. You feel every inch, every grind of his hips, his cock dragging against your overstimulated walls as he pants against your ear.
âYou can take another one for me?â he whines, voice cracking into a whisper. âP-please? Prettyâpretty please?âÂ
You moan weakly, unable to find words, only nodding as your fingers twitch into the sheets. Youâre half-asleep, fucked so deep into the mattress your limbs barely move but Jakeâs still moving, still inside you.
âDonât s-sleep, nghh, baby, fuck,â he breathes, nuzzling into your nape, teeth grazing the sweat-slick skin there before sinking in gently, biting down as his hips start to pick up again.
The pleasure's too much now, tangled with pain and pressure until your body doesnât know the difference. You're a trembling mess, whimpering, twitching, your muscles weak from everything he's already wrung out of you.
You don't know how he's still strong enough to shift your limp body, but suddenly you're on your back, legs pushed up and pinned high beside your shoulders. His hands curl behind your knees, holding you wide open as he sinks into you again with no warning.
He grunts as he slides home, balls-deep, moaning loudly, eyes locked onto your face, drinking every twitch, every gasp, every flutter of your lashes. His hips start pounding again, relentless, slapping into your soaked cunt with wet, brutal rhythm.
Your mouth falls open, lips slack, eyes half-lidded. You can't even speak.
âBaby! L-love youâahhh!â Jake cries out. One of his hands slips down, thumb pressing to your clit and rubbing in tight, fast circles.
You twitch violently beneath him, chest heaving, body barely holding together.
Even with your consciousness slippingâyour mind half-blacked out from pleasure and fatigueâyou feel it again. That same heat blooming low in your belly. Your legs are burning in the mating press, your lungs clawing for air, your head spinning.
âJ-Jake, w-wait!â you sob, shaking your head from side to side, voice cracked, but his thrusts only get harder, his thumb moving faster, and ruthless.
âDonât stop, donât stopâjust one more,â he begs, almost delirious.
âFUCK!â you scream, fingers twisting the sheets, your body shaking as it hits you. âFuckfuckfuck!â you shriek as your entire core contracts violently. Your back arches. Your vision whites out. You feel the gush of hot liquid pulsing from your cunt, soaking the sheets, his pelvis, everything.
Jake groans loud and deep. But he doesn't stop. He keeps moving, keeps rubbing, his thumb grinding your clit as you cry out and shake under him. Your legs jerk in his grip, body trying to retreat, but he doesnât let go.
Your voice cracksâ"No! No more!"âbut it's lost in the noise. Â
âO-one more, baby, please,â he moans as he leans over you again, his body trembling, lips brushing your ear.
Your scream rises again as his cock drags through your soaked walls, now slick with your release. Youâre squeezing him so tight heâs nearly frozen in place. His eyes roll back, mouth dropping open.
âJesus Christ, people! Tone it down!â Jay roars from the other side of the wall, banging his fist hard against it, rattling the drywall. His voice is muffled, furious, but distant and irrelevant.
Jake doesnât even blink. Heâs too far gone. His hands tighten around your thighs as he slams forward, again and again, slick friction loud and obscene, the slap of your bodies echoing through the room.
âLast one,â he gasps. âFuuuuck, baby, fuckâ!â
You scream again, nails digging into his wrists as your body explodes for the final timeâanother hot gush forced from your cunt, a violent surge that splashes his abdomen and thighs. Jake throws his head back and howls, the tension in his spine snapping as you clamp down so hard around his cock it punches the orgasm straight out of him.
He cums inside you, trembling, moaning, his voice broken and high as he spills deep, cock twitching wildly, over and over. His whole body quakes as he presses into you, emptying himself in ragged pulses that stretch on and on.
By the time it ends, you're both shaking. The room is thick with heat and the sharp, musky scent of sex, every surface damp with sweat, slick, and release.
Jake pulls out slowly, carefully, and even that soft withdrawal makes you both moan. The two of you are oversensitive.Â
Jake collapses beside you, arms immediately wrapping around your waist, pulling you in close. His face buries in the crook of your neck, lips pressing the faintest kiss to your skin.
You curl into him instinctively, legs tangled, your body heavy and sore but warm in the aftermath, without another word, you both drift underânaked, tangled in each otherâs arms, unconscious on a mattress youâve completely wet the bed in.
Jay is rich-rich and likes to frequent the strip club you dance at. You know regulars tend to have their favorite dancers, but to become his favorite? Oh, wellâŠ.you knew heâd rent out a private room sooner or later.Â
Or the one where you tell jay that if breaks the rules, heâs going to have to fork up a very large sum of money and, well, he seems entirely ready to pay up.Â
minors dni! | if you read it, reblog it.
WORDCOUNTâ 5.4k
PAIRINGâ jay x afab reader
CONTENTâ pussy drunk and rich as hell jay, stripper reader, jay is taller than reader.
NOTE: if u read this before no u didnât bc i reworked a lot of it!!! just to cover my bases, hi i am ncteez and if you feel like this fic sounds too close to another one, its because i wrote them both!!! thank you!!!Â
nsfw tags under cut:
nsfw tags: lap dancing, shy-ish jay, unprotected sex, cream pie, doggy style on a couch, thick cock jay, reader doesnât cum lmfaooooo
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Having sex with a client is a big no-no in the industry youâve grown to love. You are to be desired, eye-fucked, and paid to look sexy. The fact that you donât have to give them any part of you outside of a show? Whatâs not to love about it?Â
There are men who try to get touchy, men who are too shy to make eye contact, and men who refuse to break eye contact. All three of these types of clients bring in the big bucks and tend to become regulars to either yourself or one of the other girls who make the men believe they are also an object of desire.Â
Itâs easy, really. After all, why not use the goods you were born with to make the big bucks?
Then you have those clients. The men with big-shot jobs, walking in and ordering the most expensive drink, quietly observing the women as if they arenât even interested at all. The ones who have wives, children, and stresses that will weigh on them the moment they walk out of their homes for work.Â
To them, you are their secret little stress relief and you often find yourself acting out towards them, letting them break a rule or two, perhaps. Dancing a little longer for them sometimes just to really rake in the dollars. Mostly because theyâre the ones who pay your expensive rent. Theyâre the reason you can live on the high-end of the city and buy new, sexy, lingerie to wear each night you dance and bounce around on the stage.Â
Jay was one of those men, so you assumed. A little young looking if youâre being honest, but who are you to pry when heâs throwing hundreds at you and the other dancers?Â
 You remember the first time he walked through those doors. You thought he was going to be one of the shy men, avoiding eye contact and shuffling uncomfortably on his seat to hide the boner, presumably ashamed to know he could never have the women up on stage that are intentionally making him hard.Â
He isnât though, and you swear just last weekend he bought out the entire fucking club because he was the only one watching on a late saturday night, silently judging each dancer. You also remember when he made eye contact with you on that night. His eyes were sharp under the dimmed lighting and you swear he could hear the way your heart skipped a beat with the intimidation, mostly because the motherfucker smirked before throwing out five crisp hundred dollar bills.
Even on the first night he ever attended, the girls talked. You remember when your best friend ran back in her six inch pumps, jumping with glee and explaining that the new guy threw two hundred at her only a minute into her dance.Â
Naturally, all the girls wanted to put on a show for him after that.
He appeared to be rich. And everyone was shocked, really, because even the richest of clients typically donât give a bill over fifty to the dancers unless he pays for privacy. This man though? He was tipping with bills that showed his status.Â
It was really only natural from that moment forward for each girl plus yourself to try and win him over. Youâd stay near his side of the stage, directing the gyrating and pussy shots right at him just to see those bills flutter to the floor of the stage.Â
In all honesty though, these types of clients never stay long. Usually theyâre in the city on business and visit once, only to never come back. This one though? Oh, he keeps coming back. Every. Single. Saturday.Â
Having no ring on his fingers only made it better because many of the married men do not feel the guilt of ogling women while married. Huge turn off. Like, hey, if they donât touch, itâs not cheating right? Either way, eating fancy and living in your nice flat paid for by the lust of men is a perfect lifestyle for you. Even if you have to pretend to like the pigs pretending to love their wives.
You called dibs on this new man as quickly as you could, to the dismay of the other dancers. Calling dibs was never truly honored though, because who the man chooses is usually who ends up dancing for him and getting the most money.Â
This guy never seemed to choose a girl though. He never pays for dances, never speaks, never so much as shivers in his seat at the image of a pussy sticking to panties in front of his face for his money. All he does is watch and throw bills.
You should be pleased. After all, heâs kind of a perfect client.
Weeks and months go by at this point and Jay keeps his regular Saturday night appearances. After what you and all the other dancers believe regarding him buying out the club last weekend, heâs a very welcome face to see.Â
Tonight though, several dancers have come back into the lounge crying because this guy didnât tip them a fucking dime. Given, a bouncer shows up not ten minutes after each crying face with a nice tray of drinks and an envelope with their stage names on it.Â
Itâs gotten to the point now that with how long heâs been visiting the club, some girls even roll their eyes at him. Wondering how desperate he must be, how privileged he must be to flaunt his money the way he does.Â
Still, that doesnât stop every single one of you from working your bodies for him in hopes of more, more, more money.Â
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Same old, same old at the club half a year later. Saturday night, several regulars, several new faces, and of course, that young rich guy sitting front and center.Â
You walked into work just as the sun began to set and there he was. At this point you can tell by the back of his head with that nice hair cut. So many other men show up disheveled, and half of them are already wasted by the time later shows even start. Still, you smile in knowing youâll make rent again this month. After all, you just spent a bit too much money on some new shoes and outfits.Â
Still, but this point regarding this rich ass guy, even youâre getting annoyed. Every saturday he tips you anywhere between five hundred to a thousand dollars. Given, youâre very aware that itâs much more than the other dancers get, and you kind of have been lying about the amount he tips you so they donât feel bad. Itâs the fact that he isnât giving anyone a chance to really show him a good time.Â
Private rooms and VIP services are highly sought after in this club and he can definitely afford it. It just appears that he doesnât want to get personal with anyone.
Given, thereâs no sex involved, of course. Itâs just intimate lap dances, music of their choosing, sharing drinks, and occasionally just becoming a therapist for loser old men. Still, you wish heâd give you a chance to really get into your moves.Â
And, well, would you look at that.
Youâre in the back room settling into your seat to lace up your new shoes when one of the owners walks up to you.Â
âYouâve got a dance.â He says to you, smiling. âYouâll never guess who it is.â
You look at yourself in the mirror, popping your lips with the pretty lipgloss before wiping some off that overlined your lips, and then shift your eyes to the owner through the glass.Â
âJake, again?âÂ
The owner shakes his head with a laugh. Surely Jake would be here soon to try and get you to dance for him again though.Â
âWho, then?â You laugh, leaning back down to fix a strap on your shoe.Â
âHis name is Park Jongseong, goes by the name of Jay.â
âOkay?â You laugh, turning in your chair to face the man. âIs this his first time buying a dance?â
âOh yeah.â The owner says brightly. âHe bought you out for the entire night, head to room 11 when youâre dressed, heâs already made himself at home.âÂ
Nothing else is said by the owner as he turns and walks out.Â
âThe whole night?â One of the girls laughs at your situation. âYouâd better hope he tips well.â
âWell, buying out the entire night sounds expensive, he must be one of the rich ones.â You laugh with a shrug, a little frustrated that your new shoes wonât be seen by the foot-fetish men. Theyâre always out and feral on Saturdays.Â
âMaybeââ The other dancer laughs, looking at you with kind of a pitiful look. âHope heâs not ugly.â
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Youâve done so many private dances before, but none that had ever taken the entire shift. To be fair, you didnât even know they could do that. You assume that the owner took the offer because he decided the money was worth it. Wondering how much was offered to pay for your presence, you feel kind of good.Â
This isnât exactly a cheap club, surely this is a great opportunity.Â
Whoever Jay is though, heâd better make this wasted shift worth your time.
âHi,â You whisper without looking up, sauntering into room 11 with a small voice. They always like when youâd act smaller in terms of personality, submissive even.Â
The lights are dimmer than usual when you walk in and youâve only used this room once or twice during your entire career at this club. It was the most expensive room, one with its own pole, a large velvet couch, and more space to move around compared to the others.Â
The man doesnât respond to you as your eyes adjust to him, but thenâOh.
Oh.
Jackpot.
âJay?â You look at the man who had spent thousands on you and the other dancers since heâd become a regular. âThatâs the name of the man who spoils us?âÂ
He just nods at you, staring you up and down with the same sharp eyes he had the night youâd first seen him.Â
âNot a man of many words?â You question, walking over to him slowly, swinging your hips like the way you always do when youâre on the clock. âSo, I take it you wonât tell me why you picked me, huh?â You laugh playfully, looking over to the pole but parking yourself in front of him.Â
âWhy wouldnât I have picked you?â He lets out, taking a sip of his drink. âYouâre my favorite to watch.â
Hearing his voice felt surreal, somehow setting him apart from any other client youâve had seated in front of you. His voice is smooth, but you canât tell if you think that because heâd held your curiosity for the longest time, or because he just said youâre his favorite to watch.
âOh yeah?â You smile at him with a tilt of your head. âLucky me.âÂ
With that, you see how he relaxes against the couch to watch you. Business as usual. You donât even ask how much he shelled out for this, because you know it had to be a lot. His first offer was probably much more than what the owner would have accepted to begin with.Â
You do your job for him though, twirling and sliding yourself against and on the pole. The music is a lovely choice, one that is chill enough to move slowly, but upbeat enough to bounce and wiggle for him.Â
The pole is cold as usual, allowing your nipples to perk enough to where, now, because he is closer to you than he had ever been, he can see them. You definitely see him watching too, still with that same bored expression despite the money he lends out just to experience it. You continue your routine, spreading your cheeks, pressing your tits together, making eye contact with him, smirking, and licking your lips.Â
Jay mouths the lyrics to the songs sometimes, but his eyes never leave you even when he dips his head for a drink. His eyes are less sharp now compared to before, being replaced with a hazy kind of look as he drags his gaze up and down your mostly-exposed body.Â
Noting that youâve never seen his face shift before out in the main area, you believe that you are experiencing Jay actually reacting to a woman now. No longer looking uninterested but tipping as if he had cum in his pants during each dance. You feel entirely desired by him, and you kind of like it.Â
âI think youâre the most handsome client Iâve ever danced for.â You say in a soft voice, slowly backing away from the pole as the song changes. After all, you always sweet talk clients when itâs a one on one like this, though usually youâre lying. You actually mean it this time. âDo you know the rules?âÂ
Jay nods as his legs spread a bit when you walk towards him. He knows youâre taking your time because he did pay for the entire night.Â
âNo touching.â You whisper as the bass picks up on the speakers. Itâs lap-dance time at the moment, and like always, you recite the most important rule.Â
He nods again, eyes glued to you as you turn around in front of him and begin to ghost your ass over his lap.Â
Watching you, he is well aware of the rules and perfectly comfortable with them. He would never violate a woman regardless of how sexy he finds her. He can buy her time, but he knows he canât buy her intimacy on any level higher than he already has.Â
You dance against him for what feels like an hour, but only three songs come and go. Jay is stoic beneath you but you can see his facade break every now and then. He will shake his head to himself sometimes, or flutter his eyes closed when your tits are less than an inch from his face.Â
Usually, he is great at composing himself in this kind of situation. He knew when he became a regular here that having you would be impossible but that didnât stop him from showing up. He knows itâs your job, and you act this way with everyone, so he canât just break composure and show you just how fucking badly he wants you. Truly, he canât embarrass himself by being so obvious.
âI imagine youâre struggling, Jayââ You break him out of his thoughts by calling him out instantly, turning and now spreading your legs across his lap to sit on him. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, mostly because you know heâs going to tip you big time. âDonât you want to touch?âÂ
He stutters out a laugh, and maybe believing he was one of the shy clients isnât entirely untrue.
âItâs against the rules.â He deadpans, keeping his hands at his sides and glancing away from you, trying not to imagine the fact that heâs got the prettiest stripper in the club grinding against his cock right now. Though youâre not entirely grinding against it, he can feel a soft sort of friction every few seconds as you dance on top of him.Â
âDo you want to break the rules?â You tilt your head, knowing that youâre already touching him by wrapping your arms around him and kind of like, being incredibly attracted to him. Youâd probably let him break more than a few rules if he wants it, not just for the tips either.
When he looks up to make eye contact with you, you nod at him and he follows, nodding himself.
âIf you break a rule and touch me, you will have to pay me a hefty fine not to tell on you.â You laugh cheekily, batting your lashes and bouting your lips at him.Â
He could pay your rent for the next several months if he wanted to just for fucking fun? Like hell youâd report him for touching you when youâre struggling yourself not to touch him more.
âHow much?â He instantly says, smirking as if you could name any price. For him though, hearing you suddenly offer some sort of deal in order to let him touch you has his mind doing flips.
Rules, rules, fucking rules.
Fuck the rules, he can afford to break them.
Youâre a little taken aback by his playing along. You were mostly joking, but the suggestion is still there if heâs the type to... yâknow, wanna fool around with a stripper.Â
âHalf a mil.â You joke again, pulling back from his lap to slap against his arm, knowing the price is too high but flirting anyway. âTouch me and you loseâ
You didnât expect him to nod back at you.Â
âFive hundred thousand.â He confirms, keeping his hands at his sides. âGo on then, try and win your money.â
Youâre fucking floored. Half a million is really on the line right now? Thereâs no fucking way he thinks he can lose. No way would a man really put that much on the line just to see if you can seduce them into breaking a rule that youâd allow him to break for free.Â
The game is on now though, it seems, as you do everything in your power to tease the ever-loving fuck out of the rich man in front of you. You ruffle his hair, you ghost your lips over his and everywhere else, you dance against him, on him, around him. You spread your legs out for him, slapping your own clothed pussy, you tease your nipples at him as if youâd pull your breasts out.Â
You can see him start to falter about two hours into the game. You had whispered into his ear and noted how he leaned into it. When you walked around the couch so that you could stand in front of him again, you saw how painfully hard he had become. Lowering yourself to your knees in front of him as if you would be in a position to swallow his cock whole, you look up at him innocently. âIs that for me?â
Jay groans, nodding shortly. Heâs definitely breaking, and heâs starting to not care.Â
âIâve never wanted to fuck you more than I do nowââ He admits when he drops his hand from his hair and looks at you with a crooked smile.Â
You smile at him, that half a mil is yours.Â
âOh yeah?â You run your hands up and down his thighs. âYouâve wanted to fuck me before?âÂ
Jay nods, watching how dangerously close your hands get to his cock, lending a twitch and hoping you notice it.Â
âYouâll lose if you touch me thoughââ Youâre cut off by him, seething out words in a deeper voice.
âYou act like I didnât intend to lose.â He says, leaning forward and pinching your chin between his fingers, lifting your head to look at him.Â
When he lifts your chin, he pulls your face a bit closer, shifting your body in a way that allows him to slot a leg between yours from the floor. He stares at you, almost like he knows that even after giving you the prize money, heâd still be the one to win.Â
âD-did you?â You say, a bit intimidated by him and his rough hand holding your face, he forces you to look at him.Â
âI did.â He says in a matter-of-fact tone. âYouâve never moved your body like this on stage, was I wrong to think youâd let me fuck you?âÂ
You shake your head, sticking your tongue out a bit to lick the tip of his thumb, unintentionally rubbing your pussy against his shin.Â
âBut I donât fuck clients.â You try to argue for the sake of it, despite Jay definitely being a client you want to fuck.
âOh yeah?â He says, turning your face to the side and skewing his neck to see your ass. âIs that why youâre practically fucking my leg right now?âÂ
You bashfully shake your head out of his grip, halting your hips and pulling back from how close his face is to yours. âNo?â He laughs, leaning back and crossing his arms as he looks down at you.Â
âI meanâŠâ You go back on your own word. âYou already touched me andââ You shrug. âIâd be lying if I said I wasnât wet right now.â
Jayâs cock instantly twitches against his pants as he smirks at you with a confident nod.
âStand up then.â He says, nodding his head more as if to motion you to do as he says. His legs spread as you rise to your feet and he instantly adjusts himself when he goes to stand up in front of you too.
Fuck, heâs taller than you and the way he looks down at you feels so much more intimating than before. You are entirely silent when he towers over you and you flinch a bit when his arm wraps around your waist.
Youâre a little shocked by how rough he is when he moves you around, twisting you to where youâre facing the couch and being shoved down against it. âThis is what you wanted, right?â He seethes out as you hear his belt being unbuckled.
Almost in a whine, you whisper out a âyesâ. Heâs floored by the sound of it, because it almost sounds like a fucking plead. Lucky me, he thinks.Â
After all, heâs watched you for months moving your body like you need a cock to fill it. Not just dancing like the other girls, you would fuck the stage for him and his money. And now? Oh, youâre gonna get fucked.Â
Jay doesnât hesitate after hearing you, the money heâs lost in the bet is so far in the back of his mind because to be fair, he would have paid far more just to look at you. The only reason heâs pulling his cock out right now is because you fucking want it.Â
The bet was to not touch you. It appears youâd be pleased with both his cock and his money.
Not because itâs your job either, quite frankly, he knows it isnât your job to fuck clients. He feels special, and he knows he damn well should be special.Â
You were seeing stars from the moment he touched your face, but this? God, this is more than you could have imagined. Such a fit, attractive man throwing his money at you and slipping your panties to the side just to see what no one else in this club sees. You wonder if his mouth is watering, if his hands are trembling, if his cock is twitching.Â
Jay slips a finger into you with ease and without warning, just to test and see if you really do want him to fuck you into the next dimension, and thankfully, youâre more wet than he could have imagined.Â
âGoddamn, baby, you want it?â He asks, confirming for himself that this is all for him.Â
You nod your face against the couch, arching in a way that props your ass up a little higher for him.Â
âGood good.â He says, fucking his finger into you a bit more before taking another step forward and resting his cock between your cheeks for a moment.Â
âLetting your clients fuck you?â His hand wraps around your middle and pulls you up and against, grunting into your ear. âYou always do this?â
You couldnât even answer when you feel him press his cock down and between your legs. So fucking thick.Â
âGo on, look.â He demands against your ear, holding you still against him with his arm as he slides between your folds. You look down to see the head of his cock peeking from between your legs and the image alone had you feeling gagged.
When you moan out at the image, you hear him chuckle against your ear and then you feel him pull his hips back, angling himself perfectly so that he can slide his cock into you.Â
In one long, languid thrust, you feel the entirety of him. You can hear his sigh against you, and feel his hand tighten around your middle when he bottoms out.Â
His cock is so thick, pulsing inside of you and weeping out thick pre-cum, only offering more to the wet you drench him in.Â
âAh, listen to thatââ He says, releasing your middle and slamming his hips back and forward just a few times to let the sound of how wet you are echo under the music. âSo wet for the money, hm?â He continues, now pressing you into the cushions of the couch, knowing youâll soon be biting against the fabric.Â
You hum against the cushions, rolling your eyes back at the delicious feeling of him paired with his voice.Â
âOr is it for me?â He asks now, voice coming out in a low rumble as he slams his hips into you repeatedly with deep pushes and sharp drags.Â
You nod again, almost frantically as you lift yourself to grip onto the back of the couch, and when you turn your head to look behind you, Jay is almost glaring at you with that same devilish smirk on his face.Â
Almost as if, even if heâs losing all that money, heâs fucking winning right now.Â
 You watch his neck tense when he throws his head back with a drawn-out moan shortly after, and he doesnât stop. He snaps his hips so quickly, and fucks into you so hard that all you can do is let out small whimpers each time the head of his cock hits a soft spot inside of you.
And when he doubles over you, using his other hand to stretch your panties impossibly far to the side, lying his head against your shoulder, you can tell heâs losing his composure too.
Heâs so cocky, but goddamn is it nice to feel a man like this lose composure because of your pussy.
 His hips stutter in and out of you and his breathing is heavy, fingers gripping both of your ass cheeks and spreading them every few seconds only to release them and watch them bounce together before slapping hard against the flesh.
âCanât believe youâre spread out for me right now,â He moans out as he reaches his hand up and swipes his hair out of his face, and then his hips snap back into you sharply. Almost pointed.
âKnew you would be too, I saw the way you looked at me babyâ you wanted it too.â He breathes out with each thrust, as if he knew he would have you under him someday, you donât argue. If you had met Jay on the street and he hit on you, youâd be far too easy for him to capture.Â
âDonât ever let another man do this for youââ He moans out now, amazed by how tight your cunt is around him.Â
Truly, and not even trying to be rude, he genuinely didnât think youâd feel this fucking strangled against his cock. Itâs perfect. He wants to lay claim so fucking bad, and so, he fucks harder, quicker.Â
âDonât ever let another man pay for this pussy.âÂ
You nod with a strangled moan, struggling to keep your grip on the couch with his weight on you when he leans forward, pressing his chest to your back.Â
âIâll stop showing up.â He threatens. âWouldnât want that now, would we?â He continues to talk, hunched over you, fucking you just right while gripping both of your tips in that slutty bra youâre wearing.Â
And before you can even answer in a whimper, a cry, or a moan, you feel his cock pulse inside of you. Seemingly fucking you until heâs empty only because you feel it happen. He releases himself inside of you, cumming spurts of thick white ropes against your quivering walls.Â
Right then, he grabs you by the hair, pulling you back and against him and holding you so tightly in place. All you can do is sit still for him, cockwarming him through his orgasm as you try to speak.Â
âYou wouldnât be able to stay away anywayââ You try to be snide through the pleasure of feeling his cum bubble out of you. âLook at how fast you came.â
He snarls first at your comment, only to chuckle as he orgasm comes to an end. Truly the sounds he made to your comment were so fucking erotic, you almost canât imagine ever letting another man do this anyway. For some reason, having Jay act all possessive over you is much less offensive anyway, compared to the other men who would probably try this with you.Â
You donât see it as him assuming youâre a woman who would allow just any man to have sex with her for money, anyway. You think he knew heâd be able to pull it off. Though, if that werenât the case, it wouldnât be any of his fucking business anyway.Â
If anything, you decide that he gets possessive when his cock is fucking, and you feel kinda glad that you were the one he picked.Â
Not kinda. Actually, youâre fucking over the moon over it.Â
The fact that the man cumming inside of you is the man all of the girls want to dance for makes you feel like youâre the prettiest woman in the world. His money is attractive, but god, the way he fucks is somehow more enticing. You wouldnât mind doing it again, and again, and again.Â
And when he finishes and pulls out of you, all he does is slide your panties back to their rightful place and gives your pussy a little tap, as if to comfort you into keeping his cum inside of you for safe keeping.Â
And yeah, he knows you didn't cum but to be fair, as much as he would have loved giving you an orgasm, your pussy felt too good for him to stop. Perhaps youâll call for him to return the favor? Who knows? (God, he hopes you do.)
By the time heâs sat back on the couch, allowing you to lounge against him as you catch your breath, heâs already pulling out his wallet.
âI donât carry cash.â He says, pulling out a card. âAt least not half a million worth, so, just take this.âÂ
He hopes you take note of what heâs doing. After all, the club has an ATM, he could always just make a couple of transactions for this.Â
You look at him wide-eyed, seeing the black card he holds out to you. He's actually paying you? You didnât think heâd really give you half a million, seeing as how much you enjoyed that? Being paid for sex isnât actually something you do.Â
Then again, heâs paying for breaking the rules, not for fucking you.Â
âYouâre just going to give me your card?â You laugh, raising a brow in confusion. âI could go way over the limit?â
âYou wouldnât.â He shrugs first, and laughs second. âYou wonât.â
Taking the card into your hand, it feels much heavier than any credit card youâve ever held.Â
âNo, really. You canât just give me your card.â You laugh, tossing it back at him.
âSays who?â He looks at you seriously this time. âIf I donât see you again, Iâll just report you for fraud.â
Heâs being fucking serious? Genuinely?Â
âJayââ You try to scold him, but he doesn't let you.
âJust take the damn card.â He demands, standing to his feet and ruffling his hair with a breath. âDonât embarrass me more by not taking it.âÂ
âEmbarrass you?â You ask, looking at the card and the way he just leaves it lying against the couch.Â
Almost as if, if you donât take it, someone else will.
âListen, I donât normally do this.â He trails off, feeling the post-nut guilt. âThe least I can do is hold up my end of the deal.â
âThis is your credit card.â You still try to argue with him, turning to watch him walk towards the door.Â
âDonât use it then. Just give it back to me when I see you again.â
You watch him reach for the doorknob.Â
âSaturday?â You ask.
âSaturday.â
And then heâs gone, and youâre five hundred thousand dollars richer, somehow.
genre: 80âČs!au, church boy!jake, experienced!reader, smut
warnings: religious innuendos, corruption, jake kinda acts like a perv, y/n is lowkey manipulative, smut [sub!jake, dom!reader, loss of virginity, protected sex, masturbation (m), humping, public sex, voyeurism, praise kink, oral sex (m & f receiving), usage of âpuppyâ /Â âpupâ towards jake, overstimulation]
word count:Â 13.5k+
summary: all good boys go to heaven but jake sim has secured a place in hell, thanks to you.
a/n: this is 80% smut and 20% actual plot + i was too lazy to edit and google docs was not working properly, so this piece is unedited! ignore any mistakes pls! AND let me know what you guys think about it!Â
His whole life, Jake tried to be the perfect son his parents could ask for. The boy was kind and respectful, always listening to whatever his parents needed to say. He fulfilled his parentsâ every wish, always with a bright smile on his face. He graduated high school at the top of his class, always getting the best marks in every exam. He never failed to be his teacherâs favorite. He had close friends who enjoyed his presence and he never failed to spend quality time with them. Most importantly, being the son of a Christian family, he had never skipped going to church on Sundayâs.Â
From a young age, Jake was taught the good, the bad and the red line separating them. He was never the one to commit such sins. Even if he did, he would have been ashamed for the rest of his life. However, as he grew up and learned stuff about the world outside of the rules he was made to follow, he realized how thin the line between good and bad was. Foremost, he learned why sins were actually called sins and the reason why they were prohibited.Â
warnings: dom!heeseung, unprotected sex, degradation (one sentence only), heeseung is a little bit possessive, pining
word count: 2.8k+
summary: heeseung didnât really like the idea of his best friend taking his fuck buddy out on a date.Â
a/n: celebratory fic for 500 followers!! thank you all so much!!Â
The notification sound coming from your phone made you break the kiss. Earning a scoff from the boy you were straddling, you stretched your arm over Heeseungâs bedside table to grab your phone and check the text. You knew Heeseung was annoyed when he didnât even initiate standing straight on his back to kiss your neck which was something he always did.Â
âStill up for our date tonight? :)â The text from Jay said.Â
You chuckled at his message, a small smile forming on your face before replying with a quick âsureâ before putting your phone back on the bedside table, ready to give all of your attention to the needy boy under you. For Heeseung, it felt like you were on your phone for an hour but in reality it didnât take you longer than a minute for you to crash your lips against his for the nth time that day.Â
You were stating it casually as you crossed through the threshold of your best friends apartment, using your copy of the key to let yourself in and throwing your bag loosely on the couch before attacking him with the direct statement.
He was sitting at his desk and you watched him impatiently as he slowly turned his chair in your direction, pushing his glasses off his nose and onto his head as he stared at you with a bored expression.
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â He was asking you in his usual steady tone and you let out a groan before approaching him dramatically and dropping to your knees in front of his spinning chair.
TWO HOURS EARLIER
âWait.. are you serious?â Your head was picking up at the sound of your friends confused voice, falling into a disbelieving laugh that caused you to send her a sharp glare and move your hair out of your face.
âWhatâs so funny about that?â You were spitting at her in frustration, having just confessed to her your undying crush on a boy at your school. Youâd dramatically slammed your head down onto the table afterwards and only lifted it back up when you heard her insulting tone.
âYou are so not Sunghoonâs type.â Yuna was shaking her head and casually scrolling through her phone as she broke the news to you, not even bothering to let you down gently or pay you a second of attention.
She wasnât necessarily trying to be rude, she was simply just used to your antics and impulsive behavior. When youâd approached the table in anguish citing that you were in an unrequited love with a member of the biggest frat on campus, sheâd automatically knew you were in one of your erratic moods.
âWhatâs his type then?â You were piqued with interest and scooting forward in anticipation for her answer, your butt leaving the seat as your elbows slide across the table and you were leaned on top of it.
âI donât know⊠girls like him I guess.â She shrugged softly and finally glanced over her glass screen to look at you as she delivered the final blow. âGirls with experience.â
Jay was staring down at you from where he was sat at his chair, his face unchanging as you clutched onto his knee and dramatically retold the story that had led you to making such a ridiculous request when you walked through the door. He was more used to your behavior than anybody else and had the knowledge and experience to not take you seriously.
âAnd what does this have to do with me exactly?â He was sighing and your mouth parted in disbelief, genuinely not understanding how he wasnât getting where you were coming from.
âAre you kidding me? Dude weâve been friends since like⊠forever. Who else would I do it with?â You were sitting back on the carpet now that you could tell he wasnât going to budge, leaning back on your palms and still sitting at his feet.
The phrase to describe the duration of your friendship, wasnât one of your exaggerations. Youâd actually been friends for as long as you can remember and the two of you had never been separated since meeting, becoming quickly known as a solid unit and never being seen without the other.
It slowed down as you got older and gained your own personalities and hobbies, surprisingly opposites considering youâd spend all of your developmental years together but it never put much of a hinderance on your friendship. Jay kept you steady and grounded when you were close to bouncing off the walls and you made sure he didnât rot away in his apartment having no social life.
âPlus, youâve been with girls havenât you?â You were asking him slowly and he just stared at you in response, sighing softly when your mouth curled into a knowing smile and you sat back up on your knees.
âWhy do you want to be with a douchebag like Park Sunghoon anyways?â He was looking away from you as he said it, looking only slightly flushed at your sitting position before he was diverting his attention back to the laptop on the desk in front of him.
âHeâs not that bad. Heâs way better than the last few guys.â You were trying to justify your taste but you could see him rolling his eyes, knowing that your standards were extremely low and it didnât take a lot to be better than your exes.
You were sighing softly and standing up off the floor, making your way across the room and flopping down on his bed with a flair of dramatics. You landed on your stomach but you looked back over your shoulder to see if he was watching you and your antics, smiling softly when you saw that he was, out of the corner of his eye.
âFine, since you donât want to do it Iâll just have to find somebody else.â You made sure to keep your voice extra disappointed and dramatic and you heard him let out a small scoff at your exaggeration. âIâll just ask that Jeongguk guy from the arts department, you know the one who keeps making passes at me every party.â
You glanced back over at him and couldnât help the laugh that escaped from your lips when you saw the annoyed expression on his face. He was wheeling the chair closer to the bed and sighing again, taking his glasses off of his forehead so he could run his hands through his hair.
âWouldnât it be too weird?â He was asking and you were sitting back up in anticipation now that he was asking questions, possibly interested in accepting your proposal. âI mean.. are you even attracted to me?â
Your mouth was falling open slightly as you stared at him in disbelief, leaning forward slightly to see if he was being serious before you were frowning at him. âAre you being serious right now?â
He didnât say anything and he didnât need to, knowing that you knew he was always serious, almost painfully so sometimes. He was watching you as you scooted forward so you were closer to the edge of the bed and by default closer to where he had pulled the chair up to, looking into his eyes earnestly as you dropped the worlds most awkward truth bomb on him.
âJay. Youâre like⊠sexy.â You were telling him in a flat voice and he could tell you were being serious but he couldnât help the laugh that burst out of him at your sincere tone and the frown that only deepened when he chuckled at you.
âOkay fine, so when would we do this?â He was asking and you gasped with excitement, sitting up fully and throwing yourself onto his lap so you could wrap your arms around him in thanks, squealing slightly when the chair spun around at the sudden collision and nearly tipped the both of you over onto the floor.
Youâd left his apartment with the promise to return the next night for your first lessons, thanking him with a big grin and failing to notice the apprehension he had in his eyes when he gave you a half smile back before closing his door.
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Never in your entire life had you felt nervous to see your bestfriend. Not even after youâd gotten your period for the first time in gym class and everybody had laughed and pointed, not when your parents had first started to talk about divorce and you had to go and stay with him and his mom for a few days and not even when youâd gotten totally dumped right before prom night and showed up at his door in your dress with makeup running down your face.
Youâd never been hesitant to raise your hand to knock on his door, cringing after you did so and the foreign noise rang far too loud, remembering suddenly that you had your own key and typically would just let yourself in.
Still, you waited for him to come open the door and you scowled at yourself when you instinctively flattened your hair and tried to lean against the door in a semi seductive way. He was swinging the door open with a raised eyebrow before you had the chance to stand upright and amusement paused over his features as he looked at you.
âAre you trying to rob me or something?â He was asking and you swiftly were reminded of who you were here to see, your shoulders losing tension as you pushed past him into the room.
âI was trying to be sexy dickhead.â You were complaining to him and you tried not to feel nervous again as you sat down on his bed, glancing at him to see him watching you from over by the couch. âSo how do we do this?â
He was shrugging softly after a few seconds but still approaching you and also sitting on the bed, a normal distance away from you but for some reason it felt both too close and too far away. You were reminded why you hadnât lost your virginity yet despite the overwhelming desire to, freezing up and becoming awkward whenever you entered a situation that could potentially lead to it.
âFirst, youâve gotta relax dude.â He was sighing and you look over at him with a frown, not surprised that he had immediately clocked your hesitation. âItâs just me.â
This fact did little to help you now that you thought about it. Youâd immediately came to him because he was your other half and there was no way youâd ever find somebody you were more comfortable being vulnerable with but you hadnât considered the fact youâd actually have to have sex with him to have sex with him.
Jay was attractive, something youâve always known and never bothered to deny despite not outwardly announcing it. You listened bitterly to your other friends gossip and gush about him once you entered high school and he hit puberty, growing rapidly in height and his features sharpening.
It only worsened when he became obsessed with going to the gym after school and wearing clothes that showed off his arms even when it was cold outside.
You were filled with a weird sense of pride that he had chosen to be your best friend even throughout his growing popularity, denying dates with beautiful girls if the two of you already had plans and never paying any mind to the way your friends would throw themselves at him every time you managed to drag him out to parties with you.
Yet youâd never thought of him in that way, despite your moms always talking about how the two of you were destined to be married and how most guys you encountered told you that theyâd just assumed Jay was your boyfriend and never bothered to try and flirt with you because of that.
âWe should probably kiss each other.â You were suddenly blurting out and his face instinctively scrunched up at the suggestion, causing you to sigh softly and look at him in bewilderment. âWe canât have sex and not kiss, thatâs super weird.â
âI know I know.â He was telling you and he was sitting up from where heâd been leaned against the headboard and you flushed now that he was closer to you, feeling weird that his presence was causing that within this specific context.
Youâd kissed Jay before, quite a few times but it was never anything more than quick press of your lips or a peck that you immediately recoiled from. Heâd actually been your first kiss, surging forward during a spin the bottle game in middle school before anybody else got the chance and you had thanked him with ice cream later that night for saving your virgin lips from one of the creepy older boys eyeing you.
That was just Jay, the most selfless and caring best friend you could ever imagine and you felt lucky every time he was doing you a ridiculous favor at 4am after youâd awaken him from his deep sleep.
Another reason why you hadnât hesitated in asking him to help you with this although now you were slightly regretting it and not the biggest fan of how quick he was to accept anything you wished for. He was eyeing you curiously and you knew he had sensed your hesitance, making you worried that he would back out under the impression you didnât actually want this to happen.
You were moving closer to him before he could do so and his eyes widened for a second at your sudden close proximity before his eyes were falling down to your lips and then back up again like he was asking for permission.
You nodded softly but you still werenât prepared for the way his hand came up to cup the side of your face gently, helping you meet him halfway into a kiss and you tensed up at the contact. He pulled back for a second after barely touching your lips, waiting for you to loosen up and when your shoulders were dropping and you pushed forward again he finally moved more.
The first thing you noticed was that Jay was a good kisser. He was moving against you slowly but you could tell he was taking it easy on you, his thumb swiping along your cheek to keep your anxiety calm and if you didnât know any better youâd think this wasnât a big deal at all to him. But you did know better, in fact you knew best, and you could tell he was equally as nervous as you were judging by the way his eyes darted around your face every time he pulled back to make sure it was still okay.
âCan I try more?â He was rasping out to you and your stomach tightened at the sound of his voice. You thought youâd heard all of his voices, having heard him angry and yelling or upset with his voice cracking around words before fading out into a low whisper but youâd never heard it like this before.
You didnât even think before nodding your head, leaning towards him again in a daze and ignoring the soft laugh he let out as your lips connected once more. He was kissing you the same as before, slow and patient so he didnât push your limits and you were growing slightly impatient until you felt his tongue swipe across your lower lip.
Your mouth parted in a surprised gasp but he seemed to take this as an invitation, slipping it into your mouth and you squirmed at the feeling of him licking into the kiss. You shifted forward towards him instinctively on the bed and you felt your knee collide with his, ignoring it in favor of pushing your own tongue against his and listening to the small groan that slipped out of his mouth.
âIs it okay?â He was barely pulling back to ask and you were still trying to move closer to him as he spoke, making the words muffled as he ignored your desperation. You were nodding as an answer to him and he seemed pleased by your confirmation before remembering he was meant to be teaching you. âTry sucking on it a little.â
Your eyes widened at his suggestion and you stopped trying to kiss him so you could stare up at him in confusion, watching in amusement as his ears turned slightly red and he looked something close to bashful for suggesting it.
âDoes that make you feel good?â You were whispering to him, speaking for the first time since this started and his eyes shot back down to your lips now that they were moving.
âI-I mean.. I think most guys would like it.â He was trying to justify his reasoning for suggesting something so specific but he could tell by your smile that was slowly growing that you were just messing with him, sighing softly before leaning into you again to reconnect the kiss.
Despite you making fun of him, you still were nervous to test out what he had suggested and you were grateful that he started off slow again and didnât immediately stick his tongue down your throat. He kissed you gently for almost too long and you decided to act before he did, parting his lips slightly and deepening it yourself. He hummed in approval and your face flushed red at the small noise, fighting the urge to retreat and hide your face from him.
You could feel him take a deep breath when you were hesitantly sucking his tongue into your mouth, twisting your head sideways so you could take it deeper and pull back and forth along it.
His hand was shooting to your knee and gripping it tightly at the feeling, giving you a warning to stop that you quickly ignored. You never thought that kissing Jay would feel so good, leave you shuffling forward into his touch on your leg and desperately kissing him continuously to ensure he wouldnât stop.
He was making another low sound into your mouth and only then did you pull off for a second, breathing heavily and staring at him with hooded eyes. He held your stare for a few seconds before he was looking away suddenly, his expression not giving anything away but you could tell he was starting to overthink about the whole situation.
âIs it too weird?â You were asking him and he glanced over at you at the sound of your breathy voice, eyes shooting down to your swollen lips and then back to his hand that was still on your knee.
He removed it and you weirdly felt a pang of disappointment at the movement, scooting closer to him on the bed and leaning forward slightly into his line of vision so he had no choice but to give his attention to you. His expression was neutral again when he looked at you and you found yourself cursing the fact your bestfriend was so stoic.
âI think we should stop here for the day.â He was telling you in a calm voice and your mouth fell into a pout of disappointment without you even realizing it, only noticing it when his eyes went back to your lips and stayed there when he saw the way they were jutted out.
âWe barely even did anything.â You werenât embarrassed by the childish whine slipping into your tone, knowing perfectly well what typically got Jay to succumb to your wants and you could tell he was weak spirited in his attempt to stop early by the way he sighed softly and continued to stare at you in contemplation.
âWhat else did you want to do?â His question was making you freeze up, not expecting the control to be handed over to you and you instinctively shrugged as the familiar nerves crept back up.
He quickly picked up on your body language and the fact you didnât want to be the one in charge of making the decisions, sensing the panic building inside you at his lack of control and he shifted on the bed before sighing once again and shaking his head to himself in disbelief. You watched him as he leaned back up against the headboard, his legs spread out in front of him and your eyes widened slightly when he was patting his lap expectantly.
âYou always sit on my lap, donât overthink it.â He was instructing you when you he saw your facial expression and you nodded softly before you were scooting forward and situating yourself sideways on his lap, directly on top of his thighs and holding onto his shoulders so you didnât lose your balance.
He was right, you did often sit on his lap even when he groaned and told you to get off and you rarely thought twice about doing the action but you didnât ever sit in his lap with this weird energy in the room. And you definitely never sat in his lap and leaned down to kiss him again like you were now, moving without realizing but you were grateful that he was quickly kissing you back without any hesitation now and you could feel his hand laying over your own legs to hold your waist and keep you steady.
You were slightly above him in the new position so he had to crane his neck to meet with your lips and you could feel his jaw tensing under where your hand was moving to, holding his face gently and kissing him deeper.
His hand was tightening when you shifted in place uncomfortably and you pulled out of the kiss to glance at him, seeing his awkward expression for just a second before your eyes were falling down to where you were sat against him. You shifted again experimentally and he let out a low groan, squeezing your waist almost painfully on reflex and your lips curled back into a smile.
âCut it out.â He was squeezing out the words in a wince and you ignored him, shifting your hips over his again and feeling him lift his fingers to swat at your skin where your shirt had ridden up. âI said cut it out dickhead.â
âCanât you at least pretend we are doing this for real?â You were stopping in your movements to pout down at him, your hand leaving his face and instead brushing through his hair gently. He was watching you with an annoyed expression but you knew it wasnât sincere. âTry dirty talking to me or something.â
He snorted out a laugh of disbelief and shook his head, denying your request even when your pout deepened and you huffed in disappointment. You were a bit confused within yourself at your own request, not necessarily needing practice in that department but for some reason you wanted to hear his voice more while you were doing this.
âIâm not going to dirty talk.â He was denying even harder, seemingly genuinely flabbergasted that you were asking him to do that and you sighed softly.
âAt least say something nice, call me pretty or something.â Your hands were running through his hair as you spoke and he lost his amused expression after a few seconds, staring at you as he processed your words and instinctively leaning closer to your touch.
He was kissing you again then and you were throw off by how familiar it felt, how easy it was for you to immediately move against him like this was something youâd been doing for years. It felt different now that his hands were touching you, squeezing your lower back so you were leaning forward towards his chest and still using your hands in his hair to tilt his head back and give you more access.
âYou know youâre pretty.â He was breathing out the words into your mouth and you smiled into the kiss, deepening it again once more before you were pulling back a bit to respond to him.
âSo pretty it makes you crazy?â Your voice was teasing again and his eyes flashed with a glint of something you didnât recognize, watching you in a way that wouldâve made you squirm if it was anybody else.
But it wasnât anybody else, it was him and because it was him you were able to laugh softly before wrapping your arms around his neck and laying your head on his shoulder, grateful when he took the hint that you were done for now and leaned further into the headboard so you could both lay down with you still in his lap.
You tried not to think about the fact you could taste Jay on your lips still or the low noises that were pulled out of him just a few minutes ago, instead just laying there with him and hoping you wouldnât regret this.
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After youâd left his apartment you didnât see Jay for the next two days. It wasnât extremely rare that you were apart that long but it was right around the amount of time where youâd start to get antsy and miss being in his comforting presence, always finding a natural relaxer in him and his calm personality so you didnât think twice before you were heading over to his place after your final class for the day.
You were skipping a step at a time as you made your way up to his apartment floor, passing through the outside walkway and the other residents tables and childrenâs toys with familiarity and ease.
Your fingers were reaching down into your bag in search of your key, adorned on the keychain that contained a polaroid of the two of you from high school also attached. Your search slowed to a stop when you rounded the last corner and saw that his door was already open, eyebrows furrowing at the fact he was standing in the doorway and smiling as he talked to a girl standing against the outside railing.
She was grinning back at him, flicking her hair back over her shoulder and your eyes narrowed at the way she laughed loudly and leaned forward to push against his arm teasingly.
Jay was extremely nice with an overload of manners and gentle acts of kindness but he definitely wasnât the most social person you knew and you rarely saw him interacting with people outside of you and a few boys heâd met at work. You absolutely didnât recognize her and you were certain youâd never seen her before, even more so when he was catching sight of you out of the corner of his eye and you saw them widen slightly.
She was noticing that he was distracted and following his line of sight, mouth pursing in confusion when she saw you and your pointed glare.
It made you feel worse that she clearly had no idea who you were, extremely unnerved at the idea of somebody knowing Jay yet never hearing of you and you didnât care about the weird way your stomach turned when he cleared his throat to bring her attention back towards him.
She glanced over at you once more before looking back at him and your scowl deepened when she automatically was falling into that smile again, flirty and seductive as she titled her head slightly. You watched as he gave her a small wave goodbye after saying something you couldnât hear and you didnât bother turning your body when she walked past, leaving her to awkwardly squeeze past you.
Jay was watching the exchange and sighed softly when he saw your dark expression, turning around and heading back into his apartment but leaving the door open so you could follow.
âWho was that?â You were demanding as you stormed through, setting your bag down on the kitchen counter and turning towards where he was situating himself down on the couch.
âNew hire at work.â He was explaining in a bored tone and you watched as he looked over his shoulder at you, immediately understanding that you wanted more context and shrugging softly as he continued. âIâm supposed to show her the ropes and she asked to go out for coffee.â
âShe walked you home?â You were interjecting and slipping off your shoes, making your way over to the couch and sitting up on your knees next to him once you got over there.
He nodded his head in confirmation, watching you carefully and you frowned softly. Jay was used to your possessiveness when it came to him and sharing his time and energy, it had actually caused a few arguments between the two of you that always ended with you crying and apologizing for your behavior and him telling you it was okay and that he really didnât mind.
Sometimes you thought he was just saying it to be nice and make you feel better but other times you had a hunch that he actually didnât mind your clinginess. Youâd see a small smirk playing on his face when you stayed close to him at parties or sent sharp stares towards girls who were eyeing him with terrible intentions.
âShe was pretty.â You were telling him matter of factly but you were watching him carefully to see how heâd respond and he gave you a knowing look before shaking his head.
âI didnât realize.â He was responding and you smiled at his attempt at a safe answer, leaning closer into his side and tugging at his sleeve with impatience.
âWhat are you teaching me today, oh wise one.â He was scrunching up his nose at your choice of title towards him and you could feel him tensing against you at the reminder he was meant to be showing you more things today, only just having finished reeling from kissing earlier in the week.
He wasnât answering right away so you were sitting up to look at him better, still leaning into him but closer to his face now and in a better position to catch the way his eyes darted down to your lips for a few seconds too long. He was meeting your eyes again and he saw the excitement in them before you were leaning in to kiss him.
You werenât wasting anytime today considering youâd already pushed past the awkwardness of actually kissing for the first time, throwing your leg over his on the couch so you were straddling his lap and you cut off the small inhale he took at the feeling by licking into his mouth.
His hands were sliding back around to your back, just to rest there as you lowered yourself down on him and leaned fully into the kiss. You werenât going to admit to him how much you liked kissing him, keeping it a secret within yourself that you almost wished you could just do this for the rest of the night. Just almost though because his hands were squeezing against your waist and you felt a surge of want run through you.
âCan I put you in my mouth?â You were pulling off to whisper into his mouth and his entire body tensed up at your words.
âJesus christ Y/N.â He was scolding you for your sudden exclamation but you could feel the way his hips twitched in interest underneath your weight. âWarn a guy before you say something like that.â
âItâs important though, isnât it?â You were muttering to him and ignoring his complaints, circling your hips over him and smiling softly when he let out a low groan at the feeling. He looked slightly pained and conflicted and you almost laughed at him but held it in so he wouldnât tell you no. âDonât tell me youâve never thought about it before, Iâm a girl after all.â
âI didnât realize you were a girl until like junior year.â He was teasing back but your frown immediately deepened and you shoved his shoulder in irritation. He laughed softly at your reaction but didnât say anything else when you rocked your hips again.
âYouâve really never thought about it?â You were asking him again but your tone was different now, breathier and nearly a purr as you hovered your mouth over his. He kissed you softly for just a second before you were pulling slightly out of his reach. âNever once thought about sticking your cock down my throat Jay?â
He cursed under his breath again but this time you could tell he was taking you seriously, his hands tightening continuously around your hips and helping you rock against him. You were letting out a small hiccuped gasp and falling forward slightly onto his chest at the feeling of him pushing up into you, feeling him hard underneath you.
Youâd never thought about Jay being hard before and a year ago the idea probably would have made you throw up in your mouth. You were trying to convince yourself that this reaction was purely biological, throbbing now at the feeling of him pressing against you continuously, but you couldnât stop staring at his hooded eyes and the way his jaw tensed every time you lowered yourself harder onto him.
âGet on your knees then.â He was mumbling out against your lips and you felt a shiver wrack through you at the stern tone he had taken, hearing it hundreds of times before and you mostly never listened to him but your body instinctively was sliding off his lap and hitting the carpet.
You were sat next to his feet with wide and confused eyes, watching him to see what you were supposed to do next and he seemed to snap out of it and remember he was supposed to be showing you how to do it, shaking his head slightly to ground himself before lifting his hips off the couch and undoing his belt with one hand.
You watched him with fascination as you leaned forward to get closer to him, your hands landing on his thighs and feeling the muscle clench under your hands.
He paused for a second and was staring at you long enough for you to start shifting uncomfortably, not being able to read the expression on his face and taking it as a negative considering how weird the situation was.
âYou can close your eyes and pretend itâs someone else if you need to.â You were offering the out to him and his eyebrows furrowed at your suggestion, although not saying anything as he slid his pants down his thighs.
Your eyes were dropping to his crotch and they widened slightly, completely forgetting about the weird moment youâd just had and leaning forward again so you could touch him. He swore under his breath when you rubbed your hand over the print in his boxers, muttering something about you warning him again.
âStop being so tense.â You were telling him as you continued to touch him over the fabric, watching with interest as his stomach clenched and he tongued at his cheek.
âSorry itâs just⊠youâre touching my dick dude.â He was wincing out and scrunching his nose at the sentence, causing a small laugh to slip out of you before you were getting serious again and squeezing his length softly.
âThis is supposed to be sexy.â Your tone was slightly disappointed and he picked his head up from where itâd fallen back against the couch, looking at you and your dejected expression before his gaze was falling to your hand on top of him.
âYeah, donât worry about that.â He was responding in a low tone and you were confused for a second before flushing at the realization he was implying this was attractive to him without any effort.
He wasnât saying anything again after that and you noticed he was a bit too distracted to actually give you a play by play, something you didnât mind considering how it might take you out of the moment and make you too nervous to be given specific instructions to follow. You decided to just try your best and hope he would correct you if you hurt him or did anything wrong.
You were leaning forward to put your mouth on him, instinctively sucking softly over his underwear and he let out a loud groan again, his hips kicking forward automatically and you smiled against him at the apology he forced out.
It was making you feel weird that you were so enamored by the faces Jay made when he was feeling good, the way his jaw clenched and the breaths he hissed through his teeth. You were shifting in your kneeling position uncomfortably with the wetness dripping down your thighs.
âTake it out.â You were telling him softly, trying to distract yourself from this realization and he picked his head up again to look at you for a second before nodding swiftly and lifting his hips up off the couch again.
You expected him to be more hesitant like he had been, looking like he was on the verge of calling this whole ordeal off at every move you made, so you were slightly thrown off when his cock was suddenly bare and standing straight right in front of your face. Your eyes widened slightly at the appearance and you could feel him staring down at your face to gauge your reaction.
âThis is pretty impressive Jay.â You were remaking before glancing up at him and seeing an amused look pass over his face before he was rolling his eyes at you.
âYeah.. so maybe we should work on dirty talk.â He was retorting, making fun of your plain style of a compliment.
You were being honest though, genuinely thrown off by his size and length. This was something youâve definitely thought about just not in such a hands on way, more so out of curiosity to what your quiet friend was packing and wondering the reasoning behind the small smirk he got around his male friends whenever they started arguing over who was bigger.
You didnât need to wonder anymore, clearly having your answer now and whilst youâd never paid much thought to your best friends dick size, it was undeniable that it was big enough to make your mouth instinctively water.
His hand was gently pushing your hair out of your face as you leaned forward towards his lower half again and your eyes snapped up once more just for a second, faltering slightly at the affectionate look in his eyes as he tucked some loose strands behind your ears and then you were fully moving forward and taking his head into your mouth.
âOh fuck.â The words were slipping out of his mouth and you could tell he was using a lot of his focus to stop himself from bucking forward into your mouth. âD-donât worry about fitting it all heâll like it if you just, fuck, do what you can then use your hands.â
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a second at who he was referring to and he noticed, his eyebrow cocking at your expression before you were remembering the whole reason he was letting you do this and your face flushed. You quickly tried to distract him from your mistake, licking up his length softly and feeling relief when his head was falling back in a sharp gasp.
He didnât say anything else for awhile other than occasionally muttering that you were doing a good job or softly telling you to watch your teeth, his hand in your hair but not tugging, just resting there and keeping it out of your face.
You could tell he was close after not too long of your soft touches and amateurish licks, his hips kicking up off the couch instinctively and his free hand curling into the fabric below it. You were watching him from behind your eyelashes and you felt the urge to draw his attention back to you, give him a reason to look at you while you did this and not lean his head back against the couch.
âGo to a party with me tonight.â You were taking your mouth off of him and freezing in your movements, keeping your hand still where it was wrapped around the base of his length but squeezing it softly.
He was lifting his head up swiftly and glancing down at you with a panicked look, his eyes shooting to your hand around him and then immediately up to your face. His ears turned red when he caught sight of your swollen lips and teary eyes but he didnât say anything about it and instead just shook his head at you.
âWhat are you talking about?â He was groaning out, followed by an even louder noise when you were squeezing him again. âCut that out.â
âTell me youâll come with me.â You were leaning forward to suck his head into your mouth slightly, tasting the beginning of his end on your tongue and almost recoiling from the shock of the taste.
You held strong to prove your point, taking him deeper into your mouth and a heat passed through you at the fact he was watching you now, eyes transfixed down on your face and darkening as he watched you try to fit as much of him in your throat as possible. You shifted on your knees again uncomfortably due to the throbbing behind your underwear, resisting the urge to sit yourself down on his foot and take some of the pressure off your core.
He didnât say anything regarding your request until he was getting close again, sighing when you removed your mouth once more and he realized you werenât going to let him cum until he agreed to come with you.
âFuck, fine Iâll go.â He was rushing out and you smiled softly at him, eyes lighting up with excitement and he thought about how familiar the expression was in such a jarring foreign setting.
Any contemplation about your strange situation was gone the second you were taking him back into your mouth, feeling how tight and wet your throat was before you were finally letting him finish. You winced at the feeling of him cumming inside your mouth but the noises he made distracted you from it, watching him become overwhelmed with pleasure that you caused.
You were smiling again even though he wasnât looking anymore, suddenly feeling a lot better about this.
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âI canât believe you actually got him to come out.â You were turning around at the sound of somebodyâs voice behind you, two drinks in hand and a raised eyebrow until you saw it was one of the boys from the football team who knew Jay.
âIt was just some mild convincing.â You smiled at him, lips curling up and your mind flashed with the memory of how Jay looked sitting above you on the couch.
He hadnât complained much about having to come, throwing in small statements of annoyance here and there but for the most part heâd been a good sport. Youâd expected it to be more awkward around him, your own face flushing with heat when he had arrived at your dorm to pick you up but he was almost overly casual about the entire ordeal and you felt a bit childish for not being able to hold eye contact with him.
âYeah, I guess heâs got that soft spot for you.â He was responding and shifting in his spot where he was looking out at the crowd. âIâm sure he wonât regret it after tonight.â The boy was chirping back and your own grin fell in confusion at the smirk on his face, following where his eyes were looking and fully frowning when you saw somebody standing next to your friend now.
She looked familiar, maybe a classmate or somebody who worked around campus, but you couldnât quite place where you had seen her. Maybe this was due to the fact you werenât at all focused on her face, your eyes locked on her hand that was wrapped around Jayâs wrist as she laughed softly at something he was saying.
He looked just as awkward as he always did but you felt like he was watching her reaction to see if sheâd laugh at his comment, whatever it may be, and your eyebrow cocked softly at the fact he wasnât moving away from her touch at all. You felt stupid when the jock next to you was awkwardly clearing his throat at your sudden silence, glancing over at him and then turning red because your own jealous thoughts regarding your best friend.
You were fully aware you had an issue when it came to being possessive over him but it had never necessarily extended to him interacting with other girls in a flirty way, especially when he genuinely seemed interested. You didnât typically try to set him up or guide him towards a relationship but you never interfered with a potential one, you certainly never felt such a weird pit in your stomach because of it.
You were making your way back to him without saying another word to the boy beside you, two cups still tightly held in your hand and you saw the girl glance over at you as you approached.
She dropped her hand off of Jayâs arm and you smiled a wide fake grin at her, casually passing him his drink and tilting your head with faux curiosity. You could feel him looking at the side of your face as you did so, feeling your arm brush against his considering how close you had planted yourself to him and you were parting your mouth to speak before you thought about it.
âAre you Jayâs friend?â You were asking her in a friendly voice but you knew she could see the glint in your eye, the way you leaned your body towards Jay as you said his name and tightened your grip around your cup.
âI.. I mean yeah, well not really. Iâm just-â She was trying to explain with a small nervous chuckle, her eyes shooting back and forth between you and him like she expected him to interject and tell you her reason for being there.
âNot really then.â Your second smile was a lot more forced and showcasing a sympathy for her that was mean and unnecessary, slipping off when she was glaring at you slightly before turning to leave and walk around from the two of you.
You moved away from him again with a sigh once she was gone, turning your body to rest your back against the wall and take a sip from your drink. Jay was tense next to you but you didnât notice until he was looking at you with a flat expression, clearly slightly annoyed by what you had done and you raised an eyebrow at him in question.
âWhy did you do that?â He was asking and he was keeping his tone steady like he was genuinely curious but you could tell he was frustrated. You had a feeling that youâd get into an argument if you gave him a wrong answer, shifting uncomfortably and frowning softly.
âYou looked uncomfortable.â You were shrugging as the lie slipped through your lips and you glanced at him when he scoffed and pressed himself against the wall next to you, shoulder bumping yours and staying there.
âDid I?â He was retorting and you could tell he knew you were lying, he always did and you felt suddenly embarrassed about how youâd reacted.
You didnât respond to him but you turned your head to look at him between, something unidentifiable and heavily weighted in your eyes and he watched you carefully before his eyes were flicking down to your lips and then back up. Your interest was piqued at this and you were instinctively leaning closer to him, developing a habit after the last few times but stopping when he was suddenly clearing his throat.
âPark is probably around here somewhere.â He was telling you and his face pulled into a small grimace as he said it, looking away from you and missing the way you froze up slightly at the mention of the boy. âArenât you wanting to go find him?â
âI donât know.â You were shrugging again and he was smiling a bit now which made you flush, knowing he was finding the shift in your mood funny. âI think I need a little more practice right?â
âYeah?â He was still standing close to you, body slightly leaned forward so he was hovering his face near yours and this time when his eyes dropped to your lips he didnât retract, just watching you carefully as that familiar but unreadable look crept back up in his eyes.
You didnât respond to him out loud, not fully trusting yourself to speak but you were nodding your head softly and staring up at him with big eyes, having half a mind to stop yourself from reaching your hand up to hold his arm but a surge of want was running through you considering the way he was looking at you.
It wasnât like people didnât already talk about the two of you, having to explain to almost everybody youâd ever met that you werenât dating or anything remotely close to it and people still didnât necessarily believe you when you said it so it wouldnât be the end of the world to touch him here, even this close to each others faces. But youâd been trying to convince them all for years and youâd feel a bit stupid to be caught doing unfriendly things with him now, especially with how new it was to you.
You also needed to remind yourself that you werenât doing this for fun and there was an end goal here with Sunghoon, a goal that might as well be forfeited the second you started making out with your close male friend at a party he was also attending.
Jay wasnât making it easy to remember this small fact, clouding your head and sense of judgment the longer he stared down at you and the closer you subconsciously swayed towards his steady frame. Part of you felt like your brain had made a connection, something clicking after heâd touched you for the first time and crossed that line friends typically didnât.
âStop looking at me like you want to kiss me.â He was mumbling but he had a small smile on his face, lip curled up as he watched you with amusement and you were sure you frowned at his teasing.
âWhy canât we?â You shifted onto your tiptoes for a second before dropping back down, your nose just barely grazing his but enough for him to follow your face back down and press a quick kiss against you like he couldnât help himself.
He was immediately pulling away however and you watched him as he squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head softly in denial and glancing over his shoulder for a second like he was making sure nobody was watching the two of you. Your hand was coming up to rest near his ribs, bringing his attention back down to you and you could feel his heart beating under your palm.
âNo oneâs looking.â You were reasoning, half hurt he cared too much and half thrown off by the fact that you didnât at all. He didnât object when you were rocking forward to kiss against his jaw softly, sucking in a small breath when you were swiping your tongue along his warm skin.
âLet me take you home.â His voice was low on your ear and you could feel his hands sliding over your sides to hold your lower back, drifting dangerously low but he was rotating his body so he was hiding you behind him against the wall.
âCanât be so romantic if we are practicing for the real thing.â You were smiling at him humorlessly but he didnât seem to find it funny, tensing at the mention of your real sexual encounters being meaningless and futile. âYou have to treat me like some random hookup.â
He was watching you for a second to try and see if you were serious before his eyes were drifting away again like he was thinking about something. Eventually, you stared at him as he found his way back to you and moved one of his hands so he could brush your hair back behind your ear and out of your face. âYeah, you know I canât do that.â
You didnât respond to him immediately, faltering slightly at the sincerity in his voice but you didnât have a chance to think about what he was implying before he was fully kissing you finally. You almost pushed him away to ask for clarification but you quickly forgot about the strange statement when he was slipping his tongue into your mouth, melting against the wall and pushing against him completely.
Kissing him standing up felt different for some reason, you could feel every part of his body flat against yours and the height difference was a lot more evident, making your head spin slightly.
He wasnât taking it easy on you anymore like he had the last few times, deepening the kiss immediately until your head was completely tilted back and accepting anything he would give you. The feeling of his tongue against yours, mixed with the fact you were in public and able to be seen by anybody sober enough to take a closer look and see who he had against the wall, was sending a heat through your body and you arched closer to him.
His hands were lower than your back now, squeezing and groping you in a way that took your breath away and made your knees so weak you wouldâve crumbled to the floor if it wasnât for him holding you up.
âJay.â You were panting out into his mouth and his grip tightened at the sound of your breathy voice saying his name, pulling back just enough to allow you to speak. âNeed you to touch me, please.â
âNot here baby, we canât.â He was quickly responding and shaking his head, his hair loosening up slightly and falling over his forehead at the movement. You hoped he didnât notice the way you practically gasped at the pet name slipping from his mouth so casually, shifting against the wall at his hesitant rejection.
He was looking down at you with want in his eyes so you werenât too put off by him trying to say you couldnât, rubbing your hand against his chest and pushing closer again until his lips were touching yours. You didnât kiss him, just letting him feel you there and you let out a sigh of relief when he was losing his resolve and surging forward to fully press his lips against yours again.
It was addicting to kiss him like this and your hands were twisting in his hair softly, keeping him moving tight against you and giving him no room to change his mind again. You could feel his hands on your body tugging you forward against his hips, your leg going up slightly closer to his waist so he could fully slot in between your legs and nearly suffocate you against the wall.
He wasnât moving you away even when your hand was slipping back down past his ribs, cupping him through his pants and smiling softly into the kiss when he hissed softly and faltered in his own touching.
âFuck.â He was mumbling the word into your mouth and you knew you had gotten him, kissing him again even though he wasnât moving anymore and just recovering from the feeling of your hand on him. âIâm going to go get a cab, letâs go back home.â
This time you didnât object, liking the way he phrased going back to his apartment to include you and he kissed you one more time before he was stepping away and heading outside to call down a ride. You waited for him against the wall, knowing heâd come back inside to get you once he managed to get one like he always did.
Your hand was coming up to touch your lips, catching your breath and smiling softly as you thought about him and how strange things have been since you asked him to help you out.
It wasnât an uncomfortable strange at all outside of the way your heart kept fluttering every time he tucked your hair behind your ears and gave you a particularly affectionate look. Jay was always kind and gentle with you so it didnât phase you that it extended to this type of activity, figuring that there was no other reason for him to be acting like that and trying to ignore the way that thought made your chest tighten.
âYou okay?â Your head was picking up swiftly at the sound of a new voice next to you, panicked at the sudden arrival and then completely freezing when you realized who it was. âYou look like youâre going to be sick.â Park Sunghoon was watching you curiously, not much concern on his face, despite acknowledging your strange expression, as he took a sip from his cup casually.
âNo I-Iâm fine.â You were rushing out quickly and moving your fingers away from your mouth, flattening your hair and looking away from him with slightly widened eyes.
âWas that your boyfriend?â He was asking suddenly but his tone was bored, looking from you then back to the crowd like he was only over here to pass time. You froze up at the realization he was referring to Jay, obviously having seen you pressed against the wall only a few minutes ago.
You werenât sure what to say for a few seconds, knowing that if this was last week your heart would be pounding with excitement due to the fact Park Sunghoon was speaking to you willingly. Adding onto the fact that he had seen you with somebody, now having no reason to believe you were inexperienced if you were boldly making out in the middle of a crowded party.
âNo he..â You were trailing off when you noticed Jay coming back inside now, eyes locked on where he had left you and a small smile creeping up on his face when he saw you, until his eyes traveled over to the boy standing next to you. âHe isnât my boyfriend.â
Sunghoon wasnât saying anything else but you heard him hum softly in acknowledgment before falling silent again, the both of you just standing there as you watched Jay slowly pass back through the crowd and approach the corner you were standing in. He kept his distance for a second, like he was making sure he wasnât interrupting anything serious before he was standing by your side and clearing his throat.
âReady to go?â He was asking in a low tone but you could tell his mood had drastically flipped from when he had left, more hesitant and guarded now like he wasnât sure youâd actually come with him.
To make matters worse, your eyes instinctively went over to Sunghoon to see his reaction and you didnât miss your best friend unmistakably tensing from the corner of your drifting gaze.
âHey man, Iâm Sunghoon.â He was still smiling softly, either completely oblivious to the weird tension settling over the two of you or simply not caring at all, and you watched as his hand crossed over where you were standing to extend towards your friend. He wasnât touching you but he was inadvertently covering your body with his and your eyes widened slightly at the sudden close proximity.
âI know.â Jay was simply responding and not saying anything else, not even glancing down towards the hand waiting for him to take and you heard the other boy laugh softly before he was retracting it.
âYou go to school here?â He was asking and you couldnât tell if he was genuinely trying to make conversation or if he was just attempting to figure out what your friends deal was. Either way you tensed up slightly at the mention of Jay attending your school, a sore spot for both of you considering he hadnât been accepted and yet he still decided to move here with you so you didnât have to separate.
âHe works on campus.â You quickly interjected when you noticed the way Jayâs jaw clenched at the question, not answering him directly but giving him enough information to let him know why he might look familiar or know who Sunghoon was. âWe have to get going now.â
Sunghoon was nodding softly but he was carrying a look of amusement that you couldnât miss and you were positive Jay hadnât either, most likely catching on to the building instigation the second he had stepped foot back inside.
âIâll see you around then.â He was slipping out casually as the two of you started to turn to leave, grinning at you when you looked back over your shoulder and hesitantly nodded, hand raising in a small wave before you were feeling Jayâs hand on your back leading you out of the house.
He didnât say anything as you made your way outside and he remained silent the entire ride back to his apartment, staring out the window and keeping his hands in his lap as he avoided looking at you. You were a bit confused on what exactly he was feeling but you knew for sure that something had shifted once he saw Sunghoon and you werenât going back home for the same reason anymore.
You sighed softly when he quickly got out of the taxi, standing there with the door open until you had scooted across the leather seats and got out into the night air. He closed it softly after thanking the driver and followed behind you as you made your way up the stairs to his door, the air heavy and so tense you felt like you were suffocating on it.
âAre you not going to talk to me then because I can just head home.â You were remarking once youâd crossed into the apartment, watching him in silence as he took off his jacket and shoes and went to the kitchen to get a drink.
âIs that what you want to do?â He was retorting in a calm tone but you could tell from where you were standing that he was agitated, eyes glinting with irritation as he leaned forward slightly onto the counter but you couldnât tell if he was upset with you or something else.
âI want to do what you want to do.â You stated plainly and he didnât respond as you kicked off your shoes, walking past where he was in the kitchen to head towards his sleeping area.
He was watching you as you moved around, the apartment small with an open floor plan but it was homely and you were there often enough to have your own dedicated clothes drawer underneath his. You tried to ignore his gaze on you as you opened the top one instead, pulling out one of his hoodies and glancing at him for a second before you were reaching behind your back to try and unzip your dress.
You heard him sigh softly before he was setting his cup down on the counter, making his way over to you slowly and offering a hand down to you on the bed when you just stared at him in confusion. You let him take your hand in his and he pulled you up softly, turning you around and pushing your hair off your back before he was helping you by pulling the zipper slowly down your back.
Your breath was catching in your throat at the feeling of the fabric loosening around you, his knuckles brushing over your bare skin and his hands stopping just above the curve of your ass.
âWe canât do what I want to do.â You were attempting to turn around to face him at the sound of his soft voice next to your ear but he stopped you by holding tightly onto the middle of your arms.
âWhy not?â A small whine had slipped into your voice as you asked the question, so accustomed to him letting you get your way and slightly frustrated that he was being so distant.
You knew it was crossing a line, something that had silently been there for probably longer than you even realized, and you knew you should probably be more hesitant about crossing it but you couldnât find it in yourself to care. Youâd always been more impulsive than Jay but you knew he had to somewhat feel it too, that strong pull towards each other that was now just multiplying every time he touched you.
It was especially overwhelming now, almost unbearable as he gently lowered the sleeves of your dress off your arms until the top was dangling around your middle. You were completely bare from the waist up now but you didnât think he could even see you, keeping you in a vulnerable position as you stared forward at the wall.
His hands were brushing against your ribs and for a second you thought he wouldnât even touch you until you felt him cupping over your chest and groping curiously. Your breath caught in your throat at the feeling of his cold fingers against your warm skin, the rings on his finger brushing against your hardened nipple and you took a stuttered gasp when he squeezed harder.
Jayâs other hand was pressing into your stomach and making sure you were tucked closely against him, feeling him getting harder against you the longer he touched you.
âIf it was up to me Iâd bend you over right now, just like this.â His voice was low in your ear again and another gasp ran through you when he was slightly tilting you forward, keeping you standing with his arm wrapped around your middle. âIâd tear the rest of your dress off and Iâd make sure you never thought about going to Park Sunghoon or any of those other frat assholes again.â
âThen just do it.â You were panting out to him and trying to press yourself closer, feeling your dress slowly slipping down more from the bundled up fabric dangling around your middle. âWhatâs stopping you?â
He didnât respond for a while and eventually he stopped touching you, sighing softly and he breath fanned the back of your neck. His hands were soft again now and resting on your hips carefully like he was considering what to do next.
You knew him well enough to know he wasnât going to fuck you, certainly not like this and you were half positive he wasnât going to touch you at all. Still, he was better at telling you vulnerable things when you werenât staring at him so you didnât move from your position and let him stand there in contemplation.
You were still slightly disappointed and hurt when he was pulling the rest of your dress down your legs, helping you step out from the middle of it, and then reaching down to grab his hoodie you had picked from the drawer and softly pulling it over your head. He finally turned you around once you were covered up, the hoodie coming down just above the middle of your thighs and he moved your hair out from inside the collar.
âKiss me at least.â You were suddenly saying and grabbing his hands to stop him from moving away from you. His eyes glistened with something but he was letting you place his hands back around you, your own arms snaking up and around his neck in a strangely domestic position.
He didnât say anything but he fulfilled your request, kissing you softly and pulling you tighter against him.
It was impossible to pretend now that you werenât changing your mind about the entire thing, no use trying to push how good this felt to the back of your mind. You immediately felt a wave of relief wash over you and you practically melted in his hold, familiar and comfortable in a way that nobody could ever replicate and you knew he had to be feeling something similar if he was this conflicted about having sex with you.
Jay was your rock in the sense he was calculated and careful in almost everything he did and you figured he wouldâve had sex with you easily if he had decided there was no risk to your friendship in the aftermath. The risk was there and it was prominent especially now as you leaned into him again, fully accepting it despite his hesitance.
You were squealing softly when he was suddenly lifting you up against him, taking a few steps forward before dropping the both of you on his bed and you giggled into the kiss when he turned your bodies so youâd land on him and he could take the weight of the fall.
The two of you kissed like that for a while longer, almost on autopilot as you moved his mouth against yours and you licked into his mouth with now practiced accuracy. He was warm and familiar underneath you, the hard expanse of his body and muscles flexing and easily supporting you and your constant shifting and movements. You were slightly impressed at how well he contained himself, feeling yourself get worked up in only a few minutes and clinging to him desperately.
Eventually the kissing stopped but you stayed just like that, your entire weight on top of him and your head laying on his chest like you had a hundred times.
âCan you tell me why not now?â Your voice was quiet and hesitant as you asked him the question that was still on your mind, letting a little time pass before you were bringing it up again and feeling relieved when he didnât immediately tense up.
âWhy do you get upset when I talk to other girls?â He was responding instead, not answering you directly yet and you frowned softly even though he couldnât see it.
âI donât know I canât explain it.â You mumbled into his chest and you shrugged the best you could in your position. You were swatting at his side when you heard him let out a small scoff of disbelief, his chest vibrating your face when he started to laugh lightly at your upset reaction. âDonât laugh at me, Iâm serious.â
You were being honest despite the vague answer, never really knowing how to explain the sick feeling that washed over you anytime Jayâs attention drifted to somebody else for too long. Your mom used to tell you that you were just used to always being the star of his show and couldnât handle it when you were out into the background but you figured that you should know better by now, know that you would never be pushed aside for somebody else.
Maybe that was the issue, the two of you always prioritizing each other over actual relationship or even family at times. Youâd had dates that would get awkward at the mention of your best friend and youâve gotten your fair share of nasty glares from the few girls Jay had actually brought around you.
He let your weak answer slide and in return you didnât push for an answer about why he wouldnât just let himself go with you, not saying anything else and listening to his breathing level out as he fell asleep underneath you.
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âA double date? What the hell does that even mean?â You were rushing to catch up with Yuna, eyebrows furrowed due to the news she had just dropped on you casually before continuing to make her way to the class she was late for. You were practically breaking out into a jog to match her long strides. âWhy would Sunghoon tell you that and not me?â
âDid you give him your number?â She was quickly retorting and barely sparing you a glance before she was nodding. âExactly.â
âSo he wants to go on a date with me but with you and Jay too?â You were attempting to confirm what she had said but she was sighing softly like repeated it would be a hinderance, stopping in her fast walking to allow you to catch up as you panted softly. âDo you even like Jay?â
âAre you kidding me Y/N? No I donât like your pseudo husband.â She was shaking her head and scrunching up her nose like the thought grossed her out, your face flushing slightly at the title she had given him as you pushed your messy hair out of your face.
âI donât think heâd agree to that.â You were telling her and glancing to the side awkwardly, not really understanding the whole situation or the fact that Sunghoon had somehow managed to apparently be interested in you despite the extremely awkward interaction youâd had a few days ago.
âHe already has.â She was retorting quickly before turning on her heel and beginning her speed walking again, leaving you standing there dumbfounded as you tried to process what she had said.
You called out to her to ask for clarification but she didnât turn around and just waved a dismissive hand at you, eventually disappearing around a buildings corner and you could do nothing but sigh softly.
There was absolutely no way Jay had willingly agreed to hang out with Park Sunghoon, adding on the fact heâd be crashing your date and also having to go out with Yuna, who heâd expressed dislike towards multiple times despite your weak defense for her behavior towards you. Your head was swarming in confusion and you almost pulled your phone out to call him and demand answers when you remembered he was at work.
You frowned softly and started to walk again, heading to the other side of campus where his work building was and trying to understand what scenario would lead to him agreeing to come along and also why he hadnât told you in advance.
The small entrance bell was ringing out loudly as you passed through the door and you tilted your head to try and see around the counter to check if he was there, smiling softly when he was popping his head up with a surprised look.
âHey.â He was breathing out when he realized it was you, standing up swiftly and circling around the counter until he was standing in front of you. You tried to ignore how out of character it was that he was greeting you so softly, a hand coming up to cup your elbow gently and look down at you. âYou alright? Did you lose your key again?â
You were shaking your head and staring up at him with a slight flush to your face. âNo just wanted to come here instead of going home. I hope itâs okay, sorry I didnât call.â
âDonât say sorry.â He was quickly interjecting and you didnât say anything after that, just nodding and glancing at the floor hesitantly. He seemed to take notice of your strange demeanor and you picked your head back up when you heard him sigh softly. âYou ran into Yuna didnât youâŠâ
âWhy didnât you tell me?â You were saying instead of directly answering and he looked away from you at the sound of hurt in your voice, still keeping his hand on you despite it tensing.
He didnât look at you again for a bit but you were almost glad he didnât, already finding it hard enough to be upset with him when he was just trying to help you. You werenât sure how to communicate that you didnât necessarily want help with Sunghoon anymore, knowing heâd stop with the new closeness and routine that youâve gotten used to other the last two weeks.
âThis was the point right?â He was muttering but he seemed hesitant in saying it and a small scoff fell from your lips.
âRight.â You agreed but your tone was bitter and your face had pulled into a grimace, taking a few steps back so his touch fell off of your arms and you were closer to the door again. âGuess Iâll see you tonight then.â
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Despite absolutely dreading the double date and having no expectations or positive feelings about how it would go, it still somehow managed to be off to a worst start than you couldâve imagined.
Sunghoon had been nearly an hour late to picking you up and hadnât made any move to get out of his car to greet you, leaving you to wrap your cardigan closer around your shivering frame and round past his hood to his passenger side door. You still planted a smile on your face, trying your best to not make him uncomfortable or show your unenthusiastic mood, but you realized it was pointless considering he was on the phone the entire ride to the restaurant.
Heâd greeted you with a half wave before he was cackling about something the person on the other side was saying, not caring as you crossed your arms and zoned out for the entirety of the drive.
You sat in the leather chair after youâd arrived to the restaurant you were meeting the other two at, waiting impatiently and glaring at him from the corner of your eye as he continued his loud conversation for another twenty minutes, parked outside and unmoving. Eventually he was glancing at you and letting out a sigh, announcing to the caller that he would have to call them back.
âAlright, letâs go Iâm starving.â He was quickly saying before he was opening his door and leaving the vehicle, leaving you dumbfounded for a few seconds at his lack of manners before you were hopping out and jogging to catch up with him.
You were absolutely fuming by the time youâd gotten inside, not understanding why Sunghoon had bothered arranging this whole entire thing when he clearly wasnât interested in you. You were used to be outspoken and blunt but you just felt embarrassed about the whole thing and couldnât bring yourself to confront him while the others were waiting inside.
It got worse once you saw them sitting together although Jay was clearly in the same boat as you, arms crossed and staring blankly at the table in front of him as Yuna chatted animatedly and leaned closer to him to try and show him something on her phone screen.
Sunghoon cleared his throat when the two of you got closer and both of their gazes shot up in your direction, her face curling into a bright flirty smile at the sight of your date. Jayâs eyes widened slightly at the sight of you but then they immediately flickered down to Sunghoonâs hand that was rudely placed on your lower back after heâd complained you were walking too slow.
It couldâve been going worse technically, you and Jay hadnât spoken a word the entire night but your dates clearly didnât care, talking to each other nonstop about school and parties theyâd attended. The two clearly had a lot in common considering their popularity status and their apparent habit of having terrible manners.
You were sat directly next to Jay and you tried to ignore him for the most part, especially since he was wearing your favorite shirt of his and you could smell his heavy addicting cologne from a seat over.
It wasnât going too well considering he had been continuously glaring in your direction since you sat down, unrelenting even when the waitress came by and he recited both of your orders with ease. You were fed up with his bad mood, especially since he was the one who had agreed to this entire ordeal, and he was jumping in his seat at the feeling of you sending a sharp kick towards his shin.
Yuna spared him a quick glance at his sudden movement but didnât stop her rambles and you watched as Jay sighed and pulled his phone out of his pocket. Yours was buzzing only a few seconds later and you glared at him before picking it up and unlocking it.
Jay : What the hell was that for?
Y/N : stop staring at me like that
You watched his face as he read it and you felt slightly flushed when his eyes were meeting yours for a second before going back down to his phone screen and hurriedly typing.
Jay : Stay still
He was putting the device back into his pocket before you had a chance to respond to him and ask what he was talking about, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion as you stared at him and waited for any type of explanation.
You quickly got it when you were feeling something touching your leg underneath the table, jumping slightly at the sudden contact before your wide eyes were meeting his and seeing the slight warning in them. You were reminded of him message to stay still and you planted yourself firmly despite the urge to squirm at the feeling of his hand gently rubbing your bare knee.
âSo Y/N, are you working anywhere right now then?â Sunghoon was suddenly asking you and you liked him a lot less than you already did considering he decided to finally speak to you at the worst possible time.
You cleared your throat softly before shifting in your seat to sit up more, accidentally causing Jayâs hand to move further on your leg until it was gently moving your dress up and resting on your thigh. You expected him to move it back down but he kept it firmly there, squeezing your skin softly as he waited for you to answer.
âUm.. n-no not right now Iâm just⊠going to school.â You were trailing off softly after awkwardly squeezing the sentence out and the table was silent as they looked at your flushed face.
âShe doesnât need to anyways.â Yuna was quickly adding and her mouth was curled into a half sneer, playing with her half finished food as she met your eyes for a split second before continuing. âJay pays for basically everything for her.â
An awkwardness settled over the table at her extremely bitter tone and you saw Sunghoonâs eyebrows raise in interest, that same amused expression he had at the party returning. Jayâs hand was tightening on your thigh harshly and you made a small noise of surprise before quickly pretending to choke and take a drink of your water.
He didnât seem to notice he had done it and he immediately was releasing the tight hold and rubbing the skin gently as a silent apology, shifting in his seat when you were swinging your foot to kick at his leg again.
âSo you two met on campus then?â Sunghoon was continuing to ask questions despite the fact you were obviously uncomfortable and Jay was glaring daggers in his direction.
âUm no.. weâve been friends since we were little actually.â You were explaining in a soft voice and another flash of interest with through the boys eyes, glancing between the two of you with a weird excitement printed on his face.
âAnd you never got together?â He was blurting out, clearly not caring about how blunt and overly personal the question was considering youâd barely spoken outside of small talk in passing. Your mouth was parting in surprise and you glanced over at your friend who was as looking more and more angry as the seconds passed.
âThatâs none of your business.â Jay was spitting out and his tone was low and harsh, much different than the one he normally had with you.
Sunghoon didnât seem deterred at all although even Yuna had finally fallen silent, watching the interaction with a careful expression. âShe is my date isnât she?â
You heard your best friend scoff harshly but he didnât immediately say anything, glancing over at you like he expected you to interject and when you looked over at him with wide eyes and a continuously parting mouth, his features hardened when he realized you werenât going to say anything. You didnât do anything but sit there and search for words as he pushed his chair back and stood up, leaving your skin that was warmed under his hand with a sudden chill.
Sunghoon was laughing softly as Jay left the restaurant and you turned to glare at him in disbelief, not understanding his motive but quickly realizing that he was super amused by the two of you and your confusing dynamic.
It wasnât hard to understand that he didnât have feelings for you and only invited you on this date for some entertainment, most likely catching interest at the party when you had awkwardly left with Jay. Your mouth was turning down into a frown and you followed his actions of standing up from your chair, flattening down your dress before turning and following after him.
He was halfway through the parking lot by the time you managed to catch up with him, running the best you could in your uncomfortable heels but thankfully he was slowing down when he heard them clicking on the cement. His back was tensed since he knew it was you but you were still grateful he had stopped for you.
âWhere are you going?â Your voice was soft and weak, not necessarily voicing the question you wanted to ask but you just felt the need to say something to fill the silence.
âI canât do this anymore Y/N.â He was turning around as he spoke and he sounded genuinely tired, staring down at you with hooded eyes and a hurt expression on his face. You watched him with confusion and he sighed softly before tossing a hand up in frustration. âI canât be around you pretending like this, itâs killing me.â
âWe donât have to do it anymore then.â You were quickly telling him although it hurt you to say and you were taking a step closer to try and reassure him, stiffening up when he was automatically backing away from you.
âThatâs not what I mean and you know it.â He was saying and he sounded certain but you were confused on what he meant, eyebrows furrowing which only seemed to upset him further. âThis isnât the pretending Y/N, being with you like weâve been doing for the last few weeks. That isnât the hard part, how canât you get that?â
You were slightly understanding what he was implying now but it made no sense to you, a sick feeling washing over you at the fact he was seemingly saying he had been feeling the same way you had been. He was sighing again at your lack of a response but he didnât say anything, looking to the side where his car was parked before he was glancing at you again.
âHow would I get that?â You were countering with more force than you meant to let into your tone, slightly frustrated that he was placing blame solely on you for not realizing his feelings about this whole situation.
âAre you kidding me?â He was laughing but it was completely humorless and angry. Not necessarily at you but definitely at the situation the two of you had gotten yourself into. âI moved down here to be with you dude. I work a shitty job on the campus of a school I was too fucking dumb to get into, stuck in a tiny apartment with neighbors who have no volume control.â
He was moving his hands around a lot as he spoke, clearly upset and releasing thoughts heâd been keeping bottled up for longer than you realized. Your eyes were stinging with tears as you listened to him rant, bringing up the fact you hadnât gotten into the same school, something you knew had been bugging him for some time.
You never thought less of him for not getting accepted and you had hoped he didnât either, not ever wanting to talk about it after he decided to just not apply anywhere else. You figured he had come with you so you wouldnât be lonely but your heart cracked a little at the implication he had solely came with because it was him that didnât want to be without you for a long time.
Your nose scrunched up at the negative way he talked about his apartment, the disgust in his voice directed towards the same place that brought you the most comfort in the world.
It was definitely small and youâd spend countless nights banging on the walls to try and get the next door neighbors to quiet down but it was always a happy memory for you, giggling with him as you laid flat on your backs and kicked against the drywall repeatedly. You thought about waking up in his small bed together, tugging the blankets more over yourself and listening to his soft grunts of complaints.
Teaching you to cook and not getting upset when you continuously burnt eggs, smiling at you when heâd get home from a long shift and youâd already be there cleaning up the dishes and counters. It was your favorite place to be and he was your favorite person to see and your heart broke thinking that heâd been having a hard time.
âYou still donât get it.â He was shaking his head and pulling you out of your thoughts, figure slightly wavy through your teary eyes and you took another step closer.
âI think I do Jay but how can I if youâve never said it.â You were telling him softly but your voice was cracking around the words, at least relieved he wasnât backing up from your approaching frame anymore considering that wouldâve caused you to break down.
âHow could I say something like that?â He was asking sincerely and he looked down at you finally, holding your gaze and giving you a tiny sad smile. His eyes were wet too and you briefly thought about the fact you hadnât seen him cry in a very long time.
It was quiet for a few seconds and then you were gently reaching out to him, feeling a wave of relief when he allowed you to hold onto his arm softly and squeeze it. He let out a small shaky breath at the feeling of you touching him and it gave you the drive you needed to be able to say what you were thinking about so heavily for so long.
âYou asked me why I donât like it when you talk to other girls and I said I donât know, but I do know and I have known for a long time.â You were watching him intensely as you spoke clearly, a faux confidence in your voice that didnât match the way your heart was beating painfully in your chest. âI donât really know when I knew or if I maybe just realized when you kissed me.â
His eyes were flashing with something and you laughed softly as nerves overwhelmed you, pausing in your rambles and you were sure he could feel the way your hands were shaking against him because he was placing one of his over yours that were gripping onto his arm, softly rubbing them and giving you just enough strength to push through the hardest part.
âIâm inlove with you Jay and I want you around me for a long time. I need you around me I think and itâs scary but Iâd spend the rest of our lives in that tiny little apartment.â You were finishing off as a small sob broke through you but you kept a smile on your face, watching him and shaking your head softly.
He wasnât saying anything at first and you were feeling a sudden sense of dread, not really thinking about what would happen if he didnât feel the same way about you and you had gotten it all wrong.
You werenât able to hold that doubt for long considering he was moving his hand off of yours suddenly to cup your face, pulling you in for a kiss before you were even able to register his movements. You were gasping against him and then immediately turning to putty in his hold, a wave of warmth and reassurance washing over you despite the fact he hadnât said it yet back.
It wasnât something he necessarily needed to voice considering heâd spent your entire lives showing it and taking care of you more than anybody ever had, constantly being so gentle and reliable even when you werenât always the easiest person to handle.
You still felt better when he was pulling out of the kiss to look down at you, still holding onto your face as you both laughed softly in disbelief and relief. He was leaning forward to place his forehead against yours and you were clutching onto his arms desperately despite knowing heâd never go anywhere if you let him go.
âI think Iâve loved you since I met you.â He was saying it in one breath and you immediately noticed the way his shoulders lost all tension in relief, speaking the words that had been running through his mind on loop every time you smiled at him or wrapped your arms casually around him in a hug.
You had no real way of knowing how insane you constantly made him feel, always being the most beautiful person in the room and never giving him the slightest chance of caring about anybody else. Youâd constantly complain to him that he needed a better social life for a chance at romance and his heart would turn uncomfortably at the thought of being with anybody but you.
Nobody set his skin on fire like your touches did and the two of you moved perfectly in sync together, easily bantering and moving around each other in a gentle dance that only came with time and understanding.
You were his better half and heâd always casually introduced you as that, laughing softly as you would hit his arm and scold him for trying to flatter you while not having the slightest idea that he meant every single word of it.
âTake me home then?â You were whispering out finally, forehead still against his and feeling the way his thumbs came up instinctively to wipe the tears off your red cheeks.
He was smiling and nodding at you, no hesitance in accepting whatever request you made to him, the same thing that had gotten you into this situation in the first place. Heâd immediately regretted it when he first finally kissed you because heâd realized heâd never be able to go without you that close again, feeling sick every time he remembered it wasnât real for you.
The worry and disbelief that had been building up was finally crumbling down for both of you as you stood there holding each other for a bit longer, eventually taking your hand in his as he lead you to his car and took you back to your home.
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Synopsis: After Lee Hee Heeseung got caught in a bit of a legal scandal he is summoned to community service thanks to his father's legal connections. Heeseung finds himself stuck for the next six weeks working at the local church, how lucky for him the pastors sweet daughter is there to keep him company.
Pairings: LeeHeeseung X Female!Virgin!Naive!Reader
Warnings: DARK CONTENT. Dubcon, manipulation, religious themes, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), thigh riding, creampie, cum eating, masturbation (male and female), sexual use of a rosary, sexual scenes in a church, fingering, cursing, dirty talk, corruption kink, oral (male and female), hair pulling, slight spanking, mentions of blood, slight choking, ??noncon?? (adding that trigger because there is a moment of hesitation that could be viewed as noncon)
*Though this isn't as dark as my normal content, I'm still marking it dark because of the manipulation, dark, and religious themes. People are sensitive to those topics so as a precautionary I marked this DARK.*
Word Count: 7.3k
Author Note: Does this look familiar? Yes! Have you read this before? Probably! This was previously posted on my old blog, "HH" (you might remember me as "Honey", "little ducklings") So sorry I left you so abruptly, but I needed a fresh start on a new space. I hope you all find your way to our new home! I had to re-upload this for you guys because it was my most popular fic, hitting over 2k notes! I hope you guys give it the same amount of love the second time around! PSA: This is the last fic from my old account I will be uploading onto this blog, everything else posted after this is all going to be new work!
Lee Heeseung is well aware of what he is and what he isn't. Heâs a liar, a manipulator, an unreliable friend, an average college student, but above everything, what he takes the most pride in, is that Heeseung is an amazing hookup. He knows heâs hot, he knows girls talk about how great he is in bed and how well endowed he is.Â
Heâs never had to fight for anything in his life, heâs always gotten what he wanted without hesitation, and yes, that includes women.Â
He loves women, more notably he loves taken women. The rush of having someoneâs girlfriend underneath him compares to nothing else, especially if they're hooking up with the boyfriend nearby. He canât explain it, he loves the rush he gets knowing they picked him, theyâre risking it all for him.Â
And Watching that same girl go up to her loser boyfriend and kiss him with the same mouth Heeseung just had his dick in has his chest swelling with prideÂ
But you. Fuck. You were the ultimate prize, the forbidden fruit, the one.Â
Six weeks of forced community service under the watchful eye of the most respected church pastor in town, your father. Heeseung was initially pissed knowing heâd be spending three days a week, including church service on Sundays, in a tiny stuffy room sorting through donations. But then the most wonderful "miracle" happened, you.Â
He doesnât know how it happened, youâre not the type of girl he goes for. You didnât even spare him a second glance when he walked in on his first day. But fuck, your face, your modest clothing, your big doe eyes, everything he wouldnât spare a glance at on a normal day had him aching to touch you. The silver cross necklace resting on your collarbones, the Bible you always had nearby with sticky notes and bookmarks sticking out, the white and silver rosary always nearby and that fucking ringâŠoh my god he almost lost all self control when he heard about it that first week of work. Â
âAre you engaged? Youâre still in college, why would you want to settle down already?â He asks, tapping the silver band on your left ring finger.
You giggle and swat his hand away, âno silly. Itâs a purity ring.â
He furrowed his eyebrows, âwhatâs that?â
âItâs a promise ring to God basically. Meaning Iâll remain pure until marriage.â
His eyes nearly bulged out of his head.
âSo youâve neverâŠâ
âOf course not!â You say, as if youâre offended by the assumption.Â
âHave you ever kissed anyone?â His interest now fully peaked.Â
âNope,â you answer, popping the âpâ sound.
âSo in a way you belong to God?â He questions licking his lips.
âYeah..until I get married, I guess you could say that.âÂ
Fuck.
He barely made it outside to the church parking lot into his car with his hand wrapped around his cock jerking off to the mental image of your dainty hand wrapped around him instead, looking up at him with wide curious eyes like you usually do. The image of that little band on your finger had him spilling all over his hand in minutes, even managing to get some of his cum on the windshield. Â
He hasnât stopped thinking about it. He never had any desire for virgins, they were way too whiny and he didnât like how clingy they were afterwards.Â
But you.Â
You were completely untouched, completely untainted, so pure, he wanted to devour you. He wanted to own every part of you.Â
You were the grand prize..he loved fucking promised women, when you said you "belonged to God" that was it.
He was on a mission.
He had to take you from him.
âWhat are you staring at?â You asked, breaking Heeseungs train of thoughts.
âNothing..sorry angel, just spaced out.â He smiles watching you look up at him.
âStop calling me that,â you mumbled at the nickname Heeseung bestowed to you since starting his community service at your fathers church.Â
âYou like it,â he teased, flashing his signature side smirk. You did, but a part of you also didn't know if he meant it in a condescending way.
âCome on, we'll be late for the service.âÂ
You clutched your bible and rosary to your chest and started to ascend the church steps with Heeseung trailing behind. You werenât sure what exactly he did to end up here, but heâs been a big help to you with all the church donation organizing.Â
And he hardly complained, it even seemed like he was starting to enjoy coming to Sunday services and sitting in the pew with your friends and family. Taking your usual spots on the pew, you open your Bible and wait for your father to start the service.Â
Heeseung was so confused at what was happening, he couldnât understand what your dad was preaching about, didnât understand the songs, and didnât know a single prayer. This whole thing was a fucking waste of his time. The only good thing about these Sunday services was being near you. Especially when you got on your knees during the service, when you would take the bread of Christ in your mouth and swallow it down with the sacramental wine, it had him imagining unspeakable things. The way you had your hands clasped together, looking up with big doe eyes as you took the offerings was such a sinful sight.Â
After the service you stayed behind with Heeseung to put away any new donations made by the churchgoers.Â
âDid you enjoy today's service?â You ask.Â
âYeah, I definitely learned a lot today,â a sheepish grin adorns his face. He doesnât even remember half of it.
There wasnât any denying Heeseung was attractive. Everything about him was inviting. Sometimes your hands would brush or he would accidentally press up against you to walk around in the small donation room and it had a flushing sensation on your body.Â
You tried not to focus on it, you were also very well aware of the promiscuous reputation he carried on his back.Â
âThatâs good, Iâm going to miss having you around here when you leave us,â you admit shyly.
âDonât worry angel, you canât get rid of me that easily.â He smirked, leaning forward on the sorting table you both were working at.Â
âYouâre such a flirt,â You shake your head. He can see the smile youâre biting back and the tips of your ears redden.
âCanât help It when Iâm around a pretty girl,â he shrugs.
You roll your eyes and focus back on sorting through the small donation pile. Heâs a player, heâs a player, you repeat to yourself in your head, he doesnât like you in that way.
Where am I?Â
A floral field surrounds you, kneeling on a blanket, clad in a typical dress you normally wear for Sunday services with your rosary clutched in your hands. Whatâs going on?
âHey angel..â that voice, ah that velvet smooth voice that has your heart in your throat.
He looks beautiful, of course he does, sitting on the blanket next to you. His dark messy hair falling in front of his doe eyes, heâs in white slacks and a white button up, with the sleeves rolled up.
He almost looks ethereal, âcome closer to me.âÂ
Without hesitation you move to him.Â
âLet me see,â he motions toward the beads in your hands. You hand them over and watch the mischievous smirk creep onto his face. He moves behind you on his knees and rubs his hands on your shoulders, massaging you. You hum feeling his large hands rub down your arms stopping at your wrists.
He wraps the beads around your wrists, binding them together behind your back. You look at him confused, but he just smiles and turns your body around to face him. He sits back on his bottom and pulls into his lap. Making sure to position you where youâre straddling his thigh, causing your dress to lift up slightly.
âH-Heeseung what are you-â
He stroked your cheek, cutting you off, âcan you pray for me?â
âWhat?âÂ
He rubs his hands on your exposed thighs. âLet me hear you pray. Recite the all father, for me, angel.â The nickname only makes you shudder under his touch. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears.
âOur Father, Who art in heaven,âÂ
You suddenly gasp, feeling him grab your hips and rock your body back and forth on his thigh.Â
âHall-hallowed be Thy N-n-name. Thy Kingdom co-come,â you gasp and try to move your hands from behind your back but he's restrained you tightly with your rosary. The friction from his pants against your drenched panties rubbing against your swollen clit is slowly becoming unbearable. Â
âThy Wi-will be do-done, On-on earth as it is-is in Heaven.â
You cry out as he starts flexing his thigh underneath you, desperate to touch him you fight against the rosary keeping your arms bound behind you. He pulls you down harder on his leg making you rock against him faster. This is how he wanted you, completely at his mercy.
âKeep going angelâŠâ His lips were on your neck sucking the soft skin between his teeth.
âGive us-us this day, o-our daily br-bread,â
He grabs your throat making you look up at him and watches you intently as you rock against his thigh sloppily trying to desperately chase your high. You pant with your eyes wide and glassy, your moves becoming more erratic as you struggle against the rosary.Â
âAnd for-forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who-who trespass ag-against us.â
You were soaking through his slacks. Your voice gets more breathy as you feel that knot in your lower belly ready to snap, closing your eyes trying to desperately keep the same pace against his flexed thigh.Â
âDonât you dare look awayâŠ.â He growls gripping your chin, your eyes snap open and he stares right into your soul. âMake a mess, angel.âÂ
Your eyes stared into his dark ones and you moaned out loudly feeling yourself release onto his thigh. Your mouth dropped open but only choked noises were coming out, letting the blinding heat of your orgasm course through your veins. He lets you catch your breath while rubbing your trembling bottom lip, âfinish it..â
âAnd lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.â you pant out staring at him still on your orgasmic high.
âGood fucking girlâ
You shoot up from your bed, your body covered in a thin layer of sweat and a sticky feeling between your legs. Pulling the blanket off of you to try and let in cold air to your body you gasp at the sight of your gray sleep pants completely soaked through.
What the fuck..
Why did you just dream about Lee Heeseung..
And did you just cum completely untouched?..Â
Swallowing thickly you walk through the church parking lot to your designated donation table by your fathers side. Today was the church food drive, lots of people were showing up to drop off their canned goods. It was also the first day seeing Heeseung since your dream. Since that night youâve felt the dull uncomfortable ache between your legs, and a part of you knew only he could fix it. Which only had you feeling disgusting for having such thoughts.Â
âSeungie!â A high pitched squeaky voice breaks you out of your thoughts and you see a girl running toward Heeseung. The girl, only clad in short shorts and a tank top, throws her arms around Heeseung giggling.
Heâs smirking at her and obviously checking her out. An uncomfortable churn in your stomach makes you look away.Â
Why do you care? You knew he had quite the reputation, lots of the girls around you whispered about his escapades and how they so badly wanted to experience it for themselves.Why were you jealous?
Heeseung sees you from the corner of his eye, how your body tensed up when he hugged Karina and how you immediately looked away.
Fuck, how is he supposed to get you to trust him when these stupid girls are acting this way in front of you.Â
âAre you even listening to me, Seungie?â Karinaâs shrill voice snaps him back to his reality.Â
âSorry, Iâm just super busy right now. Can we talk later?â
She scoffs and rolls her eyes, âso what? Now that you fucked me you donât want to talk to me now?â
âDonât you have a boyfriend to worry about?â He glares.
âWe broke up..you said I was special. I thought we could be tog-â
He raises his hand and shakes his head. âIâm gonna stop you right there Karina. You were fun, but that hookup was all weâre ever gonna have. I never told you to break up with him.â
âSo thatâs it? Weâre over?â
He wants to laugh, âKarina we were never a thing.â
âFuck you, Heeseung.â He watches her stomp away with tears in her eyes.Â
He looks back at your table and sees your back is turned to him.Â
Ah fuck, were you mad? He watches you grab a box of donated food and walk into the small donation building you two work out of.Â
Perfect, he can talk to you alone.Â
âAre you mad at me?â Heeseung asks, walking into the donation room startling you.Â
âWhy do you ask that?â You mumble avoiding his gaze.
âYouâve wonât even look at me, angel.â He stands next to you as you place the food on the shelf. You look at him briefly and chew your bottom lip nervously. Â
âI'm just busy Heeseung, we have a lot of food to sort through.â
âI don't care angel, what's wrong?â He moves closer to you, caging you against the shelf youâre working on.Â
âAre you dating that girl that was all over you?â You blurt out before you realize. You feel the embarrassment wash over you. Way to keep it cool.Â
He studies your face before breaking out into a smug grin. You werenât mad at him, you were jealous of Karina.Â
âDoes that matter?â He asks, leaning toward you testing just to see how jealous you really were.Â
âI guess not, what you do with easy girls is your business.â You bite.Â
He barks a laugh, oh you were so fucking jealous and it was so fucking hot. He has never heard you talk bad about anyone before. But here you were, calling Karina easy because you liked him. He was already tainting you.Â
âIâm not dating her, angel.â
âShe was all over you,â you whisper. He watched your annoyed expression turn into a pout and your eyes avoided his nervously.Â
Oh you poor sweet thing. If only you knew how much I wanted to fuck you, you wouldnât be jealous of some slut.Â
âAw, did my angel not like that?âHe says with faux sympathy, caressing your cheek.Â
âDonât make fun of me!â His touch only ignited that burning feeling in the pit of your belly.
âIâm not angel, youâre just so fucking cute when youâre jealous.â
âIâm not jealous!â You try not to melt into his touch but itâs hard. And he looks so inviting.Â
He was standing so close to you. His cologne overwhelmed your senses, you could feel the warmth of his body heat. He watches your face and smiles, noticing how your eyes keep dropping to his lips, having a hard time on where to keep your focus.Â
Time to test the waters a little further.Â
âAm I making you nervous, angel?âÂ
âNo,â you lie. He chuckles, he knows youâre lying, your body gives it away. He can see your pink cheeks, your clenched fists at your side and watches you rub your thighs together. He leans down and places his lips right on your earlobe and he inhales the scent of your floral shampoo. He feels you shudder against him.
âDoes anyone else get your little body reacting this way?â His breath fans across your neck. You almost whine when he removes his face and stares down at you with hooded eyes.Â
He pushes a piece of hair behind your ear and runs his thumb along your jaw. Stopping at your bottom lip he rubs it softly, of course itâs soft.Â
The vivid images of your dream flash across your brain and your eyes widen remembering him doing the same thing after your orgasm. He sees your panicked gaze and he can feel his cock throbbing in his jeans. His gaze darkens, âyouâre so fucking pretty, angel.â
His touch made your skin feel warm, it sent little shockwaves throughout your body and was leaving an uncomfortable mess between your thighs.Â
âI-um..have to go..â you push past him and quickly walk out of the little room. You needed to breathe, your body was going into overdrive and it felt like it was on fire. This wasnât supposed to feel good. Your body isnât supposed to react that way. These feelings..were sinful.Â
The donation drive was still busy and you didnât want to be seen. Spotting the empty church you decide its best to put distance between you and Heeseung and try to ground yourself from these overwhelming feelings. You run in and look around the familiar space, you need to pray. You needed to beg for forgiveness. You needed to do something to stop these feelings.Â
Your eyes lock onto the confessional booth and you breathe a sigh of relief. That could work.
Shutting the door to the small confessional you sit on the wooden chair and try to calm your breathing. You never felt this out of control of your body before, with an uncomfortable tightening in your abdomen.Â
You hear the door to the otherside of the confessional open and close, only able to see the silhouette of the person coming in because of the latticed divider providing anonymity for the people who are using it to confess their sins to your father.Â
âAre you really hiding from me, in here?â
Of course itâs him.Â
âWhat do you want, Heeseung?â You try your best to sound stable but your voice comes out shaky.Â
âWhy are you hiding from me angel?â
His voice was laced with more faux sympathy. He knows what heâs doing. He also knows youâre too naive to pick up on how heâs messing with you.Â
âYou..you make me feel weird..â
âIn a bad way?â He canât help the smile that creeps on his face.Â
âIn a way..Iâve never felt before..it scares me..I donât know what to do..â
Fuck you sounded so good like this. So desperate, so ready to be molded into his little slut.Â
âAre you wet..â
He was feeling bold now.Â
âW-what..â
He can hear the trembling in your voice. He lowers his voice and presses his lips against the lattice screen so you can hear him clearly.Â
âIs your little pussy wet for me, angel?â
âH-Heeseung! Weâre in the church! Donât say things like that..â
He can hear the change in your breathing and whine in your tone. Oh, this was going to be a piece of cake.Â
You hear him fiddle with the buckle of his belt. âPut your hand in your panties, angel..â
âI can-canât do that..â You gasp, was he serious? Was he really going to do such immoral things in the confessional?Â
âYes you can angel, do it for me. Itâll make you feel good, baby girl, I promise.âÂ
As much as he wanted to degrade and ruin you, he couldnât risk you running out of this booth and telling your father. He had to play with you a little to get you wanting more of him.Â
âTouch yourself..tell me how it feels angel..â
His tone was soft and comforting, maybe..maybe just this once. And he was offering to help, you would be rude to not accept his help, right?
Slipping your shaking fingers into your skirt and into your panties you feel the amount of arousal that has leaked out of you. âWh-what do you want me to do..â
He groans, throwing his head back on the confessional wall. The question alone was enough to tip him over the edge. You really were an innocent angel, he was going to mold you into the perfect plaything for him.Â
âRub your pussy baby, just keep rubbing it for me.â
He spits in his palm and starts rubbing his weeping cock.Â
You slid your fingers between your slicked lips, lightly grazing your clit, making your hips buck in the air and a loud whimper escaping your lips before you could clamp your teeth on your bottom lip. You had never felt the need to masturbate before, this was all new to you. You find your clit again and rub your fingers faster against it, moaning out again, he presses his head against the lattice desperate to see you but can only make out the silhouette of your body and your arm moving. He fucks his fist faster to the sounds of your whimpers.Â
âI can hear how wet you are angel, fuck I bet youâre dripping all over the chair. Donât you dare go inside, Iâm the only one going inside of that virgin pussy.âÂ
His dirty mouth only makes you whine and clench around nothing. You pressed your fingers to your entrance, you didn't slip inside, just teased the hole to get a feel for it, even more of your arousal was leaking out of you. You prop a leg on the chair giving you better access to your clit and your rub harder and faster against the swollen bundle.Â
âCum for me angel, let me hear my angelâs sweet voice when she cums.â His voice is husky and you replay the images of your dream, mixed with hearing the sounds of his groans and the squelching of his hand around his cock send you into overdrive moving your hand faster. Your vision goes spotty and you moan out in ecstasy as your orgasm hits you hard and fast. Your head hits the wall as you whine loudly, your toes curling in your shoes. The sound has Heeseungâs eyes rolling into his head and he chokes out a gasp as his cum shoots out in hot thick spurts and coats his hand and part of the confessional box.Â
You sink into your chair and try to breathe, your body still convulsing from little aftershocks of your first ever orgasm. Coming down from your euphoric high you see the little cross above the door and feel the shame.Â
What have you done? Itâs bad enough to act on such desires..but in a confessional. This had to be unforgivable.Â
Stepping out of the confessional box on shaky legs you look around the church and feel the shame overtake the high you were just on.Â
You're in a church, in God's house, and you just masturbated in a confessional box. The reality of your actions repeating over and over in your head.Â
Heeseung opens the door to his side of the box and immediately engulfs you in his arms, his mouth is in yours before you even have time to react; your first kiss.
Itâs soft at first, both of his hands coming to cup your face but he gets hungrier by the second. Moving his soft lips against yours chasing every movement, you almost forget to breathe trying to pull away but his grip is tight on you. Sliding his tongue in between your lips and lightly massages your own causing a small groan to bubble within you. He smirks, feeling how cautious and uncertain your tongue moves against his. He pulls away, giving your bottom lip one last lick and pecking it one last time.Â
âWe should get back out there, angel.âÂ
Sunday approached quicker than you would have liked. You spent days replaying the events of what happened with Heeseung over and over. A part of you felt saddened by the whole thing, he didnât talk to you about it afterward and he didnât call or text and it seemed like maybe he just wanted to add you to the long list of girls he had. But another part of you was desperate for more of him, wanting him to do more, and wanting to be enough so that he wouldnât need those other girls. The conflicting sides of you causing inner turmoil and questioning your place in the world.
You spent your whole life with a moral code, you never let anyone challenge that or try and change who you were. And now, you didnât know where you stood. Because if Heeseung didnât want to be with you, and he was just using you, that would mean you changed your core values for someone who didnât respect you. And what respectable man would want you after that? After you easily give up your innocence to someone with a questionable reputation.Â
You shake the thoughts out of your head and wipe the tears on the back of your hand and continue to straighten up the church altar. Services ended an hour ago, everyone had gone home and you were left alone to clean up the altar and the mess of your life. Heeseung didnât sit with you today like he usually did and it was his last Sunday of his community service sentence, he left right after service. So itâs safe to assume he's just gone and you were passing the time for him while he was here.Â
âWhat are you doing in here?â Heeseung asks, startling you. You turn around and watch him walk down the aisle to the altar he sees you cleaning.
âJust putting some stuff away,â you mumbled wiping the rag across the marble altar table.Â
âWhere is your father?â He asks looking around making sure no one was in sight.Â
âThe clergy have a lunch meeting together this afternoon, I told my father Iâd stay behind to clean so he can attend.â
He hears the sadness in your voice and bites back a smile. He saw you the entire service staring at him with hopeful eyes trying to get his attention. He wanted you to miss him, to want him, to need him. And judging by the sad tone and watery eyes, his plan had worked. He had you right where he wanted you.Â
âWhy are you still here? Isnât today your last Sunday?â you ask, finally meeting his eyes. Â
âIs that why youâre sad, angel? Because you think Iâd leave without my girl?â He smiled, stopping in front of the altar. You roll your eyes and turn back around to finish what you were doing.Â
âIâm not your girl Heeseung,âÂ
âYou and I both know thatâs a lie, angel. Careful, God doesnât like liars.â He taunts coming up behind you and rubbing his hands down your arms. He feels you tense under his touch, the goosebumps evident on your skin.Â
Dropping his face down to your shoulder he sighs softly, âyou know, you look really angelic right now..standing here in this pretty white dress, all these candles lit, it's almost sinful how beautiful you look.â He whispers in your ear gently nipping at your earlobe.Â
You grip the rag in your hand tightly. âWhat do you want from me, Heeseung?âÂ
âI want you,â He answers, kissing your shoulder.Â
âI donât..I donât want to be like other girls..â you softly admit.
He smirks against your shoulder rubbing his hands on your hips and turning you around.
âAngel, youâre nothing like the other girls.â
âReallyâŠ?â You look up at him with your wide doe eyes and he smiles.Â
Gotcha, angel. Youâre mine now.Â
âTrust me baby, they donât compare to you..â
The innocent smile on your face was going straight to his cock. He needed to work fast. Rubbing your cheek tenderly he kisses your lips, letting his tongue work its way into your mouth. He grabs your hand in his larger one and guides it down to the front of his jeans placing it right over his hard on. You gasp and pull away confused, but he chases your mouth with his and continues to kiss you while he âwhinesâ to you.Â
âAngel..kiss..it hurts..kiss..it hurts so bad..kiss..please touch me angel..kiss..make it better..please..â The soft whine in his voice makes you want to help. You donât want him to hurt, you have to help him.Â
You were too fucking easy to mold.Â
He unbuckles his jeans and lowers them just enough to release himself. Your hands are clumsy as you reach for him, he sees your nervousness and it only fuels the fire. Wrapping your small hand around his heavy length you look at him for guidance. He wraps his hand around yours and guides it up and down in a pumping motion. You watch his eyes close and hear him hiss, âFuckâŠjust like that angel..â
He lets you work on his length for a few seconds before he tests the waters again.Â
âAngel..I need more..I need your mouth. Can you be a good girl and get on your knees for me?â
You stop pumping him and look at him for a few seconds. You nod, and drop to your knees on the wooden floor and you finally fully take the sight of him. Heâs long and thick, it's two toned with an angry red tip and precum leaking from the slit. The sight had your mouth watering.
The sight of you finally on your knees in front of him was almost too much. He wasnât going to last long.Â
You look up at him and grab his cock and lick a circle around the mushroom tip, suckling the tip to drink in his precum.Â
His knees almost give out instantly. This was definitely better than any prior sexual experience he had ever had.Â
âAngel..â He breathes out and makes a makeshift ponytail out of your hair. You keep his eye contact and take his length slowly into your mouth hoping you're doing okay. Your tongue glides around his throbbing length and he moans again.Â
âDo you want me to guide you angel..âÂ
You hum around him and the smug grin returns to his face. âRelax your jaw and let me take over.â
You obey and he hums stroking your cheek. The sweet affection only lasts for a second before he pulls your mouth further down his cock and you choke around him. The vibrations only added to his pleasure. Tears sting your eyes as he starts to fuck your face pushing your head down further and further on his cock.Â
âThatâs it angel..youâre doing so well for me..â
His praises only fuel you to try and be good for him. You let him continue to pound into your throat, the chocked sounds around his cock pushing him close to his release.Â
Your teary eyes and mouth wrapped around him, have him seeing stars, he pulls out quickly. He was only going to cum in one hole today and it wasnât going to be your mouth. He watches the spit and precum dribble down your chin and mix with your tears.Â
Fuck. He was so close to losing all self control.Â
âFuck me angel, you look so good like this, what would God say of he saw you like this,â He teases wiping the mess off your chin.
âDonât say that..âyou frowned.
The pout..that fucking pout did it. It pushed him to the edge.Â
âFuckâŠI cant hold on anymore I have to fuck you.â His eyes narrowed as he gripped you by your hair to your feet. Â
âHee-Heeseung I canât..â you shake your head and try to back away.Â
âYou can and you will, angel.â
You stare at him with a confused expression, was he serious? He doesnât give you time to take in his words because he's picking you up and leaning you against the marble altar you just cleaned. He places you on the altar, discarding the large Bible, and other items to the floor before sitting you down and slotting himself between your legs.Â
He grabbed the front of your dress and yanked it down with your bra exposing your bare tits to him, your nipples instantly harden from the cool air.Â
You truly looked sinful. Sitting on the church altar, bible discarded on the floor, lit candles around the both of you, the sun shining in through the stained glass windows painting you in red hues, if there truly was a God Heeseung was going to hell for what he was about to do to Godâs favorite angel.
Your doe eyes were wide with anticipation as you stared at him waiting for his next move. Everything around you seemed to have blur out, no longer caring where you were. All you could focus on was Heeseung.Â
He takes one of your hardened nipples into his mouth and massages the other with his large hand, pinching the bud between his fingers. Your jaw goes slack at the feeling of his tongue, you arch into him at the new sensation.Â
While you're distracted he slips his hand under your dress and skillfully tugs down your panties, of course noticing how the entire front of them are completely drenched in your arousal. He bites down harder on your nipple and sucks harshly causing you to arch your back again and lean your head back further and he carefully slots the ruined panties in his back pocket while youâre not looking. A perfect reminder of today.Â
Pulling away he kisses your chest before standing up and looking down on you, he pushes you gently on your back, you shiver feeling the cold marble under your back. He pushes your knees up and places your feet flat on the altar displaying your leaking pussy to him. He licked his bottom dip, he wanted a taste of you, but time was a factor and he needed to get his dick in you fast before you got lost in your head and changed your mind.Â
He ran his fingers over your slippery pussy gathering some of your moisture and rubbed around your entrance and slowly pushed one of his long fingers inside. He watched your eyes flutter shut and mouth drop open. Fuck, you were impossibly tight.
You felt your walls clenching around him and he shoved another finger in. You moaned out at the intrusion.
You pushed yourself up on your elbows as watched and he continued to scissor his two fingers inside of you to stretch you out.
âDoes it feel good angel?â He whispers against your knee and kisses it.Â
You nod cautiously, taking your bottom lip between your teeth.Â
âYoure so fucking tight I donât know if my cock will fit in this little pussy angel.â He smirks feeling how you clench around his fingers at his dirty talk.Â
His long fingers explored you searching for that special spot. He taps a particular spongy spot and you drop back onto your back moaning loudly, and your hips buck into his hand.Â
Found it.Â
The amount of moisture leaking out of you was sinful, he dropped his head between your thighs and licked a stripe from his fingers to your clit to just get a taste of you. You jerked at the sensation and clenched harder around his fingers.Â
Fuck, he usually couldnât be bothered about going down on women, but you tasted so sweet he was definitely going to have to spend an hour or two later just devouring your leaking cunt. Kissing the inside of your thigh he fucks his fingers into you faster, making sure to hit that spongy spot.
âCome on angel..cum for me..â
He latches his mouth back onto your chest leaving purple bites in his path. You groan the feeling of that familiar knot in your abdomen is back. Running your fingers through his messy dark hair you arch into his mouth and you release all over his hand crying out. His fingers stayed inside of you working you through your orgasm.
Watching you come down from your high his dark eyes flicker to the large cross above you and he chuckles softly, maybe he should thank the heavens for bringing you to him.Â
His smirk is devilish as he pulls his fingers from you and pumps himself a few times and pulls your body closer to his awaiting cock.
He sees the apprehension on your face and smiles. âDonât worry angel, Iâll make it fit.â
You nervously try to close your legs but he slaps the outside of your thigh making you whine, âyour pussy is mine, angel. Donât you dare hide it from me.â
You whine and let him spread your legs.Â
He grabbed his cock and spreads your release along his aching length. He pressed his tip to your folds and rubbed it back and forth, from clit to your entrance making you writhe in overstimulation.
In a moment of slight panic realizing what was about to happen you bring your hands up to his chest to try and stop him and push him away.Â
âWait Heeseung..I donât think Iâm ready.â
âStop thinking, angel, just let me think for you,â He smirks and you feel his mushroom tip stretching you as he pressed inside of you slowly. He lifted the bottom of your dress to your chest so he wouldn't miss the view.
You hissed and he went deeper, pushing a little at a time. He pushed your body down on the altar flat on your back as he pushed into your walls further. Your nails scraping the marble under you and tears filled your wide eyes as you felt him reach the thin barrier of your virginity. This was it, there wasn't any coming back from this.
You took a shaky breath, your body was trembling underneath him, he moaned loudly as he ripped right past it and you choked a sob when you felt it break.
God, forgive me.
You let out a small pained whimper as he continued stretching you to your limit, the further he pushed in the more painful it was. Finally, he reached the hilt inside your tight virgin hole. His pelvis pressed right against yours.Â
He stayed buried inside your heat as he leaned down and placed a tender soft kiss on your lips. Nipping at your bottom lip and slithering past the barrier and exploring your mouth trying to distract you from the discomfort. Your mouth was slack against his, the stretch was too painful to focus on anything else.
Breaking the kiss, he looked down at you grinning at the sight of the small bulge under your belly button where his cock was.Â
âYouâre taking all of me so well angel,â
He pressed down on the bulge and watched you gasp out. âYou feel that? God made you for me.â He whispered, wrapping his hand around your neck applying slight pressure.Â
You were shaking, the tears never streaming down your reddened cheeks. He pulled out of you and you breathed a sigh of relief from the pain subsiding but he pushed back in you hard, causing another choked sob from your throat. He kept his thrusts steady at first, easing himself in and out as you whimpered and writhed under him. He took a second to admire the way your body twisted against him. The more his cock filled you, the better it started to feel, the dull pain between your legs starting to fade into bliss.Â
He smiles proudly seeing you start to relax and let your body rock against his.Â
âThatâs it angel, fuck your little virgin pussy on meâ He sped up his thrusts, moving his hand between the two of you and pressing his thumb down on your clit. Your back arches off the altar, âoh god!â
âNot God babyâŠsay my name..scream it.â
You wrapped your thighs around him as he rocked into you. âHeeseung!â
Your eyes rolled back as your body was fully succumbing to the pleasure. You could barely feel any pain anymore as he fucked harder and faster into you. Your hands went straight to his shoulders for leverage, âM-moreâŠHee-Heeseung more..â
He groaned, watching you bounce against him. licking his lips, his pace picked up. âMy angel wants more? You want me to fuck you harder baby?â
You nod, scraping your nails down his shoulders.
âSay it angel. Tell me what you want.â
He needed to hear it, he needed to hear the dirty words leave your mouth. He had to hear and see the vision of you heâs been so desperate to have.Â
Your wide teary eyes stare up at him, the silver cross necklace bouncing on your chest with every harsh thrust he gives only adds to the sinful sight.
âFuck me..please fuck me, Heeseung.â
The sight and sound was better than anything he could have ever imagined.
He plunged into you without any restraint, no more holding back. You were like his very own fuckdoll now, your body was at his mercy. His thumb kept rubbing your clit, The noises escaping him were feral. He was lost to his own pleasure.
His thrusts grew even more ferocious as he hammered into you relentlessly. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced your head to look down where he was entering you.Â
âDo you see that angel? Youâre mine now,â he growled.
You clenched your jaw as you looked at the sight of his cock entering you at a fast pace. His entire pelvis was coated with your arousal, you could see a small hint of your blood along his cock.
He noticed it too, it only made him want to fuck your harder.
âSay it, say youâre mine,â
"I-I'm y-yours!"
You hugged him with your legs, clinging to his shoulders as you came again. Your walls squeeze him tight as you released yourself on his cock. "Iâm going to cum, angel,â He mumbled against your open mouth. He threw his head and you felt the spurts of warmth bloom within you. He let his head hang back for a few seconds, catching his breath. He slowly pushed your body back down onto the altar as he stayed buried inside of you, looking down at your fucked out body. His hand glided over your trembling thighs. Leaning down on top of you, he kisses along your collarbone as you continue to shake from your orgasm.
You both stayed in each other's arms panting for a few more minutes, his lips leaving soft kisses along your sweaty skin. He hears you sniffle and he pulls away to see the cause. Your face is tilted back as you stare at the large cross above the both of you as silent tears stream down your face. He only smirks, he won.Â
Your arms are still wrapped around him, he takes your left arm and removes it from him, breaking you out of your trance. Gently grabbing your wrist he brings your hand to his mouth and slips your ring finger into his mouth and uses his tongue to aid him in removing the silver purity ring. He holds the once sacred jewelry between his teeth with a cocky grin and spits it out. You cringe hearing the metal clink and bounce off of the marble altar. âYou definitely canât wear that anymore, angel.âÂ
He rubs his large hands over your thighs and up your stomach. âYou donât belong to God anymore.â He pulls out of you and smiles watching the creamy mess leak out of you and fall onto the sacred altar. You whine loudly when he dips a finger into your sore hole, he scoops a small amount of both of your releases and taps your lips. You open obediently and let him slip the mixture into your mouth. âYou belong to me now.â
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Synopsis: After Lee Hee Heeseung got caught in a bit of a legal scandal he is summoned to community service thanks to his father's legal connections. Heeseung finds himself stuck for the next six weeks working at the local church, how lucky for him the pastors sweet daughter is there to keep him company.
Pairings: LeeHeeseung X Female!Virgin!Naive!Reader
Warnings: DARK CONTENT. Dubcon, manipulation, religious themes, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), thigh riding, creampie, cum eating, masturbation (male and female), sexual use of a rosary, sexual scenes in a church, fingering, cursing, dirty talk, corruption kink, oral (male and female), hair pulling, slight spanking, mentions of blood, slight choking, ??noncon?? (adding that trigger because there is a moment of hesitation that could be viewed as noncon)
*Though this isn't as dark as my normal content, I'm still marking it dark because of the manipulation, dark, and religious themes. People are sensitive to those topics so as a precautionary I marked this DARK.*
Word Count: 7.3k
Author Note: Does this look familiar? Yes! Have you read this before? Probably! This was previously posted on my old blog, "HH" (you might remember me as "Honey", "little ducklings") So sorry I left you so abruptly, but I needed a fresh start on a new space. I hope you all find your way to our new home! I had to re-upload this for you guys because it was my most popular fic, hitting over 2k notes! I hope you guys give it the same amount of love the second time around! PSA: This is the last fic from my old account I will be uploading onto this blog, everything else posted after this is all going to be new work!
Lee Heeseung is well aware of what he is and what he isn't. Heâs a liar, a manipulator, an unreliable friend, an average college student, but above everything, what he takes the most pride in, is that Heeseung is an amazing hookup. He knows heâs hot, he knows girls talk about how great he is in bed and how well endowed he is.Â
Heâs never had to fight for anything in his life, heâs always gotten what he wanted without hesitation, and yes, that includes women.Â
He loves women, more notably he loves taken women. The rush of having someoneâs girlfriend underneath him compares to nothing else, especially if they're hooking up with the boyfriend nearby. He canât explain it, he loves the rush he gets knowing they picked him, theyâre risking it all for him.Â
And Watching that same girl go up to her loser boyfriend and kiss him with the same mouth Heeseung just had his dick in has his chest swelling with prideÂ
But you. Fuck. You were the ultimate prize, the forbidden fruit, the one.Â
Six weeks of forced community service under the watchful eye of the most respected church pastor in town, your father. Heeseung was initially pissed knowing heâd be spending three days a week, including church service on Sundays, in a tiny stuffy room sorting through donations. But then the most wonderful "miracle" happened, you.Â
He doesnât know how it happened, youâre not the type of girl he goes for. You didnât even spare him a second glance when he walked in on his first day. But fuck, your face, your modest clothing, your big doe eyes, everything he wouldnât spare a glance at on a normal day had him aching to touch you. The silver cross necklace resting on your collarbones, the Bible you always had nearby with sticky notes and bookmarks sticking out, the white and silver rosary always nearby and that fucking ringâŠoh my god he almost lost all self control when he heard about it that first week of work. Â
âAre you engaged? Youâre still in college, why would you want to settle down already?â He asks, tapping the silver band on your left ring finger.
You giggle and swat his hand away, âno silly. Itâs a purity ring.â
He furrowed his eyebrows, âwhatâs that?â
âItâs a promise ring to God basically. Meaning Iâll remain pure until marriage.â
His eyes nearly bulged out of his head.
âSo youâve neverâŠâ
âOf course not!â You say, as if youâre offended by the assumption.Â
âHave you ever kissed anyone?â His interest now fully peaked.Â
âNope,â you answer, popping the âpâ sound.
âSo in a way you belong to God?â He questions licking his lips.
âYeah..until I get married, I guess you could say that.âÂ
Fuck.
He barely made it outside to the church parking lot into his car with his hand wrapped around his cock jerking off to the mental image of your dainty hand wrapped around him instead, looking up at him with wide curious eyes like you usually do. The image of that little band on your finger had him spilling all over his hand in minutes, even managing to get some of his cum on the windshield. Â
He hasnât stopped thinking about it. He never had any desire for virgins, they were way too whiny and he didnât like how clingy they were afterwards.Â
But you.Â
You were completely untouched, completely untainted, so pure, he wanted to devour you. He wanted to own every part of you.Â
You were the grand prize..he loved fucking promised women, when you said you "belonged to God" that was it.
He was on a mission.
He had to take you from him.
âWhat are you staring at?â You asked, breaking Heeseungs train of thoughts.
âNothing..sorry angel, just spaced out.â He smiles watching you look up at him.
âStop calling me that,â you mumbled at the nickname Heeseung bestowed to you since starting his community service at your fathers church.Â
âYou like it,â he teased, flashing his signature side smirk. You did, but a part of you also didn't know if he meant it in a condescending way.
âCome on, we'll be late for the service.âÂ
You clutched your bible and rosary to your chest and started to ascend the church steps with Heeseung trailing behind. You werenât sure what exactly he did to end up here, but heâs been a big help to you with all the church donation organizing.Â
And he hardly complained, it even seemed like he was starting to enjoy coming to Sunday services and sitting in the pew with your friends and family. Taking your usual spots on the pew, you open your Bible and wait for your father to start the service.Â
Heeseung was so confused at what was happening, he couldnât understand what your dad was preaching about, didnât understand the songs, and didnât know a single prayer. This whole thing was a fucking waste of his time. The only good thing about these Sunday services was being near you. Especially when you got on your knees during the service, when you would take the bread of Christ in your mouth and swallow it down with the sacramental wine, it had him imagining unspeakable things. The way you had your hands clasped together, looking up with big doe eyes as you took the offerings was such a sinful sight.Â
After the service you stayed behind with Heeseung to put away any new donations made by the churchgoers.Â
âDid you enjoy today's service?â You ask.Â
âYeah, I definitely learned a lot today,â a sheepish grin adorns his face. He doesnât even remember half of it.
There wasnât any denying Heeseung was attractive. Everything about him was inviting. Sometimes your hands would brush or he would accidentally press up against you to walk around in the small donation room and it had a flushing sensation on your body.Â
You tried not to focus on it, you were also very well aware of the promiscuous reputation he carried on his back.Â
âThatâs good, Iâm going to miss having you around here when you leave us,â you admit shyly.
âDonât worry angel, you canât get rid of me that easily.â He smirked, leaning forward on the sorting table you both were working at.Â
âYouâre such a flirt,â You shake your head. He can see the smile youâre biting back and the tips of your ears redden.
âCanât help It when Iâm around a pretty girl,â he shrugs.
You roll your eyes and focus back on sorting through the small donation pile. Heâs a player, heâs a player, you repeat to yourself in your head, he doesnât like you in that way.
Where am I?Â
A floral field surrounds you, kneeling on a blanket, clad in a typical dress you normally wear for Sunday services with your rosary clutched in your hands. Whatâs going on?
âHey angel..â that voice, ah that velvet smooth voice that has your heart in your throat.
He looks beautiful, of course he does, sitting on the blanket next to you. His dark messy hair falling in front of his doe eyes, heâs in white slacks and a white button up, with the sleeves rolled up.
He almost looks ethereal, âcome closer to me.âÂ
Without hesitation you move to him.Â
âLet me see,â he motions toward the beads in your hands. You hand them over and watch the mischievous smirk creep onto his face. He moves behind you on his knees and rubs his hands on your shoulders, massaging you. You hum feeling his large hands rub down your arms stopping at your wrists.
He wraps the beads around your wrists, binding them together behind your back. You look at him confused, but he just smiles and turns your body around to face him. He sits back on his bottom and pulls into his lap. Making sure to position you where youâre straddling his thigh, causing your dress to lift up slightly.
âH-Heeseung what are you-â
He stroked your cheek, cutting you off, âcan you pray for me?â
âWhat?âÂ
He rubs his hands on your exposed thighs. âLet me hear you pray. Recite the all father, for me, angel.â The nickname only makes you shudder under his touch. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears.
âOur Father, Who art in heaven,âÂ
You suddenly gasp, feeling him grab your hips and rock your body back and forth on his thigh.Â
âHall-hallowed be Thy N-n-name. Thy Kingdom co-come,â you gasp and try to move your hands from behind your back but he's restrained you tightly with your rosary. The friction from his pants against your drenched panties rubbing against your swollen clit is slowly becoming unbearable. Â
âThy Wi-will be do-done, On-on earth as it is-is in Heaven.â
You cry out as he starts flexing his thigh underneath you, desperate to touch him you fight against the rosary keeping your arms bound behind you. He pulls you down harder on his leg making you rock against him faster. This is how he wanted you, completely at his mercy.
âKeep going angelâŠâ His lips were on your neck sucking the soft skin between his teeth.
âGive us-us this day, o-our daily br-bread,â
He grabs your throat making you look up at him and watches you intently as you rock against his thigh sloppily trying to desperately chase your high. You pant with your eyes wide and glassy, your moves becoming more erratic as you struggle against the rosary.Â
âAnd for-forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who-who trespass ag-against us.â
You were soaking through his slacks. Your voice gets more breathy as you feel that knot in your lower belly ready to snap, closing your eyes trying to desperately keep the same pace against his flexed thigh.Â
âDonât you dare look awayâŠ.â He growls gripping your chin, your eyes snap open and he stares right into your soul. âMake a mess, angel.âÂ
Your eyes stared into his dark ones and you moaned out loudly feeling yourself release onto his thigh. Your mouth dropped open but only choked noises were coming out, letting the blinding heat of your orgasm course through your veins. He lets you catch your breath while rubbing your trembling bottom lip, âfinish it..â
âAnd lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.â you pant out staring at him still on your orgasmic high.
âGood fucking girlâ
You shoot up from your bed, your body covered in a thin layer of sweat and a sticky feeling between your legs. Pulling the blanket off of you to try and let in cold air to your body you gasp at the sight of your gray sleep pants completely soaked through.
What the fuck..
Why did you just dream about Lee Heeseung..
And did you just cum completely untouched?..Â
Swallowing thickly you walk through the church parking lot to your designated donation table by your fathers side. Today was the church food drive, lots of people were showing up to drop off their canned goods. It was also the first day seeing Heeseung since your dream. Since that night youâve felt the dull uncomfortable ache between your legs, and a part of you knew only he could fix it. Which only had you feeling disgusting for having such thoughts.Â
âSeungie!â A high pitched squeaky voice breaks you out of your thoughts and you see a girl running toward Heeseung. The girl, only clad in short shorts and a tank top, throws her arms around Heeseung giggling.
Heâs smirking at her and obviously checking her out. An uncomfortable churn in your stomach makes you look away.Â
Why do you care? You knew he had quite the reputation, lots of the girls around you whispered about his escapades and how they so badly wanted to experience it for themselves.Why were you jealous?
Heeseung sees you from the corner of his eye, how your body tensed up when he hugged Karina and how you immediately looked away.
Fuck, how is he supposed to get you to trust him when these stupid girls are acting this way in front of you.Â
âAre you even listening to me, Seungie?â Karinaâs shrill voice snaps him back to his reality.Â
âSorry, Iâm just super busy right now. Can we talk later?â
She scoffs and rolls her eyes, âso what? Now that you fucked me you donât want to talk to me now?â
âDonât you have a boyfriend to worry about?â He glares.
âWe broke up..you said I was special. I thought we could be tog-â
He raises his hand and shakes his head. âIâm gonna stop you right there Karina. You were fun, but that hookup was all weâre ever gonna have. I never told you to break up with him.â
âSo thatâs it? Weâre over?â
He wants to laugh, âKarina we were never a thing.â
âFuck you, Heeseung.â He watches her stomp away with tears in her eyes.Â
He looks back at your table and sees your back is turned to him.Â
Ah fuck, were you mad? He watches you grab a box of donated food and walk into the small donation building you two work out of.Â
Perfect, he can talk to you alone.Â
âAre you mad at me?â Heeseung asks, walking into the donation room startling you.Â
âWhy do you ask that?â You mumble avoiding his gaze.
âYouâve wonât even look at me, angel.â He stands next to you as you place the food on the shelf. You look at him briefly and chew your bottom lip nervously. Â
âI'm just busy Heeseung, we have a lot of food to sort through.â
âI don't care angel, what's wrong?â He moves closer to you, caging you against the shelf youâre working on.Â
âAre you dating that girl that was all over you?â You blurt out before you realize. You feel the embarrassment wash over you. Way to keep it cool.Â
He studies your face before breaking out into a smug grin. You werenât mad at him, you were jealous of Karina.Â
âDoes that matter?â He asks, leaning toward you testing just to see how jealous you really were.Â
âI guess not, what you do with easy girls is your business.â You bite.Â
He barks a laugh, oh you were so fucking jealous and it was so fucking hot. He has never heard you talk bad about anyone before. But here you were, calling Karina easy because you liked him. He was already tainting you.Â
âIâm not dating her, angel.â
âShe was all over you,â you whisper. He watched your annoyed expression turn into a pout and your eyes avoided his nervously.Â
Oh you poor sweet thing. If only you knew how much I wanted to fuck you, you wouldnât be jealous of some slut.Â
âAw, did my angel not like that?âHe says with faux sympathy, caressing your cheek.Â
âDonât make fun of me!â His touch only ignited that burning feeling in the pit of your belly.
âIâm not angel, youâre just so fucking cute when youâre jealous.â
âIâm not jealous!â You try not to melt into his touch but itâs hard. And he looks so inviting.Â
He was standing so close to you. His cologne overwhelmed your senses, you could feel the warmth of his body heat. He watches your face and smiles, noticing how your eyes keep dropping to his lips, having a hard time on where to keep your focus.Â
Time to test the waters a little further.Â
âAm I making you nervous, angel?âÂ
âNo,â you lie. He chuckles, he knows youâre lying, your body gives it away. He can see your pink cheeks, your clenched fists at your side and watches you rub your thighs together. He leans down and places his lips right on your earlobe and he inhales the scent of your floral shampoo. He feels you shudder against him.
âDoes anyone else get your little body reacting this way?â His breath fans across your neck. You almost whine when he removes his face and stares down at you with hooded eyes.Â
He pushes a piece of hair behind your ear and runs his thumb along your jaw. Stopping at your bottom lip he rubs it softly, of course itâs soft.Â
The vivid images of your dream flash across your brain and your eyes widen remembering him doing the same thing after your orgasm. He sees your panicked gaze and he can feel his cock throbbing in his jeans. His gaze darkens, âyouâre so fucking pretty, angel.â
His touch made your skin feel warm, it sent little shockwaves throughout your body and was leaving an uncomfortable mess between your thighs.Â
âI-um..have to go..â you push past him and quickly walk out of the little room. You needed to breathe, your body was going into overdrive and it felt like it was on fire. This wasnât supposed to feel good. Your body isnât supposed to react that way. These feelings..were sinful.Â
The donation drive was still busy and you didnât want to be seen. Spotting the empty church you decide its best to put distance between you and Heeseung and try to ground yourself from these overwhelming feelings. You run in and look around the familiar space, you need to pray. You needed to beg for forgiveness. You needed to do something to stop these feelings.Â
Your eyes lock onto the confessional booth and you breathe a sigh of relief. That could work.
Shutting the door to the small confessional you sit on the wooden chair and try to calm your breathing. You never felt this out of control of your body before, with an uncomfortable tightening in your abdomen.Â
You hear the door to the otherside of the confessional open and close, only able to see the silhouette of the person coming in because of the latticed divider providing anonymity for the people who are using it to confess their sins to your father.Â
âAre you really hiding from me, in here?â
Of course itâs him.Â
âWhat do you want, Heeseung?â You try your best to sound stable but your voice comes out shaky.Â
âWhy are you hiding from me angel?â
His voice was laced with more faux sympathy. He knows what heâs doing. He also knows youâre too naive to pick up on how heâs messing with you.Â
âYou..you make me feel weird..â
âIn a bad way?â He canât help the smile that creeps on his face.Â
âIn a way..Iâve never felt before..it scares me..I donât know what to do..â
Fuck you sounded so good like this. So desperate, so ready to be molded into his little slut.Â
âAre you wet..â
He was feeling bold now.Â
âW-what..â
He can hear the trembling in your voice. He lowers his voice and presses his lips against the lattice screen so you can hear him clearly.Â
âIs your little pussy wet for me, angel?â
âH-Heeseung! Weâre in the church! Donât say things like that..â
He can hear the change in your breathing and whine in your tone. Oh, this was going to be a piece of cake.Â
You hear him fiddle with the buckle of his belt. âPut your hand in your panties, angel..â
âI can-canât do that..â You gasp, was he serious? Was he really going to do such immoral things in the confessional?Â
âYes you can angel, do it for me. Itâll make you feel good, baby girl, I promise.âÂ
As much as he wanted to degrade and ruin you, he couldnât risk you running out of this booth and telling your father. He had to play with you a little to get you wanting more of him.Â
âTouch yourself..tell me how it feels angel..â
His tone was soft and comforting, maybe..maybe just this once. And he was offering to help, you would be rude to not accept his help, right?
Slipping your shaking fingers into your skirt and into your panties you feel the amount of arousal that has leaked out of you. âWh-what do you want me to do..â
He groans, throwing his head back on the confessional wall. The question alone was enough to tip him over the edge. You really were an innocent angel, he was going to mold you into the perfect plaything for him.Â
âRub your pussy baby, just keep rubbing it for me.â
He spits in his palm and starts rubbing his weeping cock.Â
You slid your fingers between your slicked lips, lightly grazing your clit, making your hips buck in the air and a loud whimper escaping your lips before you could clamp your teeth on your bottom lip. You had never felt the need to masturbate before, this was all new to you. You find your clit again and rub your fingers faster against it, moaning out again, he presses his head against the lattice desperate to see you but can only make out the silhouette of your body and your arm moving. He fucks his fist faster to the sounds of your whimpers.Â
âI can hear how wet you are angel, fuck I bet youâre dripping all over the chair. Donât you dare go inside, Iâm the only one going inside of that virgin pussy.âÂ
His dirty mouth only makes you whine and clench around nothing. You pressed your fingers to your entrance, you didn't slip inside, just teased the hole to get a feel for it, even more of your arousal was leaking out of you. You prop a leg on the chair giving you better access to your clit and your rub harder and faster against the swollen bundle.Â
âCum for me angel, let me hear my angelâs sweet voice when she cums.â His voice is husky and you replay the images of your dream, mixed with hearing the sounds of his groans and the squelching of his hand around his cock send you into overdrive moving your hand faster. Your vision goes spotty and you moan out in ecstasy as your orgasm hits you hard and fast. Your head hits the wall as you whine loudly, your toes curling in your shoes. The sound has Heeseungâs eyes rolling into his head and he chokes out a gasp as his cum shoots out in hot thick spurts and coats his hand and part of the confessional box.Â
You sink into your chair and try to breathe, your body still convulsing from little aftershocks of your first ever orgasm. Coming down from your euphoric high you see the little cross above the door and feel the shame.Â
What have you done? Itâs bad enough to act on such desires..but in a confessional. This had to be unforgivable.Â
Stepping out of the confessional box on shaky legs you look around the church and feel the shame overtake the high you were just on.Â
You're in a church, in God's house, and you just masturbated in a confessional box. The reality of your actions repeating over and over in your head.Â
Heeseung opens the door to his side of the box and immediately engulfs you in his arms, his mouth is in yours before you even have time to react; your first kiss.
Itâs soft at first, both of his hands coming to cup your face but he gets hungrier by the second. Moving his soft lips against yours chasing every movement, you almost forget to breathe trying to pull away but his grip is tight on you. Sliding his tongue in between your lips and lightly massages your own causing a small groan to bubble within you. He smirks, feeling how cautious and uncertain your tongue moves against his. He pulls away, giving your bottom lip one last lick and pecking it one last time.Â
âWe should get back out there, angel.âÂ
Sunday approached quicker than you would have liked. You spent days replaying the events of what happened with Heeseung over and over. A part of you felt saddened by the whole thing, he didnât talk to you about it afterward and he didnât call or text and it seemed like maybe he just wanted to add you to the long list of girls he had. But another part of you was desperate for more of him, wanting him to do more, and wanting to be enough so that he wouldnât need those other girls. The conflicting sides of you causing inner turmoil and questioning your place in the world.
You spent your whole life with a moral code, you never let anyone challenge that or try and change who you were. And now, you didnât know where you stood. Because if Heeseung didnât want to be with you, and he was just using you, that would mean you changed your core values for someone who didnât respect you. And what respectable man would want you after that? After you easily give up your innocence to someone with a questionable reputation.Â
You shake the thoughts out of your head and wipe the tears on the back of your hand and continue to straighten up the church altar. Services ended an hour ago, everyone had gone home and you were left alone to clean up the altar and the mess of your life. Heeseung didnât sit with you today like he usually did and it was his last Sunday of his community service sentence, he left right after service. So itâs safe to assume he's just gone and you were passing the time for him while he was here.Â
âWhat are you doing in here?â Heeseung asks, startling you. You turn around and watch him walk down the aisle to the altar he sees you cleaning.
âJust putting some stuff away,â you mumbled wiping the rag across the marble altar table.Â
âWhere is your father?â He asks looking around making sure no one was in sight.Â
âThe clergy have a lunch meeting together this afternoon, I told my father Iâd stay behind to clean so he can attend.â
He hears the sadness in your voice and bites back a smile. He saw you the entire service staring at him with hopeful eyes trying to get his attention. He wanted you to miss him, to want him, to need him. And judging by the sad tone and watery eyes, his plan had worked. He had you right where he wanted you.Â
âWhy are you still here? Isnât today your last Sunday?â you ask, finally meeting his eyes. Â
âIs that why youâre sad, angel? Because you think Iâd leave without my girl?â He smiled, stopping in front of the altar. You roll your eyes and turn back around to finish what you were doing.Â
âIâm not your girl Heeseung,âÂ
âYou and I both know thatâs a lie, angel. Careful, God doesnât like liars.â He taunts coming up behind you and rubbing his hands down your arms. He feels you tense under his touch, the goosebumps evident on your skin.Â
Dropping his face down to your shoulder he sighs softly, âyou know, you look really angelic right now..standing here in this pretty white dress, all these candles lit, it's almost sinful how beautiful you look.â He whispers in your ear gently nipping at your earlobe.Â
You grip the rag in your hand tightly. âWhat do you want from me, Heeseung?âÂ
âI want you,â He answers, kissing your shoulder.Â
âI donât..I donât want to be like other girls..â you softly admit.
He smirks against your shoulder rubbing his hands on your hips and turning you around.
âAngel, youâre nothing like the other girls.â
âReallyâŠ?â You look up at him with your wide doe eyes and he smiles.Â
Gotcha, angel. Youâre mine now.Â
âTrust me baby, they donât compare to you..â
The innocent smile on your face was going straight to his cock. He needed to work fast. Rubbing your cheek tenderly he kisses your lips, letting his tongue work its way into your mouth. He grabs your hand in his larger one and guides it down to the front of his jeans placing it right over his hard on. You gasp and pull away confused, but he chases your mouth with his and continues to kiss you while he âwhinesâ to you.Â
âAngel..kiss..it hurts..kiss..it hurts so bad..kiss..please touch me angel..kiss..make it better..please..â The soft whine in his voice makes you want to help. You donât want him to hurt, you have to help him.Â
You were too fucking easy to mold.Â
He unbuckles his jeans and lowers them just enough to release himself. Your hands are clumsy as you reach for him, he sees your nervousness and it only fuels the fire. Wrapping your small hand around his heavy length you look at him for guidance. He wraps his hand around yours and guides it up and down in a pumping motion. You watch his eyes close and hear him hiss, âFuckâŠjust like that angel..â
He lets you work on his length for a few seconds before he tests the waters again.Â
âAngel..I need more..I need your mouth. Can you be a good girl and get on your knees for me?â
You stop pumping him and look at him for a few seconds. You nod, and drop to your knees on the wooden floor and you finally fully take the sight of him. Heâs long and thick, it's two toned with an angry red tip and precum leaking from the slit. The sight had your mouth watering.
The sight of you finally on your knees in front of him was almost too much. He wasnât going to last long.Â
You look up at him and grab his cock and lick a circle around the mushroom tip, suckling the tip to drink in his precum.Â
His knees almost give out instantly. This was definitely better than any prior sexual experience he had ever had.Â
âAngel..â He breathes out and makes a makeshift ponytail out of your hair. You keep his eye contact and take his length slowly into your mouth hoping you're doing okay. Your tongue glides around his throbbing length and he moans again.Â
âDo you want me to guide you angel..âÂ
You hum around him and the smug grin returns to his face. âRelax your jaw and let me take over.â
You obey and he hums stroking your cheek. The sweet affection only lasts for a second before he pulls your mouth further down his cock and you choke around him. The vibrations only added to his pleasure. Tears sting your eyes as he starts to fuck your face pushing your head down further and further on his cock.Â
âThatâs it angel..youâre doing so well for me..â
His praises only fuel you to try and be good for him. You let him continue to pound into your throat, the chocked sounds around his cock pushing him close to his release.Â
Your teary eyes and mouth wrapped around him, have him seeing stars, he pulls out quickly. He was only going to cum in one hole today and it wasnât going to be your mouth. He watches the spit and precum dribble down your chin and mix with your tears.Â
Fuck. He was so close to losing all self control.Â
âFuck me angel, you look so good like this, what would God say of he saw you like this,â He teases wiping the mess off your chin.
âDonât say that..âyou frowned.
The pout..that fucking pout did it. It pushed him to the edge.Â
âFuckâŠI cant hold on anymore I have to fuck you.â His eyes narrowed as he gripped you by your hair to your feet. Â
âHee-Heeseung I canât..â you shake your head and try to back away.Â
âYou can and you will, angel.â
You stare at him with a confused expression, was he serious? He doesnât give you time to take in his words because he's picking you up and leaning you against the marble altar you just cleaned. He places you on the altar, discarding the large Bible, and other items to the floor before sitting you down and slotting himself between your legs.Â
He grabbed the front of your dress and yanked it down with your bra exposing your bare tits to him, your nipples instantly harden from the cool air.Â
You truly looked sinful. Sitting on the church altar, bible discarded on the floor, lit candles around the both of you, the sun shining in through the stained glass windows painting you in red hues, if there truly was a God Heeseung was going to hell for what he was about to do to Godâs favorite angel.
Your doe eyes were wide with anticipation as you stared at him waiting for his next move. Everything around you seemed to have blur out, no longer caring where you were. All you could focus on was Heeseung.Â
He takes one of your hardened nipples into his mouth and massages the other with his large hand, pinching the bud between his fingers. Your jaw goes slack at the feeling of his tongue, you arch into him at the new sensation.Â
While you're distracted he slips his hand under your dress and skillfully tugs down your panties, of course noticing how the entire front of them are completely drenched in your arousal. He bites down harder on your nipple and sucks harshly causing you to arch your back again and lean your head back further and he carefully slots the ruined panties in his back pocket while youâre not looking. A perfect reminder of today.Â
Pulling away he kisses your chest before standing up and looking down on you, he pushes you gently on your back, you shiver feeling the cold marble under your back. He pushes your knees up and places your feet flat on the altar displaying your leaking pussy to him. He licked his bottom dip, he wanted a taste of you, but time was a factor and he needed to get his dick in you fast before you got lost in your head and changed your mind.Â
He ran his fingers over your slippery pussy gathering some of your moisture and rubbed around your entrance and slowly pushed one of his long fingers inside. He watched your eyes flutter shut and mouth drop open. Fuck, you were impossibly tight.
You felt your walls clenching around him and he shoved another finger in. You moaned out at the intrusion.
You pushed yourself up on your elbows as watched and he continued to scissor his two fingers inside of you to stretch you out.
âDoes it feel good angel?â He whispers against your knee and kisses it.Â
You nod cautiously, taking your bottom lip between your teeth.Â
âYoure so fucking tight I donât know if my cock will fit in this little pussy angel.â He smirks feeling how you clench around his fingers at his dirty talk.Â
His long fingers explored you searching for that special spot. He taps a particular spongy spot and you drop back onto your back moaning loudly, and your hips buck into his hand.Â
Found it.Â
The amount of moisture leaking out of you was sinful, he dropped his head between your thighs and licked a stripe from his fingers to your clit to just get a taste of you. You jerked at the sensation and clenched harder around his fingers.Â
Fuck, he usually couldnât be bothered about going down on women, but you tasted so sweet he was definitely going to have to spend an hour or two later just devouring your leaking cunt. Kissing the inside of your thigh he fucks his fingers into you faster, making sure to hit that spongy spot.
âCome on angel..cum for me..â
He latches his mouth back onto your chest leaving purple bites in his path. You groan the feeling of that familiar knot in your abdomen is back. Running your fingers through his messy dark hair you arch into his mouth and you release all over his hand crying out. His fingers stayed inside of you working you through your orgasm.
Watching you come down from your high his dark eyes flicker to the large cross above you and he chuckles softly, maybe he should thank the heavens for bringing you to him.Â
His smirk is devilish as he pulls his fingers from you and pumps himself a few times and pulls your body closer to his awaiting cock.
He sees the apprehension on your face and smiles. âDonât worry angel, Iâll make it fit.â
You nervously try to close your legs but he slaps the outside of your thigh making you whine, âyour pussy is mine, angel. Donât you dare hide it from me.â
You whine and let him spread your legs.Â
He grabbed his cock and spreads your release along his aching length. He pressed his tip to your folds and rubbed it back and forth, from clit to your entrance making you writhe in overstimulation.
In a moment of slight panic realizing what was about to happen you bring your hands up to his chest to try and stop him and push him away.Â
âWait Heeseung..I donât think Iâm ready.â
âStop thinking, angel, just let me think for you,â He smirks and you feel his mushroom tip stretching you as he pressed inside of you slowly. He lifted the bottom of your dress to your chest so he wouldn't miss the view.
You hissed and he went deeper, pushing a little at a time. He pushed your body down on the altar flat on your back as he pushed into your walls further. Your nails scraping the marble under you and tears filled your wide eyes as you felt him reach the thin barrier of your virginity. This was it, there wasn't any coming back from this.
You took a shaky breath, your body was trembling underneath him, he moaned loudly as he ripped right past it and you choked a sob when you felt it break.
God, forgive me.
You let out a small pained whimper as he continued stretching you to your limit, the further he pushed in the more painful it was. Finally, he reached the hilt inside your tight virgin hole. His pelvis pressed right against yours.Â
He stayed buried inside your heat as he leaned down and placed a tender soft kiss on your lips. Nipping at your bottom lip and slithering past the barrier and exploring your mouth trying to distract you from the discomfort. Your mouth was slack against his, the stretch was too painful to focus on anything else.
Breaking the kiss, he looked down at you grinning at the sight of the small bulge under your belly button where his cock was.Â
âYouâre taking all of me so well angel,â
He pressed down on the bulge and watched you gasp out. âYou feel that? God made you for me.â He whispered, wrapping his hand around your neck applying slight pressure.Â
You were shaking, the tears never streaming down your reddened cheeks. He pulled out of you and you breathed a sigh of relief from the pain subsiding but he pushed back in you hard, causing another choked sob from your throat. He kept his thrusts steady at first, easing himself in and out as you whimpered and writhed under him. He took a second to admire the way your body twisted against him. The more his cock filled you, the better it started to feel, the dull pain between your legs starting to fade into bliss.Â
He smiles proudly seeing you start to relax and let your body rock against his.Â
âThatâs it angel, fuck your little virgin pussy on meâ He sped up his thrusts, moving his hand between the two of you and pressing his thumb down on your clit. Your back arches off the altar, âoh god!â
âNot God babyâŠsay my name..scream it.â
You wrapped your thighs around him as he rocked into you. âHeeseung!â
Your eyes rolled back as your body was fully succumbing to the pleasure. You could barely feel any pain anymore as he fucked harder and faster into you. Your hands went straight to his shoulders for leverage, âM-moreâŠHee-Heeseung more..â
He groaned, watching you bounce against him. licking his lips, his pace picked up. âMy angel wants more? You want me to fuck you harder baby?â
You nod, scraping your nails down his shoulders.
âSay it angel. Tell me what you want.â
He needed to hear it, he needed to hear the dirty words leave your mouth. He had to hear and see the vision of you heâs been so desperate to have.Â
Your wide teary eyes stare up at him, the silver cross necklace bouncing on your chest with every harsh thrust he gives only adds to the sinful sight.
âFuck me..please fuck me, Heeseung.â
The sight and sound was better than anything he could have ever imagined.
He plunged into you without any restraint, no more holding back. You were like his very own fuckdoll now, your body was at his mercy. His thumb kept rubbing your clit, The noises escaping him were feral. He was lost to his own pleasure.
His thrusts grew even more ferocious as he hammered into you relentlessly. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced your head to look down where he was entering you.Â
âDo you see that angel? Youâre mine now,â he growled.
You clenched your jaw as you looked at the sight of his cock entering you at a fast pace. His entire pelvis was coated with your arousal, you could see a small hint of your blood along his cock.
He noticed it too, it only made him want to fuck your harder.
âSay it, say youâre mine,â
"I-I'm y-yours!"
You hugged him with your legs, clinging to his shoulders as you came again. Your walls squeeze him tight as you released yourself on his cock. "Iâm going to cum, angel,â He mumbled against your open mouth. He threw his head and you felt the spurts of warmth bloom within you. He let his head hang back for a few seconds, catching his breath. He slowly pushed your body back down onto the altar as he stayed buried inside of you, looking down at your fucked out body. His hand glided over your trembling thighs. Leaning down on top of you, he kisses along your collarbone as you continue to shake from your orgasm.
You both stayed in each other's arms panting for a few more minutes, his lips leaving soft kisses along your sweaty skin. He hears you sniffle and he pulls away to see the cause. Your face is tilted back as you stare at the large cross above the both of you as silent tears stream down your face. He only smirks, he won.Â
Your arms are still wrapped around him, he takes your left arm and removes it from him, breaking you out of your trance. Gently grabbing your wrist he brings your hand to his mouth and slips your ring finger into his mouth and uses his tongue to aid him in removing the silver purity ring. He holds the once sacred jewelry between his teeth with a cocky grin and spits it out. You cringe hearing the metal clink and bounce off of the marble altar. âYou definitely canât wear that anymore, angel.âÂ
He rubs his large hands over your thighs and up your stomach. âYou donât belong to God anymore.â He pulls out of you and smiles watching the creamy mess leak out of you and fall onto the sacred altar. You whine loudly when he dips a finger into your sore hole, he scoops a small amount of both of your releases and taps your lips. You open obediently and let him slip the mixture into your mouth. âYou belong to me now.â
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WORDCOUNTâ 13.8k
PAIRINGâ jake sim x afab reader
CONTENTâ smut, inexperienced but pervy and dominant jake, he kind of has an addiction to jerking off, im not joking like he has a boner every twenty minutes itâs probably a medical issue but, reader is really sex positive and lets jake go absolutely insane on her
NOTEâ not proof read in the way it needed to be. disclaimer: this is straight up just porn. it had a plot at one point but i deleted all of it and wrote this instead. also this is posted on my other blog [@ncteez] for mark lee. yes, i wrote it for both of them bc they both fit the shoe ok? ok.
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smut tagsâ jake isnât submissiveâ just a loser, loads of masturbation, also loads of loads lmfao, jakeâs dick is 8 inches in this one, public humiliation, dirty talk, teasing, pussy eating / face sitting, mentions of free use, unprotected sex, wayyyy way too much cum, raw grinding, attempts at deep throat, accidental face fucking, finger fucking, suffocation, riding, squirting, implications to the fact that orgasms are not the end of the fic bc they just keep going, some say theyâre still fucking to this day.Â
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âFeels so good! Harder! Fuck m-âÂ
Jake slams his laptop shut in an exasperated sigh. Frustrated, annoyed, fucking horny.Â
Always horny. To the point that nothing excites him anymore. Not his hard-on being palmed at by his own hand, not the make-shift pocket pussy heâs made out of household objects, not the porn on page one or on page seventy-three.Â
Honestly, even as hard as he is now, itâs arguable that he could just start punching his cock and heâd still remain in this state until something changes. And you know what sucks more than not being able to get off? Being hard so constantly that itâs just a state of living at this point.Â
Itâs sad. He could be washing caked ketchup off of a plate and his cock would still lend a little jump. A reminder that his hand is no longer enough. A fucking threat that if he doesnât sink into a pretty hole soon, he might as well just kill himself.Â
The idea doesnât seem too bad anymore, as he lays flat on his back with his cock in hand on his messy sheets. He stares up at the ceiling with another long-winded groan, wondering why he has to have such an insatiable libido and probably twice as much stamina. If he could just get off heâd have at least a little bit of time in his day to feel normal before it takes hold of his brain again.Â
Itâs the fact that heâs grown entirely numb to his own hand and feels like heâs going crazy because he hasnât been able to hook-up with anyone in nearly a year. Porn is boring, he swears heâs seen just about all of the good, bad, and bizarre. Post nut clarity barely exists because there is no clarity by the time he finally gets that hard-to-reach nut. Bad luck, maybe. Awful fucking miserable luck? Thatâs more fitting.Â
For the sake of the girls in this city, perhaps itâs good that he canât manage to land a hook-up. Surely theyâd be unable to walk by the time he gets his fill, that is if he manages to get a fill at all. And itâs gotten to the point that Jake has almost entirely given up on finding a girl at all. One thatâs willing to put up with his near-constant need to get his dick wet, anyway.Â
Almost given up.
A thought crosses his mind as he lazily palms himself with a bored sigh, knowing heâll end up locked up in an asylum somewhere if this doesnât stop. The voice of Jay in his head doing little to make his cock soften, which isâŠnot something Jake is proud to admit.
âDude, you gotta put a stop to this shit. This is your third laptop this year!â Jay had said to him. âItâs only June!â
Maybe Jay was right, and maybe Jake should have downloaded the new app that was mentioned shortly after the scolding rather than immediately going to another, even more, shady porn site. âHeard this one was really good.â Jay had advertised. âEven got Jungwon laid.âÂ
Well, maybe it wouldn't hurt to try another app despite the immense amount of failure Jake has already faced regarding previous attempts with other platforms. After all, if it got Jungwon laid, surely it could get him laid too.Â
Maybe this one really is better.
And at the end of the day, Jake does download the app. After all, creating a profile is easy, finding a girl though?Â
Weâll see.
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Ah. Okay. Nice.
Jake stays glued to his phone all night. He really had no hope that this app would offer him anything more than what the others did. But, oh.Â
The app allows specific features, most of which are not aimed towards users looking for a relationship. Dick and body sizes are out in the open, thereâs sections you can fill out regarding what youâre looking for in a sexual partner, how often youâre willing to see said partner, and if youâre looking for a regular fuck or a one time fuck.Â
Safe to say, Jakeâs profile went a little something like this:Â
you can call me jake, im 24. just looking for a girl either for regular visits or a one night stand thatâs willing to deal with a guy who literally suffers from chronic-boner syndrome.
LOOKING FOR: Female
PREFERENCE: One Time Only, Occasional Meetups, On-call, Regular meetups, Permanent Friends-With-Benefits, Secret Meet, Virtual Meet, Audio Meet, Rebound CâŠ[Click to see more]
PARTNER REQUIREMENTS: N/A
SIZE REFERENCE: 8 Âœâ hard, 4â soft, 5.6â circumference
SEXUAL INTERESTS: Vanilla, Free Use, BDSM, Begging, Breeding, Dom/Sub, Dominatrix, CBT, Role Play, Public Humiliation, Edging, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Phone Sex, Virtual Sex, Group Sex, Humiliation, Cock Play, Cum Dump, Religion, Raw, Multiple Orgasms, Androgyny, Genital Piercings, Older Women, Body Art, Wax, Anal, Financial Domina...[Click to see more]
NOT INTERESTED IN: Cuckolding, Voyeurism
OTHER: im not very experienced in most of these, i just watch a lot of porn
Embarrassing? Yeah, probably.Â
Looks like a lot of women are into that though if his inbox is anything to go by, anyway. With him checking the app every few minutes to find ten new messages? Yeah, theyâre feeling him.Â
He can only imagine what the fuck Jungwon had on his profile to actually land a hook-up. Couldnât have been any worse than his own, after all, Jake is desperate and so was Jungwon at one point.Â
Apparently girls like desperate guys.Â
Message after message, degrading comments and praise, all from either women clad in leather or sweet looking church girls who must have the app hidden deep within their phones. Thereâs barely anyone in between those two categories, actually.Â
âHi baby boy, you looking for a sugar mama?âÂ
âur dick really that big? lol, what do you even mean by âchronic boner syndromeâ?âÂ
âyouâre so desperate to get laid, might as well just doxx yourself at this pointâŠplease.â
Arguably, these women are very forward and he has a great time sifting through the ones heâs interested in. Scrolling through all of these messagesâŠ.does not help his case regarding his insatiable need to fuck something either so, naturally, heâs also 100% jerking off the entire time heâs doing this.
Still, never quite able to reach the orgasm he needs by this point.
Up until thereâs a message that catches his attention. No degrading, no insults, no borderline-too-kinky insinuations. Which, given, Jake probably shouldnât have selected the majority of the kinks just to pull more girls, but he did.Â
And upon reading the message, he almost doesnât know if this girl is real.Â
âHigh libido, no girls around to help you out, I take it? Rough.â
One look at her profile spikes even more interest. Her sexual interests include a list of things he wishes he didnât fit. But he does, though heâd never admit it. Inexperienced men, losers, virgins, micro-penis, big penis, praise (receiving), body worshipâ
Oh.
Fuck yeah.
He responds quickly, already feeling the orgasm within him bubble up as he tries to pretend he doesnât go on a war path of responding to everyone after you, but still. Your message box with him remains in his mind as he awaits the response to his message of âyou looking to help me out?âÂ
Every ping on his phone afterwards makes his cock twitch more, makes it dribble out little beads of pre-cum with each pass of his palm, only for him to sigh out of frustration that itâs just another person that wants to devour him whole. Which, heâll take what he can get if his first choice never responds but still. He wants to get off to you.
He finds himself on your profile more often than anyone elseâs too, looking at the same three photos youâve posted, noting how you donât seem super active on the app, but active enough to find him by some beautiful grace of God.Â
Youâre kind of perfect, honestly. Fairly mundane compared to most of the women in his inbox, but cool nonetheless. He can tell you have an eye for fashion but it seems to be more geared towards your real life self rather than the secret fetish/kink app youâve got downloaded.
And thatâs the thing. Most of these women, beautiful or not, are dressed in their best sexual attire just to message a possible fuck, while during their daily lives they probably wear conservative dresses and pant suits. WhichâŠ.arguably thatâs kind of hot. Then again, what isnât hot to him these days?
You though. You have normal pictures posted just like he does. Your tits arenât out, your legs arenât open, you donât have a pile of sex toys behind or beside you and yet still your pictures turn him on more than those who do. Insane how his cock twitches at just these three photos, fucking insane how he grows a near instant obsessed thinking about how youâŠuh, deal with the losers you seem to be looking for. Â
Then again, maybe itâs the mystery of whatâs under your clothes, or whatâs in your stash of sex toys. Oh, whatever youâre hiding has got be so fucking hot. Naturally, he groans at the amount of sexuality you barely give. Thinking far, far too hard about it all, given the circumstances.Â
Donât get him wrong, he can get down with the hoes. In fact, he very much wants to get down with a hoe. But man, the way you stand out because youâre somehowâŠ.boring compared to everyone else?
Please.
Fucking pretty please, let him in between those thighs.Â
And just as he scrolls again through your photos, that long-awaited orgasm hits him like a brick.
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A mere two days later you find yourself in the inbox with the self-proclaimed boner-god. Heâs since proven his size with photos involving different objects beside said penis, and even a video or two of his frantic hands jerking off to you.Â
Ah, heâs kind of perfect if you think about it. At first you thought that it was just roleplay for him or something. Where he plays a guy who canât get enough, though he clearly probably does. It wasnât until you were woken up at four in the morning with him spamming your inbox that you suddenly realized this dude is actually as desperate as he seems.Â
Normally, being spammed awake by your phone pinging consistently would bother you. But goddamn was he needing it. Just three hours before now it was mostly casual conversation with him, albeit about hooking-up, but still. The two of you agreed to determine on the following day if you were compatible enough for a meet up. He said goodnight to you, and you said it back.Â
Then you woke up to three dick pics, one voice note with a borderline pathetic apology (only because you could still hear him going at it), and then like fourteen messages of him trying to wake you up intentionally.Â
JAKE_02 sent you a message: You awake?
Dick pic #1.Â
JAKE_02 sent you a message: Youâre so pretty, sorry lol
Dick pic #2Â
JAKE_02 sent you a message:Â Wake uppppppppppp!Â
JAKE_02 sent you a message:Â Please? :(
Dick pic #3, precum smeared across his fingers as he grips it.Â
JAKE_02 sent you a message:Â Do you already have me silenced?
JAKE_02 sent you a message: Iâd let you silence me hahahaâŠ.
JAKE_02 sent you a voice memo: âSorry about all this, I really meant it when I said I have a problem. You should probably just block me because Iâm going to end up begging to see you otherwiseâ
Oh, he has an accent.Â
JAKE_02 sent you a message: your profile says you like inexperienceâŠ..well iâve only slept with like 3 girls, is that inexperienced enough?
JAKE_02 sent you a message: do you like to tease guys like that? like edge them and stuff?Â
JAKE_02 sent you a message: oh damn, thatâd be so hotÂ
JAKE_02 sent you a message: do you like it when guys beg btw?Â
Etcetera.Â
And, well, apparently he just has a lot to say. Itâs cute how embarrassed he must feel basically getting himself off with a one-sided sext session with you as you were sleeping. At least, you hope heâs embarrassed.Â
You let his messages simmer for a while, waiting to see if he sends anything else. And when he doesnât, you respond.Â
YOURUSERNAME: that was cute.Â
Itâs the way heâs instantly trying to respond that really gets you going. You chuckle first, knowing already that youâd probably help him out based on this situation alone.Â
YOURUSERNAME: trying to wake me up because you canât stop touching yourself? :( poor baby.Â
JAKE_02: oh god please donât say that
JAKE_02: im gonna end up awake all night trying to get it to go down again
YOURUSERNAME: thatâs good to hear. so you can go for a long time then?Â
Yes, youâre teasing him.Â
JAKE_02: if youâd let me
YOURUSERNAME: you already got off tonight tho, didnât you?
JAKE_02: i donât think you understand just how bad it is. iâm already getting my dick out again
You lend yourself a sly chuckle after a deep yawn, knowing for a fact that youâre about to make him prove to you that heâs either still hard or really did get off only to get hard again by a mere few messages from you.Â
YOURUSERNAME: show me?
And he does. Similar to the other three photos, only this time he sends a short video with his shorts pushed down his thighs and his cock raging hard and pathetic against his stomach. Again, heâs big, that much is true, but the fact that such a dick is always ready to fuck? To the point heâs desperate? To the point heâs embarrassing about it?
YOURUSERNAME: how bad do you wanna bury that in me?
Oh, shit. Jake could fucking die right now. You seem so willing, which is truly what he needs at this point in his sexual sickness. Â
JAKE_02: iâll come over right now.Â
JAKE_02: let me come over and show you
YOURUSERNAME: letâs wait a bit for that, gotta meet officially before I let you fuck me
And you do intend to make him wait, knowing for a fact that youâre not meeting this guy tonight. Thereâs too much danger in that. Given how desperate he actually is, you can argue that if you changed your mind upon meeting, he very well may not care. Which, thatâs something you need to worry about with any person you meet on such an app, but still.
Public meeting first.Â
Always.
JAKE_02: right, right, that makes sense.Â
JAKE_02: so can i see your pussy then
You stifle a laugh as if the man can hear you, heâd probably like that though. But yeah, no. As much as you know heâd enjoy that, itâs best to let him experience it for the first time in real life if all of this goes well. So, you settle with tits.Â
Meaning, he has to settle with them too.Â
And the photo is all but enough for Jake. The ping of his phone was far too exciting with the flash of the image sinking into his eyes. Sure, he wanted to see your hole open for him, he wanted to see your pretty hands spreading your lips for the picture, he wanted to see what he might get to fuck into somedayâ butâŠ
This is good enough for him, honestly. Seeing your tits alone is hot enough, but itâs the fact that you only barely let him see. The plush skin of your lower breasts are peeking from under the shirt you're wearing, one nipple barely out, the other completely hidden.Â
He moans out at it, holding his cock tight and painfully as he glares into the screen of his phone. God, he can almost taste it.Â
JAKE_02: thats so hotâŠbutâŠ.
JAKE_02: pussyâŠ.
JAKE_02: please show me your pussy
Another chuckle at how desperate he really is. You lower your phone just a bit, not at all intending to show him all of it but you do lend a panty shot with your legs spread. Heâll live with it, he doesnât have a choice.Â
And he does live with it because he cums almost instantly upon seeing just your thighs open. He wouldnât have been able to hit climax so quickly had you already had this photo posted for all to see. Itâs the fact that you sent it to him in the dms. Itâs the fact that you presumably just took it for him. Itâs the fact that he can almost see the outline of your folds, and the lines of your pussy that deserves to fucked open.Â
When he doesnât respond immediately, you know it was enough for him. Already youâre preparing to roll back over and get some more sleep, but your phone dings again.Â
JAKE_02: tht was hot lolâŠ.um
JAKE_02: can u come to the mall tomorrow? i work at [redacted store name], u can come see that im actually very normal if u want
You stop for a second through another yawn, thinking long and hard about it. You shrug to yourself because tomorrow is a saturday and thereâs plenty of public spaces to meet him in. And despite how fun it could be to tease him for weeks on end before officially meeting him, you, yourself, have been in a dry-spell lately.Â
And he fits your interests perfectly. In other words, yeah, you could fuck.
YOURUSERNAME: you sure youâre not gonna take me in the back and fuck me on the spot?Â
JAKE_02: âŠ.would u want me to?Â
YOURUSERNAME: no, i wanna bring you home if i think you could make me feel good
JAKE_02: hahah damn
JAKE_02: so youâll come see me?
YOURUSERNAME: yeah, iâll come see you
JAKE_02: ok cool :)
And then itâs silent for a long while. In fact, youâre nearly asleep again when your phone pings one last time. All you need to see is the notification to know that meeting Jake is gonna be fun.Â
JAKE_02 sent you a message: for the recordâŠi definitely will fuck you good
Sounds promising.Â
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You knew he was cute but holy shit, heâs like, cute cute.
Fucking handsome and charmingly cute.Â
Perhaps even, hot.Â
You stand from around a shelf to check him out. That same accent youâve heard previously rings loud and clear in your head, and his hair is definitely a stylistic mess, the type of hair you can imagine grabbing and tugging to guide a tongue between your legs. His eyes are pretty and piercing yet equally as filled with some sort of wonder. His hands, his body.
 Oh wow.Â
On any other day, youâd think heâs just some poser emo-guy working a shitty retail job so he can buy his first guitar and play it totally out of tune. But on this day, youâre aware that this is a man with a need that you very much wouldnât mind satisfying.Â
 Seeing him go about his work tasks behind the counter is another thing. Checking customers out both through the register and with his eyes when they walk away. You know he isnât aware that youâve actually shown up, and it feels nice to watch him in his element before he attempts to play himself up as a totally normal, cool dude. Especially now that you can see him secretly be a pervert on the clock.Â
Customer after customer, he smiles at them when he hands them their items, he offers small talk and little chuckles that ring in your ears, and every single time one of the pretty ones walks away, his head turns to watch them leave for a few seconds too long.
Anyone can tell he needs it if they watch him for long enough.Â
Youâre not sure why this guy is getting to you the way he is, but thereâs just something about the way that he carries himself in public that turns you on. You already know for a fact that heâs a horny motherfucker. You know that behind those charming smiles and laughs, heâs got a neglected cock needing to be used.Â
No one else in this store is aware of it. Youâre the only person here who knows he was spamming a stranger last night with dick pics and begging to see her pussy.Â
Itâs hot.Â
And when you approach, Jake nearly doesnât even know itâs you at first.Â
âHi, did you find everything youââ Jake stops mid sentence. âOh, fuck. Youâre here.â He adds, trying to primp his hair into a spot that may look a little better than it did already.
You watch as he studies you for the first time, nervously darting his tongue out and against his bottom lip just for a split second before shifting his eyes behind you, and then turning to look around to see if anyone is within ear shot.Â
No one is paying attention to either of you, and no one is going to hear what youâre about to say to him. Good.
âDo you wanna see my pussy?âÂ
Itâs a joke, mostly. Kinda.Â
You chuckle at his stunned reaction. His hands move to the counter as he clutches it and continuously looks around to make sure no one just heard those lewd ass words from a girl so goddamn hot. Like, oh god, itâs you. You really showed up to see him and already heâs not acting normal.Â
No, no. Youâre the one acting out of pocket, not him.
âIâmââ He tries to start, but his voice cracks in a very, very, embarrassing way. You hear him clear his throat before continuing. âIâm supposed to be showing you that Iâm normal.âÂ
You tilt your head at him playfully, leaning against the counter and pushing your tits together with your arms. You wore this shirt here for a reason, and boy are you glad you did. You watch his eyes go straight to your chest and stay there.Â
âPublic Humiliation.â You echo one of his sexual interests to him from his app profile. âDirty talk.â
Jake swallows around his words in stunned silence, feeling his cock wake up immediately. Fuck, this is the only place he finds peace of mind fromâŠthat. Yet here you are, with that soft and pretty voice reminding him of everything he wants but hasnât been able to have. Standing there like you know he canât bend you over right now and make you stop talking.
âEight and a half inches hard.â You continue, leaning in even closer and moving your hand to the collar of your shirt. Tugging down just a little bit. âFive point six inch circumference.âÂ
Jake squeezes his eyes shut as he leans back with a sigh, pressing his hips against the counter for some sort of relief. To think the âboringâ girl on the app wouldnât be like this? God, he knew there had to be a catch considering you were on that app to find him in the first place.Â
âPleaseââ He groans as his ears redden, lazily opening his eyes to look at your tits again. âPlease donât do this to me.âÂ
âI can imagine youâd fit it in me just right, wouldnât you Jake?â You continue briefly, noting the bulge he blatantly presses against the counter. âCan you say âpleaseâ again? Itâs kinda hot.âÂ
âPleaseââ Jake blatantly groans now, his voice sounding hoarse and low. As much as he wants you to keep going, heâs at fucking work. He canât be doing this.Â
âOkay!â You gleefully agree as you switch up like you didnât just fuck him up, lending him a bright and innocent smile as you lean back and away from him. âSo you donât want to see my pussy then?â
His relieved face falls right back into that of pained frustration as he narrows his eyes at you.Â
âRight now?â He asks curiously, nodding his head without realizing it. Sure, heâs at work but likeâŠ.your pussy is also at his work place right now.
âYeah! Can you show me to the fitting room, actually?â You ask, louder this time in case anyone has moved around within ear-shot by now. Canât make him lose his job, or whatever.
Jake swallows thickly with a nod, his eyes still narrowed at you but his mind racing a mile a minute at the fact that youâre really here right now, and this is what youâre doing to him? Enjoying his pain? Enjoying his suffering? Making it worse?Â
Five minutes ago he was perfectly fine. Youâre using his need against him and god, he loves it. Yeah, maybe he will take you to the back and try to fuck you at this point. Even if you said that you wouldnât let himâŠwhat the fuck is this then?Â
Really, he expected you to show up with an awkward hello and irritating small talk. He wanted to show you that heâs not always thinking about sex. Except he is, and it seems you want him to. You want him to think about fucking you.Â
You really just walked into this establishment and asked him if he wants to see your pussy.
Of course he wants to see it. You already fucking know that. He wants to fuck it too, like, right now.Â
And as he walks you to the fitting room, he has to try his damndest to adjust his growing cock. He nods to each customer as he walks by them, hands repeatedly going back to his lap to hide what heâs packing.
âHere it is.â Jake says in an unfocused voice, nearly staring a hole through you. âNow show me.âÂ
You dip your head in a smile, heading for the room and opening the curtain. Cheap ass store, really, most places have actual doors, but whatever.Â
Itâs easy to step inside and leave the curtain skewed a bit, knowing that Jake is hovering around the room, knowing that itâs probably protocol that an employee assist this space when itâs in use to prevent stealing and to prevent others from walking in on naked customers.Â
You like the way you see him take peeks, trying to be discreet. You like the way he keeps his hands in front of his lap, hiding that youâve definitely made him a mess of him already. You love the way he whispers a curse to himself when you sit against the bench in this small room and spread your legs wide open.Â
You bet he loves the skirt youâre wearing for him today too. Though this wasnât exactly planned or anything, you didnât expect to be this turned on upon seeing him act as desperate as he sounds. You wore this shirt so he can look, and the skirt tooâŠbut looking this much wasnât in your mind originally.Â
Heâs hot though. The way he needs it is hot.Â
âHurry up.â He groans, trying to make it seem like heâs frustrated but you know itâs just because heâs anxiously horny.Â
And, well, youâre not actually gonna show him your pussy, but at this point you feel bad because he seems really stiff right now, almost robotic in the way he likely feels uncomfortably aroused in his least favorite place. Â
âJake,â You whisper-chuckle. âIf you wanna see it, youâre gonna have to come in here and take my panties off of me.â
You hear him sigh, and see his eyes flick back to you through the small open space in the curtain.Â
âYouâre insane. I canât come in there, Iâll lose my job.â He argues with a hushed tone, eyes fixated on the very panties he wishes he could remove.Â
Even against his protests though, he reaches an arm in as he looks away. As if on extreme watch of other customers and employees roaming around. Probably pretending to grab a garment that doesnât work for you, probably just doing normal, good-employee things.Â
And, well, itâs pathetic really, the way he hopes for more. The way you offer more knowing he canât get exactly what he wants. You actually feel a bit bad for doing this, especially because it wasnât entirely in the plan.Â
You really were just coming to meet him. Itâs not your fault that watching him work turned you on solely because you know what he needs. So, you stand and walk towards the curtain, grabbing his arm and holding it in place.Â
âWellââ You start, pressing yourself against the backside of his fingers, feeling him move his hand slightly against your clit. âTouch it then.â
He goes entirely silent but you feel the way he fumbles his hand, immediately grabbing your panties and moving them to the side just to really feel. And you let him, finding it somehow cuter in the way he doesnât even ask. He does it like he needs to, like itâs instinctual to touch it. He feels for a second or two, probably closer to about five seconds before you step back. Really, itâs enough for him to know youâre wet, enough for him to suffer, enough for him to want more.Â
Jakeâs brain is on fire at it. Touching it before getting to see it? Goddamn, youâre so fucking mean.
And itâs silent for a few more moments after that as Jake keeps his hand in place, seemingly searching for a pussy just out of reach when you slide the fabric down your legs and place them directly into his hand.Â
âWhen do you get off work?â You ask slyly now, ripping the curtain open and moving his hand for him, forcing him to shove your panties in his pocket.Â
âUhââ He stutters, swallowing again around his words before clearing his throat of the moan he really needs to let out right now. âSevenâ I get off at seven.â
You nod with a smile, leaning in real close before patting his pocket.Â
âIâll text you my address.âÂ
And you leave without sparing him another glance, knowing that by the time his shift is over, heâll probably pounce the second you open your door for him.Â
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Jake suffers through the rest of his shift aggressively trying not to suck on his fingers. Fuck, he wants to taste you so bad, but to go as low as sucking the remnants for several hours just to hold him over? Truly, heâs at his wits end.Â
Mostly because he absolutely does suck his fingers any chance he gets. Tapping his lips with them as he sees a customer off, licking against them discreetly, trying to make it look normal for him to have his fingers in his mouth so consistently.Â
Itâs not doing anything to hold him over though.Â
He keeps glancing at the clock, and then at the message that reads your address. Just one more hour and he can leave. Just one more hour and he can bury his cock so deep into you that youâd never think twice about letting him do it again, and again, and again.
Oh god, really, he feels like heâs going insane as he checks out customer after customer. Every word they say somehow reminds him that heâs about to finally get laid again.Â
âCan you wrap this up for me?â One customer said to him, nodding to a set of candles.Â
Jake wishes youâd wrap him up in that pussy.Â
âDo you have this in a bigger size?â Another customer had said to him as they held up a plush sweater.Â
Jake doesnât think youâd ever need a dick bigger than his. Heâll fill you up just right.Â
â69.99?!â One customer argues. âThe sign said it was 30% off!âÂ
Jake would sixty nine you all night long if you asked. He bets you taste sweet, you probably get really wet too.Â
And by the end of the night, rain pounding on the roof, his last customer unfortunately has to hear a low groan leave his throat at their comments. Heâs very quick to cover it with a cough.Â
âSorry for coming in right before you close, the rain is bad tonight and I forgot my umbrella, thank god you guys sell them! I didnât mean to drip all over the floor like this, I hope you donât have to stay late cleaning up my mess!âÂ
âI didnât mean to drip all over your floor like thisâ Replays in his head, over and over again. God, heâd make you drip. He hopes you drip all over the floor for him. Heâd get on his knees and lick it right up, god.
He needs to leave. Right now.
âSâall good,â Jake shakes his head after the initial moan and cough cover, trying to remain casual. âItâs my job to clean it up, after all.â He smiles, his brain stuck on the feeling of how wet you were when he touched you. Shiiiit. âHave a good night, stay dry!âÂ
And finally, Jake can close out his register and lock the doors. That, he does. Performing his end-of-night tasks at lightning speed with a cock throbbing so bad that he worries he might have to get off in his car before making it to your apartment. He genuinely needs to get off, especially knowing these pretty panties are in his pocket ready to be soaked in his cum.Â
He doesnât though, no. He holds off, thrusting his hips up and against the inseam of his pants with every passing second as he drives. Heâs practically writhing by the time he gets to your place. Honestly, he moans with each movement because heâs sensitive. Itâs so, so fucking sensitive. Everything feels good, he could genuinely cum the second you open your door if heâs not careful.Â
Careful isnât something Jake can be at this moment though, not when he lands a single knock at your door and youâre immediately opening it, looking at him with that same fucking evil smile you gave to him while he was at work.Â
He looks at you and instantly lets out a frustrated moan before stepping in without another word. You feel his hands grab you much harsher than you originally thought he would, but you let him as you laugh out in a nervous chuckle.Â
âHello to you too.â You pat him on the back as his arms wrap around your middle. You hear him kick back against your door, slamming it shut before his lips hit your neck.Â
He isnât talking but goddamn you can hear what he needs to say through the way he presses his lips against you. Heâs rough with it, kissing all across your exposed skin before slipping his hand right between your legs from the back as if he doesnât have to chase anymore.Â
You were going to jerk your hips back to make him chase, but his grip is too tight and heâs nearly lifting you off the floor entirely to get a feel. You were going to force him to look at you and the outfit you changed into for him, but again, heâs not having it, it seems. He moans when he moves his lips up and against yours, hot breath desperate and needy as he finally speaks.
âDid it turn you on to torture me like that?â He nearly growls against your lips. âGot me so fucking hard.âÂ
Youâre genuinely surprised with how heâs acting and talking. Then again, heâs desperate, that much is obvious if that monster bulge rubbing against your leg is anything to go by. Perhaps he may be desperate, but you guess that doesnât always mean someone will end up submissive as a side effect.Â
âIt did.â You smile against his lips, pushing yourself forward to try and plant your feet back on the ground, chasing the ability to gain control over him. âDid you like that?â
Jake nods before shaking his head, allowing you to push forward, loving the way your hands reach for him and run through his hair before tugging. He did like what you did, but it doesnât change the fact that it was fucking torture to stand there at work like he wasnât losing his mind.Â
âIâd like it more if we skip all the bullshit,â He starts, hand still attempting to reach the spot between your legs and lips landing at the corner of your mouth. âCould go all night.â
You nod to him, gripping his shirt and pulling him back to your living room couch and spinning him around, only to shove him back.Â
âIs that a promise?â You ask, looking at the lazy way he spreads his own legs and rests his head against your couch cushions, eyes staring straight at you and cock twitching in his pants. âYou gonna fuck me all night?â
âYeahââ He breathes as if heâs in disbelief, hand reaching between his legs just to grab himself and squeeze as his eyes trail your body. âYou have no idea how bad I need this.â
âShow me then,â You nod your head to his length thatâs hidden under his pants. âLet me watch you first.â
Jake groans, rolling his eyes back both out of frustration and arousal, but he does as you say. His palm feels better with you watching, at least. He doesnât feel so numb to the pleasure with you promising your body to him, at least. He doesnât mind proving his size to you by shoving his pants down to his thighs and presenting said neglected cock to you either.Â
Itâs heavy, dark in color due to the blood thatâs likely rushing throughout every inch of it. He feels sensitive to even the air in your living room as he twitches and aches to hear you talk again, to see you in front of him watching how he pleasures himself, wishing his hand is yours.Â
âYou wanna watch?â He says in a low-rumbled voice, tracing his fingers along the head of his cock and seething out a breath through his now, bitten bottom lip. âWanna know how tight I want you to feel?â He asks now, bold and in the heat of the moment. You watch him when he squeezes the base of his cock tightly, you can almost feel yourself choke at that alone.Â
âHow wet you need to be to take it?â He continues, dragging his hand back and licking his palm before spitting into it.Â
The wetness against his hand is horrifyingly pornographic. So wet when he reaches back down to his length, allowing you to hear it squelch and slip with ease. His breath is hitched while he does it too, which nearly has you seeing him in tunnel vision.
âYeahâŠâ You tune into him entirely, swallowing around the lump in your throat and feeling yourself drip already. âI canât imagine how goodââ You cut yourself short to moan at the way his other hand holds his pants down while he jerks his hand up faster and faster. âOh god, youâreââ
âWanna see how fast I can cum just looking at you?â He continues, hand only moving faster and faster as his grip tightens more, shamelessly grunting proudly over how he could probably cum now if he wanted to. âI told you, I can go all night.â
You pause, because goddamn. You thought he would be embarrassing, pathetic, needy. You thought he would beg, plead, and cry. ButâŠyou feel like youâre the one who needs to do that. God, youâve never seen a man so desperate to fuck yet be so powerful about it. As if heâs in your face whispering, âYouâre gonna let me fuck you, right? Youâre gonna love it too, right? Youâre gonna let me use you to take care of this little problem of mine, right? Itâs what you want, right?â
If he were to say those things to you right now, youâd nod without a doubt. ButâŠhe doesnât. He simply looks at you now, heaving out broken moans that sound too sexy to be considered pathetic. His hips chase each movement of his hand and goddamn does he fuck his fist hard.
Your mind is spinning watching him, knowing that heâs probably going to fuck you twice as hard as he fucks himself. And itâs not surprising to you at least that you can feel your own clit swell and throb for touch too. You easily move your hand between your legs, standing right there in front of him, toying with yourself as if you donât have the power to ask him to do it for you.Â
âAh, fuckââ Jake groans, thrusting his hips up into his hand one last time before strings of his cum make a mess on his shirt. And it seems to go on forever too, spurt after spurt of it pumping out of him alongside his pretty moans and open-mouthed expression. You can feel your body react to him more than it ever has for anyone else, especially in the wayâŠ.
âGodââ You moan yourself now, watching him spread his legs and slouch more against your couch with a relieved sigh from his messy orgasm. ButâŠhis cock doesnât soften. No, it stays stiff and heavy against his stomach, twitching and dribbling more and more of his cum out in little beads.Â
The proof of his issue is right here, he really can and probably will go all night. And you say nothing else to him after that. In fact, he wouldnât be able to answer you if you did say something simply because you find yourself stepping up onto your own couch, resting your knees against the back of it, and gripping his hair.Â
Jake lets out a half-moan-half-hum, as expected, when he feels your hand drag his face under your skirt. You didnât have to do that, but goddamn does he fucking love it. He loves how he can feel your knees buckle and force you to balance on the couch, loves how your cunt is just as needy as he feels, fucking adores the way you drip all over his tongue when he pushes your panties to the side and starts licking you up.Â
Itâs the fact that he didnât even have to ask you to put it in his face. The slight taste against his fingers all night at work is nothing compared to the way you drown him now. He needs to do this for you. Hell, he needs to do this for himself.
âJesus,â You breathe, rolling your hips on his mouth. Heâs truly eating you like his life depends on it. You can hear his muffled hums at the taste, you can feel his shoulder shake as he starts jerking off again, you can feel the way his tongue goes deeper and deeper, licking each clench of your walls, only to pull back and suck the wet from your panties in a deep breath.Â
He coos at it too, as if heâs in love with the moment, as if he truly canât believe heâs finally got a pussy to lick. And he swallows each mouth full of your slick before muttering curses and promises against your swollen little bud.Â
âPlease,â He moans, nipping and licking against you. âBeen so long since Iâve eaten pussy, rub it on me- fuck-â he continues to babble, heat-of-the-moment-talk coming out as far more arousing than cringe if you listen hard through your ringing ears. âCome on,â He continues, now neglecting his own cock and gripping your ass with both hands, shoving you back and forth on his face in painfully slow and harsh grinds. âCome on, harder.â
As if you can function at all right now with how rough he is about trying to pleasure you? Fucking hell, the words ignite something in you as you pull back and away from him. For a split second, you see his blown out pupils and fucked up hair as he licks his lips and presents that shining lower-half of his face to you.Â
You donât look for long though, no. Because youâre too busy pushing him to the side and forcing him to lay back on the couch instead. You resume your position afterwards, straddling the couch on either side of his head with your knees and planting your pulsing cunt right on his eager tongue.Â
âYouâre too hot,â You moan, feeling his hands go straight back to your ass to force more of those harsh grinds against him. âIf you could see yourself right nowââ Your eyes roll back in pleasure as you feel his moaned out chuckle hit you right in the clit. Itâs like he knows he makes you feel good, but does he really?Â
Does he truly understand how fucking good at this he is?
 âGod, if you could feel how good your tongue isââ You continue, now losing yourself in the heat of the moment, feeling his fingers nearly bruise your ass with the death-grip he has on you.Â
He nods his head in what little space he has as he spirals into heaven behind his eyes. The smell of you suffocates him, the taste of you drowns him, the weight of you is nothing short of sexy as hell. This is all he could ever want. A pretty girl using and abusing his face, much like he wants to do to you. But oh, thereâs so, so much he wants to do after so long of having no one but himself.Â
Eat you out, finger fuck you, slide his cock down that pretty little moaning throat of yours, grip that hair and kiss those tits. God, he wants to do everything right now but he canât bear to push this perfect clit off of his lips. He cannot fathom losing the taste of you and the way you clench around the tip of his tongue.Â
Oh fuck.
âAhh- '' Jake moans open-mouthed against your clit as his brain hits a wall, his cock standing stiff from behind you as he spills out against himself again. Untouched completely, he cums without any effort where as previously it took him hours just to get off because heâd grown so fucking bored of everything.Â
Youâve ignited him. His drive is higher than itâs ever been after being neglected for so long. God, he wants to fuck you so full that you canât bear to leave him.Â
âFuckââ He continues, trying to lend licks between his jerking body to keep your arousal peaked. âSee how bad I need it?âÂ
He finally manages to pull back, feeling you lift from his face just for a moment after noting the way his entire body is shaking. Heâs not having it though, as he cranes his neck in chase of your dripping hole once more.
âWhere do you think youâre going?â He adds now, enveloping his lips around your clit again and using both hands to force you right back down on his face.Â
There, you feel the way he almost passionately makes out with your pussy. As if heâs thanking you for a second orgasm within the past ten minutes. As if he truly canât stop wanting to fuck something, someone, anything at all.
Goddamn, what a fucking deal. All hail the hook-up app that brought this insatiable sex beast to your apartment.
âJakeââ You start, grinding down for him and feeling his hands now move to rub up and down your back. âKeep your tongue in me.â You choke out, gripping his hair to hold his face in place as you sit his tongue inside of you, short and jerky thrusts forward to bump your clit against his nose.Â
Heâs gotten off twice now, itâs your turn.Â
And you watch as he drops his arms from you and grips your outer legs through it, letting you use his face until he canât breathe. Both of you are seeing stars through it, your orgasm bubbling up so quickly that you can barely warn him when your hips halt in a stiffened clench and heâs finishing the job for you.Â
Your legs squeeze around his head, your fingers pull his hair, and still he manages to find the space to tilt his chin up just to tongue-fuck you deeper, just to rub his nose harshly against your clit, up until he feels your quivering pussy spill all over his chin, down his throat, stealing any breath or moan he could possibly give right now.Â
Youâre out of breath by the time you finally slide off of his face, your hands immediately shooting to both of his cheeks as your sensitive clit drags down his stomach for the easy position change. You wince when you lick against his lips at the sensitivity, being sure to seat yourself right against his cock.Â
âHahââ Jake lends a breathy laugh against the way you lick his lips, his hands going right back to your ass and landing a sharp slap to it. âCouldnât even get our clothes off first.â
You take a second to pull back and look at him, noting the redness against his cheeks and nose, likely from your panties consistently getting in his way and then you chuckle back at him. Youâre thankful for the short break the two of you seem to be taking at the moment. Still, you lift up from him just to remove your shirt, exposing your tits in an instant solely because you didnât wear a bra for this exact purpose.Â
Heâs still hard, despite two orgasms. You feel him rubbing it against you every few seconds, right up against your saliva and cum-soaked panties which, mind you, are insanely uncomfortable right now. It feels as if theyâre slicing through your thigh with the force of how Jake managed to keep them shoved out of his way.Â
âJust lay back,â You smile at him, allowing him a longer rest for now as you take it upon yourself to remove the barriers. âLet me take care of you now.â
Jake has hearts in his eyes as he watches you. Normally, a girl would already be falling asleep after all that, leaving him with not enough orgasms and no actual fucking. Itâs not his fault he could do foreplay for upwards of three to four hours before going for the finale. Which, arguably, can and will last several hours longer.Â
Still, you appear to not be finished either, with your breathless smile and gentle hands. He bites his bottom lip through a smirk as he watches you, tits on full display to keep him satiated for now as you move around on the couch to get his pants off of him. He helps a bit with a little kick, his cock still so sensitive and pathetically weeping for more. He feels lucky to have found you, almost baffled that he may have met his match.Â
You lend several glances at his cock, not quite realizing the way heâs blinking at you right now. To be fair, itâs only natural to have your attention on that thing right now. You swallow around your nervousness regarding the size but equally want him to fuck you senseless with it. You already feel entirely fucked out, butâŠthat. Oh, that could change your life, probably. You can imagine he wonât be as gentle as you expected before all of this too. Would probably shove it in all in one go and lose his mind at the feeling.Â
Heâs probably going to split you open and make it feel good for you too. Somehow.Â
Anyway, enough of that. Youâve still got to get his shirt off, your uncomfortable skirt and panties too.Â
You make quick work of it, as you stand to your feet and expose yourself entirely to him. Jake just watches, humming and moaning at each new expanse of skin you show to him. He keeps his hands to himself though, likely so used to feeling of them that theyâd bring no pleasure at this moment if he were to jerk off to you doing this. And you justâŠlook right back at him.
âCome on,â You smile at him again, lending your hand out for him to grab. âBedroom will be more comfortable.â
Right. Bedrooms exist.
Jake follows, cock heavy and sensitive against his thigh with each step as he tries to get up close behind you. His eyes stay on your ass as you walk in front of him, and itâs not hard for him to keep his hands on it. In fact, heâs touching you as often as he can, trying to remind himself that heâs with someone right now who actually wants him.Â
You seem to be willing to let him do what he needs tonight, and hopefully it wonât be the only time.Â
You feel him on you, clinging so closely, hands constantly groping, lips always trying to reach the back of your neck and shoulders, to the point itâs actually difficult to get to your bedroom because you want nothing more than to turn around and shove him against the wall, all to try and take him into your mouth just to see if you can.
He doesnât really let you think about that for too long though, because the second you get to your bedroom, heâs grabbing you from behind and lifting you in his strong arms. You writhe in his grasp with playful giggles, feeling the strong hold he has on you, keeping you in place against him as he stumbles forward with a deep inhale into your neck.
Heâs quick to make his way to your bed, dropping you onto it, flipping you over onto your back, and immediately slotting himself between your legs. He hovers over you for a minute, looking directly into your eyes as his hair falls forward.Â
Somehow, youâre more focused on his face than you are of his cock that heâs sliding up and down your core right now. You reach up to his hair, brushing it out of his face and feeling the sticky sweat at his scalp.Â
âCould eat you out again.â Jake mentions, hips thrusting against you but eyes calm and level with yours. âCould lock me up in here and just use me all day if you want.â He continues, partially being serious about it, but treating it as if itâs some kinky joke instead.Â
Because letâs be honest. If thereâs any job Jake could do better than anyone else, itâs be a womanâs fuck toy. Always ready to go, always stiff and horny, always willing to please.Â
âCould slide in right now and let you feel how hard I am.â His voice gets breathier as he talks, and you can tell heâs just imagining everything he wants to do. He probably worries heâll have to go home at some point tonight only to resume his search for potential fucks to keep his need satiated.Â
He probably thinks heâs going to exhaust you.Â
âCould let you do all of that and more.â You respond, lifting your hips just slightly to press his cock between your bodies, throwing your legs around his waist simultaneously with the way you wrap your arms around his neck. âYou want me to lock you up in here?âÂ
Jake nods with a sigh, squeezing his eyes shut as if he can imagine it.Â
âDo you work tomorrow?âÂ
He shakes his head with another sigh, focusing on the way you keep humping up against his length, sliding yourself in whatever way you can against him.Â
âMaybe Iâll just have to do that then.â
Oh, damn.Â
The heart eyes are back. The very thought of being in this room all night and all day tomorrow drives his cock to pulse and twitch. Foreplay can come whenever, fucking can come whenever, he can cum whenever. Thereâs no need for a to-do list. No need for a specific structure of rules on how this needs to happen. Foreplay, sex, sleep. Not with Jake.Â
Sex. foreplay. sex. foreplay. for hours. Heâll keep you up all night if he can, fucking and sucking every part of you, into the morning hours straight into tomorrow night.Â
Free use with you from now until youâre tired of him. You can do anything you want to him but for nowâŠ
âYeah?â Jake breathes out in excitement, arching his back slightly to let his cock land against your hole, and then he pushes forward slowly. The bulbous head spreads your lips and stretches out your slick pussy with ease as he continues to speak. âFeel that?â
Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation, fingernails already digging into his shoulders at the anticipation as your legs loosen around him. He continues to push forward, inch by inch, painfully slow as if he wants you to feel the burn and stretch even while being as wet as you are.Â
âAhââ He confirms for himself as he watches your face, wincing, mouth falling open. âYeah, you feel it.â
God, yeah. You do. You feel the weight of his size inside of you, stretching you open so good he probably wouldnât even have to move for it to hurt. But he does move, he does continue to slide in, savoring every second of your walls quivering and suffocating his cock.Â
âGoddamn,â He groans, lifting up on both arms and bracing himself as he looks down, only to find heâs only slid half of his dick into you, and already youâre about as breathless as he is. âDidnât realize how tight youâd actually beââÂ
He chokes when he says it, sliding out little by little before fucking back in, pushing just a bit more into you.
âSâokay.â You try to reassure him, but itâs more for you than it is for him. You really didnât think a cock could feel so big that it actually hurts, yet, here you are. âIâm adjusting.â
Jake moans at your broken voice, no longer holding himself back to look at your pussy grip him when he pulls out slightly. He looks at your face instead, witnessing how you take all of it in one solid movement from him. All of it, until he can feel his pelvis rest against your clit and your entire body stiffens in a tight hug around his body.Â
âMhm,â He leans back down now, humming against your cheek as he tries to control the urge to fuck. âTaking all of it, arenât you?â
With those words, he slides out slightly before pushing back in again, trying to force your pussy to relax so that he can stop holding his breath. One hand finds its way to your leg to hold onto, the other holding himself up beside your head, and he justâŠwatches.Â
Little by little, he thrusts. Plunging into you in short-tight snaps of his hips just to watch your tits jiggle with the movements, up until he really, really canât hold back anymore.Â
You feel his cock leave you almost entirely, only to slam right back in and cause your vision to go white with a pang of pleasure. Your loud yelp pairs well with his relieved sigh of a grunt, and it appears that this is what breaks him entirely.Â
That single, full thrust, lets him fall forward and nuzzle his nose against your neck and his body just goes. Instinctually chasing the deepest parts inside of you, hitting your cervix with each thrust only to drag back and make your toes go numb at the way your g-spot feels entirely too sensitive with this alone.
And god, Jake loves the way you cling through it. The way you moan each time he bottoms out, the way your nails cut into his back and the way your legs continuously fail to stay wrapped around him. HeâŠ
Oh no.
âI can go all nightââ He breathes out through his relentless thrusts, almost as if heâs pleading with you. âI swear, Iâm not doneââ He continues to cut off his own words with choked moans as he pulls back and leans up, frantically forgetting to apologize over the fact that heâs already about to cum again.
And you feel him try to slide out, that face he made twice before already alerting you that he really must have so much to pump out of himself at this point. You donât mind if heâs about to hit a third orgasm, in fact, youâre glad.
Your legs hold him in place as he fights to pull out, his eyes snapping to you in realization after the second time he tries.Â
âNo fucking way, youâ you want it?â His eyebrows fall into that of a relieved release as he, too, falls right back down against your chest and lets his hips fuck freely.Â
Heâs not controlling it at this point. You feel him stretch you open more through his orgasm, rolling his hips but not pulling out even in the slightest now. Moving back and forth, as if trying to stuff you impossibly full while he releases those thick ropes of cum. ItâŠfeels so good even with the way the base of his cock continues to swirl and loosen you up in a painful stretch that almost feels like heâs ripping you open. Still, the pain is gone as he shakes on top of you, in fact, you feel your clit throb at the feeling of how big he is, of how hard he manages to stay.Â
He didnât even fuck you that roughly before this, but it feels like youâre already ruined. Ruined enough to want more. Enough to need more.Â
âBet that feels good,â You chuckle against his hair, feeling each pulse of him and loving the way he pants against your ear. âNot having to pull out, knowing you can fuck me for as long as you want.â
That only pushes his orgasm to hit harder. He thought he was nearing the end of it, but instead, his body goes into overdrive as more pulses of cum shoot out of him at your words. Thereâs soâŠso much of it he can give you. And if this is what you want, heâs the perfect man to do it for you.Â
âDonât say that, oh godââ Jake mumbles through the end of his orgasm, keeping himself tucked nice and deep into you as he releases his body weight and makes you feel slightly suffocated under him. âPlease.â
Well, he minds his manners well enough, you shrug under him, clenching around his length unintentionally and reminding him that you genuinely can go all night, just like him.
Reminding him that maybe you really will just lock him up in this room all tonight, all tomorrow. He seems into the idea anyway, right? Both of you just free-use sex dolls for the time beingâŠHell yeah.
And as Jake catches his breath, he finally lifts up, pulling you with him, and sits you directly on his lap now.
âKeep going then, donât let it get soft.â He nearly whimpers, solely due to the sensitivity his cock is now offering and the fact that after that third orgasm, he truly is gaining the ability to go flaccid between orgasms.Â
And you follow his direction, though not entirely how he wanted you to. Instead of rolling your hips, you slip him right out of you and sink your face down between his legs, loving the way his cum spills out of you all the while. You donât even say anything, not that youâd need to. He watches you, a smirk forming on his lips as he raises an arm and throws it over his eyes.Â
âShit, Youâre so my type.â He groans out of the sexual frustration that still bubbles within him. You look so good down there with his cock just inches from your mouth. God, no woman has been able to go down on him for too long despite really fucking wishing they would.Â
His hips always lose control, they donât like face fucking, heâs too big to fit, theyâre gagging too much, their jaw is hurting. What the fuck ever. Look at you, blinking up at him like you want nothing more in the world than to take it all down your throat. Ah, fuck, if you did thatâŠ
His hips buck up on instinct, forcing you to hold him down with your arms as you lick your lips.Â
âYou really live up to your promise, you know that?â You smile with warmed cheeks as you speak, blowing air gently against the head of his cock. Itâs softened up a little, but itâs no longer going flaccid. Youâre sure that the second you work it into your mouth, heâs going to be blocking your airways.Â
Good.Â
âYou say that like Iâm not overwhelming you with all of this,â He chuckles as he moves his arm from his face and down to yours. âMost girls would have already sent me home.â
You circle your lips around the bulbous head, tasting the remnants of both you and him as you gently suckle before popping off and licking your lips.Â
âWell, Jakeââ You look back down and lend his cock a little kiss. âIâm not most girls. Besides, most guys get their nut and leave me hanging. Youâve gotten, what? Three orgasms by now? And youâre still in my bed? Wanting me to lock you up tomorrow too? What a fucking win.â
Jake rolls his eyes because you donât even know the fucking half of it. If he were a normal guy, he probably would have done the same thing. Maybe not to you, but to others? Yeah. The thing is, heâs not like most guys. And youâre right in saying youâre not like most girls either, consideringâŠyour sex drive appears to be just as insatiable as his.
âFuck, let me eat you out againââ Jake groans now, needing to pleasure you again, aroused by the fact that heâs basically met a female version of himself. Even if heâs just exaggerating and making himself believe such a woman could exist close enough to him. âLet meâ AhhâŠâ
You cut off his words, dragging a loud and sensual moan from him as you sink down. Mostly to shut him up, mostly so you can return the favor for him from earlier before letting him have another lick of you. After all, you truly do appreciate him for all of this.Â
âMmfââ You mumble unintentionally, feeling each inch of his length that you swallow up pressing your tongue further and further down in your mouth. Up until youâre entirely open mouthed on him, gagging yourself when he hits your throat only to angle yourself up on your knees to point it straight down your throat instead.
It hurts, but you close your eyes in concentration, breathing through each gag, ignoring the dribble of saliva that runs from the corners of your mouth andâ you swallow.
Mostly because you canât suck. Again and again, you swallow around him just to stimulate his length, the girth stretching your lips out to the point you feel your jaw could break, but it doesnât and it wonât.Â
Within an instant of taking his whole length down your throat, you feel his hands in your hair. Your ears are ringing, otherwise you would also be listening to him choke on his words at how youâre doing this to him. All of it. Youâre taking him in full, not leaving an inch out, seemingly proving that your mouth can be fucked just as good as your cunt.
Heâs in heaven, head spinning as you stimulate him through each gag and sputtered out chokes of a moan. He canât help it when he grabs your hair, he really doesnât mean it when he pushes your head down while pressing his hips up. Essentially choking you and suffocating you in full with a paused hold.Â
You brace yourself on his hips when he does this, squeezing your eyes shut and continuously gagging from the way he abuses your mouth with just that small movement, and thenâ he pulls back.
âAhh,â He groans, snapping his hips back and holding you by the hair to keep you from chasing. âYou like that?â He continues, letting you breathe but not answer at all before heâs pushing your head right back down, holding you there again and fucking his hips up repeatedly into your throat this time.Â
The sounds are pornographic at best, concerning at worst. You, searching for air somewhere between his thrusts, the sounds of wet sputters, drooling, whimpered groans from him, and desperate gasps and gags from you. Truly, Jake is in heaven right now. With you, specifically, youâve brought him to heaven.
For you, it feels like he does this forever. Youâre losing the ability to comprehend what breathing ever was in the first place, thankfully though, Jake can see the tears pouring from your eyes and feel the way you fall slightly limp, letting him do as he pleases before he realizesâ he may actually be overwhelming you now.
He snaps his hips back quickly, pulling you up and off of the last remaining inches of his weeping cock before taking a good, long look at your gasped breath and abused lips. Tongue licking out and eyes stained.Â
âIâm sorry, fuck, Iââ
Instantly you press yourself down on him once again, resuming your original position of sliding him in until you canât stand the feeling in your throat, gagging and swallowing around him time and time again. You feel proud of it, proud of the pain, proud of the suffocation.Â
Fucking proud to not be finished with him compared to every other person, apparently.Â
âJesusââ He groans now, his entire body slouching against your bed as he slams his head back and starts petting your cheeks. âItâs like you were born for this. For me.â
You hum around the gags, growing accustomed to swallowing him up and feeling your jaw strain. And just a few moments later, you pull up with a deep breath, a smile, and you start rubbing your jaw.Â
âMaybe I was,â You try to talk dirty, wanting to drive him insane. âYou taste so good.â You add, dipping down again to lick a long stripe up the underside of his balls up to his tip. âAny girl should be proud to say youâd fuck her mouth like that.â
A twitch, he rolls his eyes back and clenches his jaw.Â
âHow are you soâŠâ He breathes out, reaching his hands blindly for you, only to feel you shift on the bed and essentially sit your tits into both of his hands. âperfect?â
You shrug when he opens his eyes, youâre now hovering over him, both hands covering his on your tits as you force him to squeeze and grope.Â
âMaybe itâs best to not ask questions.â You tilt your head playfully. âBesides, if Iâm lucky maybe youâll stop trying to find other girls to fuck. They canât take care of you like I will, anyway.â
Oh, you damn fucking right they wonât.Â
âYou can have it any time you want.â Jake smiles, relishing in your tits warming under his palms, watching the way you hover over him tall and proud on your knees. âCould play with you every day and never get bored.âÂ
You feel him move his hand from under yours, going straight between your legs and sliding not two, but three fingers into you with ease.
âStill so wet too,â He hums, eyes narrowing at you with that same pretty grin. âYou always this horny?â
You shake your head.Â
âNot usually, you just turn me on.âÂ
Jake feels proud of that. He doesnât feel like the odd ball with a dick that canât be satiated no matter how many pussies he plows through in a night. Which, again, for the past year has been a total of zero pussy. You getting turned on by that makes him feelâŠcapable. Makes him feel like maybe he can be put to use by a pretty girl.Â
Makes him feel like his need is wanted and well taken care of.Â
âSo, I can keep calling you?â He asks now, fucking his fingers up, loving the warmth and slide, anticipating for when he gets to bury his cock in you again.Â
âMhm.â You hum, closing your eyes to enjoy the pleasure of how deep even his fingers reach. Kind of ready for him to stop talking and just focus on what heâs doing to you.
âEven if itâs every single day?â He continues to ask, now using his thumb against your clit. âEven if I need you in the middle of the night?â
Anything he wants if he can keep hitting your g-spot like this.Â
âYes, Jake,â You sigh out of aroused frustration, now wiggling your hips to chase that stimulation inside of you. âIâll give you the fucking key to my apartment if you want. Just let you walk right in and start fucking me.â
His fingers move faster at the image, the implication of not just free-use, but true free use. Real free-use.Â
âYeah? Wake you up with my cock sliding into you?â He urges you to keep talking, now removing his other hand from your chest and circling it around his cock. âJust walk right in and get my mouth on you while all your friends are here?â
You lend a surprised chuckle, but pay no mind to his words past the arousal it brings to you. Youâd tell him about how you have a total of like two friends, and half of the time theyâre too busy to show up anyway. Still, the image is hot at the moment. All of it is hot.Â
âYouâd let me?â He continues pressing every button both physically and mentally, unaware of how easy it is for him to talk as if itâs a normal conversation solely because itâs kind of his general state of living at this point. You, on the other hand, are not used to having a full conversation while your g-spot gets abused. âEven if youâre not home? Let you come home and find me fucking myself for you?â
Oh.
âFuckââ You groan out at the image, feeling his fingers reach so perfectly, thinking of how it would feel to walk into your apartment just to see this pretty man chasing that tight ring of fingers his fist creates. Probably so turned on and frustrated that youâre not homeâŠso frustrated that all he could do is drop to the floor and start fucking. âGod, yeah.â
So thatâs what youâre into. You love that heâs that pathetic to fuck. And lucky for you, heâs more than willing to continue to be that fucking pathetic.Â
âDoes that feel good?â He hums now, watching how you fuck yourself against his fingers, lifting slightly to lick against your nipple. âCan I use my cock again?â He babbles almost, brain on constant loop of you actually giving him free reign of your apartment someday so he can come andââPlease, do this on my cock.â
This is the second time heâs asked you to ride it, and you think that may be one time too many. You almost feel guilty for taking him down your throat first, but then again, you donât. Your body vibrates knowing youâre about to split yourself open on him again, only this time having full control.Â
âYou want me to sit on it, Jake?â You smile, thrusting your hips down and sinking his fingers into you so deep that you physically can see his brain malfunction.Â
The frantic nod he gives is somehow less powerful than how he lifts his hips, forcing you higher on your knees as his fingers slip out of you and immediately land in his mouth.Â
Man, this guy must love the taste of pussy. The image of him doing that alone is insanely arousing to you as you lend him a short nod and slide back, your pussy sucking in the head of his cock instantly as if the two of you move together so well, that it was only natural to not need a guiding hand for it.Â
He sinks his head deep into the mattress with the way you try to sink down on him. He holds his breath with those same fingers in his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut at how tight you still are, how wet you still are.Â
And heâs shocked, almost, at the way you just keep sliding down. Not letting yourself re-adjust to his size, holding your own breath and bracing yourself on his abdomen just to keep balance and you wince through the stretch.Â
âThatâs it.â Jake soothes your hips as you sit, clenching around each one of his twitches inside of you. âDoing so good.â He breathes out this time, trying to hold back his moan just for a moment as he awaits your moan first.
And it comes quickly when you lean back rather than against him, arms by his knees as you practically present his cock to him buried entirely into you with this position. He lifts his head and stares at it before reaching his thumb to your clit, immediately pressing hard circles against it.Â
âRide it,â He pleads now. âGod, please ride it.â He loses his mind at the image, really, as you do start moving.Â
Pained whimpers falling from your lips as you circle your hips, fucking just an inch of him in and out of yourself, forcing the deepest part of your pussy to take the abuse more than anything else. And you know he loves it with the way his thumb stops rubbing your clit, with the way he canât decide on if he should look or throw his head back and fall into the sensation.Â
Itâs really cute to witness, and youâd lean forward to kiss him if you had the strength to do it, but you donât. In fact, all the strength you have is currently bubbling up inside of you with a sharp, almost burning sensation.Â
You know exactly what this is. Youâve practiced it time and time again alone in this bed.Â
âOh, oh shit, Jakeââ You groan as you frantically start moving your hips through the full and splitting feeling of him inside of you. Your voice sounds so panicked, it almost scares him. And honestly? Had he not have finger fucked you against your g-spot previously perhaps you could last longer on him, but no.Â
âWhatâ Whatâs wrong?!â Jakeâs voice is broken when he quickly leans up, hugging around you as you continue to ride against him, faster now, chasing, chasing, chasing.Â
Pushing, pushing, pushing.
âNo, no!â You moan out, shoving him back against the bed and now lifting entirely from his length before slapping your own clit, fast, rough circled motions before each slap. âOh, shit!â You nearly yell, witnessing it squirt from your body straight against his abdomen and chest.Â
Jake just watches, mouth agape and eyes wide.Â
âOhââ He stares. âOh yeah?âÂ
And youâre not even done when he seemingly takes full control. Allowing all that squirt to fall out of you, ignoring your shaking legs, tipping you straight back and plunging his cock right back into that release of pressure inside of you.
âYou just werenât gonna tell me you could do that?â He grunts against your ear, fucking into you so hard and so fast that your orgasm just keeps coming. It feels too good to speak, too good to breathe.Â
Even as it subsides and youâre trying to catch your breath, he doesnât let you. He just keeps going, grunting incoherently against your ear, snapping his hips harder than you think heâs probably ever done before.Â
Honestly, with each yelp you let out, your sensitivity goes from being unbearably painful toâ
âDo it againââ He urges you. âGive me another one.â Babbling, cooing, fucking moaning all over your neck until his lips hit yours.Â
Somehow, that gives him exactly what he wants as he feels your legs tense up and fall open around him. Your pelvis slamming into his so hard that itâs, quite literally, splashing out of you in loud and painful sounds.Â
âYeah, yeah, yeah.â He nods and whispers against your tongue, sucking it into his mouth before licking into yours, nearly rabid with the way heâs both kissing and fucking you, he canât help it. He forgot words the second he felt the gush rush past his length, trying to force it out of you only for him to go harder. Like hell heâs not going to feel you literally squirt on his cock. âSo fucking messy.â
At one point, you think you might have actually died. Youâre not sure but you swear you saw him fucking you in third person for two solid seconds before being slammed right back into your body. The pleasure genuinely is so overwhelming thatâŠwell, suddenly you understand why girls probably think heâs too much.
But goddamn heâsâŠso good. Like, you remember him mentioning his body count through his one-sided sext session with you and you can argue his inexperience probably made this that much better. Heâs a fucking natural.Â
And as he continues fucking into you, all you can do is lend him a distant smile. Youâre definitely not experiencing real life at this moment, and you know he sees it with the way he lifts and keeps his eyes on your zoned out expression.Â
âLook at you.â He echoes against your walls. âSo, so pretty.âÂ
And he just keeps doing that, whispering praises, working you through his presumed last orgasm of the night because he genuinely canât not fill you up with his cum one last time before letting you rest.Â
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The rest didnât last long, but to be fair you didnât need it to. All night, and all day. That promise was kept and Jake remained insatiable throughout all the time he spent with you.
To the point you very nearly felt strange about him leaving. Like youâd grown so accustomed to having someone literally attached to you at the dick that you knew the loneliness and silence would hit you a little too hard once he leaves.Â
And, well, he does leave in a sense, but not completely.Â
Though you never truly meant that offer in the midst of sex-talk, Jake seemed to have clinged to the idea of it. Lock him up, but still give him the key.Â
Never in your life would have imagined giving a person the key to your apartment, and yetâŠthere he goes. Backing out of a guest parking spot in front of your building with your spare fucking apartment key in his pocket right next to those fucking panties.Â
we canât be friends â [ ìíìŽí ì±í ] genre â smut
âwe really shouldnât.â you gasped, feeling the tip of sunghoonâs cock press against your clit. youâd be crazy to deny that he felt like heaven, but there was a reason this felt wrong.
he held you down with one hand, using the other to guide his length between your folds. âjust the tip baby, i promise.â he did his best to assure you. his eyes were narrow and he turned his focus primarily on wetting his cock between your legs.
the truth is, you and sunghoon had broken up weeks ago. yet you couldnât fully let go of each other. when he called you late on nights like these asking to see you again one last time, youâd always show up â and it always ended with him buried balls deep in your cunt.
âwe canât, sunghoon.â you whimpered pathetically, hand pushing at his chest when his tip finally sunk into your hole. sunghoonâs brows furrowed and he audibly hissed at the familiar tight squeeze of your pussy. heâd observe you carefully while he pulled his thick tip out to kiss your fluttering hole, just to slide it right back in again with ease.
it didnât take long for you to stop pushing at him. pretty soon you were holding his shoulders for support and rocking your hips forward in an attempt to take more of him inside you. you always folded under him. his touch was one of a kind and there was no way youâd ever be able to take just the tip. you needed more.
âdeeper, hoonie. pâ please.â you cried pitifully, but he only shook his head. with a cocky smirk he whispered, âjust the tip, remember?â and heâd leave you with no choice, fucking you shallowly at a fast pace until he was close to finishing.
and thatâs right when sunghoon would get immensely selfish. heâd snap his hips forward and force his cock deep inside you. the feeling of his warm cum spurting your insides made you gasp, immediately creaming all over him right then and there.
with a beautiful smug look on his face, heâd pull out his phone and snap a photo of your fucked-out oozing cunt. sunghoon would be so proud of the filthy mess he had made of you. heâd text you the photo the very next night, calling you and urging you to come over again. âbaby girl, youâll always be mine. now come back and let me fuck you properly this time. we can make ourselves a video instead.â
GENRES âž friends to lovers, smut, fluff, college!au
WARNINGS âž profanity, mentions of cheating, alcohol mentions, sub/virgin Jisung, corruption kink reader, Dom!reader, cumming in pants, overstimulation, Jisung getting the best handjob of his life, begging, multiple orgasms, slight cum eating, edging
SUMMARY âž Jisung is a little too innocent for his own good, and when he asks you to help him fix that your friendship takes a slight turnâŠ. okay, maybe a big turn.
WORD COUNTâž 5.1k
âCut the bullshit, Hyuck.â You growled, beyond angry: pissed. It had only been a week since your, now ex-boyfriend, Sehun, had been caught giving head to some random girl at Mingiâs party.
âIâm not defending him or anything Iâm just telling you, I saw him. He was so wasted I thought someone put something in his drink.â Haechan shrugged, signs of worry loosely hanging in his tone.
âDumbass!â You scoffed, swatting the boyâs head, a little harder than intended, âUgh! Iâm done here.â You spat coldly, gathering your textbooks and notebooks before throwing them uncaringly into your bag as you stormed out of the room, leaving poor Donghyuck in the dust.
Donghyuck, or Haechan, has been your best friend since the beginning of time. The both of you met way back, maybe in seventh grade. You couldnât remember shit.
The only thing you were certain of was that the two of you were in the same Science class and sat at the same table. But honestly, it was bound to happen. His nice, caring, gentle, yet funny, protective, and reasoning spirit paired with your âcoldâ and straightforward one was perfect.
Both of you decided to put in the effort to stay best friends as long as possible, and so far it was working.
If you wanted to talk, he would listen. Not daring to speak so that he wouldnât miss a single detail. Sometimes you wondered how you achieved having such a guy like him in your life. You wanted to thank him, to show affection, but you just couldnât do it no matter how hard you tried.
âJesus-â
âHey! Watch it!â You yelled, turning around hastily to see a tall, lanky- yet handsome man you had never seen around here before. A deep blush crept onto his face at his embarrassment.
He was wearing a turquoise bomber jacket, dark blue jeans, and the cleanest white sneakers you have ever laid your eyes on. Your pupils lingered on his hair. That shiny, dark brown hair hung over his eyes slightly.
premise: in a post-apocalyptic world, you and jungwon are excellent scientists and are at the relative top of the list of people who are ideal parents for the next generation of this dying world. it's now your job to repopulate this earth so you ask your co-worker to pretty please knock you up.
notes: sci-fi elements, dystopian au, scientist!reader, scientist!jungwon, fem-bodied reader, reader is referred to as a woman, dom!jungwon, breeding, impreg kink (like heavily), dirty talk, platonic (?) breeding, co-workers with benefits (?), idk this is kinda speculative fiction but also suspend your disbelief a bit lol
a/n: first of my 1k follower special! not quite sure what order i'm following here but i hope you stay for the ride nonetheless! enjoy!
it's a strange feeling.
in your line of work, 'strange' is hardly any cause for concern. as a biologist with a concentration in genetics, you've seen all the ways nature does its job. from the familiar concepts almost all people learn about in science class like the basic 'mom-meets-dad-equals-baby' to the eerie methods organisms in the deep sea evolve to survive.
you've learned about it all, pored over each punnett square, stressed over the formulas. so, this shouldn't be anything to worry about.
and yet, you're still worried.
"i mean...what did we expect?" jay speaks up from beside you, eyeing the phone in his hand.
"we're presently some of the world's most brilliant minds so...," he adds, locking his phone before hunching over his desk. to your ears, it sounds as if he's trying to convince himself rather than you.
you scan over the document flashed on your own laptop screen. the harsh fluorescent lights overhead buzz nonstop, going on and on, a background hum all of you in the bunker have grown used to. at this moment, it lulls you into a daydream, vision swimming as you repeat the words in your head.
all government personnel with a status level 7 and higher are recommended to partake in project aphrodite. those falling under level 10 are strictly required. participation at this level is compulsory.
common citizens with a status of 9 to 10 are also required to participate. ample compensation for those successful will be provided.
"you're a level 8. it's not as if you have to," you mutter, fingers digging into your temples.
jay snickers. "how many level 10 government personnel are there in this ruined world? a few hundred or so doctors, another few hundred scientists, even fewer world leaders. that's not taking into account the difference in sex. my information's not up to date but last time i checked, there is a hell of a lot more men than there are women. it's a shitshow waiting to happen."
you turn to meet jay's eyes, not meaning to convey any certain emotion, but the way jay's expression falls leads you to believe that you look way more upset than you're letting on.
"oh shit, yeah," jay curses. "you're a level 10. i forgot."
you sigh, tilting your head back against the headrest of your seat.
"i'm sure they'll release more regulation soon," you begin. "this is just the initial memo. with our world hanging in the balance as it is, no one's gonna let this devolve into some patriarchal anarchy, i hope."
"yeah, of course," you hear jay agree. "most of the proponents of project aphrodite are women, anyway, so i'm sure they'll take extra measures to keep you safe."
you sit up straight, looking at jay once more. "this is the world, huh?"
you and jay pause before sharing a quick chuckle.
"'go make babies, or else,'" you say in a mock radio announcer voice. jay lets out a laugh, his voice echoing off the empty office walls.
the two of you fall into silence, as if retreating to your respective thoughts. all that's in your mind at this moment is your current project, the very thing the few people more powerful than you had assigned for you to do: leading your team in stopping that godforsaken virus ravaging the outside. you've been making steady progress so far, but with the weight of this new responsibility, you're not sure if you could keep the momentum up.
you realize with a passing thought that most of the scientists on your team are level 9s and 10s.
"well," you begin before you could stop yourself. you're suddenly overcome with a feeling of suffocation, the office space seemingly too small and continuously growing even smaller.
"i hope you find someone you'd like to procreate with," you say lightly, pushing yourself off your chair. you quickly gather your things: folders and binders and other loose papers in your arms.
you catch jay looking at you, a pensive look on his face. you stop as you're grabbing your reusable coffee jug.
"no," you deadpan. "not me."
jay's eyes widen, as if realizing he'd said something without really saying anything.
"iâno, waitâi mean...," jay stutters, ears quickly turning red.
you smile, patting jay's shoulder reassuringly. "in case you were thinking about it."
jay's mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water and you can't help but laugh.
"these are desperate times, but i'm hoping it's not too desperate," you add. without waiting for a response, you turn towards the door, already making your way to it.
"besides, dr. isa lee seems more your type," you say over your shoulder one last time before pushing the door open and stepping out into the hallway.
---
"hey."
you look up from the microscope, tearing your attention away from the specimen you were examining. your eyes readjust to their normal focal length as a tall figure enters the lab, perfectly crisp white coat hanging off his broad shoulders, thin-wired spectacles resting on the bridge of his tall, straight nose. your lips feel strangely parched as he makes direct eye contact with you and you're left with no choice but to moisten them with your tongue.
"oh hi, dr. yang."
the other scientist chuckles, setting down a stack of papers on a desk in the corner. "i've been here for three weeks. please, call me jungwon."
you swallow. "right. jungwon."
dr. jungwon yang was a new import from the seoul bunker, having come to your own area's bunker merely a few weeks prior. he was immediately put under your supervision, an addition to your already elite team of biologists, geneticists, and virologists. off the bat, you could tell he was a man of many talents, coming up with unconventional solutions and arriving at answers quicker than anyone else.
his presence in your lab made your heart swell. in pride, adoration, or desire, you're not quite sure.
"uh, yesterday's results are in that binder over there, in case you want to go over them," you begin. jungwon walks over to your side of the long table, peering over the slide loaded into the microscope.
ignoring the way he brushes ever so slightly against you, you continue. "the director's dropping by later this afternoon, but i wouldn't be too bothered with that. he's just looking for someone to blame for the slow progress at this point. if only they could get us those materials we asked for..."
"have you read the memo?" jungwon asks abruptly, straightening up. he towers over you, his eyes downcast as he stares at your face.
"of course, you've read the memo," jungwon corrects himself, chuckling. "what i meant was...what do you think of it?"
"it's a government-issued memo, it hardly matters what i think," you respond, focusing back on your work in front of you, although all you do is stare blankly at the moving microorganisms, mind unfocused with how much of jungwon's perfume you can smell.
"it's your reproductive health that's on the line. i'm pretty sure your opinion counts for something," jungwon says with a pinch in between his eyebrows.
oh, a feminist. that's even hotter.
"okay, yeah. i appreciate the new guidelines they put out," you admit, looking back up at jungwon. "though it's the bare minimum, i'm glad they're letting us keep the autonomy of choosing who to...boink."
jungwon laughs at that.
"and free fertility drugs for anyone who wants or needs it. oh, also, thank god they didn't have the brilliant idea of putting a time limit on it. having read some crazy speculative fiction myself, the things people are willing to do in fiction are crazy. who's to say they can't do the same in real life?" you continue.
you don't notice the way jungwon's smirk grows as he listens.
"kind of makes the whole thing unsexy, don't you think?" jungwon cuts in, raising an eyebrow. you blink, unsure of what he's talking about.
"i'm surprised they're not monitoring us with cameras and hooking us up to EKGs and shit," he adds.
"oh," you say with a soft giggle, finally catching on. "i'm sure some people are into being watched."
"are you?" jungwon asks.
"am i what?" you answer.
"into being watched."
a pause.
you shake your head. "how about you?"
"oh no," jungwon says. "i prefer to keep what's mine for my eyes only."
"hm. possessive. that's kind of sexy," you mumble under your breath, a sudden surge of confidence coursing through you.
jungwon just stares at you, but you can see his pupils dance in amusement, taking in your whole face and all your features. you might have imagined it but he seemed to have peeked down at your chest for a second.
"do you think it's attractive for someone to be into lego-building? or at least, used to be into it. i'd give an arm and a leg for a complete lego set nowadays," jungwon asks, leaning against the table, and only now do you notice the veins running over the back of his hands.
you think about whether his arms are just as veiny.
"do you think it's a good trait to pass on an offspring? lego-building, i mean," he presses on.
"uh, yeah. good problem-solving skills," you answer, humoring his question.
jungwon nods. "do you think leadership skills are important?"
you smile, leaning against the cabinet opposite jungwon. you nudge his foot lightly. "i lead a team of scientists myself. of course, i think leadership skills are important."
"you and i both," jungwon agrees.
jungwon shifts, placing his hands in the pockets of his lab coat.
"how about dimples? do you think dimples are cute?" jungwon asks once more, one corner of his mouth upturned. a deep crease on his cheek appears.
a dimple.
"very," you admit.
"i see."
there's a silence that stretches over the two of you, and the weight of uncertainty is daunting as you stare at a spot on jungwon's tie. finally, after a few seconds, you heave a sigh, unable to take the tension any longer.
"this is the weirdest way anyone has ever flirted with me," you declare, looking up at jungwon through your lashes. he's grinning and you nearly shiver at how utterly attractive you're finding him at this moment.
"but it's effective," jungwon says. that was a statement, not a question.
you tilt your head to the side. "how do you know?"
"because you would have blown me off two minutes ago if it wasn't," jungwon reasons, crossing his arms. by doing this, he just made himself appear even wider than he is.
"always so calculated," you say, impressed.
you stretch your neck, easing your head from side to side, watching as jungwon fixes his gaze on the taut tendons of your neck. "are you also this precise in bed, dr. yang?"
jungwon approaches, a large hand resting on your hip. "that's for you to find out."
your breath hitches as you feel his thumb rub through the fabric of your skirt.
"later?" he asks.
"my place or yours?" you reply, fingertips grazing the front of his polo. you can just about feel the slope and ridges of his toned muscles.
"i'd like to be a gentleman, so mine," jungwon offers. "i'll walk you back to your room after."
"i was kind of hoping i wouldn't need to walk back after," you say, a hint of teasing in your voice.
"is that a challenge?" jungwon says, his other hand pressing firmly on your lower back. he pulls you to him and your hands involuntarily reach out towards his shoulders to steady yourself.
a few seconds pass before any of you speak again.
"that's for you to find out," you say.
---
"kind of weird, isn't it?" jungwon asks, panting against your neck.
your back is pressed firmly against one wall of his sleeping quarters, a wide, loft-like room, similar to yours. a luxury offered only to level 10 government personnel, the room gives its occupants enough space and enough privacy.
and boy, did you need privacy.
"what's weird?" you say breathily, fingers threading through jungwon's hair as he kisses down the column of your neck. his fingers nimbly undo the buttons of your blouse and you whimper when you feel him lick at the valley between your breasts.
"coming up to coworkers or friends then asking them to reproduce with you," jungwon responds, tugging your blouse off of your shoulders.
(you both held enough respect for the institution that employed you both, so your work lab coats were neatly thrown over the back of jungwon's couch before anything got too frisky.)
"see, it's the way you say it that makes it weird," you giggle. you pull jungwon back up to your face, kissing him fervently, tongue licking into his mouth.
"oh yeah? how would you say it?" jungwon challenges as he pulls away slightly, his nose grazing your cheek. he licks a stripe on the underside of your jaw.
"please, jungwon," you whimper, playing up the whine in your voice just a little bit. "need you to knock me up. make me pregnant, please."
jungwon grunts in your ear, reaching behind you to rip the zipper of your skirt down. you let the fabric fall to the floor, stepping out of it quickly, revealing the matching red lace panties you had in tandem with your bra.
"yeah? want me to cum inside you so many times that there won't even be the tiniest chance that you're not pregnant?" jungwon says lowly, kneading one of your boobs in his hands.
you nod, hooking a leg around jungwon's hip, pushing your core right up against the bulge in his pants.
"yes," you breathe out, dragging your clothed pussy over his straining cock. "let's be good citizens and have a whole bunch of kids, yeah?"
jungwon chuckles, hands hurriedly working on his belt. you take this time to kiss up his neck, still rutting against him, desperate for any contact.
"come here," jungwon says through gritted teeth as his pants and boxers fall to the floor. he kicks them off unceremoniously, yanking you towards the couch. your eyes briefly catch the flash of white that were your lab coats.
the two of you fall onto the cushiony surface, with jungwon sitting up and you falling a little less gracefully on him. the two of you laugh as you adjust yourself, righting your posture so you could look at jungwon.
"take this off," jungwon commands, pulling at your panties. you swing off jungwon for a moment, pulling off the garment in record time. you reposition yourself over jungwon, his cock standing tall, hard, and painfully red.
"come on, show me how bad you want those kids," jungwon teases, tucking your hair behind your ear.
you roll your eyes. "you gotta help with the diapers."
a second later, you sink down on jungwon, moaning wantonly at how much he stretches you out, filling you up effortlessly. jungwon throws his head back, his bottom lip pinched between his teeth.
"i'll quit my fucking job at the lab if this is how good it feels to make babies with you," jungwon groans, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.
you whimper at his words, rocking back and forth on his lap. you angle your hips a certain way, the tip of his cock kissing at just the perfect spot inside you. you shudder, repeating your movement.
"god, you feel amazing," jungwon praises. "so warm, so tight."
"yeah," you respond. you're gliding up and down his cock, swiveling your hips as fast as you can. you clench down around him, the thought of jungwon cumming inside you your only motivation.
"filling me up so good," you add, watching as jungwon screws his eyes shut, neck shiny with sweat.
you move forward, attaching your lips just below jungwon's ear. you suckle on the salty skin, running your tongue over the spot, savoring the way jungwon lets a moan rip out of him.
"gotta let the whole bunker know this one's mine," you whisper as you let up on jungwon's neck. a faint red spot is left in the wake of your lips on his skin.
in a blink of an eye, your whole world tumbles upside down, jungwon's hands forcing you down on the couch by your waist. in a daze, you realize that jungwon has you pinned under him, his eyes wild with a hungry look in them. he pushes your legs right up against your chest, lining himself up with your entrance.
"the moment you start showing, no one in this goddamn bunker will have a single doubt who gave you that baby," jungwon counters, thrusting into you. he gives you no time to adjust, picking up where you left off.
you cry out, trying to anchor yourself on anything your hands can find. eventually, you find purchase in jungwon's shoulders. he feels your nails digging in, and he mutters a soft 'fuck', speeding up his movements, the wet sounds of his skin slapping against yours so incredibly obscene in the confined space of his room.
"give it to me, please," you say, meeting jungwon's eyes as he continues to fuck into you. his forehead is creased, a look of concentration washing over his face.
"cum inside, fill me up as many times as you want, fuck it deep in me," you continue, cradling jungwon's face in your hands, the tender gesture a contrast to how rough he's bein.
"god," jungwon groans, voice breaking at the end as he speeds up, but then he halts abruptly, his mouth hanging open in a silent moan. you feel him twitch inside you and you gasp, clenching down as hard as you can.
"fuck, yes, milk it all out," jungwon says. he starts to thrust up into you again, watching as his cock is slowly coated with his cum spreading all over your cushy walls.
you whine, your fingers finding their way down to your cunt, your middle and ring finger pressing onto your clit. you rub at it ferociously, the idea of jungwon's sticky release inside of you turning you on impossibly.
"i'm getting hard again, jesus christ," jungwon complains but his movements don't cease. he's shaking from the overstimulation but he wraps his arms around you, pulling your limp form up against him.
"rub that pretty pussy for me, babe," jungwon requests, thrusting up into you shallowly.
"make yourself cum while i fill you up for a second time."
---
"so?"
you jump a little at the sudden intrusion. you look up at jungwon through both of your reflections in your bathroom mirror. three pregnancy tests lie in a neat line on the edge of the sink.
"i just started the timer, jungwon," you reply with a laugh. jungwon turns you around to face him, kissing you briefly.
"hm," you say, looking up at jungwon questioningly. "you never kiss me unless you want something."
"well," jungwon begins, hands slipping under your sweater. "we can always kill time while we wait for the results."
you shake your head, but you're already pressing yourself up against jungwon. "you're insatiable, dr. yang."
jungwon winks at you, undoing your bra under your shirt. "you know it."
"plus, you just look too good in this damn lab coat."
you honestly couldn't comprehend why falling for your brother's best friend was so taboo... especially when said best friend was jake sim. // minors dni, 18+
words: 6.55k // warnings: established relationship, jock!jake, frat!jake x sorority!reader, brother!heesung, unprotected sex (pull out method is used - wrap it before you tap it guys)
loving jake sim was easy, like breathing. everything he did was the epitome of âboyfriendâ, and it never failed to have butterflies in your stomach and a flush of red on your cheeks. you just wished you could love him out loud, show him off to the world as yours, and you knew deep down he felt the same.
you didnât understand why falling for your brotherâs best friend was so taboo. sure, heesung was jakeâs only hyung, and that made things slightly more awkward - jake would never want to do anything that could offend or upset heesung, but falling for you was never on his agenda when befriending his older friend on the football team.
now heesung had graduated, it was easier for you and jake to just be together on campus, but sometimes it got difficult. he couldnât just turn up to pick you up from home for a date over the holidays, and you had to be careful with your proximity and interactions when you were all hanging out as a group with their other friends.
part of you felt awful about hiding this from your elder brother, but no one knew how heâd react so you were biding your time in finding the right time to tell him. you hoped heâd approve - you needed him to approve. more than anything. you couldnât lose jake, not after spending so long falling for everything about him. all his quirks and secret hobbies. all his guilty pleasures and his routines. his coffee order, the songs he uses to hype himself up before a game. the way he holds you, the way he kisses you - conveying everything he couldn't say through the way his lips meshed with yours.
however, what you werenât expecting was for everything to come tumbling out when heesung gatecrashed a frat party with a bunch of other last yearsâ graduates from the football team.
jake had met heesung when the younger was just a baby-faced college freshman. it was only a few years ago, but it felt like a lifetime. jake was a pledge for kappa nu, where heesung was already a brother - a legacy, actually. his father and uncles had all been in kappu nu during their time at the college, and it was safe to say heesung was one of their most active members.
heesung quickly adopted jake as his little brother, seeing a lot of himself in the bright-eyed kid. they became best friends almost as quickly, heesung introducing jake to the football team, which is where jake got his confidence to actually go to tryouts.
he had met you not far into the semester, at a mixer between his frat, and your sorority - where you were, much like your brother, a legacy. you were instantly attracted to him, and got chatting almost straight away. you told him about how your entire family had gone to HybeU, and that nowhere else even seemed like an option for you brother the previous year, or you when you had applied. it turned out HybeU loved legacy students, and were keen to take on as many as they could.
with the flush of alcohol running through your veins, you almost got the confidence to ask jake to take you back to his room, before your brother called out your childhood nickname - stunning both you and jake.
â(n/n)! youâve met jake! heâs the kid i was telling you about!â
he was so excited for his best friend to meet his treasured little sister, but you couldnât deny the awkwardness that developed between you and jake after. almost as if your brother being his best friend was an instant turn-off for him.
but as much as he tried to put distance between you to ignore the growing crush he developed on you from the first time he saw you - he couldnât. it was like he couldnât escape you. he was going to hang out off campus with his friends? heesung was insistent on bringing you along! a football match, or even practice? oh, you were in the stands because heesung was taking you out for some brother-sister bonding after. jake was struggling in his english lit class, which he needed to pass to stay on the team? you loved the novel he was learning about, heesung would see if you were free to tutor him sometime!
it was almost as if the universe, or even heesung himself was trying to push the two of you together. he almost got up the courage to ask heesung for his blessing to take you on a date, until he was stuck in a conversation with his hyung and another frat brother which changed his perspective.
âi dunno, man. your sisterâs pretty cute, and sheâs around all the time. iâd take her out, you know?â
heesung seethed at the mere thought of it. âif you, or anyone here for that matter, even think about touching my sister i promise i wonât hesitate to cut your balls off. sheâs off limits, got it?â
oh.
maybe jake wouldnât ask you out, after all.
but it was so difficult - to be around you so often and not be able to voice his feelings. he truly had no idea you felt the same way, especially clueless to the conversation you and heesung had after you ended up blushing and shy everytime you hung out with his friends. heesung didnât know your feelings for jake, and so he couldnât tell the boy in question, and you were happy to keep it that way. he just warned you that his friends were off-limits, and probably not the type of boyfriend material you were after. in fact, he warned you that most frat boys were not the type of boys heâd want his sister to be with.
it was only after your childhood best friend and sorority sister started dating a shared friend of heesung and jake - and by default, you - that you began to question hiding your feelings from jake. jay was lovely, and he was so perfect to mina that you couldnât help but wonderâŠ. why couldnât that be you? why couldnât it be jake picking you up from mixers when you drank too much, or bringing coffee to your morning lecture because you were tired? what was the harm in trying?
embarrassingly, your confession came when jake picked you up from a bar - entirely by accident. heesung was sick and all your friends were either busy, or had also been drinking. but jake came for you, like a knight in shining armor, and you couldnât help it.
âyouâre so pretty, ikeu.â you breathed, your eyes dancing like stars as you took in the way he stood against his car waiting for you. you watched as a pretty, pink blush spread across his cheeks and he shook his head softly.
âyouâre drunk,â he started, opening the passenger door to help you in. âcâmon. you need some water and to go to bed.â
of course you listened, it was jake so why wouldnât you? but you were still determined to prove your point.
âno, seriously, jake. youâre, likeâŠ. gorgeous,â you couldnât look away from him as he pulled away from the curb to take you back to your sorority house. âeveryone loves you and its not fair. it means iâm not special.â
he was taken aback by your words, glancing over at you slightly shocked when he reached a red light. his heart was hammering in his chest, but he was painfully aware that he couldnât respond the way he truly wanted, especially while you were intoxicated in his passenger seat.
âyou are special, (y/n). i donât think you realize how special you are to me. but let's not talk about this now, yeah?â
âbut if not now, then when? heesung wouldnât let us be alone together if he knew how i really felt.â you huffed, opting to stare out the window instead. jake thought you looked like a child sulking, it was kind of cute.
â(y/n),â he started softly. âif you like me more than as a friend, itâs okay. it actually makes the way iâve been pining over you less embarrassing. but you know we canât act on it, right? heesung would kill me.â
you couldnât help the tears that build it your eyes as jake pulled up to your house, the car drawing to a stop as you let out a sigh.
âi know. thanks for the ride, jake. see you around, i guess.â
you had left the car before he could even say another word, but he was too stupid and overwhelmed to go after you, which in hindsight was his biggest mistake. you started avoiding him after that, barely able to act normal when you bumped into him with your brother.
it went on for three weeks, and he couldnât stand it. fuck what heesung thought. he couldnât cope with the way you avoided him like the plague - not when he knew you felt the same way as him.
heesung had gone away on a trip with one of his clubs, and you felt restless and abandoned. youâd never been away from your brother for too long, and not having him within an armâs distance was unsettling in every way. you started hanging out at the frat house again more often, as you saw the guys as brothers of your own by default, but that didnât stop you from avoiding jake still.
it was only when he bumped into you in the kitchen at 3am one morning that he got up the courage to confront you, and neither of you could have expected the turn that the night would take.
âyou know you donât have to act like i donât exist, right? it actually fucking sucks.â
you jumped, not expecting the voice behind you as you filled your water bottle in the sink. you knew it was jake, and as much as you wanted to avoid this conversation, you knew you couldnât. you sighed, switching off the faucet and turning to face him, taking in the way he seemed exhausted in every sense of the word.
âjake, i canât do this right now, okay?â
âbut if not now, then when?â he snapped, mirroring your words from the night you told him of your feelings for him, and you had to admit you felt a bit ashamed. was it really eating him up that bad?
âyou were right. heesung would kill you. so whatâs the point of entertaining something that can never happen? being around you is too hard right now, so iâm keeping my distance until iâm over this. please donât make it harder for me, jake.â
there was a beat of silence as jake processed what you had said and took a mental battle with himself. you could see the cogs turning in his head as he muttered to himself, angry with you ro himself, you werenât sure.
âletâs just⊠talk about this another time, okay?â
you went to walk past him, but you didnât get far before he grabbed your wrist with a silent plea to just wait and hear him out. the contact between you had your skin buzzing, and all of a sudden you completely forgot why youâd been avoiding him. why couldnât you both just be normal people?
jake sighed, his eyes darting over your face for any signs of discomfort.
âjustâ fuck it. fuck what heesung thinks.â was all he said before pulling you closer and placing his lips on yours. and it felt magical. yeah, you may have been kissing in his fraternity kitchen at almost half past three in the morning, wearing one of his friendâs shirts as a sleep dress, but it was the most perfect first kiss you could have even imagined.
he couldnât stop himself, pressing peck after peck to your soft lips, his hands cupping your face like youâd disappear if he let go. your hands, on the contrary, had dipped under his shirt, holding onto his waist like it was keeping you grounded. it took everything in you not to dig your nails into his gorgeous skin when his teeth nipped your bottom lip, and you let out an embarrassing whimper. god, were you really that touch-starved?
eventually, you had to pull away for breath, mumbling against his lips because you couldnât bring yourself to be too far for him. âtake me to your room, jake. i donât care what we do, we could just sleep for all i care, i just need to be close to you.â
he grinned, softly caressing your cheek as he pulled away, and you blushed at the way he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky. he was quick to take your hand and pull you up the stairs to his bedroom. once you were safely in with the door closed and locked, he practically begged you to change into one of his shirts to sleep in, his puppy-dog eyes making you weak in the knees.
âplease, (y/n), i canât sleep next to you knowing youâre wearing one of jungwonâs shirts. what about ifâ listen, whatever one you choose iâll let you keep it, yeah?â
he was cute when he begged, not that he needed to. and the second you were curled up in his bed, one of your legs slung over his waist while his fingers drew soft patterns on your skin - you knew you were in love.
almost two years had passed since jake asked you to be his girlfriend, exactly a year after you found yourself curled up in his bed with a shitty tv show playing in the background - and things were a lot different since then
you were both seniors now. jake was captain of the football team, while you were president of the musical theater society. heesung had graduated a year earlier, and while you felt bad about hiding a huge part of your life from him, being with jake couldnât be better.
now heesung was no longer on campus, you could go out holding hands, or stay at each otherâs dorms without the worry of being caught. you could kiss jake when he ran up to you happily after a successful football game, and he could meet you with flowers after one of your musical theater performances.
you just prayed that heesung would stay oblivious enough at least until after you graduated - youâd feel less bad about telling him then. in fact, you were impressed with how well you and jake were hiding it from him. unfortunately for you, it wouldnât last as long as you hoped.
not long before the first semester of your senior year ended, kappa nu decided to throw a huge celebration party - mainly to celebrate the upcoming graduates, but also just to enjoy the end of the semester before christmas break.
of course, you and jake were keen to go - even more so when sunghoon had excitedly told you it was going to be a costume party. the concept of a costume party sparked many playful fights between jake and yourself - he wanted to go in hogwarts robes, but you felt that was too halloween-like and wanted something moreâŠ. couple-y? cute?
eventually, you decided to go as romeo and juliet, jake searching high and low for a non-metallic knight costume that was breathable and easy to move in, while you had it easy. you thrifted a really cute white dress, and found a pair of good quality, dainty angel wings online for a relatively cheap price.
the two of you decided not to show one another your costumes until the day of the party, where youâd have to meet jake at the kappa nu house where he was given the responsibility of greeting guests. it was exciting, and you decided to throw in your own twist to the costume as a fun surprise for him.
it felt like a given that youâd stay with jake after the party, crashing in his room and probably spending all your hangover recovery time with him, so why not make it interesting? you searched online high and low to find the perfect website - and when you did, you ordered a gorgeous lace thong in white (to match your dress) with the phrase âjakeâs girlâ etched into the hemline with crystal lettering. talk about a perfect early christmas present, right?
you tried to avoid talking about the party with him after that, afraid youâd accidentally spill your guts and spoil the surprise for him. but luckily he seemed more caught up in the love lives of his friends - more specifically, who theyâd all be bringing to the party.
âi think sunooâs going to bring that sophomore girl from his accounting seminars. at least i hope so, god, iâm so sick of hearing him pine after her. i swear i wasnât that bad before we got together.â
looking over at jay who was sitting opposite you with mina in the cafe, he gave you a look that told you all you needed to know. jake was definitely that bad. probably worse. in fact, you did them all a favor by getting with him because he would never shut the fuck up about you.
when the day of the party finally arrived, you and your sorority sisters decided to all band together and get ready in your living room - helping one another with makeup, straightening each otherâs hair, being each otherâs designated photographers for instagram posts. you had no idea anyone off campus knew anything about the party - especially not last years graduates - until you got a message from your brother.
have fun tonight, (n/n)!!! send me a picture of ur costume :( im so annoyed iâm not there kappa nu didnât do anything like this before i graduated
for some reason, the wording of heesungâs message felt ominous. you werenât sure how he even knew about the party, but you shook it off the second one of the younger, freshman girls in your house asked you if you could braid her hair - which you agreed to, happily pulling out a box of hair ties.
by the time all the girls were ready, it was half past nine and you were a little late for the party - not that you minded. after shoving some essentials in the little purse you were bringing, you all left the house to start the short walk to the kappa nu house.
it probably looked insane - 15 girls all dressed in different costumes that definitely didnât coordinate walked down the road in the student village. you all looked like you were going to completely different events, and the effects of the pre-drinks were starting to kick in with the way you were all giggling like maniacs. half of you couldnât walk in a straight line sober, so the group of you stumbling across the curb mustâve looked rather amusing to passers-by.
you and the elder sisters in the sorority stayed to the back of the group as your approached the house, wanting all the younger girls to get in the house safely and make sure you hadnât lost anyone on the walk there - the freshman and sophomores were feral, and sometimes you struggled to keep track of them.
you smiled as jake came into your line of vision, his freshly bleached hair in a dirty blonde adding to the effect of the costume. you liked it, maybe too much, but that was a problem for later. he grinned when he saw you, taking in your outfit and making you do a quick twirl for him.
âyou look good, baby. iâll be inside in a minute, yeah? theyâre making me stay on the door until the last sorority gets here.â he pressed a kiss to your temple as you ran your hands over the armor of his costume - it was surprisingly good quality, and you couldnât help but wonder where he got it so last minute.
âno worries, jakey, just come find me when you get in.â you pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, reaching up to rub away the remains of your lipgloss after. you took note of the soft hue of red coating his cheeks and turned to wave at him as you walked into the house. you would never get over the affect you had on jake, it was both endearing and so, so fucking attractive.
jake wormed his way through the crowds of people towards you about 15 minutes later, a red solo cup of punch in each hand. he passed you a cup and sipped his own as you danced with your friends, having the best time of your college life so far. when youâd finally had enough of dancing with jake and your friends, and your feet started to hurt, you took jakeâs hand and began mingling - being a social butterfly was never on your agenda, but you loved knowing so many people and being able to say hi and know the names of most people at the party.
it was only about an hour and a half into the party that you remembered your surprise for jake, and the alcohol coursing through your veins gave you enough confidence to finally show him. you and jake were by no means new to sexual activity with one another, but he still always managed to make you shy and for once you wanted to give him the same effect.
you waved goodbye to jay and mina, quickly pulling jake towards an empty bathroom and giggling as he questioned where you were going. his cousin and frat brother had finally met a girl, so his bedroom was off-bounds as jake had loaned it to him for the night, so for now a bathroom was your best option.
pushing jake in and locking the door behind you, heâd never been so confused in his life.
âwhatâs going on, angel? you getting overwhelmed out there?â he asked as you hopped onto the counter shaking your head.
âgot a surprise for you, jakey, but i couldnât show you out there. trust me, you donât want anyone else to see it.â biting your lip to try and contain your grin, you moved jakeâs hands to the hem of your dress, urging him to lift it up.
he chuckled breathlessly, confused by your antics.
âdonât tell me youâve got all needy for me already, huh? oh, baby, what am i going to do with you?â
you groaned as he simply fingered the hemming of your dress, your eyebrows furrowing slightly in frustration. annoyed with his waiting game, you lifted your dress, the light catching the crystals on your panties causing his eyes to go flying down to them.
it took him a minute to process what the lettering spelt, but once he did, he looked back up at you with a smirk. one that had you clenching your thighs together, anticipating what was to come.
âyeah, youâre my girl,â he hummed, the cockiness flooding through in this tone. âmy pretty, pretty girl, arenât you? you did all this for me, hmm?â
you nodded shyly, a coat of red settling gently on your cheeks as he caressed your bare thighs. you loved it when he got possessive, and he loved it equally as much when you willingly submitted yourself to him completely.
ânuh uh, use your words,â he chuckled, pinching the skin between his fingers and reveling in the way your breaths got shorter as he inched closer to your core. âyouâre a big girl, arenât you? my girl. use your words for me, my angel girl.â
âdid it all you for, jakey,â you mumbled, nosing against his neck as he pulled himself closer to you. âjust wanna be pretty for you.â
his fingers reached further up, fiddling with the lettering on the hem of your panties as he pressed a searing hot kiss to your lips.
âmy pretty girl. got me all worked up now, you know that? canât even take you to my room,â the grumble in his voice was only half-serious, knowing full well that he planned to ruin you right there on top of the bathroom counter. âwill you let me have my way with you right here, pretty?â
you simply nodded, too overwhelmed in your lust for the boy in front of you that words failed you. he cupped your face in his soft hands, pressing his lips firmly against your own, and an embarrassing whimper fell from your throat. how had you been together for bordering on two years, but even a simple kiss had you melting under his fingertips?
you didnât know how or when your panties ended up strewn on the bathroom floor, or when jaeyun had pulled down the top of your dress, your tits spilling out so prettily as he mouthed at them - but you couldnât complain. not when you felt budding marks blooming across your skin, nor when he pulled you closer so your hips sat flush to each other and his cock aching in his pants pressed against you so deliciously.
while one of your hands was wandering lower, pressing between your bodies to try and get a grip on jakeâs belt buckle, the other was wrapped in strands of his hair, the feeling of his lips leaving a fiery wake on your skin being both too much and not enough. he was panting and allowing little whines to leave his lips as you tugged on his roots - something you discovered that he thoroughly enjoyed quite early into your relationship.
almost as if he didnât want to - which he probably didnât in all honesty - he finally pulled himself away from your chest enough to help you unbuckle his trousers and lower them, along with his boxers, just enough so his cock could spring out of its confines. he was so hard you wouldnât be surprised if it was bordering on uncomfortable, and you wanted nothing more than for him to bully himself inside you and fill you up only the way he could - so, so perfectly.
you spat on your hand before stroking his length, the boy in front of you slightly jolting at the sudden stimulation. although, as much as he wanted nothing more than to be buried inside your walls, he also seemed keen on the idea of teasing you, causing you to groan and throw your head back in frustration.
âplease, baby. need you in me. wonât you fuck me, jakey, please?â you put on your best puppy-dog eyes in hopes of swaying him, and in one swift movement he hooked an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him as he eased inside your tight hole.
âfuck, angel. havenât i fucked you good enough, huh? still so tight after all this time, its almost like your pretty pussyâs suffocating me.â
you keened at his words, head falling forward to rest against his shoulder as he began shallowly thrusting into you. you were well aware that jake was particularly endowed, but somehow it managed to catch you off guard every time he sheathed his entire length inside you. youâd never felt so full, and it was addicting. in fact, everything he did was addicting.
the way he rolled his pelvis into yours had you drooling onto his costume, your eyes rolling into the back of your head in a way beyond your control. maybe it was the alcohol in your systems, or the fact you were fucking in the bathroom of his frat house, but you swore jake had you seeing stars faster than ever before.
anyone who stood too close to the bathroom door would be fully aware of what was going on, the sound slapping sounds and moans echoing off the tiled walls easily overpowering the loud bass of the music for anyone in a close enough proximity. you slung both arms around his neck, tears welling up in your eyes at how good he was making you feel.
but then, a knock on the door caught you off guard, jakeâs hand slamming over your mouth - he didnât want anyone else to hear your pretty calls of his name, and he was sure he could get rid of whoever was outside the door easily.
âyeah? kinda busy in here, sorry!â jake called out through gritted teeth, his cock never stopping its assault on your gummy walls. his eyes were screwed tightly shut, and you couldnât help but move his hand from your mouth and run your tongue over the veins popping out on his neck, collecting all the sweat on your tongue. it was so hot, the idea of one of his frat brothers catching you in the act.
âjake? bro, is that you?â suddenly jakeâs hips stilled inside you, both of you in utter disbelief, not wanting to recognize the voice on the other side of the door that your eyes were glued to. âsorry, man, iâm looking for (y/n), have you seen her?â
you gasped, not expecting jake to shallowly start thrusting into you again, the fact that your brother was standing on the other side of a plank of wood doing nothing to fend off his impending orgasm.
âi dunno, man. have you asked the others? iâll talk to you once iâm finished in here.â he groaned, heeseung letting out an amused laugh when he finally caught on to jakeâs x-rated activities.
âyeah sure, bro. make sure you clean up after yourself, yeah?â
as soon as heeseungâs voice had quietened and you were sure he had walked away, jakeâs grip on your hips became tighter as he pulled you into a bruising kiss and began pistoning his hips in and out of you at an animalistic pace.
you couldnât stop the loud whines and moans from falling from your lips, gripping onto his biceps to try and support the way you were wobbling on the counter. you couldnât believe how keen he was, especially after talking to your brother while his cock was buried in your walls.
âjake- oh, fuckâ jakey, heâs gonna find outâ hnnââ the knot in your abdomen was growing tighter and tighter by the second, and you were sure you looked a mess of drool and running makeup by now. but jake didnât stop. instead he attached his lips back to your neck, mumbling against the skin.
âdonât care. just need to feel you cum around me. can figure out everything else later.â
and for once, you couldnât bring yourself to care. jakeâs fingers fumbled as he reached down to rub your clit, the extra stimulation hurling you right to the edge of your release. between his lips, his fingers, his cock, you couldnât hold yourself back or give him any warning. your orgasm hit you like a brick wall, your body stiffening and walls clamping down on jakeâs length like a vice.
you practically saw white, eyes rolling to the back of your head, mouth in a wide âoâ as the waves of pleasure rolling through your body all the way to your soul. jake cursed, almost whimpering as he pulled his length out of you.
âsorry, baby. canât fill you up, tonight.â he groaned, fisting his cock harshly and allowing his load to release all over your exposed abdomen. heavy pants filled the room, your hands on jakeâs shoulders as he gripped the counter either side of you body while you tried to catch your breath.
silently, he pulled himself away to get some tissue, cleaning himself up and tucking his softening length back into his pants, before running a face cloth under the bathtub faucet.
âgonna clean you up, okay, pretty girl? just sit there and be good for me.â he murmured before bringing the towel down to your folds, gently wiping away the remains of your activity. he was always extra cautious about aftercare, painfully aware of where you were most sensitive before you even figured it out. he then helped you down off of the counter, telling you to go pee while he cleaned the counter - which, being his good girl, of course you did.
ânow, act normal, okay? go sit by sunooâs room, and iâll go find heeseung and tell him i found you there.â he smiled softly, peppering kisses all over your face as you giggled. âyou sure you can walk okay?â
you nodded, a blush spreading on your cheeks before tapping his butt gently.
âyes, i promise. now unlock the door before someone thinks i got kidnapped.â
ânah, youâd bore them to death talking about twilight. theyâd give you back to me within an hour.â he joked, chuckled as you feigned offense and gently slapped his chest. he unlocked the door, opening it enough to slip out and pull you out with him, but he didnât go as far as you thought he would. for some reason, he came to a dead stop almost instantly without warning you, and you ended up slamming straight into his back.
âouch, jake, what the fuckââ but your words were cut short as you peered around him and were met with the figure of your brother standing across the hall, phone in one hand and a drink in the other, staring straight at you. âah, shit.â
heeseung didnât say a single word as he approached, barely looking you in the eye until he walked past you. âi think we need to talk, donât we? iâll meet you in the den.â and with that, he simply walked away.
heeseungâs emotions were hard to read at the best of times, but he was certainly hiding how he felt well in that moment. you looked up at jake, only to be met with his terrified face and his grip on your hand tightening slightly.
silently, you sighed and began leading him towards the den, where your brother would be waiting. whatever happened in there, you would stand your ground. you were hopelessly in love with jake, and if heeseung didnât like it - well, he would just have to suck it up. heâd come around eventually, of course, but there was no way in hell you were leaving the love of your life purely because your brother told you to.
you softly pressed a kiss to jakeâs cheek before walking into the den, as requested by heeseung. honestly, you were ready to go in all guns blazing, and you were never opposed to yelling at your brother if it meant heâd listen to you. when you entered, jake trailing behind you, heeseung was already sat on a beanbag, face unreadable.
jake, somehow, had the courage - or, maybe stupidity - to go and sit on the beanbag opposite heeseung, but you chose to stay standing with your arms folded over your chest.
âwhatever you have to say, seung, just say it and get it over with. iâm not in the mood for a lecture.â
finally, heeseung pulled his gaze to you, but still, his expression was utterly unreadable. his eyes drifted over to jake before coming back to you, and you were more than relieved when he finally spoke.
âplease just sit down, (n/n). iâm not going to lecture you, i swear.â
you huffed, avoiding his eyes as you plopped yourself into the beanbag next to jake. speaking of which, jake looked like he was about to vomit. his hands were almost rigid at his side, and if you couldnât see the slight movement of his shoulders you wouldâve probably thought he wasnât breathing.
you had to stop yourself from taking jakeâs hands in yours to comfort him - if heeseung kicked off over it, you werenât sure how jake would take it, and you didnât want to wind your brother up even more.
the room was eerily silent for a while; too long, for your liking.
you almost thought heeseung had lost his mind when he started smiling, assuming he was taking joy from yours and jakeâs apparent fear. in fact, you couldâve sworn you hadnât seen such a smile on his face since the day you told him that youâd been accepted to HybeU.
âgod, you guys are so cute. did you really think i hadnât picked up on it by now? i basically shipped you from the start.â
suddenly all the air came back into the room, and you let out a breath you didnât know you were holding.
âyou knew? hyung, butâ i thought you wouldâve killed me if you knew!â jake seemed to be absolutely flabbergasted by this new information, and you werenât in a much better state. had he feigned ignorance to see how long you could keep up the charade? had he faked his annoyance when he caught you, just to see you squirm?
âhee, how long have you known?â was all you could ask before your brother shrugged, as if he hadn't admitted something major the second before.
âiâve known since the start. everyone except you guys knew that i knew, we all kind of had a bet going to see how long it would last before you told meâŠ. i won, by the way. i gathered youâd wait until after your graduation.â
you spluttered as jakeâs face turned beetroot red, unable to comprehend what heeseung was saying.
âlisten, iâm not mad. i get it. you both thought iâd be mad, so you hid it. actually, it was kind of funny hearing you sneak jake into the house during the holidays, or watching him park down the street so i wouldnât see him picking you up.â
you sat with heeseung a while longer, him gladly answering the bombard of questions that you and jake had for him. and slowly, you became more comfortable being touchy with jake in front of him. jakeâs hand ended up on your thigh, which you ended up taking in your own. then, your legs were slung over his lap while he had an arm around your shoulder. yeah, heeseung fake gagged when jake kissed your cheek, but you knew it was all in good heart given the smile of your brotherâs face.
in all honesty, heeseung was just glad you had someone to look after you. someone to love you as much as jake clearly did. he knew he couldnât keep you wrapped up, protected from the world forever, but he truly couldnât ask for a better boyfriend for you than jake.
eventually, you all went back to the party, deciding to enjoy the last few hours of fun before everyone had to leave and head back to their own dorms.
with a drink in your hand, and your arms around jakeâs waist, youâd never felt happier. it was actually quite liberating, knowing that your brother knew and approved of your relationship, and you were grateful that you were blessed with a brother as good as heeseung.
swaying to your favorite song with jakeâs arms around you, and your heart thumping in your chest, you leaned up to plant a soft kiss on his face. he grinned, returning the kiss and leant his head against yours.
âwhat was that for, bubba?â
ânothing in particular,â you admitted, shaking your head slightly. âjust love you, thatâs all.â
