Content tags ☆ Patheticboyfriend!jisung, implied unistudent!jisung, he be stroking that thang, self pleasure on jisungs behalf, can you tell i dont like the M word it makes me feel sick, e* sex? Kinda?, ummmmmm. I think that's all.
☆ ~700 Words
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Sungie 💕🪐 3 missed calls
22:51 ----------------------------------------
Sungie 💕🪐 sent a video
You knew missing that one lecture would come back to bite you in the butt. Of course it would. It contained some of the most important information needed for your upcoming exam, causing you to spend the last 7 hours in the library on campus going over every single topic your professor mentioned would be on the exam, as well as catching up on your missed lecture. Being completely unaware of how late it was getting, paired with your phone being on do not disturb, you missed your boyfriends desperate attempts to contact you.
You tapped on your text conversation with the boy once you got back to your dorm, kicking off your shoes and curling up on your bed as you played the video he had sent you.
"Baby.." Jisungs voice echoed out of your phones speaker, the camera close to his face where only his eyes were visible. "Where are you? I thought you said you'd spend the night, I miss you so much..." The boy hummed out, his deep voice slightly whiny.
You whispered out a 'shit...', having completely forgotten about your promise to Jisung.
The camera panned out slightly, showing Jisung laid on his bed in an oversized jumper, you recognised it as one he often slept in. The video was dark, Jisungs room being dimly lit by a single lamp next to his bed, but you could make out the soft pout of his lips, slightly parted as he gripped his jumper with his free hand.
"I need you... baby-" Jisung spoke quietly, the camera moving further back, his jumper was scrunched up at the bottom, revealing his hard length. The camera captured his slender fingers wrapped around the base, gently pumping himself as quiet whines escaped his lips.
Jisung stopped his actions as quickly as he started, moving to rest his phone against his lamp, the camera facing him, full body exposed. He laid back down and lifted his jumper up his torso more, the light capturing the gentle dimples of his stomach.
Jisungs hand wrapped around his cock once again, pumping it quicker this time. His eyebrows furrowed as your name fell from his lips in pathetic moans and whimpers. "Baby- ahh...." He sucked a breath in through his teeth,"Fuck- miss you so much...." he hissed as his free hand moved to run through his hair, tugging it gently.
Jisung ran his thumb over his slit, collecting the beading precum and smearing it down his length with a soft whimper. His hips bucked, starting to fuck up into his hand, his quiet moans growing ever louder. "Fuck- fuck~" He moaned, voice cracking slightly "wish you were here so bad baby... would make you cum so hard... you'd make me cum so hard." He mumbled, a small laugh escaping him.
Jisungs lower half was a mess at this point, hand furiously pumping his swollen cock, precum coating the both of them. He shifted slightly to lay half on his side, the only noises present in the video being Jisungs pretty moans and whimpers, his arm moving quicker and shallower as he visibly neared his peak. A particularly long whine slipped from his lips as his movements stopped, eyes squeezed shut and his hand wrapped firmly around his head.
You watched the screen as the camera barely picked up Jisungs cum dribbling down his length, he shifted slightly and with a quiet sigh he pulled his hand off of his head, spreading his fingers to reveal strings of cum webbing between his fingers. "Fuck" Jisung mumbled, reaching behind his phone to grab some tissues, cleaning off his hand and cum soaked dick "See what you do to me? Hm? Wouldn't have made such a mess if you were here" he said with a slight laugh, picking his phone up and returning it to the same position the video started in, close to his face with only his eyes visible. "I love you~" Were the only words he spoke before promptly ending the video.
You released a breath you didn't know you were holding once the video had ended, staring at the text conversation with Jisung on your screen. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, debating on how to respond.
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Sungie 💕🪐
- Fuck that was hot
- I'm sorry baby
- Was studying at the library and completely forgot
Warnings: devastatingly sweet soft dom!jiung, passionate deep emotional sex, pet names (my love x100), oral (fem receiving), fingering, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, praise, uhh i think thats it
Word count: 4.2k
Authors notes: wow guys thank you so much for the love on part 1.... finally got around to this and I know a lot of people were excited so if you enjoyed reading it (dedicating this to my wife ily archie) pls leave a like, reblog, or comment to let me know🥹 okay without further ado....
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"Can't wait to make love to you."
Jiung's spent voice and sultry words echoed in your mind endlessly since that night. You replayed them over and over again along with the visual of him, through your blurred and teary eyes, giving you exactly what you needed.
You had committed the way he felt inside of you to memory, that agonizing inch of him entering and rubbing against you. Even after he came—when he stayed inside you until his cock softened and slipped out—you missed the connection deeply.
God, you missed it so much. You didn't know it was possible to want something so badly, but you wanted him. Needed him to do exactly what he said he would—make love to you.
No fear was present in the thought. He had erased any last trace of it with how preciously he'd handled you.
You were eager, that much was clear to you both. Just the next day when you saw him again, he was barely one foot in the door when you'd dragged him to your room as he giggled all the way down the hallway of your apartment.
You started how you always did, you straddling his lap as he kissed you until he was painfully hard and you were flushed red with desire. Except when you mimicked your action from the day before, a slight roll of your hips searching for what he'd given you, he moved you off his lap, laying you down beside him on the mattress.
He hovered over you, kissing you messily as his hands explored your body. They traveled down your chest, giving one of your breasts an appreciative squeeze before continuing further down, grazing over your skin until they reached the waistband of your pants.
He kissed your cheek tenderly before whispering, "Is this okay?"
You quickly nodded and tilted your chin up to re-connect your lips, feeling him smile into it as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric to caress your mound over your underwear. Your hips twitched up just slightly as his touch moved lower, hovering lightly over your aching clit.
"J-ji, please."
"What is it, my love? You need my fingers?"
Your mouth fell open to release a soft pant as his lips peppered kisses along your jaw.
His fingers ghosted over the sensitive bud, tantalizing and slow—you couldn't take the teasing anymore.
You raised your hips fully off the bed to meet his fingers and he folded immediately, pressing against your clit to will your hips back down to the bed.
You gasped as he began to rub you slowly with his middle finger, back arching at the jolts of pleasure shooting up your body.
"Spread your legs wider for me, baby—that's it. Good girl." He bit his lip at how ready you were to follow each and every one of his commands, his eyes dark with adoration.
His hand slipped out of your pants and when you looked at him with wide, confused eyes, wondering why he'd stopped, he quickly soothed your worries when he tugged your pants and underwear down in one go.
Even though it hadn't even been a full 24 hours since the previous day's exploration, he missed the sight of your bare legs and cunt, wet and dripping all for him.
Your legs remained pressed together as the cool air hit you, a hint of your previous nervousness returning. He simply coaxed your legs back open, his pretty fingers warm and gentle on your thighs.
"Look at you," he breathed, voice heavy with awe. "So beautiful. Every inch of you is perfect. This pretty pussy... God, what did I do to deserve you."
He carefully carded a finger through your arousal, using it to resume the slow, circling stimulation to your clit. Then he transitioned to rubbing up and down your folds, fingers prodding gently at your hole every so often, coating himself in your juices.
"I'm gonna put my finger in, okay?" he murmured, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "Gotta stretch you open a little to get you used to the feeling for later."
The reminder of what was to come had you whining in anticipation.
Jiung kept his eyes locked on yours as he slowly pushed his middle finger inside. It didn't hurt as much as his tip, but there was still a slight burn that had your face scrunching. As his finger settled knuckle-deep inside you, his mouth dropped open at the feeling.
"Fuck... so tight," he rasped, voice low and strained. "You're squeezing me so perfectly, baby. That's it, just relax and let me in. You're doing so well."
He pumped the single finger in and out with devastating patience, curling gently until he found the spot that made your toes curl.
When your hips began to chase his hand, he added a second finger, sliding in alongside the first with a soft, wet squelch that made your cheeks burn.
"Two now, sweetheart. You feel that? How full you are?"
He scissored his fingers gently, stretching you with care while his thumb circled your clit.
By the time he worked a third finger into you, you were shaking below him. The stretch burned so sweetly, the fullness overwhelming in the best way. Jiung was practically shaking too, forehead pressed to yours as he slowly fucked you with his three nimble fingers. Somewhere in the haze you could feel his erection connecting with your leg every few seconds, but you were too blissed out to fully register it.
"Three fingers, my love... you're incredible. All mine."
He curled his fingers just right, stroking that spongy spot inside you over and over while he pressed onto your clit further.
You came hard around his fingers, walls fluttering and clenching, a broken sob of his name tearing from your throat as you soaked over his hand.
Jiung kissed you through every second of it while he held your trembling body against his chest, fingers still buried inside you, gently working you through the aftershocks.
"Shhh, I’ve got you. You did so well. I love you. I love you so much."
A few days later, things went similarly except this time, after he had you naked and trembling beneath him, he slid down the bed to settle between your thighs.
The first swipe of his tongue through your folds sent your head flying back in a desperate moan. Jiung groaned like a man starved, arms wrapping around your thighs to pull you harder against his mouth.
He ate you out like his life depended on it with long, slow, worshipful licks.
You raised yourself to your elbows so you could watch him as he sucked your clit between his lips, tongue flicking rapidly before traveling down to enter you. His nose nudged your clit with every bob of his head and your hand found his hair, tugging just to have something to hold on to.
It was the most vulnerable thing you’d ever experienced, being so exposed while he devoured you. You loved it. You loved him.
But still… a small, insecure part of you began to wonder.
Why wouldn’t he give you what you really wanted—what you wanted him to take from you?
Jiung sensed your slight frustration a few days later when he stopped your lingering hands at his belt.
You looked away, embarrassed, but he gently turned your face back to his.
“I just want to make your first time special,” he murmured. “Want you to remember every second of it. Wanna be able to take my time and make love to you like you deserve to be loved.”
You swallowed, tears pricking at your eyes.
“It doesn’t matter,” you whispered. “It would be special because it’s with you. No matter when it happens.”
Jiung’s expression melted at your words, leaning down to kiss away your anxieties.
“I know, baby. I know,” he murmured against your lips. “But it’s important to me. Please let me do this right. Let me give you the memory you deserve.”
He kissed you again, even softer this time, and pulled back to rest his forehead against yours.
“Soon,” he promised. “Very soon."
And he was being truthful because when Friday morning came and he excitedly texted you that he had not one but two full days off, and that he wanted to take you out and spend the night, you knew that's what he was waiting for.
You spent the afternoon getting ready with trembling hands and a fluttering stomach. When you opened the door for him you could instantly feel the tension between you as his eyes drank you in like he was seeing heaven.
“…God,” he breathed, stepping inside and immediately pulling you into his arms. “Every single time I see you, I swear you get more perfect.”
His hands slid around your waist and tugged you flush against his body as his mouth met yours in an intoxicating kiss. You could tell by the way his fingers gripped your waist that it was taking everything in him not to lift you up and carry you straight to your room, date be damned.
It only occurred to you then how long he had waited. While you were barely able to hold yourself back for a week, he had suffered through months of swollen lips and aching boners, always choosing your comfort over his need. The realization made your knees go weak.
He pulled back just before it became impossible to stop, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he rested his forehead against yours. Without a word he took your hand, lacing your fingers tightly, and guided you out the door.
The entire date was a giddy, lovesick haze. Jiung, usually so composed, couldn’t keep his hands off you.
And halfway through the date, he leaned in close to whisper into your ear.
“Baby… do you want to just go home now?”
You couldn’t even hide your smile. The second you nodded, he let out a relieved laugh, threw cash on the table, and whisked you out of there with your hand firmly in his.
The drive back was silent with anticipation. He kept your hand in his the entire time, thumb stroking over your knuckles and placing endless kisses on them.
When you finally reached your apartment building, he held your hand all the way up the elevator as he rocked back and forth on his heels with an excited smile. You turned your face so he wouldn't be able to see the bright flush that dusted your cheeks.
The second the door to your apartment shut behind you, Jiung was on you.
He cupped your face with both hands and kissed you urgently, his tongue sliding against yours with a groan as he walked you backward until your back met the wall.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he said between kisses, voice trembling with need. “You have no idea how badly I need you.”
His thumb brushed gently over your bottom lip as he swallowed a deep breath to calm his racing heart.
“Are you ready, my love?” he whispered, wanting to make sure even as his body shook with how much he wanted you. “Because once I start…” his voice trailed off as he thought about everything he wanted to do to you.
He looked into your dazed eyes, pupils dilated wide, then to your flushed skin. He leaned forward to press a soft peck to your lips to bring you back to earth. When he pulled back and you leaned forward to chase his lips, your eyes fluttered open, meeting his with the exact same want.
"Please Ji, I need you."
That was all he needed.
He grabbed your hanf and led you down to your bedroom.
You kissed slowly at first—deep presses of your lips that quickly turned hungry. Your hands slid under his shirt, fingers brushing soft skin before you tugged at the hem.
Jiung pulled back just enough to look at you, a soft, loving smile breaking across his flushed face, his eyes already glassy.
“Do you want to undress me, my love?”
You nodded shyly, heat flooding your cheeks. He cupped your face, kissing you once more to reassure you before murmuring against your mouth, “Go ahead.”
With shaky hands you lifted his shirt up his torso as he raised his arms to help you pull it off, revealing his lean, toned chest and the pretty tattoos you adored.
Your eyes traced every line of ink, down to the last pretty butterfly, before drifting even lower to the obvious heavy bulge straining against his pants.
You swallowed the nervous lump in your throat and looked up at him for permission. His dark eyes burned with devotion as he nodded. “Keep going."
You worked his belt open followed by the button. He helped you slide them down his legs and stepped out, leaving him in only his underwear. Your gaze locked onto the way his erection pressed against the thin cotton, the outline of him so clear it made your mouth go dry.
When he noticed you staring, a happy smile bloomed on his lips. He ran one large hand slowly over the bulge, palming himself once as he watched your reaction. Your cheeks burned hotter and you looked away, suddenly overwhelmed by the situation.
Jiung didn't allow any hiding, though. He tilted your chin back to him with two fingers and kissed you again until you had to hold onto him, afraid your weak legs would give out. He walked you to the bed, his mouth never leaving yours as your tongues slid over one another.
He laid you down to settle himself between your parted thighs, immediately pressing his clothed cock against your core. Your back arched at the contact as your breath caught.
“Fu—ahh,” he groaned, voice rough with awe. “I missed this so much.”
He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down your throat while his hand slipped beneath your shirt, brushing up your stomach until he cupped you over your bra. His thumb brushed your nipple through the fabric and you whimpered.
“Jiung… p-please…”
He re-connected your lips in one messy, wet kiss before pulling back just enough to lift your shirt over your head. When his eyes landed on the delicate lace bra, a wide smile crossed his face, eyes shining with both love and lust.
“Did you wear this for me, sweetheart?” he asked as his fingers traced the intricate lace and the tiny bow nestled between your breasts.
You nodded, suddenly feeling shy at the display, but he once again kissed the embarrassment away with soft presses of his lips to your collarbones, your sternum, and to the swell of each breast.
“So pretty,” he whispered in disbelief at the beauty before him. “My perfect girl, dressing up pretty for me. All mine.”
His hands moved to your bottoms, sliding them down your legs to reveal the matching lace panties. It made him sit back on his knees to drink in the full sight of you—chest rising and falling rapidly, the growing wet patch at the center of your spread legs and the way your thighs trembled.
“This pretty pussy's dripping just thinking about taking me, isn’t it?”
He brushed his thumb over your clothed clit, watching with fascination as your belly tightened and your hips twitched. His fingers traveled lower, pressing lightly against the soaked fabric at your entrance, feeling you writhe beneath him.
You whined desperately at the subtle touch, needing to feel more of him. “A-ah... come on Jiung please!”
“I know, my love. I know,” he almost felt bad as he soothed you with a hand on his thigh. “But I have to stretch you first so it doesn't hurt as much when you take all of me."
He hooked his fingers into your panties and peeled them off. A thick strand of your arousal connected the fabric to your dripping folds until it finally snapped, and Jiung let out a wrecked groan at the lewd sight.
“You're unbelievable.”
He pulled the lace completely off your legs and pressed a quick kiss to your bent knee. One of his hands settled on your belly, while the other brushed through your soaked folds.
He pushed your legs open wider, then used both thumbs to spread your folds open so he could see all of you. Your clit and hole pulsed visibly for him, a fresh bead of slick dripping down onto the sheets as he watched, mesmerized.
He circled a finger at your entrance and leaned down to brush his lips against yours as he pushed inside. The kiss turned sloppy and desperate as he worked that one finger in and out.
“Still so tight...” he murmured between kisses. “Can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”
He added a second finger to continue stretching you open as his mouth moved to your chest. He circled his tongue around your nipple through the lace until it hardened to a stiff peak, then grazed it with his teeth just as he pushed a third finger inside you.
You cried out, hands flying to cradle his head, back arching hard into his mouth as the stretch burned so sweetly.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised against your nipple. “Taking my fingers so well. You’re going to take my cock even better, aren’t you?”
"G-gonna—ngh... take your c-cock—"
He pulled his fingers free and you whined at the emptiness, clenching around nothing as he shushed you gently, lifting your back to unclasp your bra and slide it off.
He cupped both breasts in his large hands, kneading them with careful pressure before taking one into his mouth, sucking and licking as his clothed cock ground hard against you.
The moment you started rutting back against him, he moaned loudly around your nipple and sat back, quickly shoving his underwear down to pull his cock free. He was rock hard, flushed a pretty red, a thick bead of precum leaking from the tip.
Your eyes fluttered weakly as you stared at him above you.
Jiung wrapped a hand around the head, rubbing it slowly before moving down his shaft in one long stroke. You darted your tongue out to wet your dry lips without thinking and the sound that left him at the visual was pure desperation.
He leaned over you again, cock lowering until the tip barely grazed your swollen clit. It pulsed upward, a sticky string of your combined arousal connecting you as he bit his lip to control himself. He moved his hips in small, teasing circles, rubbing his entire length through your folds, coating himself in you.
You yanked him down into a frantic kiss as your body convulsed under his touch. The motion made his cock slide harder against you and he cursed into your mouth.
“Fuck—can't believe how wet you are for me, baby... need to put it in.”
He gripped himself and rubbed the tip over the full length of your cunt a few more times before finally positioning himself at your entrance. He pressed against your tight hole, feeling you clench before he even put it in.
He chuckled and rested his forehead against yours, eyes locked as you trembled against each other.
“I’m going to go slow, my love,” he whispered fondly. “Just breathe with me. I’ve got you.”
You nodded as your stomach suddenly erupted with butterflies—a mixture of nerves and your previous fear returning. He leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead and you pushed the fear to the back of your mind.
It took effort, just like the first time. Your walls were so tight but when the tip finally popped inside, a subtle and familiar sting spread as you scrunched your eyes shut. Jiung groaned, mouth falling open in pure bliss.
“Sooo tight… so fucking tight. You’re doing so good, baby. My beautiful girl… taking me so well. I love you. God, I love you more than anything.”
He kissed your cheeks as he sank deeper until he bottomed out completely. Tears slipped freely from your eyes as you tried to adjust to the fullness, but his constant stream of praised and love kept you tethered to him.
“Shhh, I know, sweetheart. I know it hurts. But you’re doing so well.”
Your eyes fluttered open and you took a deep breath. "Can you move now..."
He pecked you sweetly and nodded as he pulled out halfway before sinking back in, watching your face closely to make sure you were okay. He continued the motion, each stroke going a little deeper each time until the pain melted into a toe-curling pleasure. Your mouth fell open as he picked up speed, chest pressed to yours, as your hearts hammered together.
“I-I love you, Ji—ah!” you whimpered against his lips.
“I love you too—fuck, I love you so much. You’re squeezing me so tight, baby. Feel like you were made for me—o-oh god...” he was losing all sense of self as you clamped around him.
He sat back on his knees for better control, gripping your waist as he rocked into you faster. His eyes drank in the sight of you squirming beneath him, breasts bouncing with every thrust, face contorted in pleasure. When your hands thrashed around, searching for something to hold, he caught one, lacing your fingers together and pressing your joined hands to your lower stomach so you could feel him moving inside you.
The new angle let him hit that sensitive spot inside you with every thrust. The pressure built fast as your toes curled and tears continued pouring down your cheeks. You shouted his name in agonized ecstasy.
“Jiung—!”
“I can feel you, you’re so close. You can let go for me. Cum all over my cock, cum for me, pretty girl.”
His free hand found your clit, rubbing it tightly to push you over the edge. Your body locked as your orgasm rushed through you, walls spasming around his thrusting cock. He fucked you through every wave, groaning at how tightly you were squeezing him.
He began slowing down as you came down from the intense orgasm and through the daze, you could tell he hadn’t came yet. Weakly, you whispered, “Keep going… please. Want you to cum inside me.”
Jiung’s eyes widened, torn between not wanting to overwhelm you and his own pleasure, but the willpower to stop simply wasn’t there. He leaned back down, kissing you sloppily and messily as he drove into you harder, chasing his own release.
“Thank you, baby—fuck, thank you. You're so—ngh... so good to me. 'M gonna fill you up. Gonna give you every drop.”
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, panting hard, hips snapping with a helpless force. Every deep thrust ground his base against your overstimulated clit and it hit you hard as your body began to tense again. You shuddered out a cry as you came weakly a second time.
That was exactly what Jiung needed to send him over the edge. He cried out your name, raw and breathless, as he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, pulsing deep inside you. Hot, thick ropes of cum painted your walls as he trembled, whispering a mess of praises against your skin.
For a long moment you simply panted against each other, bodies stuck together, hearts racing in sync. He could feel himself softening inside you so he pulled out slowly. You gasped at the sudden emptiness and the wet trickle of your combined releases that leaked from your swollen cunt.
Jiung sat back on his heels, eyes wide and full of wonder as he watched the mixture of cum dripping from you, a gentle, loving smile growing on his lips.
“Look at that,” he whispered in awe. “So messy and perfect. My cum looks so good leaking out of you, my love.”
He leaned over you to press a kiss to your forehead before reaching for the bottle of water on your nightstand and helping you take small sips. He left the bed to clean himself off and grab a damp towel for you. He slipped his underwear back on and climbed back into bed to clean the mess between your legs with tender and careful strokes, murmuring apologies whenever you twitched from the sensitivity.
After that he didn’t leave you for a second.
He gathered you into his arms and rolled you over so you were lying on his chest, legs tangled together. He stroked your hair and back, pressing endless soft kisses to your forehead as your eyes began to close from exhaustion.
“You did so well, my love,” he cooed lovingly. “I’m so proud of you. Thank you for trusting me with this… with your body and your heart.”
You were too tired to reply with words, so you tilted your chin up at him and he smiled sheepishly before meeting your lips in one last slow, soul-binding kiss, his eyes shining with unshed tears.
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the ableism towards johnny is insane why has everyone forgotten how to be normal about disabled people. people are being so weird about the scene of johnny whilst in care and like. that's a real depiction of how disabled people are mistreated, why are we laughing about the absolute dehumanising abuse johnny went through because of his disability. the way the jojo's fandom has talked about johnny has always been fucking weird but i fear it's only going to get worse and it's really sad to see. to actually have a physically disabled mc is incredible but for people to be so disgusting towards him is so disheartening.
synopsis ▸ jiung may have lost his match but you take it upon yourself to take care of him in more ways than one
δ — nsfw (mdni), smut, jiung is all bruised and beat up, handjob
requested ▸ @mellownorth
ᯓ an — i've been wanting to write boxer jiung for a while thank you for the fuel <3 i also haven't written him in so long i was itching for my boy
MASTERLIST
The place is empty, save for Jiung who sits at the edge of the ring holding an ice bag to his face and wallowing in his defeat.
You frown to yourself at the sight of him. You knew this was an important match for him—he’d been training and preparing for it tirelessly. The defeat wouldn’t be easy for him to handle, so the least you can do is be there for him.
You make your way to the ring, your boots scuffing loud enough against the wooden floors for him to hear but he stays staring at the centre of the ring, as if he was replaying the fight in his mind and wondering just where he went wrong.
You stop at the edge of the ring. “Tough fight,” you say softly.
He only gives you a bare thing of a nod as a response.
Sighing, you pull yourself up and slip inside through the ropes. “Let me,” you say, lowering yourself in front of him and reaching for the ice pack.
He doesn’t meet your eye, but he relinquishes the pack to you and lets you press it to the bruise on his cheekbone. His hands find your waist instead as you settle yourself to straddle his thighs.
There’s a cut against his forehead that’s scabbed over and red, his lower lip a little busted, a few bruises here and there along his bare torso. The thin sheen of sweat makes his skin glisten under the dim lights. Like always, your eyes snag on his tattoos as they make their way back up to his face.
He’s already looking at you, expression devoid of any emotion.
You give him a small smile, brushing back his damp hair with your free hand before curling your fingers into the dark locks and lightly scratching into his scalp.
“You did good tonight, Ji.”
“I lost.”
You raise your brow at him. “And?”
He tries to look away but you catch him by the chin, turning his gaze back to you. His impassive mirage has given away to frustration.
“I lost,” he repeats icily. You know the sharp edges of his words aren’t pointed at you. They’re for himself. “I trained for months and I still lost.”
“And that guy has been training for years,” you point out. If anything, logic will reach him better than baseless consolation would. “You’re still new to this Ji. What matters is that you’re still here. Are you going to cry and run away after one loss?”
His jaw ticks, eyes sharpening at you before he lowers his gaze again.
You shuffle closer, lowering the ice pack to the floor before cradling his jaw in both hands and tilting his gaze back up.
He leans his head back, dark eyes blinking slowly up at you. You brush your thumb under his eye, leaning in to press a quick kiss to the tip of his nose.
“You were real impressive up here,” you tell him, changing tactics.
It seems to get to him. He blinks, lips twitching as he tries to hold in his reaction. “You think so?”
“Mhm,” you agree, pecking the uninjured side of his lips. “You looked like a seasoned fighter. All intimidating and… hot.”
You grin when the corner of his lips tick up. His thumbs slip up under your shirt, digging lightly into your skin.
“Of course you’d get off on me being all beat up and bruised,” he chides lightly, though you can see the growing mischief in his eyes as they trail down to your lips.
“Can you blame me?” You giggle, letting your palms slide down the warm skin of his body before settling at the waistband of his shorts. “It just makes me wanna take care of you.”
His tongue flicks out to wet his lower lip before he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the movement. You follow each shift on him as your hand travels lower, palm pressing down against the growing bulge under his shorts.
He takes a sharp breath, eyes fluttering closed for a moment before they snap back open.
“Yeah?” He asks, voice already gruff and affected. His hands tighten on your hips, starry eyes locked like a trance on your lips.
You tease your thumb over the length of his clothed cock, smiling when you feel it twitching under the minimal sensation.
“Mhm.” You let your hand settle at his waistband again, fingers brushing lightly over the inked skin. “It’s the least I can do after you worked so hard, no?”
He swallows again, brows furrowing as his hips buck up lightly at the brush over his sensitive skin.
“Yeah,” he breathes. “Just—Please don’t tease.” He looks up at you with those big brown eyes, desperate for your touch.
It’s enough to break your resolve. You didn’t plan on teasing in the first place, but there’s no way you could deny those pretty eyes.
So you slip your hand in and wrap your palm around the heavy, pulsing length of his cock.
The reaction is immediate. He lets out a groan, head pushing back against the ropes as his eyes squeeze shut.
“So sensitive, Ji,” you coo, dragging your fist up to collect the moisture at his tip before slicking it down to his base.
Even just that first drag has his breaths stuttering, jaw clenching tight as his fingers dig harder into your hips.
“Mm—“ He lets out a broken moan as you start fisting him at a slow pace. His eyes flutter open again to look up at you, eyes bleary with pleasure. “Feels good,” he whispers.
“Yeah?” You bring your free hand up to card into his hair again, and his eyes flutter as your nails scratch down. “You deserve to feel good,” you tell him. He whimpers softly, gasping when you twist your hand at his tip before picking up the pace. “Especially after how well you did. You did good, didn’t you, Ji?”
His breaths shake, his hips bucking up to meet your fist with a mind of their own. “Y-Yeah,” he whispers hoarsely.
“Yes what?” You ask him and he whines, his cock pulsing under your palm with the threat of release. He won’t last much longer.
“Yes,” he whimpers, eyes blinking through the tears that gather along his lash line. “I-I did good.”
“That’s right, Ji.” You smile, tightening your fist around him.
He’s already leaking so much, the steady stream of precum making it easier for you to fist him quicker to completion.
“So good,” you whisper, drinking in the way his body starts to tense up, the way his eyes roll back, the way his lips part to give way to gasping breaths. “So good, baby. So good for me.”
He comes with a broken moan, body jerking under you as ropes of warm release spill over your moving fist.
You slow your hand, riding him through his high as you lean forward to press a kiss to his parted lips, giggling at the fucked out look on his face.
pairing: donor! na jaemin x client! reader | genre: smut | words: 9k+
warnings: STRICTLY 18+
an: donor jaemin is here! would like to apologize for pushing this back and not posting on the original date. it was a busy birthday week for mark, jaemin and i lol but he’s here now! and he WILL talk you through it. almost forgot to say, i know he has platinum hair in his picture but i did imagine him with dark hair. feel free to choose which one you want. hope you like it. have fun reading! - with love, c.
you’d been told losing your virginity would just happen someday. but now here you are, in your twenty-somethings and still hadn’t experienced what it’s like to be fucked. the years rolled on, situationships came and went, and somehow, you were still waiting for that mythical right time.
it wasn’t about romance, though that would have been nice, it was about trust. about knowing whoever you chose wouldn’t fumble through it, or worse, treat it like it was nothing. and none of the guys you’ve been with ever gave you that reassurance. none of them ever gave you a good enough reason to want to lose it.
now here you were, on your own personal choice, holding on to your virginity for so long, that there’s absolutely no way you were going to accept anything less than good. but lately the waiting started to feel less like choice and more like…inertia.
so when you stumbled upon a tiktok video, posted by a random account rambling on and on about how she had her first ever orgasm at the neo orgasm clinic, curiosity sparked. you went on to watch more, everyone pointing out that this clinic has licensed professionals in achieving the perfect orgasm.
but it wasn’t orgasms you had a problem with. you’ve had plenty of those — with your hand, your vibrator, your dildo’s, you knew exactly what your body needed to get there. you just never trusted anyone else enough to get you there.
just then — a review talking about how every donor works around their client to ensure trust and safety throughout the process, was your final answer.
this sounded insane. this sounded tempting. this sounded like a sign from the fucking universe.
✚ BOOK NOW ✚
the more you researched about the clinic, the more your curiosity morphed into determination. you opened the neo orgasm clinic’s online website and scrolled through its crisp white interface, soft blue lettering promising safe, healthy, satisfying orgasms for women.
the sign up form was simple but thorough.
step 1: medical verification. a form requesting a recent full panel of STI test within the last month.
step 2: sexual preferences and boundaries. the screen lit up with a list and instructions
check all acts you’re open to exploring with your donor. this does not guarantee they will occur. your donor will review and operate within your boundaries.
you hesitated, getting nervous with every checkbox. besides kissing and an unsatisfying fingering from some guy in your past, you’ve never had another human being do these things to you. you’re not even sure what you like. or if you’ll like it. you checked the ones that seemed simple enough:
☑️ clitoral simulation
☑️ dirty talk
☑️ dry humping
☑️ domination
☑️ fingering
☑️ kissing
☑️ nipple play
☑️ oral
☑️ orgasm control
☑️ overstimulation
☑️ praise
☑️ vaginal penetration
you hovered over more intense options like choking, slapping, degradation, but you don’t think you’re ready for that. one step at a time. right now, all you wanted was to finally lose your virginity and have a good time while doing so.
step 3: why are you booking this appointment?
you typed:
i’ve been holding on to my virginity because i didn’t want to waste it on someone careless. i want my frist time to feel good, not awkward. i want to feel safe and still be completely wrecked. i want to know what it’s like when someone actually knows what they’re doing and isn’t trying to guess where the clit is.
step 4: choose your donor
the profiles were all impressive but one person pulled you in immediately — na jaemin. donor of the month. his reviews weren’t just good. they were glowing.
“made me feel like the only girl in the world. came three times before he even got his pants off.”
“he’s so sweet and gentle but knows exactly when to take over and ruin you in the best way.”
“he talked me through my nerves like it was nothing. best decision i’ve ever made. will definitely come back for a second session.”
and the most common one of all:
“i’ve never felt more safe with a donor. jaemin gives you the space to explore what you want and he has such a way with words i wasn’t sure if i wanted to cry or have him fuck me into the next life.”
you didn’t even finish reading the rest of his reviews. you clicked BOOK NOW
Neo Orgasm Clinic Consultation: CONFIRMED
Donor: Jaemin Na
Date of Consultation: August 13, 2025
your heart was pounding so fast. this is it. it’s finally happening. this was the starts of your journey to finally losing your so called purity.
✚ THE CONSULTATION ✚
after booking your appointment, you did more research and to say you were excited was an understatement. every review you’ve read about jaemin was spectacular. everyone was gushing about their experience with him. you’ve never felt more ready to lose your virginity than in this moment.
but as soon as you walked into the clinic, your nerves took over. the reality of walking into a clinic where someone was going to professionally take away your “innocence” felt…surreal.
the neo orgasm clinic didn’t help with its perfection — warm, cream walls, soft golden lighting, faint notes of lavender and eucalyptus in the air. everything was designed to be calm, relaxing, inviting. still, your pulse was in your throat.
the receptionist, taeyong, with his sharp suit, glossy hair and a jaw sharp enough to cut glass, smiled when you approached.
“good morning, welcome to the neo orgasm clinic, is this your first consultation?” he asked from behind his computer, a warm smile on his lips.
”yeah,” you admitted, voice soft.
he asked for your full name then pulled up your file with a knowing glance, “ahh, you’re jaemin’s first client for today.
taeyong slid a sleek tablet across the desk, “please take a seat and kindly review your file, click agree if no changes need to be made. consent is required for everything. jaemin should be out any minute now.”
you nodded, grabbing the tablet from him and taking a seat, looking at your file one last time before clicking agree. the screen thanked you and welcomed you officially to the program just in time — the doors to the consultation rooms opened and then he walked in.
na jaemin. he wasn’t what you expected. where you thought you’d see someone intimidating, maybe a little smug, you saw…warmth. black slacks, a soft blue sweater, dark hair falling slightly over his forehead. he had the kind of smile that felt like sunlight — not just charming, but genuinely happy to see you.
“ms. y/n?” his voice was smooth, deep, but not heavy. you nodded as he extended his hand. his grip was firm but easy, like he wanted you to know you could pull away if you wanted.
“i’m jaemin, it’s nice to meet you. come follow me…don’t worry, no one’s taking their clothes off today,” he teased lightly, eyes glinting.
the consultation room looked more like a cozy lounge than anything clinical — plush sofa, plants, soft light. jaemin motioned for you to sit, placing a cup of fresh water on the table in front of you before settling across from you with a tablet in his lap.
“alright ms. y/n,” he started, voice kind but purposeful, “this is your time, so i want to hear from you…why are you here, what you want out of this and what would make you feel safe the entire time.”
you hesitated, staring into your glass, “...i’ve never…had sex before.”
he nodded slowly, like you’d told him the most normal thing in the world, “thank you for telling me. that’s not something you have to be embarrassed about.”
“im…not embarrassed,” you lied, cheeks turning pink. you exhaled, “i just…i don’t want my first time to be bad. i want to actually…enjoy it. and i want someone who’ll know when to slow down and when to…,” your words faltered, embarrassment taking over.
“take over?” he finished gently.
your cheeks warmed under his gaze, you were sure you looked like a tomato “...yeah.”
jaemin’s gaze softened, “i can do that,” he said simply.
“since this is your first time, may i ask if this will also be your first orgasm?” he asks softly but professionally.
you nod your head no, refusing to meet his gaze. he analyzes your body language, sensing your nerves.
“you don’t have to be embarrassed. not with me,” he reassures sweetly, “this is a judgment free zone. the more you open up to me, the more positive your results will be,” he finishes with a soft smile.
you let out an awkward cough, nodding your head slowly, mustering up the courage to admit, “i…i’ve used toys before. i’m not completely clueless,” you admitted, cheeks heating, “dildos, vibrators…i’ve even tried a few combinations. but it’s different when it’s you doing it yourself, you know? i can make myself feel good, sure, but i’ve never trusted anyone else enough to do it for me.”
his expression didn’t change, but his voice dropped into something warmer, “that’s not unusual. it’s harder to give other people control.”
you gave a small laugh, looking down at your hands, “yeah….so basically i’ve got plenty of hardware experience but zero field training.”
that earned you one of his quick, sudden smiles, the kind that made you feel like you were just friends having a casual conversation, “then we’ll make sure your first field exercise is a success.”
you shook your head at the phrasing but couldn’t help to smile back, “you sound so confident about that.”
“because i am,” he set the tablet down, leaning forward slightly, forearms resting on his knees, “you’ve already done the hard part. you know your body enough to know what feels good. my job is to connect that to that way someone else touches you. that’s it.”
your chest tightened from the way he said it. like it was simple. like there wasn’t a risk of awkward fumbling or disappointment.
“and,” he added, his gaze locking onto yours, “if you let me, i’ll make sure your first time isn’t just good – it’s the standard you measure everything else against."
your pulse skipped, “that’s a dangerous promise.”
he grinned slow and lazy, “that’s not a promise. that’s a guarantee.”
you rolled your eyes, but heat pooled low in your belly, “what if i get nervous and freeze?”
“then you’ll hear me,” his tone softened, but the undercurrent of authority was still there, “here’s how it works — you set the pace. you can stop me anytime. i’ll talk you through it. keep you in it. if you want to take control, i’ll follow your lead. if you want me to take over, i’ll know.”
you let out a small laugh, “you sound very sure about all of that.”
“oh, i’m sure,” he said with a quiet laugh, leaning back on his chair, “so what do you say ms. y/n, are you free on the sixteenth?”
a small smile crept up on your face, nodding your head once, “i’ll see you on the sixteenth.”
his smile turned just a little sharper, “you will.”
Neo Orgasm Clinic Session: CONFIRMED
Client: Y/N L/N
Donor: Jaemin Na
Date of Session: August 16, 2025
✚ THE APPOINTMENT ✚
you were five minutes late. not because you’d actually arrived late — no. you’d been parked outside for fifteen minutes, hands clenched on the steering wheel, trying to calm your nerves down.
this was the day.
was this pathetic? maybe. maybe you should’ve just gone the cliché route and picked some loser at the bar who could give you the worst five minutes of your life, like a normal person. but that thought immediately made your skin crawl so with all your courage, you finally stepped out of the car and walked into the clinic.
this was it. there’s no backing out now.
the familiar lighting of the clinic wrapped around you like blanket but it didn’t stop your legs from feeling weak. taeyong gave you that same knowing smile, this time gesturing towards the other door, labeled private suites.
“suite 13 – jaemin’s ready for you.”
the words sent a hot twist through your stomach. you walked through the private suites hallway, eyes scanning each polished gold number until you found 13. your palms were damp when you pushed open the door. and then…you finally released the breath you’d been holding.
the room wasn’t clinical. it wasn’t sleek like a hotel either. it looked like a bedroom you might actually live in — warm, golden light spilling from a low lamp on the nightstand, soft throw blankets draped across a neatly made bed, a small bookshelf tucked in the corner stacked with paperbacks. a woven rug softened the floor and a faint scent of vanilla drifted through the air.
it felt safe. it felt like home.
and in the middle of it all was jaemin, wearing a pair of grey sweats and a plain black t-shirt like this was just a normal netflix and chill and not a session booked between a donor and his client.
his head popped up at the sound of the door and his smile was instant, “there you are,” he said softly, “i thought for a minute there, you wouldn’t show up.”
you laughed nervously, “i…got a little nervous.”
jaemin’s smile softened into something warmer, sweeter. he crossed the room with unhurried steps, stopping just close enough that you could smell his faint, clean scent under the vanilla in in the air.
“that’s okay,” he murmured, “you’re here now.”
he kept his tone light but steady as he held your gaze, “before we start, i just want to remind you that you’re in control. everything we do is with your consent. you can change your mind at any time, about anything. no questions asked.”
you nodded, your shoulders easing just slightly, “okay.”
“and for tonight,” he went on, “i’m going to let you take the lead. we’ll move at your pace until you’re comfortable and when you’re ready, you don’t have to worry about anything else, i got you,” his mouth tipped into the faintest smirk, not cocky, just enough to hint that he knew exactly when that moment would be.
your lips quirked into a small smile despite yourself, “alright.”
he stepped back, giving you space, “then, why don’t you come here and show me what you want?”
the nervous flutter in your stomach didn’t go away but it shifted into something warmer, something that made you step forward, closing the distance between you. you took a breath before your fingers brushed the hem of his shirt, slowly sliding up over the soft fabric, testing the feel of him under your hands.
jaemin’s eyes didn’t leave yours, his smile faint but encouraging, “you want me, baby?”
the nickname caught you off guard but you nod anyway, eyes wide, almost like you were caught in some type of trance. maybe this is what the walls here do to you.
“you have me, sweet girl,” he murmured, voice low and coaxing.
he took your hand and led you toward the bed. the mattress dipped as he sat down at the edge of it. then he gave your hips a gentle tug, guiding you to step between his knees. the invitation was wordless but clear and when you swung a leg over to straddle him, his hands instinctively found your waist.
“that’s it,” he praised, the corner of his mouth lifting, “take what you want, pretty.”
your nerves still hummed under your skin but they were already being replaced by something hotter, heavier. before you could second guess yourself, you leaned in — your lips brushing his in a testing kiss.
jaemin met it instantly. not taking over but matching your pace, letting you set the rhythm. his mouth was warm and soft at first, coaxing you in with light, teasing pressure before parting slightly to deepen it. you tilted your head and that’s when his tongue slid against yours. slow at first then more deliberate, stroking and retreating, inviting you to follow.
“mmm,” he hummed into your mouth. a way to show you how much he was enjoying this. a way to give you a confidence boost. one of his hands slid up to rest between your shoulder blades, pulling you closer.
the kiss grew messier, wetter, your lips moving against his with a need that hadn’t been there minutes ago. his tongue teased along the roof of your mouth before curling under yours, drawing a soft, surprised sound from your throat.
he chuckled against your lips, “already making those pretty noises for me.”
you whined as your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him even closer, personal space nonexistent. he met your energy, tongue sliding deep into your mouth, tangling with yours in a way that made your thighs tighten around his hips.
jaemin’s hands roamed more now. one tracing the curve of your waist, the other splaying against the small of your back, pulling you until you were flushed against him. the heat radiating between you was dizzying.
“fuck…you taste so sweet,” he breathed when you broke for air.
and with every stroke of his tongue and each low murmur of praise, the nerves that had felt so suffocating in the car melted away completely. all that was left was the delicious weight of his body under yours and the slow, intoxicating way he let you explore him like you had all the time in the world.
your lips crashed back onto his, the kiss full of heat. jaemin matched you again, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with a slow, confident drag before retreating, letting you chase him.
the hand on your back slid upward, curling around the back of your neck, tilting your head just enough to deepen the kiss further.
god, his hands were big.
the one at your waist tightened, pulling you down so your hips pressed flush to his. even through the fabric, you could feel the hard line of him — thick, hot, and unyielding — and the faint groan he let out at the contact made your pulse kick.
“that’s it,” he murmured against your lips, the warmth in his voice edged with something darker.
“grind on me, baby… take what’s yours.”
your hips obeyed before your brain caught up, rocking slowly at first, just enough for the drag of his cock under you to send sparks racing through your body. the frictions was maddening — denim against cotton, the heat of his body bleeding through both.
jaemin’s tongue tangled with yours again, hungrier now, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before sucking it lightly into his mouth. you gasped, hips pressing down harder, chasing the delicious friction.
he answered with a low groan, his hands anchoring you to him. one slid down over the curve of your ass, cupping it firmly, guiding your movements so you rocked over him just right — you swore your panties were stained with heat. the other traced up your side, skimming over the swell of your breast through your top. his thumb brushed deliberately over your nipple, the light friction making your breath hitch.
“fuck—” the sound slipped out before you could stop it.
he smiled against your mouth, his voice warm and teasing, “you like that, huh?”
you kissed him harder in answer, your hips grinding down with more intent. each roll sent a jolt of pleasure low in your belly and you felt his cock twitch under you through the layers of fabric.
“yeah…that’s it,” he murmured, his tone dropping lower, more deliberate, “god, you feel so good like this.”
your fingers gripped his shoulders like you needed to anchor yourself. he groaned into your mouth, the sound low and rough, and the vibration of it went straight through you.
jaemin’s large hand slipped under the hem of your shirt, palm warm against your bare skin. he traced the line of your spine slowly, deliberately, making you shiver before sliding back down to squeeze your hip and urging you forward again.
your breathing turned ragged. every movement was measured — he was letting you lead but the subtle pulls of his hands made each shift hotter, more purposeful, coaxing you toward that inevitable peak. the air between you felt thick, each breath mingling as the kiss grew messier, wetter, your tongues tangling with no hesitation now.
when his hand smoothed back up your stomach to cup your breast fully, his thumb circling over your nipple in slow, deliberate strokes, your hips stuttered against him, the rhythm breaking under the surge of sensation.
he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and warm, “you feel amazing… can i make you feel even better?”
“please,” you whispered against his lips, the word barely there, earning a soft knowing smile from him.
jaemin didn’t rush. he slid his hands down to the backs of your thighs, giving you a gentle squeeze before guiding you off his lap and onto the bed. the mattress dipped under your weight, soft blankets cushioning you as he followed, bracing himself above you.
his mouth found yours again, deeper this time, almost greedy. his big hands roamed deliberately over you, sliding under your shirt to stroke the warm skin of your stomach.
“let’s get this off,” he murmured, tugging lightly at the hem. you lifted your arms without thinking and he peeled your shirt away, tossing it aside before leaning back to take you in. his gaze lingered, slow and deliberate, before he bent to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone.
“you’re gorgeous,” he breathed between kisses, his voice low and certain, like it wasn’t up for debate. his hands slid to your back, easily undoing your bra clasp. the straps slipped down your arms and then he was cupping your bare breasts in those large, warm hands, thumbs bruising over your hard nipples in slow circles that made tiny moans slip from your lips.
every action he takes making you learn more about yourself.
your fingers gripped his shoulders, trying to pull him closer, but he kept the pace maddeningly steady, “mmm, not yet,” he murmured against your skin, “i want you worked up for me.”
one hand trailed down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your bottoms. his eyes flicked up to meet yours, “can i take these off, pretty girl?”
you nodded and he slid them down, along with your panties, in one smooth motion, leaving you bare under his gaze. the heat in his eyes deepened, but his touch stayed gentle as he settled between your legs.
“you’re already soaked” he murmured, brushing the pads of his fingers over your folds in a slow stroke. his mouth curved into a faint smirk, “god, i love how virgins get wet so easily. your body knows exactly what it wants, sweet girl.”
a shiver ran through you at his words, your breath hitching as his finger slipped inside easily, the stretch making you gasp softly.
“oh my —” the sound broke into a moan when he curled it slightly, brushing over something that made your toes curl. he kissed you again, swallowing the sound as his other hand gripped your hip.
“relax for me,” he whispered, curling his finger inside you, “that’s it,” he praised, leaning down to kiss your jaw, his lips brushing your skin as he spoke, “take me in, baby, you feel so fucking good around just one finger.”
when he added the second, the stretch was fuller, warmer, pulling another moan from you, your hips bucking to his touch.
“ohhh jaemin—”
“feels good, baby?”
you nodded, breathless, “so good—”
“good,” he soothed, his voice honey-sweet but still dripping heat, “let’s make sure you’re ready for me.”
your hips started to move with him, chasing the friction. he let you, his pace steady, curling his fingers just right with every stroke. his thumb found your clit then, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that made your hips twitch and your toes curl. the pressure built fast, your thighs tensing around his hand. you bite your lip, trying to control your moans.
“don’t hold back,” he urged, his voice dropping lower, “let me hear you’re pretty sounds.”
you moaned again, this one louder, your head tipping back against the pillows.
“oh, fuck that feels—”
“yeah, i can feel it,” he murmured, curling his fingers in perfect rhythm with his thumb’s pressure, “this pretty pussy’s gripping me so tight.”
your thighs started to tremble as the pleasure coiled tighter in your belly. his fingers thrusted perfectly, hitting your sweet spot every time, thumb rubbing in perfect circles that had you breaking so much faster than you could ever make yourself break.
“i–i’m close—”
“then come for me,” he coaxed, his tone a perfect mix of command and comfort, “come all over my finger, baby. show me how sweet you are when you let go.”
the combination of his words and the relentless, precise pressure was too much – your first orgasm hit fast, your moan breaking into a cry as you clenched around him, back arching to his touch.
“good girl,” he groaned softly, working you through it, “fuck you’re perfect. squeezing me so tight.”
you gasped his name again, hips jerking as he kept moving just long enough to draw every last ripple from you before slowing.
when he finally pulled his fingers free, he licked his fingers slowly, making sure you were watching. the sight of it enough to keep the heat ignited in between your legs, “mmm, you taste even better,” he praised before pressing a slow kiss against your lips, letting you taste yourself on him.
you felt dizzy. jaemin let you catch your breath, brushing his thumb over your hip in slow circles before breaking the quiet.
“how do you usually fuck yourself?” he asked casually, like he was asking your favorite coffee order, except his voice was rougher now, threaded with heat and his eyes were a shade darker.
you hesitated, snapping back into reality, cheeks warming, voice soft, mind still stuck between a dream and reality, “i…i usually put the dildo behind me and…sit on it.”
his mouth curved, the kind of smile that felt dangerous in the best way, “you want to do it that way now?”
you nodded, pulse quickening, the heat in your stomach untamed, he was trying to make this feel the most comfortable for you and you appreciate it a lot.
“yes.” you reply with no doubt in your mind.
jaemin leaned back, reaching for the condom on the nightstand. he tore it open with practiced ease, rolling it down over himself while keeping his eyes locked on you, “then get into position, sweet girl.”
you moved to your hands and knees, heart pounding, and he shifted behind you on the bed, one big hand steady on your hip.
“come here,” he murmured, guiding you back toward him until you could feel the hot, thick press of him nudging between your folds. he ran himself along your slit slowly, coating himself in your slick before pausing at your entrance.
his voice dropped to a low growl —
“c’mon, baby… fuck yourself on my cock. take your virginity.”
the words sent a shiver through you. this was it. you are finally going to lose your virginity. and all you could think about was how much you wanted it. how much you craved it.
you took a breath then pushed back, feeling the thick head stretch you open. the sensation was sharper, fuller than anything your toys had ever given you, your breath catching in your throat.
“go ahead, you’re in control, this is all you, baby” jaemin praised instantly, his grip tightening just enough to keep you steady, “that’s it… take me slow. you’re doing so fucking well.”
you sank down further, inch by inch, the stretch making you gasp, “oh— god, jaemin—”
“i know,” he murmured, his own breath hitching, “so tight… fuck, you feel incredible.”
when you finally seated yourself fully on him, you froze, overwhelmed by the deep, full ache.
“you okay?” he asked softly, rubbing your hip with his thumb, giving you all the time you need to adjust to him.
you nodded, voice shaky, “it feels… so full. so good.”
“move whenever you’re ready,” he said, letting you keep control, placing a soft open mouthed kiss on your shoulder blade.
you started slowly, lifting yourself up and sinking back down in shallow strokes, adjusting to the stretch. the friction built with each movement, pulling soft moans from your lips.
“yeah, baby, that’s perfect,” he praised, “riding me so well. look at you… making yourself feel good on my cock.”
his praises made you bolder, your pace picking up, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room.
“oh, fuck—” you gasped, pushing back harder, chasing the heat coiling low in your belly, your jaw slacking open, eyes already rolling back at the feel of him inside you.
“that’s it,” jaemin groaned, his voice raw now, “god, i could watch you take me like this all night. the perfect little virgin…not so innocent now, huh?”
you whimpered at the mix of praise and filth, your thighs starting to burn from the effort.
he noticed instantly, “you’re getting tired, aren’t you?”
“a little—” you admitted between breaths.
your pace was steady but slowing, your thighs starting to ache from the effort of bouncing on him. jaemin’s hands stayed firm on your hips, guiding your movements without stealing control — yet.
then, his grip tightened just slightly, and his voice dropped, darker now.
“you wanna know what the difference is between your dildo and me?”
the change in tone made your pulse spike. you glanced back over your shoulder at him, his eyes already locked on you — darker, hungrier, his jaw tight.
“what?” you gulped, your voice softer, almost cautious.
he leaned in just enough for his breath to fan over your ear, his words low and deliberate.
“i can fuck you until you can’t speak.”
a shiver shot through you, your breath catching.
“tell me sweet girl, do you want that?”
“yes–yes–please–jaem—”
you couldn’t even finish begging. his hands clamped firmly around your hips, and in the next breath, he was driving up into you with deep, unrelenting thrusts. the sound of skin meeting skin was loud, filthy, filling the cozy room.
you gasped sharply, your arms bracing against his thighs, each stroke hit deeper, harder, dragging sweet, desperate moans from your throat.
“jaemin—ohhh—fuck!”
“yeah, baby,” he groaned, his voice rough now, each word punctuated by the snap of his hips, “feel that? that’s what your toy could never give you. real heat, real weight—fucking you open for me.”
your fingers clenched, nails digging on his thighs, earning a hiss from him, the force of his thrusts pushing you forward slightly each time, “feels so— god—so good—i—”
he chuckled darkly, his grip tightening, “can’t even finish your sentences now, huh? losing your words for me.”
every stroke had you gasping louder, your words turning into incoherent moans, you’re pretty sure you unlocked a new language. your body arched on instinct as the fullness and friction became almost overwhelming.
“you’re taking me so well,” he praised through a groan, sweat starting to bead at his temples, “already hugging my cock like you were made for it.”
his deep, relentless rhythm, his voice in your ear, and the burn of finally being taken like this had your orgasm building fast.
“jaemin— i-i’m gonna—”
“come, baby,” he growled, his hips moving even faster, his voice toeing the line between command and praise, “come on the cock that just ruined you for anyone else.”
your climax hit hard as your second orgasm took over, your jaw slacking open in a silent scream, eyes rolling so far back you saw white, your body clenched violently around him, the only thing keeping you up is his strong hand around your waist.
jaemin groaned at the tight squeeze, fucking you through every pulse until finally letting you collapse forward, trembling, your face hitting the sheets.
only then did he slow, his hands smoothing over your sides, grounding you as your breath tried to steady. your body melted into the sheets, eyes completely shut in pure bliss, still catching your breath, the aftershocks of your orgasm pulsing through you.
jeamin eased out of you slowly, his palm warm on your hip. you lay there for a moment, breathing hard, the deep ache between your thighs already settling in.
then he chuckled low, leaning over you, a hand massaging one of your ass cheeks.
“congratulations, baby. you’re officially not a virgin anymore.”
you laughed breathlessly, “god, i don’t know why i was so scared, i should’ve done this sooner.”
he grinned, settling by your side, brushing your hair back from your face, “so, i would say this was a success?”
your laughter softened into something warmer, finally turning your body around to lay down and face him, “it was…better than i could ever imagine. so much better.”
he shot you a soft smile before his eyes darkened just slightly.
“think you can take a little more?”
you didn’t even have to think, your body already ached for him again.
“yeah,” you murmured, already reaching for him and pulling him down toward you. this time, he settled between your legs, his knees pushing your thighs apart. your head almost at the foot of the bed.
he slid his hands up your calves, over your knees, until he was bracing himself above you, arm muscles flexing under the warm glow of the lamp, “i’m gonna make you feel it everywhere,” he said softly, his tone promising, “gonna make sure you don’t take any less than this from any other man.”
the head of his cock nudged at your entrance again and you moan at the feeling. he didn’t push in yet, instead, he leaned down to kiss you, slow at first, but quickly deepening. his tongue swept into your mouth, coaxing, until you were clutching at his shoulders just to keep up.
when he finally slid into you, it was in one slow, deliberate push, stretching you all over again with absolutely no warning. your gasp was swallowed by his mouth, his hips settling flush to yours.
“still so tight,” he groaned, his forehead pressing to yours, “god, you’re addicting.”
your hands slid down his back, nails grazing lightly over the muscle there, “fuck…you feel even bigger.”
he chuckled, pulling back just enough to look at you, his gaze hot and intent, “tell me how you want it this time, baby.”
“just…fuck me…please,” you breathed and that was all he needed.
his hips began to move — slow at first, deep, deliberate thrusts that had you gasping with each one. the stretch was sharper this way, every inch of him dragging against you. then he picked up the pace, his thrusts sharper, harder, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the cozy, lamplit room.
“jaemin–” you moaned, your mind only had room for his name, your back arching off the bed, hips meeting every one of his thrusts like your body had a mind of its own.
“that’s it,” he growled, his voice rougher now, “take me deep, nobody else will ever get to fuck you for the first time like this.”
the possessive edge made your stomach flip, your nails digging into his shoulder, “jaemin–”
he kissed you again, messy and heated, while his hips kept driving into you, the friction building fast.
“you’re already clenching around me,” he groaned, his voice breaking, “you’re gonna come for me again, aren’t you?”
“yes—fuck—yes—”
“do it,” he commanded, his thrusts growing rougher, “let me feel you lose it on me again.”
it didn’t take long — his deep, relentless rhythm and that filthy praise had you spiraling fast. you were starting to learn that besides loving nipple-play, you definitely had a praise kink.
your third orgasm hit with a choked cry, body locking around him, squeezing so tight he groaned against your mouth. he kept moving, milking every pulse until you were trembling beneath him, your hands clutching at him like you didn’t want to let go.
jaemin stayed pressed deep inside you, his hips flush against yours, letting you feel the pulses of your pussy clenching and unclenching around him. his gaze stayed locked on your face watching every little reaction.
then one of his hands slid between your bodies, his fingers finding your swollen clit like he’d been planning it all along.
“holy fuck—” you gasped instantly, eyes snapping open, your cunt clenching even tighter around him.
he groaned at the instant way your body reacts to him, his voice low and steady, “you’re already so sensitive aren’t you? let’s see how much you can really take.”
he started slow, rubbing lazy circles over your sensitive bud, his cock just sitting perfectly inside you, sitting against your walls, unmoving.
your breath caught on every measured circle of his fingered, the pressure on your clit already making your stomach clench, “oh my god—”
“look at you,” he murmured, watching your face like it was his favorite thing in the world, “falling apart for me already.”
you whimpered, your hands gripping his biceps, “its—it’s too much—”
“too much?” his smirk darkened and instead of easing up, he pressed a little harder, circling faster.
“i’m not even moving my cock baby, this is just my fingers,” he whispered, brushing his lips along your jaw as his fingers continued to play your clit with ruthless precision.
your hips bucked up, voice breaking into breathless moans, “jaemin—i—i can’t—”
“yes you can.” he says sweetly, playfully, teasingly, but his own breathing is rough now due to how hard you were clenching around him and the amount of self control he was holding on to to not fuck you senseless.
“you’re gonna come so hard on my cock…just like this.”
before you know it, the pressure inside you coiled tighter, your thighs trembled around him. every roll of his fingers pushed you closer until it was all too much to contain. your fourth orgasm tore through you, just like that. just like he said you would — your back arching violently off the bed, a silent cry ripping from your throat.
the rush was blinding, every nerve in your body lighting up as your walls clenched around him in relentless waves.
“fuck—” jaemin groaned by your ear, keeping his fingers moving to draw every last spasm from you.
you were shaking by the time it passed, your chest heaving, your nails dragging down his back in aftershock. you’d never felt anything like it — it was raw, all-consuming, dizzying in the best way possible.
he brushed his fingers over your clit one last time, making you twitch hard, before finally pulling out, making you whine — already missing the stretch he provided. he chuckled softly, kissing the corner of your mouth.
it was only when your head cleared enough that you realized jaemin was still hard inside the condom — his breathing rough but nowhere near the edge you’d just fallen over.
you turned your head to look at him, “you didn’t…?”
he smiled faintly, brushing damp hair from your cheek, “tonight’s about you, baby.”
you bit your lip, “can i…?” you hesitated for only a second before adding, “can i give you a blowjob?”
his brows lifted, something dark sparking in his eyes, “you want to?”
you nodded, your voice low but certain, “yeah. i’ve never given one… but i want to.”
that was all it took for him to roll onto his back, one arm folded under his head, the other reaching to pull you closer, “then come here, sweet girl. let me teach you.”
you crawled down between his legs, ignoring the soreness between your thighs, and the way your legs were trembling with every move. your eyes flick to where the condom still hugged him, his cock flushed and thick.
“first,” he said, voice dipping low, “take that off for me.”
you wrapped your fingers around the base, giving it a cautious squeeze before rolling the condom up and off. his hiss was instant, his head tipping back slightly.
“fuck—your hands are warm…”
you couldn’t help but glance up at his face, the way his jaw flexed as you stroked him lightly just to feel the weight of him in your palm.
“now,” he murmured, his eyes finding yours again, “start with just the tip. lick it, get used to the taste. don’t rush.”
you nod, leaning in, your tongue flicking over the sensitive head. he groaned — deep, low, his hips twitching just slightly.
“yeah, just like that. god, your mouth is warm.”
encouraged, you wrapped your lips around the tip and sucked lightly, your hand stroking the rest of him in time. his groan was louder this time, his eyes fluttering shut.
“mmm—fuck, you look so good with my cock in your mouth,” he praised, his voice turning breathier, “such a pretty little mouth… made for this.”
you found yourself wanting to hear more of those sounds, more of that voice. you pushed down further, taking more of him in, your tongue pressing along the underside.
his reaction was instant — a sharp breath, his hand fisting lightly in the sheets, “oh— fuck, that’s it, sweet girl. just like that.”
the more you moved, the more you realized how much you liked the act itself — the fullness in your mouth, the weight of him on your tongue, the way he groaned whenever you hollowed your cheeks.
“god, you’re doing so well,” he panted, “you’re already better than you think you are.”
that praise made something in you click, and you started bobbing your head with a steadier rhythm, your hand twisting lightly at the base as you sucked. his hips shifted, just enough to meet your movements.
“fuck, yes—” he groaned, his voice cracking slightly, “you’re gonna ruin me if you keep that up.”
you hummed around him in response, and the vibration made him curse, his hand reaching down to cup the back of your head, fingers bunching your hair up, not forcing — just guiding.
“take a little more,” he urged, his voice dropping into that darker register again, “i know you can.”
you relaxed your throat, sinking down further until he hit the back of it, your eyes watering slightly. he groaned loud at the feeling, his other hand gripping the sheet tight.
“oh my god, baby— fuck—”
you pulled back slowly, saliva trailing from your lips to the tip, and he hissed at the sight, “shit— you’re gonna make me come—”
instead of slowing, you leaned back in, mouth sealing around him again, sucking harder now. his groans turned almost desperate, a mix of pleasure and that edge of overstimulation.
“baby—ah— fuck, you’re… fuck, it’s too good—”
you liked hearing him like that, liked the way his voice broke. you kept going, your tongue swirling around the head each time you pulled up, your hand stroking him in perfect sync.
he was almost panting now, his thighs tensing under your hands, “you’re… oh, fuck— you’re not stopping, are you?”
you shook your head just enough for him to feel it, your mouth still working him relentlessly.
“god, you’re gonna kill me,” he groaned, his voice frayed, “pretty little mouth— i swear, i’ll never forget this.”
he really did have a way with words. a way that made you feel special. like you weren’t just one of the many clients he pleases everyday.
his breathing was ragged now, his abs tightening under your hands as you kept working him — the slick sounds of your mouth and his soft, desperate groans filling the warm, quiet room.
“baby—” he gasped, his voice breaking on the word, “i’m close— fuck, i’m so close.”
you didn’t slow down. if anything, you got hungrier for it, twisting your hand in a tighter rhythm at the base while your mouth sank down on him again, your tongue pressing hard along the underside.
jaemin swore, his hand cupping the back of your head like he needed the anchor, “shit— don’t stop— you feel so good, baby, just like that—”
his thighs flexed, hips jerking up as his breath caught, “fuck— i’m gonna—”
and then he broke, his groan low and guttural as his release hit. the heat spilled into your mouth in hot, pulsing bursts, his body shuddering under your touch.
“ah— fuck, baby—” his voice was wrecked now, his hips still twitching as you kept your mouth on him, swallowing what you could, your lips milking him through every last wave.
it was only when his hand gave a gentle squeeze to the back of your head that you finally eased off, pulling back slowly with a soft, wet pop. his cock twitched against your hand, still sensitive, his breath coming in heavy pulls.
“you…” he out a breathless laugh, his head falling back against the pillows, “you just tried to suck my soul out, didn’t you?”
you grinned, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, ignoring the taste, “maybe a little.”
he shook his head, still smiling between pants, “you’re dangerous.”
he tugged you up the bed until you were sitting between his legs, his careful hands smoothing over your arms and sides like he was checking you for damage. he was gentle now. like someone flipped the switch on him.
“are you okay?” he asked softly, brushing his thumb over your cheek.
you nodded, still flushed and a little dazed, “yeah… more than okay.”
he smiled — that warm, sweet curve that felt like it was just for you — before leaning in to kiss your temple.
“good girl. you were so perfect for me tonight.”
your heart fluttered at the praise, but then his hands slid lower, over your hips, and back between your thighs. you were still wet — slick from your orgasm earlier and all the noises he made. your body still humming.
you bit your lip, “i… i’m still—”
“wet?” his smile turned into something a little smug, “yeah, i can feel it,” he pressed his palm lightly against your heat, making you gasp.
you frowned, half embarrassed, half curious, “is that normal?”
his laugh was warm but teasing, “baby, you just lost your virginity. you unlocked something. you might be wet for days.”
you snorted despite yourself, “shit. i’m in trouble.”
he winked, flipping you over so that you were laying down again and lowering himself down the bed, “not if you just book me for the rest of the week.”
before you could answer, he was sliding down your body, kissing his way past your stomach, pausing to mouth at the curve of your hip before settling between your thighs. he gently coaxed your legs open, looking up at you with that sweet, boyish smile that somehow made everything feel safe — even when your pulse was already racing.
“one more. let me make you come one last time…my way.”
“jaemin—” you started, but the rest of your thought vanished when his tongue slid over you in one slow, deliberate stroke.
“just relax,” he said softly, “enjoy it.”
you gasped, your hips twitching as the wet heat of his mouth closed over your clit, sucking gently. the sensation shot straight through you, the afterglow haze giving way to a sharp, building pleasure. your back arched instantly, a soft moan escaping before you could stop it.
“mmm, i could eat you out for days,” he murmured against you before diving back in. he started with light, teasing flicks of his tongue before sealing his lips around your clit, sucking just hard enough to make your toes curl. the steady, precise rhythm had you gasping in seconds.
“jaemin—” you reached down, your fingers tangling in his hair, “oh my god—”
he glanced up at you briefly, his eyes dark and warm, before focusing right back on you. one hand slipped up to press flat against your lower stomach, holding you steady as he worked you over with unrelenting precision.
then his hands cupped your breasts, kneading gently before rolling your nipples between his fingers.
“oh my god!—” you gasped, the dual sensation making your back arch instantly.
he sucked your clit into his mouth while his fingers tugged and pinched at your nipples in perfect rhythm, each pull sending sharp little shocks of pleasure straight to your core.
“don’t stop—please—don’t stop–”
his groan vibrated against you, his fingers curling into your breasts like he wanted to keep you pinned in place while he worked you over. he alternated between swirling his tongue over your clit and flicking it, all while massaging and tugging at your nipples in a way that made your thighs tremble.
“jaemin— i’m— oh, fuck—”
“come on, baby,” he coaxed, his voice warm and commanding all at once, “let me have you one more time. be my sweet girl.”
the pressure between your legs and on your nipples pushed you over the edge fast, your fifth orgasm tearing through you with only sighs of his name, hips lifting off the bed.
still, he didn’t stop. licking you through every pulse while giving your nipples one last slow roll, making your entire body shudder.
“good job, baby” he encouraged, slipping two fingers inside you without breaking rhythm, not giving you enough room to breathe.
“give me one last one. let me end the night right.”
his mouth and fingers worked together perfectly — his tongue focused on your clit while his fingers curled inside you, finding that spot instantly.
your breath came fast, you can’t even speak anymore, there was nothing on your brain but this feeling, your thighs trembling as the pleasure built hard and fast. and before you could warn him. you broke with a sharp cry, your sixth orgasm crashing over you so quickly, almost violently.
only when you finally collapsed back into the pillows, shaking and panting, eyes shut, did he give one last slow lick before kissing the inside of your thigh and sitting up.
“there we go,” he said, his tone shifting back to sweet, letting you finally catch your breath, your eyes still sealed, breathing slowly slowing down, mind still reeling with no care in the world but the high you’re feeling now.
he let you feel it all, not breaking the spell as he quietly moved around the room, grabbing the towel he had prepared. he wiped you down with gentle care, murmuring soft praise as he worked, making you finally open your eyes.
“you feeling okay?” he asks, a soft smile on his lips.
you nod, “yeah, that—that was amazing.”
jaemin helped you sit up slowly, his hand steady at your back like he was making sure your legs wouldn’t give out. you slipped off the bed, still feeling pleasantly dazed, and he crouched briefly to grab your clothes from the floor
once you were dressed again, jaemin helped smooth the hem of your top into place before stepping back, “perfect,” he muttered, then guided you toward the door. his palm resting at the small of your back, the heat of his touch still grounding you after everything that had just happened.
“you did amazing tonight,” he said warmly, his voice slipping back toward the gentle professionalism you remembered from the consultation, “hope i didn’t set your standards too high,” he teased playfully.
you glanced over your shoulder at him, smirking, “oh, you did. ruined me for anyone else.”
that earned you one of his bright, sweet-boy smiles — the kind that felt almost disarming after the filth that had fallen from his lips earlier, “guess i’ll be seeing you around here a lot then.”
you laughed, shaking your head, “we’ll see.”
he guided you a few more steps down the softly lit hallway, his arm brushing yours now and then, until you reached the door that led to the reception area. he stopped there, leaning a shoulder casually against the wall.
“this is where i leave you,” he said lightly, “once you go through, you’re back in taeyong’s capable hands.”
“guess this is goodbye, then,” you said, the corners of your mouth twitching.
“for now.” his tone stayed light, playful.
he held out his hand, palm open between you — a polite, professional handshake to close the session. you slipped your hand into his, the shake firm but warm, his thumb brushing over your knuckles just once before letting go.
“take care, ms. y/n, it was a pleasure to be your first,” he said, that gentle professionalism back in place.
“god,” you giggled, placing your hand in his, “the pleasure was all mine…literally.”
you share one last laugh before finally pushing open the door and stepping into the glow of reception.
✚ END OF SESSION ✚
the quiet behind you shifted to the low hum of taeyong’s voice as he looked up from his desk, already wearing that knowing smile.
“all set?” he asked.
you nodded, still feeling a little warm under the collar, “yeah.”
“perfect. that would be charged to the card on the file,” he said, clicking a few things on his computer before standing and reaching for a black gift bag from under the counter.
he handed it to you with both hands, “this is for you…a little something from our donors…complimentary with your first session.”
you glanced inside just enough to catch a glimpse of a folded hoodie and what looked like a chilled bottled drink and the words
thank you for trusting neo orgasm clinic with your satisfaction
you let out a soft, “thank you.”
“we hope to see you again,” taeyong replied smoothly, “have a good night,” he added with a polite bow of his head.
you smiled at him before giving a little wave and turning towards the exit.
as the glass door closed behind you, you caught your reflection in it — hair slightly mussed, cheeks still flushed, lips curved in the kind of smile you didn’t even have to think about.
the clinic’s soft lighting followed you out into the parking lot, and you realized you were walking slower than usual — partly because of the soreness, but also because you didn’t want the bubble of warmth and calm to break.
for years, losing your virginity had been this looming, nerve-wracking thing, and now… it was done. not with fumbling hands and awkward silence, but with someone who’d made you laugh, made you feel safe, and made you come harder than you thought possible. and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.
when you slid into the driver’s seat, you clicked on the overhead light, casting a warm glow over the black bag sitting in your lap. curiosity got the better of you before you even started the engine. you peeled back the tissue paper and peeked inside.
first thing you pulled out was a folded hoodie — soft, heavy cotton in crisp white, the bold black lettering across the chest making you choke on a laugh.
ORGASM DONOR
you shook your head, still grinning as you dug further. your fingers closed around a bottle, and when you lifted it into the light, condensation beaded down the side. it was a sleek glass bottle of iced coffee — the good kind, cold and clearly just pulled from a fridge.
a laugh slipped out before you could stop it, “they really know their branding.”
you set the hoodie aside, popped the lid off the coffee, and took a long sip — the sweet, chilled bitterness grounding you enough to remember the last thing you wanted to do before heading home.
grabbing your phone, you tapped open the orgasm donor portal. jaemin’s profile popped up immediately, the “donor of the month” badge gleaming next to his name, that same easy smile in his photo that had greeted you at the start.
your chest gave a small, warm squeeze. you’d gone into tonight scared you’d regret this, but instead you were sitting here feeling… lucky. like you’d been given the perfect start.
you hit the five-star rating without hesitation and began typing in the comment box:
lost my virginity to jaemin tonight and it was the best experience ever. everyone’s right, he’s sweet and gentle, but knows exactly when to take control. made me feel safe, made me laugh, made me learn more things about myself AND gave me more orgasms than i thought were possible all in one night. 13/10 would book again.
you hit submit, watching the little confirmation banner flash at the top of the screen.
setting your phone down, you glanced toward the softly lit clinic doors in your rearview mirror. the hoodie sat beside you, the coffee still cool in your hand, and for the first time in years, the thought of your virginity — of sex — didn’t feel heavy or complicated. it just felt… good.
and somewhere behind those pristine white doors, donor jaemin was already reviewing his next file. another client. another list of goals. another carefully measured beginning.
✚ APPOINTMENT STATUS: COMPLETE ✚
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in which jungwon is a sweet kitty who loves to please his older gf with his tongue! ♡ warnings ;; sub!won , oral(f.rec) , humping , cumming in pants , praise kink , 'good boy' , 'mommy' , squirting ❀ — nsfw !!
“please grind on my face,” jungwon panted from in between your thighs, chin absolutely drenched with your slick. he had been eagerly lapping away at your folds for hours now.
“mm, yeah? you wanna keep going?” you threaded your fingers through his fluffy mess of hair, pulling his face closer to your core. “you want more, don’t you?”
“mmph, tastes so sweet,” he slurred, eyes already sliding shut with bliss as he buried his face in your cunt once more. he was so impossibly eager to please, and had the stamina to match, too.
you swore he got off on the mere idea of pleasing a girl like you, so mature and grown compared to his naive self—something about being so desperate to do anything to impress you had him nearly cumming in his pants.
“d-does it feel good?” he asked in between kitten licks, practically begging for your praise.
“so, so good, wonnie,” you cooed. “can you go faster? i know you can, baby.”
he nodded frantically, determined to show you all the tricks he could do. “mhm, i’ll get you off…” he wrapped his hands around your plush thighs, gripping them tight as his skilled tongue switched between quick flicks across your folds to deep plunges into your hole. what he didn’t realize was that he was mindlessly humping the mattress to relieve the growing pressure between his own legs.
“ah, ah, jungwon, just like that,” you whined, tugging at his hair as you basked in the heavenly feeling of his warm mouth pleasuring your cunt. “you always know how to make me feel so good…”
he let out a muffled whine at your praises, which seems to spur him on even further. he shook his head back and forth, the tip of his nose brushing against your clit, causing warmth to quickly pool in your belly.
“s-shit… you’re leaking…” he breathed, quickly latching on to your pussy to lap up your juices before they even had the chance to spill from your folds.
you squeezed your eyes shut at the feeling, back arching off the mattress at the dizzying suction his lips were creating. “f-fuck, baby—ngh, i’m close…”
his glimmering eyes peered up at you sweetly as he continued to devour your cunt. he absolutely adored whenever you neared your climax, listening to all of your pretty noises and committing each of your sinful expressions to memory.
god, he was so infatuated by you.
“c-call me a good boy, please…” he panted, still grinding his clothed dick into the mattress as he suckled on your clit. he was nearing his high too, evident by the way his cock began to throb harder in his sweats.
“good boy, jungwon,” you mewled, the last tatters of your restraint clinging on for dear life. “such a good boy for me, fuck—!” your vision went white as he flicked his tongue justtt right against your sensitive bud, sending your mind reeling and your gummy walls fluttering in bliss. his wet lips eagerly embraced your folds as he drank you in.
“ah, s-shit, thank you mommy, oh my… mmph, thank you,” he whined as he hungrily slurped up each splash of your juices while spilling his own sticky cum into his pants, eyes crossing as he nearly ascended into heaven at the feeling of you squirting all over his pretty face.
“jungwon..." you were nearly brought to tears at the intensity of your orgasm after being edged for hours on his tongue, heart overflowing with love for him as you caught your breath.
he immediately hovered above you at the sound of his name, pink lips and chin still glimmering with your slick as his eyes blinked with excitement. “yes?”
he was so, so cute.
“you did so good for me, baby,” you praised, looping your arms around his neck to hug him close to your chest—his favorite place to be. “i love you so much.”
you swore he actually purred, burying his face in your plush breasts as he nuzzled into them. “thank you for letting me taste you. you’re my favorite dessert, mommy.”
your heart melted at his innocent words. you cradled him against your chest, admiring the way he blinked up at you with hopeful eyes. “hmm... you look like you want something more, baby.”
“well...” he prodded shyly at the low neckline of your revealing shirt with the tip of his nose, as he always did when he wanted something. “i was wondering, as a reward for doing so good…
will you let me suck on your tits, too?” ♡
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golden hour ⋆˚꩜｡ mark lee
'she looking at me with no patience, so dangerous -
- i'm in your brain like ooh-la-la-la'
5.3k, smut, fem!reader is ovulating, feelings are involved (mutual), oral (fem receiving), spit kink, p in v, unprotected (don't do that), mark cums inside, fluffy-ish, not edited at all i'm sorry
“…fuck, fuck, fuck…”
What in the hell did you walk in on?
Closing the door to your apartment behind you, quietly, twisting the knob to not make a single sound, you tip toed toward the kitchen table and set your purse down. Then your keys. Then, you jumped again.
“Fu-huck!”
His whine echoed from his room, out into the tiny hallway, into the kitchen, and up your skirt. Twisting your knees, squeezing your thighs together, you bit down on your bottom lip and cursed the fact you hadn’t gotten laid in months.
Having Mark for a roommate didn’t help.
Not when he sounded like that.
Pressing your hands into the wood, you sucked down a deep breath and shook it off. He was a male within a few feets radius of you, you didn’t want him, especially not right now, at the start of this week when you wanted anything and everything that walked. Just earlier on your walk home a street vendor complimented your legs, a catcall really, but you very well could’ve spun around and shown them to him up close.
You didn’t want Mark. You were ovulating and overstimulated and sensitive. And he’s an attractive guy, you’ve told him that before, he knows it, everyone thinks hes sexy.
His bedroom door swung open and your stomach dropped past your knees. He wore grey sweats only, and his headphones lived around his neck, his hair a mess from where they once sat on his head.
Games. Gaming. Gamer. He was playing games.
Not fucking someone into his mattress. Though it was hard to tell the difference, he sucked air harshly through his teeth just the same, no matter the activity.
Not that you listened. Or paid attention. Or touched yourself when you knew he had his hand wrapped around his cock thinking his sounds were muffled by the low beat of his nighttime playlist full of underground this guy eats, trust me rappers.
“Hey,” he smiled at you, a flash of perfect teeth with a boyish curl of his lips, “Thought I heard you come in.”
“Hi,” you sighed, standing up straight, composing yourself. Your eyes dropped to his toned middle, his perfectly sculpted chest, the silver chain hanging around his neck…
He swaggered for the fridge, coming closer to you, bodies separated by the table in the middle of the kitchen. The expanse of his back, just as honey, just as broad, just as built as his front, as his everything else. Mark wasn’t a big guy, but jesus god almighty did everything on him fit together in perfect harmony.
“How was work?” he asked, pulling a water bottle from a shelf, knobby fingers wrapping around the plastic. Arm flexing as he twisted off the cap and brought the spout to his lips, he turned to you and watched you while he drank.
A slight furrow of his brows beneath his undone hair, a pout in his lips, especially after he pulled the bottle away, the wide innocence in his eyes he wears as a facade, a trick, a ploy, because beneath that purity…
“Did you hear me?”
His smile settled into a smirk.
“Hm?” you hummed, and you watched him drag his eyes up and down your body. Glancing down at yourself you felt your cheeks flush of all color.
Bent over the table like you were, your knees had turned in. Thighs squeezing together, you practically trembled. Embarrassing. Humiliating really. Emitting a horniness reading absolutely off the charts, he could tell.
“Uh, yeah,” your voice almost squeaked. Pushing off the table you brushed your hands together and scooped up your things. “Work was… good.”
Mark leaned against a counter, his abs flexing ever so slightly. He crossed an arm over his chest and sipped his water, eyes narrowing.
“You’re lying,” he said, tongue darting between his lips, pointing at you with the bottle. Eyes glancing to his glistening lips, you withheld a whimper and shook your head.
You’ve got to get out of here.
“Not lying,” you said with the smallest of giggles, forcing some sort of smile onto your face. “I gotta shower.”
Starting for your bedroom that lived at the end of the hall, adjacent to Marks, his laugh paralyzed you. Sarcastic, knowing, sadistic. It bled into your ears, melted over your skin, and you despised what it did to your heart.
“You had your proposal today,” he started, pushing off the counter with his backside, padding over to the hall where you stood begging the bathroom to come closer to you so you wouldn’t have to withstand his presence any longer. “The big one. Your boss would be there, all the guys who think they have big dicks that own the company… Right?”
Turning slowly, very, very slowly, meeting his slightly confused expression, you nodded
“Riiiight,” he sang, voice going low and gravelly. A chill ran down your spine, one you’re hoping he didn’t notice. “I’ve listened to you all month. You’ve been dreading today, ‘cause you knew they weren’t gonna go for your team. They chose that asshole with the money, didn’t they?”
“Yeah,” you whispered, and he tipped his chin up, looking down at you. The ache between your thighs, the heat beneath your skin, grew tenfold under his stare.
You could reach out, grab him, fall onto the floor, yank down his sweatpants, slip your panties aside and sink onto him. It wasn’t even about him, you think, maybe. He’s a guy. A man who chronically oozed sex appeal, who caught the eye of everyone walking down the city streets. He’d be something hot, and hard, to fill yourself with, to relieve yourself upon, getting you through this week so you didn’t have to succumb to your vibrator or your own fingers…
He licked his lips again, the tip of his tongue sliding along his bottom lip dangerously slow.
Back and forth… back and forth… back and-
“You still with me?” he asked within a breath, almost a whisper, pulling you out of a trance.
You needed to leave.
Gulping, you squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head. Shook him out of your head. Him and his hot, shirtless self with his grey sweatpants hanging so low on his hips you knew he wasn’t wearing anything beneath them because the definition between his hips, down his pelvis winked at you.
“I’m fine.” Snapping your eyes open, you glared at him. “You’re right. Bad day. Thanks so much for reminding me.” You spun on your heels and stormed down the hall, stepping into your bedroom. He attempted to follow, arms shooting out at his side, eyes going wide, all signs of playing wiped from his cheeks.
“Hey, wait, I didn’t mean to do that, I was only trying to-“
You slammed your door shut.
In his face.
Mark Lee was not allowed in your bedroom, not right now. And probably not anytime in the near future. And then some.
This week sucked. A goddamned reminder that you had the worlds sexiest roommate and couldn’t do a thing about it. That the crush you’ve tried to swallow away for a year now was very much still real, very much still hanging over your head, something you can’t seem to escape. Not when your body quite literally begged you to reproduce with him.
Sighing, eyes falling shut, you threw your head back against the door.
Why Mark Lee???
Why your roommate you’ve grown tumultuously close to, closer than anyone else to you at this point in your life???
The Mark Lee who brings home girls some weekends, who goes out to party with friends he met in college, who works remotely, rarely has to leave the apartment, so he’s always here, always saying hi to you, always quick to greet you and bid you a good day when you leave in the morning…
Criminal really, how domestic it all seemed. How some days he’ll hint toward it, completely destroying weeks of suppression you worked oh so hard to build, only to now have to do it all over again.
You promised yourself you wouldn't get to this point.
That living with someone as attractive as Mark would work.
Guys and girls can be friends, you and Mark, you'd beat the stereotype.
Maybe it was time to move out.
Pushing off of your door to peel your top layers off, leaving a shirt and your skirt on to move to the bathroom with, you pulled pins from your hair and slumped onto your bed to pull your socks off.
Glancing about the space, your cozy bedroom you put together yourself, with Marks help, he really etched himself into every part of your life.
A hoodie of his laid over the back of a chair, a pair of his sunglasses sat on top of your dresser, some of the earrings in your jewelry box were his... For gods sake, you shared the same shampoo and soap.
Digging your hands through your hair, splaying yourself backwards on your bed, you reached for your laptop and pulled it over your stomach. Opening it, you punched Apartments.com in to the search bar and let available places in your area, nearby work, pop up.
Scrolling for about a minute, eyeing the monthly rent in comparison to location and appearance, you squeezed your eyes shut and groaned.
Now was not the time.
Tossing your laptop to your mattress, not bothering to log out or shut it, you snatched your towel and disappeared into the bathroom, allowing the hot water to wash away work stress, ovulating thoughts, and feelings.
Wrapping yourself in your towel, tucking it in so it stayed put, you smoothed lotion over your exposed skin, up your neck, down your chest, around your arms. Making note of where your necklace and earrings were on the counter that you'd have to come back for, you picked up your clothes, flipped off the light, and peeked out into the hallway for any sign of Mark.
Years you've lived here, and yet the act of running from the shower to your bedroom performed like some sort of humiliation ritual.
Not for Mark, of course. He'd wander around in his towel for hours.
The apartment was quiet. No games, no whines, no Mark.
Maybe he left.
Stepping out of the bathroom, leaving the door cracked, you took two giant strides toward your door and spun inside swiftly, turning the knob as you closed your door, just in case he was still here somewhere.
"What are you looking at these for?"
Jumping a mile, grabbing onto the top of your towel, you whirled around with a gasp.
He was sitting on your bed with your laptop on his legs that were folded under him.
"Mark!"
He glanced up at you, his brows furrowed and focused, paying no mind to how your cheeks flushed and your body still dripped. "When were you planning on moving?"
"I wasn't, I-I was just-"
Looking down at the screen, he squinted at something. "Looking for apartments in this building."
Stepping toward your bed, you held up a finger. "Everywhere, not just this building."
He scoffed, his lips perking into the tiniest of smirks. "So, you admit it. You're moving out." The way he looked at you...
Both hands held onto your towel, pressing to your chest for your own sanity and composure.
You were naked.
He was on your bed, half naked.
"I wasn't planning on it," you sighed, eyes wide, hoping to tide him over with your words so that he'd leave and you could continue your search, or, at least put some clothes on. "You saw me when I came in here, I was stressed, so it was the first thing I thought of to do to help my nerves, I guess, I-"
Setting the laptop aside, he rose to his feet, head cocking to the right. All of his accessories were gone, it was just him, his sweats, and that silver chain around his neck.
"How is a new apartment gonna help relieve your stress at work?" he asked, taking small steps toward you. His frame stood bigger than your own. More clothed than you, taller than you, you sunk backward, your body pressing against your door. "I did see you, you were..." His eye flickered to your lips. "Upset."
Five inches separated you.
"Mark," you whispered, and he looked at you. "It's just a bad day."
"Is it?" he asked, closing two more inches, eyeing your parted lips as your breath hitched.
Gulping, you nodded, holding onto the cotton that covered you even tighter. "Bad day."
Narrowing his eyes, you could feel his warm breath trickling over your skin still damp from the shower. "So, you thought a new apartment would cure that bad day?" He didn't let you answer, cutting you off before you started. "Why don't you just tell me what you really need, sweetheart," he whispered, closing the gap between you, pressing himself against you, "And we can stop playing fucking games."
His hands pressed against the wood of the door, his arms caging you in. Chest to chest, his nose nudged yours and he smirked as your eyes fluttered shut.
Intoxicating.
Every siren in your head shot off.
His warmth, his presence, his smell, his words, his lips.
"Look at me," he murmured, and you obeyed, meeting his proud smile. "Good girl," he cooed, nudging your nose with his. Your knees trembled. He let a soft laugh loose. "Yeah, you like that. I knew it."
"Knew it?" you breathed, your heart pounding between your lungs.
Mark licked his lips and popped his brows. "I hear you too, sweetheart." His lips ghosted yours, smiling as your face screwed up in disbelief. "Oh, yeah," he sang, "You're filthy. How many toys you got in that drawer over there? Wanna play?"
Writhing, pressing your legs together, your core slick already, you whined and shook your head. "Mark."
Parting his lips, softening his face, he pouted. "Oh, babe, you're not in trouble." Taking a hand to your chin, he danced his thumb over your cheek, swooning as you melted into his touch. "I'm teasing," he whispered, taking in how you stared up at him, unable to look at anything else since he said look at me.
Swallowing thickly, you took shallow breaths, your mind tuning to the sound of his voice.
Mark pinched your cheek gently, his brows steadying over his deep brown eyes. The way you stared at him, like he hung the stars and held the answer to all of your problems...
"I know what you need," he said just above a whisper, his fingers drawing over your skin gently, dancing down your neck. "As soon as you walked in the door, I could tell." His finger hooked below your chin, lifting it more, your doe eyes deepening. "Fuck," he whispered. "I'll leave you alone, okay, you can get into that drawer-"
He stepped away from you, and you reached for him, hands grabbing onto his bare biceps.
"Mark-"
Your towel slipped.
He didn't look.
His entire being softened.
Waiting.
His eyes never left yours.
Sucking in a shaky breath, he pushed out, "Yeah?"
Clenching your jaw, you gave him the tiniest nod of your head, and he groaned.
"Tell me," he whispered. The feeling of your fingers digging into his skin made his lashes flutter. "Say the words," he shook his head, "Or, you get nothing."
Steadying your breath, breaking through the part of you that longed for him to just give in and swallow you whole, you said, “I need you.”
It was all he needed.
Pushing you up against the door, one hand wrapping around the back of your neck and the other slipping down your body, Mark opened his mouth and pressed his lip to your neck, his teeth grazing over your skin as your arms hooked around his neck. Rocking with him, letting his weight push you to where he wanted you to be, you followed, body lax, under his control.
His fingers slipped between your legs, dragging through your folds, pressing to your clit. Moaning against your neck, grinding himself into you at the sound of your own whimper, he lifted his head and touched his forehead to yours.
“So fucking wet,” he mumbled, leaning in to kiss your lips, heavy yet slowly, his tongue poking through to meet with yours, “You’ve been pent up all day, haven’t you?”
“Three days,” you gasped, clinging to him, the massage of his fingers making you tremble.
His tongue dragged over your lips. “Three days?” Pressing wet kisses to your cheek, he muttered, “You’ve been this horny for three days?” Pulling away from you briefly, watching you writhe with every twist of his fingers, every brush of his thumb over your clit, he started to smile. The hand around your neck tightened, pressing into the sides.
“Mark,” you moaned, and the sound he made lit a spark in your belly.
Screwing your eyes shut, you thrashed against the door, knees going weak as he slid two into you, his thumb in a steady rhythm over your bud. Grinding into his hand, throwing your hips in a circle, his smile fell into a smirk.
“You want it bad,” he muttered, dipping down to nip at your neck. “What can I do to you, baby?”
Feeling your belly tighten every time you became aware that this was Mark doing this to you, touching you, making your toes curl, you couldn’t find it within yourself to hold back. Shame was lost on you.
Clawing at his back, gasping for air, a moaning mess, you babbled, “Anything, anything, y-you can do anything, I don’t… Fuck… Mark.”
“Good fucking girl,” he cooed, tugging at your earlobe with his teeth before his lips were latched to you once more. Pumping his fingers into you, curling them towards him, you shook. Bending at the knees, he pressed hot kisses down your chest, grabbing a handful on the way down, his fingers teasing your nipples. Searing his lips down your middle, over your belly button and below, he pulled his fingers from you on his knees and looked up at you. “You’re beautiful.”
Heaving breaths, your cheeks warmed. Covering your face with your hands, you managed to finally crack some sort of giggle. “Stop,” you whispered.
“Come here,” he breathed, gripping your hips, tugging your lower half toward him. Guiding one leg over his shoulder, he smoothed that hand up the back of your thigh, giving your ass a squeeze with a moan. Dragging his thumb through your slick, he curved his lips into the perfect ‘o’ and gazed up at you as he blew cool air over your core.
Sucking air in through your teeth, jolting away from him, one hand flew down to lace through his hair, giving him the harshest tug. Proud of himself, he beamed up at you and let his tongue roll through his parted lips.
“Where do you want me?” he asked, voice an octave lower than usual. He didn’t fight against your hold, but you could feel him start to try to. Letting him go, his smile wiped away. “No, hang on to me.”
“I didn’t wanna-”
He gripped your hip, his other hand sliding up your middle to grab a handful of tit. “Hang on to me,” he said through his teeth, nudging himself into your core, his nose pushing on your clit, his tongue sliding into your hole.
Both of your hands knit into his hair, holding onto him for balance as he held up on one foot.
Lapping at you, his tongue swirling and twisting, the pressure in your belly growing tenfold, you cried out for him and allowed yourself to fall against him, all your composure gone. Mark pressed his fingers into your curves, pinched and toyed with your nipple while he moaned into your pussy soaking his face. Bobbing his head, tongue going flat, he moved with you, your hips circling on his face, riding wherever the pleasure wanted you to go.
Vision blurry, body on fire, you tugged at his hair but it wasn’t enough. You tried to reach down for him, but he wouldn’t move. You wanted to see him, to hold him, hold onto him, kiss him–
“Mark,” you whimpered, trying to pull him off of you. “Mark, please.”
Parting from you once, sucking in a breath, chest heaving, he gazed up at you with lust stricken eyes, his lips and cheeks a mess. “Wanna make you cum,” he groaned, soothing you with a circle of his hand on your thigh, “Doing so good, baby, please?”
“No,” you cried out, pulling him to his feet.
He let you.
Gently placing you back on the ground, holding you up, he pressed himself to you and cupped your jaw. You gave him a kiss, one small, one soft, one tasting like you. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, giggling as he pulled a hand up to wipe his face clean, he kissed you again, longer this time, your breaths in sync, like the beating of your hearts.
“I’m right here,” he whispered. “You okay?”
Nodding, gazing at him, you licked your lips and gave him the quietest whine.
His thumb pulled at your bottom lip, his eyes flickering to it, and with the gentlest whisper, he asked, “Your bed or mine?”
“Stay here,” you breathed, and he smiled.
Taking his hands to your waist, he pulled you up, wrapping you around his front. Stolen kisses on the way there, a few strides backward toward your bed, he tipped over as you giggled and laid you down on your mattress. Tongue escaping, nasty kisses pushed to your neck, Mark pushed his sweats to the floor and climbed over you, his knees pushing yours open.
Taking both hands to your jaw, he tipped your head backward and coerced your lips open with his thumbs, holding them there. His cheeks sucked in, as his length prodded at your entrance, he pursed his lips and let a ball of spit drip onto your tongue. Moans trapped in the back of your throat, you arched against him.
Mark, eyes dark as ever, bobbed his head and stuck his thumb in your mouth, spreading his spit on your tongue. “I knew it,” he teased, “Again.” As if you were going to be able to question him, he looked you in the eyes and whispered, “Nasty.”
Eyes rolling, you wiggled your hips, the feeling of his tip not enough. Wrapping your lips around his thumb, giving him a harsh suck, you swore the devil flashed in his eyes.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he grumbled, “Don’t get me started. I want you gagging every which way, I’ve pictured it, gotten off to it.” You moaned and he laughed. “But, I wanna fuck your pussy more than I wanna fuck your throat,” he dipped down to press a kiss to your forehead, pushing stray hairs out of the way, whispering, “That okay?”
“Please,” you mumbled around his thumb, digging your teeth into it. “Mark, please.”
He lingered by your ear, lips brushing your lobe. “Please, what?”
“Fuck me,” you cried, writhing under him. He pulled his thumb out of your mouth and gripped your chin. Meeting his gaze, you whimpered. “Please, Mark, fuck me. I need you so bad.”
“Thought you were gonna let me bend you over the kitchen table,” he said, reaching a hand between your bodies to grip himself, “Pictured that before, too.”
“Fuck,” you gasped as he slid his tip into you.
He winced at how you squeezed him already, his brows tipped in the middle, his lips curling under. “Let me in, baby, can’t give you what you want if you don’t breathe.”
Your heart beat in your ears. You could barely get any air in as his length pushed inside of you, the pressure too great. The stretch, too much, the thought, the knowing that it was Mark, this was Mark, your roommate, inside of you, his cock, the pleasure–
A long sigh, laced with a whine, washed over him from your lips. Pushing into the hilt, your thighs touching, his hips on your hips, your clit pushing into his pelvis, he laid on top of you, your chests meshed. Parted lips met yours, the brush of a tongue on yours, the stinging of tears in your eyes as he rocked into you– you could feel him in your throat.
His thumbs pushed into your cheeks, his soft touch keeping you with him, brushing over your bottom lashes as your lips parted and you sighed, gazing up at him.
A mess, both of you. His hair, pushed around in ways he’d never let you see, his eyes, glazed over with euphoria, his lips, parted and hungry. Teeth baring as he rocked into you, your breath hitching in your chest, you drug your hands down his back, your nails leaving behind plush red love marks as they came back up to his shoulders.
“God, I just wanna stay like this,” he mumbled, burying his head in your neck, moaning into your shoulder. “Feel so good, sweetheart,” he sighed, wrapping his lips in a kiss below your jaw.
One of your hands escaped to his hair, knitting into his locks, holding onto him for clarity. “You’re so… big…” you managed to gasp between snaps of his hips.
Smirking down at you, he pushed himself up to his hands, the silver chain on his neck dangling over your nose. “Yeah?”
Managing a smile with your twisted brows, you breathed through a laugh, “Knew it.”
“Fuck, you’re so cute,” he muttered, suffocating you with a kiss, his hands eager to hold you in anyway they possibly could. “You know what it takes to hold myself back?”
Your tongue wanted to pop out of your lips. Biting down on your lip, moaning without giving yourself permission, you blinked up at him, dazed, ignited with nirvana.
Relief.
Mark pushed up off of you, guiding your legs around his waist as he held onto yours. Picking your hips up off the mattress, he pistoled into you and tipped his head back, his groans echoing off the walls, lingering in the air.
“You know what it feels like… to have you walk around here… like you don’t know how hot you are?” He took a thumb to your clit, pressing down, grinning as you cried out and writhed, your hands gripping onto your sheets. “What it feels like… to hear you moan into your pillows… knowing that I could walk in here… and fuck you dumb?”
“Yes,” you gasped, voice broken, “Mark, yes, you drive me fucking crazy.”
He snickered. “Do I?”
Every twist of his thumb made you tremble, your high barreling toward you as you watched his body move. The arch in his back, the push of his hips, where your bodies met, the sound your bodies made…
“I wanted you as soon as I got home,” you babbled, fucking yourself back onto him as he thrust into you, “Wanted you to fuck me, wanted you to make me cum… Mark.”
His body let loose for a second, his composure dropping, his head lulling back, but then he grabbed your waist and pushed you both up to your pillows. Stretching his legs behind him, putting his hands behind your knees, he folded you in half and lowered himself on top of you.
Hair stuck to his forehead, your breaths tangled in shared air, his chain kissed your chin, your nose, your neck.
“Mark,” you whispered, your belly tightening, your legs shaking around him. Pulling him closer, landing messy kisses to his cheek, to his jaw, you gasped, right on the edge. “M’fu- Mark!”
“Come on,” he whispered, lazy lips brushing your cheek, “C’mon, babe. I got you.” You squeezed him, your body twitching under him, a tumultuous build up, a crash you needed three days ago. Fueled by his hands, his hips, his tongue, you cried out for him, barely recognizing yourself. “Cum for me, sweetheart, c’mon, you can do it.”
Almost missing your lips with a kiss, he moaned into your mouth as his own belly tensed.
“Need you to cum first,” he groaned, letting his fingers toy with your clit, his speed relentless, but he knew as soon as you went silent, he had you. “Be a good girl,” he whined, nose pressing to your cheek, “C’mon… Cum on my cock, baby, isn’t that what you want? Cum and I’ll fill you up, you want that?”
Nodding, fast, barely breathing, only able to suck air in, unable to push any out, you clung to him as your vision seared white, and you convulsed into him, body ignited with a pleasure brand new. You squeezed him tight, giving him little time to warn you he was cumming, filling you up with half a thrust as he dropped to his elbows and whimpered.
You’re not sure how long you laid in silence, spent bodies pressed together on a mussed up bedspread that now needed a washing. Then, he stirred.
Picking up his head of messed up hair, he looked down at you, eyes heavy, lips swollen. Surprised to see you already looking, he smiled, a flash of his teeth poking between his lips. Pulling out of you, taking his time, watching you closely as he did, he kissed you gently.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered, shifting over your body to lay beside you, wrapping an arm around your back to tuck you into his side.
Unable to not look at him, you brushed your lips over his chest and whispered, “You’re incredible.”
Resting an arm behind his head, he looked down at you with a lazy smile. “You feel better?”
“Yes,” you answered quickly, making him laugh. “But, I think…”
He flipped his brows over, reaching his hand out to fix the mess that was your hair. “You think what, sweetheart?”
Curling up against him, you cowered and hid your face in his arm.
“Tell me,” he said softly, smoothing his hand under your chin, lifting your head. Pursing your lips, as if he could tell by the flutter of your lashes, he poked his cheek with his tongue. “Be a good girl and use your words,” he whispered, and you almost whimpered.
Your heart swelled in your chest, your cheeks heating as you whispered, “I don’t want you to go.”
Mark glanced around your room before looking at you crazy. “Am I… going somewhere?” Smiling as you giggled, he screwed his face up and tried to wiggle away from you. “Oh, wait, actually, that's you. How’s the apartment hunt going?”
“No!” Grabbing onto him, pulling him back into you, he rolled over on his side, hovering over you. Blinking up at him, you took a deep breath and shook your head. “I’m not leaving. You overwhelmed me, I thought I had no other option.”
Mark raised his brows. “Instead of just asking me to fuck, you were going to move out? To a whole new apartment? When this one is just fine?” Your smile faded, and your resolve clouded over. Mark tilted his head, curious. “Talk to me.”
Rolling your eyes, dragging your nails against his back, softer this time, you mumbled, “I… like you… Mark.” He didn’t move. “I was thinking about moving, ‘cause… I have feelings for you. And, after this… I want you. I wanted you before. I want to be yours.”
It took his six whole seconds to break into a toothy grin. “Great,” he huffed, catching your lips in a slow kiss, whispering against them, “Which room do you want to be ours?”
Eyes widening, he shocked you with another kiss.
Nudging your nose with his, he winked. “I wanna be yours.”
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Summary: Your incredibly sweet boyfriend has no issue waiting until you're ready, and that time comes sooner than expected.
Pairing: Jiung x virgin!reader (established relationship)
Genre: Smut
Warnings: devastatingly sweet soft dom!Jiung, passionate deep emotional sex (😵💫😵💫), a lot of dry humping/ grinding (basically the whole thing lmao), semi penetration (just the tip), kinda loss of virginity, kinda creampie, a lot of dirty talk and praise, talk of being scared of sex
Word count: 3.6k
Authors notes: THIS IS FOR ALL THE VIRGINS WHO ARE SCARED OF SEX‼️‼️ (me). Wow guys this might be top 3 things I've ever written like I struggle writing rougher smut (even though im into that...) but writing sensual, passionate smut... oh I cooked (im a lovergirl at heart) also this will be my last smut for a while so I hope you devour.
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This was your favorite place in the world.
You, Jiung, your bed, and the love that existed between you.
It's where you felt safest in the world; your own personal little sanctuary.
You were straddling his lap, your knees sinking into the plush mattress on either side of his hips. His hands, large and warm, rested at the dips of your waist, his thumbs making absent, soothing circles against the thin fabric of your sleep shirt.
You’d been kissing for what felt like hours, slow, deep, exploring kisses that tasted of the sugary candy you had been eating together earlier.
Your shirt clad chest pressed against his bare one, his lips soft but insistent, tongue a gentle promise against yours. This was your routine. The making out that would leave you both breathless and flushed, that would stir an ache low in your belly, but would always, always stop before it became too much.
Jiung never pushed. He’d kiss you until your lips were swollen, hold you until your limbs were liquid in his hands, and then, with a soft, pained groan into your neck, he’d untangle himself, adjust himself discreetly, and leave you with a chaste kiss on the forehead, his own need a secondary concern to your comfort.
You had a fear of sex. Not of him, never of him, but of the act itself. The vulnerability, the potential for pain, the loss of control. He knew. He’d held you through quiet tears when you first confessed to him, scared that he'd leave you as so many others had. He listened without judgment as you fumbled through explanations of your nerves. His patience was a fortress around your fragile feelings.
But tonight… tonight was different. A restless, needy want surged through you. The usual slow burn of your make-out sessions felt like it was igniting something more in your body. You broke the kiss, panting softly, and instead of settling against his chest, you began to move. A timid, tentative roll of your hips, grinding the soft cotton of your pajama shorts against his stomach and lower.
Jiung’s breath hitched. His hands tightened on your waist. “Baby?” he murmured, his voice breathy against your lips.
You didn’t answer with words. You just kissed him again, more desperately this time, your tongue sliding over his as you ground down harder. A tiny, helpless noise escaped your throat, a high-pitched whimper you barely recognized as your own.
It was like flipping a switch in him. A low groan escaped his throat which only encouraged you more. “Fuck,” he whispered against your mouth. “Those little sounds… you’re going to kill me.”
Emboldened, you held onto his broad shoulders, your fingers digging into the muscle there. You rocked against him, seeking friction, seeking more.
The thin layers of fabric between you were a maddening barrier. You could feel the hard length of him, trapped in his sweatpants, pressing insistently against you with every movement. You rubbed yourself against him, your movements growing less hesitant and more purposeful. The tension in your lower belly was tightening, a sweet, urgent pull.
“Jiung,” you gasped, breaking the kiss to bury your face in the crook of his neck. God he smelled so good. “I… I need…”
“What do you need, sweetheart?” His voice was strained, thick with desire, but his hands were still gentle, one coming up to cradle the back of your head. “Tell me. Anything you want.”
You lifted your head, meeting his dark, caring eyes. They were full of so much heat, but also an unwavering patience. “Can I have... a little more. Please?”
He searched your face for a long moment in awe, his gaze tracing your flushed cheeks, your kiss-swollen lips, the desperate plea in your eyes. He nodded slowly, a solemn agreement. “You can have whatever you want my love. Can I take these off?” he asked, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your pajama shorts.
You nodded, a shiver of anticipation and nervousness racing down your spine. “Yes.”
His movements were careful. He guided you off his lap as he helped you lift your hips, sliding the soft shorts down your legs and tossing them aside. The cool air of the room kissed your heat, making you aware of how exposed you were in just your shirt and panties. He then hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his own sweatpants, pushing them down before kicking them off the bed.
The sight of him, lying back against the pillows in just his black boxers, stole your breath. He was all lean muscle and smooth skin, his pretty tattoos on full display. The soft lines of his abdomen led down to where an unmistakable erection strained against the cotton, the tip already dark with moisture and visibly outlined. You swallowed hard.
“Come here,” he whispered with a pat to his lap. He was lying back fully, guiding you to settle back on top of him, your soaked pussy now aligned directly with the ridge of his cock through the fabric. The new position was more intimate, more intense. You could almost feel every inch of him.
Hesitantly, you began to move again, grinding against him slowly. The sensation was immediately different. The thin material of your panties and his boxers were a pathetic curtain between your heated flesh. A jolt of pure pleasure shot through you, and a soft “oh” fell from your lips.
“That’s it,” Jiung encouraged, his hands settling on your hips. “Just like that. Feel good?”
“Mmm-hmm,” you managed, already losing yourself to the rhythm. You started moving harder, chasing that addicting feeling, your thighs gripping his sides. The wetness gathering between your legs was making the glide so much smoother. You could hear the soft, wet sound of fabric moving against fabric.
“God, look at you,” he groaned, his eyes raking over your body. Your shirt had ridden up, exposing the soft skin of your stomach. “Can I touch you? Here?” His hands hovered over your torso.
“Yes,” you breathed. “Please.”
His touch was fire. One large hand slid up under your shirt, his palm scorching as it cupped your breast and he was delighted to find no bra there, just your bare skin. Your heart hammered in your chest at the contact, this being the first time he'd ever touched you there.
He squeezed gently, his thumb brushing over your nipple until it pebbled into a hard peak between his fingers. The other hand splayed across your stomach, possessive and warm, before sliding around to grip your waist, holding you steady as you moved against him.
Lost in the sensation, your own hands reached behind you, bracing on his strong thighs for support as you rocked your hips in a desperate circle. The friction was exquisite, building a pressure that you had never experienced before.
Jiung’s gaze was locked between your bodies. His breathing was harsh. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he choked out. “Look at that. You’re soaking through your panties. I can see it.” A dark, wet patch had indeed bloomed on the light-colored fabric, clear evidence of your arousal.
He bit his lower lip, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “Can we… can we take these off? Just these. I promise, I won’t do anything else. I just… I need to feel all of you against me. No barriers. Please.”
His plea was raw and honest. You were scared, a flutter of panic in your chest at the thought of being so bare before him. But this was Jiung. Your Jiung. Who had never broken a promise to you and who you've never ever felt uncomfortable with.
You gave a shy, almost imperceptible nod.
The devotion in his movements made your throat tighten.
Once again, he gently moved you off his lap and hooked his fingers into the sides of your panties and drew them down your legs with agonizing slowness, his eyes drinking in the newly revealed flesh. When they were completely off, he didn’t immediately move. He was transfixed. His breath left him in a shaky, awed rush.
“Wow,” he whispered, his voice full of wonder. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Every part of you. Absolutely stunning.” His gaze was hot, worshipful, drinking in the glistening folds, thankful that you trusted him enough to reveal yourself to him. The intimacy of it was overwhelming, but the pure admiration in his eyes chased some of the fear away.
He quickly discarded his own underwear, freeing his painful erection. It sprang up, long and veined, the head flushed a deep pretty red and beading with pre-cum. It was intimidating, the sheer reality of it, its size, its obvious need. You whimpered, your body tensing ever so slightly.
“Shhh,” he soothed instantly, catching your reaction. He leaned forward to kiss you softly. “It’s just me. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want. We can stop right now.” His sincerity was endearing.
“No,” you whispered back, kissing him. “I want… I want to feel you.”
Blushing furiously, he helped guide you back onto his lap. The moment your bare skin met his, the hot, silken head of his cock pressing against your dripping folds, you both gasped. It was a shock of sensation, so much more intense than through fabric. His hands returned to your hips, gripping firmly as he helped you grind down on him.
“That’s my girl,” he praised, his voice rough.“Ride me just like that. Use me to make yourself feel good. God, your pussy is so soft, so wet for me. You feel that? How perfect we fit together even like this?”
You could only choke out a whimper in response, your head falling back as you moved. The hard head of his cock dragged through your slickness, rubbing against your sensitive clit with every pass, setting your nerves alight. The sounds were so obscene, wet, slick, squelches that filled the room. You leaned in to kiss him, needing the balance of the sweet innocent touch in contrast to the not so innocent touch below you.
And you were dizzy with it, with the feel of him, the smell of sex and sweat, the sight of his blissful face watching you come apart.
“Jiung,” you panted, tearing your mouth from his to press your forehead against his shoulder. Your movements became less coordinated, more sporadic. “I need mngh- I....ah!” You didn't even know what you were saying, babbling uselessly on his cock.
“I know, sweet girl, I know,” he soothed, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other spread on the small of your back. “You’re doing so good. Just feel it. Listen to your body.” His own body was flexing hard against you, every muscle tensed with the effort to control himself. He kissed along your jaw, down your throat, his tongue tasting the salty sweat on your skin.
“You’re making such a pretty mess for me, all over my stomach. My good girl.”
Overwhelmed, you captured his lips again, wet and sloppy, matching the pace perfectly. As the intensity built in your belly, you began to clench around nothing, your clit pulsating against him and the aching emptiness inside you was becoming unbearable. You pulled back, your eyes swimming with desperate tears of frustration and longing.
Before you even realized what he was doing, he gripped your waist and rolled you both over, laying you down on your back amidst the crumpled sheets. You whined in protest, a sound so sweetly frustrated, your hips arching off the bed, seeking the lost friction. “Why’d you do that? I want… I want to make you feel good.”
God how could someone be so unbelievably sexy and cute at the same time Jiung thought. You had really thought you were in control. You thought just because you were on top, because he let you set that sweet little pace, that he wasn't holding every ounce of control. The way he guided your hips when they faltered, the way he kept your thrusts shallow so he wouldn't scare you away, the way he had to hold himself back to keep from flipping you over an hour ago and driving into you until you both forgot your names.
He looked down at you, your brows still furrowed in adorable frustration.
He could only imagine the future. The future where he would finally show you what control really feels like. When he would pin those pretty wrists above your head and watch your eyes go wide when you realize how much stronger he is, how easily he could tear you apart. How he would turn that sweet, needy grinding into deep, possessive thrusts that leave you sobbing his name.
A tremor of raw anticipation ran through him at the thought. Oh my love, you have no idea.
He leaned down, kissing away the crease between your brows, then lower to capture your lips in a slow deep kiss meant to silence your protests and swallow your little whimpers.
"Shhh my sweet girl," he murmured, one hand coming up to cradle your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheekbone.
"I don't want you getting tired from grinding on me." The truth, but not all of it.
He kissed you again softly before continuing, his eyes holding yours with an intensity that made your breath catch.
"Let me take care of you princess," he whispered. "That's how you make me feel good."
He settled between your thighs, spreading you open wider. The position was more exposing, more vulnerable. You watched the intense focus on his face as he looked down at your dripping cunt with stars in his eyes, still clenching uselessly around nothing. "God look at you."
Then he reached down and took himself in hand. You watched, mesmerized, as he stroked himself a few times, pleasuring himself with just the sight of your pussy, then finally guiding the broad head of his cock through your soaked folds. He rubbed it against you, coating himself in your arousal, the swollen tip catching on your entrance slightly, sending your heart racing, before sliding up to circle your clit.
“Oh god!” you cried out, your back arching off the bed. The direct stimulation was unbelievable. Each pass sent jolts of white-hot pleasure straight to your core. He set a slow, torturous pace, watching your face intently.
“You like that?” he murmured, his own control slipping. “You like my cock rubbing against your pretty little pussy? Look at how wet you are for me. You’re dripping all over me. Such a good girl, taking it so well.”
You cried out, between his voice and cock, the sensations were so intense you could barely breathe, each stroke pushing you closer to the edge without letting you fall.
“That’s it, let me hear you. Your moans are the best sound I’ve ever heard. You have no idea what you do to me. I could spend hours just like this, feeling you get wetter and wetter."
He was true to his word as he glided through your sensitive flesh with increasing pressure and speed. The pressure inside you was wound impossibly tight, a screaming tension that demanded release. You were thrashing beneath him, clutching at the sheets, a continuous stream of pleas and cries falling from your lips.
“Can’t… I can’t…” you sobbed.
“Can’t what, sweetheart?” he teased, wanting nothing more than to drive you mad. “Can’t take it? You can. You’re taking it so beautifully.” He leaned down to kiss you on the nose. “Tell me what you want. Use those pretty words.”
Gathering every ounce of courage, you reached between your bodies, your fingers brushing against his where he held himself. You looked up into his burning eyes and whispered, so quietly he had to strain to hear, “Can you… put the tip in? Just… just the tip?”
He stilled for a fraction of a second, surprise flashing across his features. “Just the tip?” he repeated, his voice hushed.
You nodded frantically, your face burning with a mix of shame and desperate need. “Yeah. Please. Just the tip.”
A groan ripped from his chest, a sound of pure agony and ecstasy, he could have cum right then and there. “Fuck. Okay. Okay, baby. Just the tip. I promise. For my brave girl."
He shifted his position slightly, aligning himself perfectly with you. Holding your eyes, he applied a gentle pressure. The blunt head of his cock began to press against your tight entrance. "Relax for me my love, let me in."
There was a moment of resistance, a stretching burn that made you gasp, and then suddenly he was inside. Just an inch, maybe even less.
The feeling was immense. A fullness, a stretching heat you’d never known. You cried out, a sharp sound that melted into a long, low mewl.
A wave of emotion crashed over you. The vulnerability, the trust, the sheer physical intensity of it was too much, and a choked sob escaped your throat. Hot tears welled in your eyes and spilled over, tracking down your cheeks rapidly.
Jiung froze instantly. “Hey, hey,” he whispered, his voice heavy with concern. He brushed your tears away with his thumbs, his own body trembling to keep still inside you. “Does it hurt? We can stop right now.”
You shook your head frantically, your inner muscles fluttering around that incredible, invasive inch of him. “N-no… it’s… it’s just… a lot.” You managed a watery smile. “Good. It’s so good.”
He searched your eyes, finding only truth, and his expression transformed into one of awe. He dropped a kiss on your tear streaked cheek, then your lips. “I know, baby, I know,” he murmured. “It’s overwhelming. You’re so perfect. So fucking tight. So hot inside. Taking me so well, my perfect girl. Just breathe for me.”
You did, drawing in a ragged breath. The initial sting was already fading, replaced by a deep, throbbing ache of pleasure. He was inside you. A part of him was connected to a part of you.
“Okay?” he whispered.
“Okay,” you breathed. “Move… please move.”
He withdrew slowly until he was completely out of you, cock pressed to your fluttering entrance, then pushed back in that same shallow, careful inch.
The drag was exquisite. Each time he slid back in, a fresh sob hitched in your chest, tears of overwhelming pleasure now mixing with the earlier emotional release. He vehemently kept his promise, never sinking deeper, but with each thrust, he picked up speed.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his own breath coming in painful ragged pants. “Cry for me, princess. Let me see how good it feels. You’re such a pretty mess for me. My messy, perfect dirty girl.” His words were a lifeline as you clung to every single one. “Fuck, you’re tight. Just squeezing the tip so sweetly. You wanna milk me dry just like this? Hmm? Gonna make me come from just this little bit of your tight pussy?”
His words sent a series of spasms through you. You were unraveling completely, sobbing openly now with each thrust. You've never been this close to release before, your fingers never being enough.
With a groan that was pure lust, he pulled all the way out, his slick cock leaving your fluttering entrance just to drag the swollen head back through your soaked folds, painting your clit with a thick stripe of your combined wetness.
“Yes! God, yes!” You cried out at the new rhythm.
He slid his cock head back to your entrance and pushed, filling that aching space once more. You cried out, the relief instantaneous and profound. He gave you three, four, five of those perfect, small thrusts, until he pulled out again to rub against you.
He used his cock like that, sliding the length of it through your drenched slit, from your clit all the way back to your entrance, coating himself and spreading your arousal everywhere.
He watched with fascination. "So messy. Making such a mess on my cock huh?"
In. Out and up. In. Out and up. It was a cycle of tension and relief that built upon itself with every pass.
You couldn't take it any more. The pressure was too much to take.
"I can't!" You choked out. "It's too much!"
“You can, my love, you can do it. Come on, cum all over my cock. This sweet, perfect cunt. I love you so much. You can do it.”
The pressure broke without warning. Your orgasm crashed over you, violent and all-consuming. Your inner muscles clamped down viscously around the invading tip of him as a silent scream tore through you, your body convulsing under his.
The feeling of your clamping heat was his undoing. With a raw moan of pure pleasure, he followed you over. You felt the hot, intimate pulse of his cum inside you mixing with your own.
He collapsed onto his forearms above you, too weak to hold out any longer, burying his face in your neck as you both shuddered through the aftershocks. His body was heavy and warm as it relaxed against yours.
After a moment, he lifted his head. He was still inside you, that tender connection maintained. He looked down at your pretty face, at your tear-streaked face, your swollen lips, your fucked-out expression, and his eyes shone with a love so fierce it stole the last of your breath.
He leaned down and kissed you so deep you felt it in your soul. When he pulled back, he whispered against your lips, a vow for the future, thick with promise and commitment.
⋆˚࿔ pairing: jiung x fem! reader ── warnings: 18+ content MDNI , oral (f), p in v , soft bf! jiung, fluff. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ requested. click here to join my taglist.
you were sat at your desk in your room with your laptop open, textbooks and work scattered everywhere.
you were so stressed about uni and were trying to stay caught up that you forgot your boyfriend was also there.
there jiung sat, he was sat on your bed watching you over work yourself with everything. he knew school meant a lot to you
but he hated how much it would stress you out so much. he was afraid you were gonna get burnt out on it.
“baby. come here.” jiung said softly as he opened his arms as he was sitting up on your bed head leaning against the headboard.
you snapped out of your trance your work had you in turning your attention to him. you were a bit hesitant as you wanted to get your work done and over with.
you let out a soft sigh, closing your laptop and getting up crawling onto the bed to him. he pulled you into his lap so you were straddling him, your chest pressed against his.
“there’s my girl.” he whispered. his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back. “so pretty when you’re not frowning over a textbook.”
you pouted. “i need to get my work done baby.”
he chuckled at your state. “i understand but i don’t want you to burn yourself out on uni love. you work really hard, but you deserve a break sometimes.”
you playfully rolled your eyes. you knew he was right.
he kissed you then, slow and deep. his tongue tracing your bottom lip before slipping inside to explore. you melted against him, your hands wrapping around his neck as he deepened the kiss.
he reached his hands down to your ass smacking it and guiding you to grind on his growing errection causing a whimper to fall from your lips. “jiung.”
“i know baby.” he whispered, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down your neck. “let me take care of you, yeah? you’ve been working so hard.” his teeth grazed your pulse point. you whimpered, your head falling back to give him better access.
“wanna treat my girl right.” his hands slid under your shirt, lifting it over your head before tossing it aside. his eyes darkened as he took in your bare chest, his thumbs brushing over your nipples.
“so perfect.” he murmured, leaning down to take one into his mouth. his tongue swirled around the bud, his teeth nipping lightly. you cried out, your hips rolling against his erection. “jiung, please-“
“shh.” he hushed gently, laying you back against the pillows. “i’ve got you.”
he kissed his way down your stomach, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your sweats and pulling them down slowly. his eyes met yours as he settled between your legs. he ran his finger thru your slick folds. “so wet for me, already baby.”
“jiung don’t tease.” you pouted.
“i’m not going to baby, just be patient.” he then attached his mouth to your clit sucking on it as he inserted a finger into you.
he added a second finger, stretching you just right as his tongue flicked against your clit in a rhythm that made your hips buck.
his free hand pressed down on your lower stomach, holding you in place as he worked you closer to the edge.
your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently as you moaned his name. “baby please... don't stop.”
he hummed against you the vibration sending waves of pleasure through your body. his fingers curled inside you hitting that spot that made you see stars. “cum for me baby.” he murmured against your skin before sucking your clit harder.
“f-fuck i’m cumming!” you whimpered as you felt that knot in your stomach snap as you felt yoursef orgasming all over his fingers.
“that’s it baby.” jiung cooed as he fucked his fingers into you some more helping you come down from your high.
he then slowly pulled them out putting them in his mouth sucking them clean. “always so sweet.” he leaned down kissing you quickly.
he stood up beside the bed stripping out of his clothes. his cock sprung free from his sweats hitting his stomach before he crawled onto the bed between your legs.
he grabbed his cock rubbing it between your wet folds teasing you as he stuck just the tip in.
he finally pushes into you without any warning. his lips crash against yours the exact moment he bottoms out, swallowing the sharp gasp that escapes your throat.
the kiss was all tongue and teeth, claiming your mouth as his cock claims your pussy. the feeling of the overwhelming fullness makes you dizzy.
he pulls away from the kiss as he burried his head into the corner of your neck as his hands grabbed your waist as he thrusted into you at a slow yet brutal pace.
he left soft kisses all over your neck and whispered sweet nothings into your ear. “see how much better it feels to relax from your work sometimes?”
“it does.” you moaned softly as you grabbed his face kissing him.
he met your kiss with a soft groan smiling before pulling away. “that’s my girl. letting me take care of you. you carry so much stress in your shoulders, in your pretty little head. just let it all go right here, yeah? just focus on how good i'm making you feel.”
his hands slid from your waist to your ass. gripping it gently and using it as leverage to change his angle hitting that spot inside you that made your toes curl. a sharp cry escaped your lips. “shhh. i know, i know.” he soothed, leaning down to press his lips to your temple.
“you're so beautiful when you're falling apart for me. so beautiful all the time, but like this? you're breathtaking.”his words made you feel all warm inside and made you want to cry . "i could stay buried inside you forever. you were made just for me, angel.”
he made you wanna cry so bad. he was so sweet to you. he always made you feel so loved and so cared about. with or without sex, he is always making it known about how pretty you are and how much he loves you.
you couldn’t say anything without crying so all you were able to choke out is. “i love you,ji”
“i love you too pretty girl.” he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.
by now he had you so close to your second orgasm just by his words you were about to snap at any given moment. “i’m gonna cum!” you wrapped your legs around his waist.
“i’m so fucking close. cum with me. let me feel you. please, baby, cum all over my cock.” he moaned out as he was pounding into you hitting that spot that made your eyes roll back.
“c-cumming!” your walls clamped down on him as you came all around his cock.
"fuck!" he groaned, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deeper inside of you his own release mixing with yours as he painted your walls white.
“you okay baby?” he asked as he carefully pulled out of you.
“m’ okay just really sleepy.” you giggled.
he laid down beside you and pulled you into his arms for a second. “im gonna run us a bath and then we cuddle for the rest of the night how does that sound?” he asked.
“but my work ji. i need to finish it.” you pouted.
he chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “it can wait for one night, baby. you need to relax after today.”
he gently untangled himself from you getting up and putting on a pair of his sweatpants before heading to the bathroom.
he fixed you up some bath water with some bubbles and he came back to get you. he saw you dozed off slightly and chuckled at you. “so cute.” he smiled to himself.
“come on sleepy girl. gonna get you all cleaned up.” he cooed as he picked you up from the bed carrying you to the bathroom.
he placed you into the tub carefully. you sighed in contentment as he knelt beside the tub washing your back and hair gently. he helped you wash the rest of your body.
after he finished washing you he grabbed a soft towel and helped you get out of the tub.
he wrapped you in a fluffy towel, drying you off completely before leading you back to the bedroom.
he pulled out one of his soft hoodies and a pair of your underwear, helping you dress with the same tender care he'd shown all night.
“there we go.” he said, kissing your nose. “now into bed, princess. we've got cuddling to do.”
and with that the two of you got into bed for the night and cuddled as you drifted off to sleep.
literally screaming thinking about chan cumming in his pants just from making out and some hickies 😵💫😵💫
ALSJSJDHDH he prides himself on having a decent amount of restraint, but maybe you’ve been dating for a while and it’s your first time together and he just gets so worked up he doesn’t know what comes over him… you’re palming him over his sweats and kissing his neck and he’s trying his hardest not to lose it. his face is all scrunched up, his jaw clenched tight and he’s trying to make you feel good too, dipping his hand beneath the waistband of your shorts to tease you over your panties.
but he’s struggling. your shorts aren’t made of the most flexible material and the buttons are making it hard to fit his hand down the front of them.
he pulls his hand back and fumbles with the buttons as the familiar sensation builds in his stomach.
“b-baby, i can’t,” he whimpers “you’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.”
“but don’t you want that?” you whisper back, lips still pressed to his neck. he can feel you smirking against him and it’s driving him crazy. “i bet it’d feel so good…”
“w-wanna cum inside you,” he protests, finally getting your pants undone. but when he drags his fingers over your panties and realizes you’ve soaked through them it’s game over for him.
chan still fights it all the way through, even though he knows it’s too late.
“fuck, ‘m cumming.”
you help him ride it out, licking your lips as you watch a wet patch appear on the front of his gray sweats, and you can’t help but wonder what he tastes like. his hips stutter and he whimpers through it, burying his face in your shoulder as his whole body trembles.
“i’m so sorry,” he groans. his face is tinged red with embarrassment and he can’t meet your eyes. “this never happens to me, i swear.”
“no, i’m sorry,” you counter, only to be met with a look of confusion from your boyfriend. “i played dirty… i couldn’t help myself, i wanted to see you cum your pants. it was… really hot.”
he takes a moment to process your admission before hauling you onto his lap without warning. he ignores your yelp of surprise and instead shifts so that you’re underneath him on the couch.
“you played dirty, huh? guess it’s my turn, brat.”
i cant stop thinking about wonwoo’s op. 1 teaser it’s giving so much sub! vibes mmmgmdm i can imagine him absolutely losing it and being all whiny if i were to kiss his thighs
god no but i agree so much?? i feel like he has extremely sensitive thighs and if you even just lightly scratched your nails along them, he'd be shivering and whining.
he would want you to stop, but at the same time he doesn't want you to and he can feel himself slipping further into a submissive headspace. he would whine and moan out and try to squirm away but you force his hips to stay still.
when you go to leave marks on the soft skin of his thighs, he would be squirming like you would not believe!! the skin is so sensitive and you can see how hard he's gotten when you haven't even touched him.
his cock is hard and leaking, and you could swear he's on the verge of an orgasm. just when you think he can't take anymore, he whines and cums untouched, white ropes covering his shirt and he gives you the most innocent look he can muster up
whatever you do you should not imagine riwoo making this face and begging for your strap. and you should definitely not imagine him looking up at you while he sucks the tip. and under no circumstances should you imagine his eyes watering as he struggles to take it all. (who the hell would want that oh my goddddd)
Summary: Lee Chan apparently purrs like a cat and you are obsessed. Meoww
Pairings: Lee Chan x fem!reader
Word count: 4k
Tags/warnings: friends to lovers, body worship, swearing, use of pet names, protected sex (wrap the willy, don’t be silly), auralism (voice kink, in this case is more like about the sounds Chan makes), groper!Dino, he is obsessed with you, your body, mutual pining, exploring obsessively each other’s bodies, there’s also a bit of fluff
Commentary: take Keshi’s music away from me. This is absolutely NOT a self insert after I have heard this motherfucker fucking purr. That’s my new cocomelon istg. It’s so fcuking embarrassing, somebody cure me i am infected with severe Dinonaraism
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Chan hums a lot, when he mindlessly sings a tune, when in deep thought (rarely happens), or simply when he’s bored. What you discovered late, very late, is that Chan purrs. And he purrs a lot. It’s a low, guttural and hollow sound, which engraved itself so deep in your mind that traitorously replays itself in your mind at any given moment, sending your brain in a temporary trance. It’s embarrassing, how a simple sound has your brain in a chokehold, and yet, no matter how mortifying it may be, you find yourself craving it.
It’s not a first that Chan does something which makes you hyper fixate on him, there was this one time you attended one of his dance practices and left the building with your life completely changed, never skipping on his invitations ever again. Or that time when you noticed him puffing out his cheeks out of nowhere, a mindless reflex that triggered easily your cuteness aggression, or how he tends to flex and stretch his hands, spreading his fingers wide, the muscles and tendons dancing under the skin of his forearms, not to mention the unhealthy obsession you developed for his hands - but this better be left in the far corner of your mind, a monster you are definitely not ready or strong enough to fight off, not when the list of things you find attractive about him keeps getting longer. Oh, and let’s not even remotely open the cursed drawer labeled ‘MUSCLES’.
You have found him extremely attractive from the very first time you met him, sharp features and warm, gentle eyes, attentive and one of the most active listeners you had the pleasure to yap to, never boring him enough to deter him from the conversation. Your friendship developed slowly, but steadily, up to the point of making him comfortable enough to open up and show his true colours. His absolutely idiotic humour, how his eyes sparkle when he finds something intriguing, curiosity always present behind those dark brown irises. He has become a subject who captures your attention as easily as breathing.
Tonight is no better, as you sit crosslegged with him on his couch, browsing for a movie or series while he is busying himself with threatening Vernon and Seungkwan as they attempt to make microwave popcorn. This lasts a few breaths before Chan rushes to the kitchen as complete silence envelops his apartment.
You let out a breath you unconsciously were holding, shaking your head back to your senses. Vernon plops without much care on the couch on your right, making you bounce and tilt on his side. He exhales a laugh, “Man, making popcorn is effing difficult.”
“Dude, i hope you are joking, how the hell did you manage to fuck up POPCORN?”
Vernon shrugs and smiles, “At least I gave you a chance to start breathing again, you’re holding out pretty well tonight,” you glare at him at the mockery, “I swear you looked a bit less like a pufferfish than last time at the café.” He finishes as he puffs his cheeks.
You shove him, earning a laugh, “I am not that down bad come onnn.” You whine.
“No no, of course not, you just get a ‘404 ERROR’ plastered on your forehead whenever he is too close to you. Absolutely in control, that you are.” You groan at how obvious you look to everyone else around you, luckily Chan is the only one who is unable to pick up the state of misery he puts you in. Your head is thrown back and your eyes are closed, and you almost jump out of your skin when you feel a hand on your cheek.
“Are you sleepy? Do you want me to get you home?” Chans voice fills your ears and you miss the snarky face Vernon pulls before getting one of the popcorn bowls out of Seungkwan’s hands and placing it in your lap.
“N-no, Channie thank you, I am not sleepy, perfectly okay and very excited for…a rewatch of the Pirates of the Caribbean!”
“Oh hell no, give me that.” Vernon snatches the remote from your hand and starts browsing Netflix in search for something else to watch.
When all four of you sit on the couch it quickly gets cramped, and you find yourself pressed on Chan, Vernon not helping at all when he makes room for Seugkwan to sit as he wants.
“Wait, let me…” Chan picks your legs in his warm, big and strong hands by the knees, spinning you to the side and pulling you closer to him, resting the back of your thighs on his lap. You are frozen in place, holding on that bowl of popcorn like your life depends on it. Vernon fails to stifle a snort, Seungkwan cocks an eyebrow at him and elbows him to the side.
“It’s comfier now isn’t it?” Chan says wit a smile, melting your brain in a bigger puddle. Vernon starts to pity you at some point.
As much as Chan can make you nervous when you are overthinking it, your brain has already labeled him as a safe place, so you start to get relaxed instinctively, eyes slowly closing halfway trough the movie and your head resting on his shoulder. Vernon and Seungkwan smirk at the sight, Chan only tightens his hold. When you stir a little, Chan helps you to move up higher in his lap, having you sitting sideways between his legs. Vernon makes a stank face at him, approving, Seugkwan rolls his eyes and mouths an ‘unbelievable’. Chan grins proud.
Oh, you thought he wasn’t playing the game? A big thanks has to go to Vernon that outed you when you exasperated him for a whole day about Chan. He may be dumb, sometimes, but the man has eyes, and even better than that, a mutual crush. He screamed in the pillow that night, ready for confessing the day after. But as soon as he saw how you stiffened when he was near, he decided it was better for him to take it slow, to circle around you for the best time to pounce. Thank god that Lee Chan is a patient man.
Tonight was his night, he thought to himself, and when he felt your warm breath against his neck, he swore he was in heaven. “Y/N, are you getting sleepy? Hmm?” There he goes, humming again.
“A bit, but I am listening, still following the movie…” you mumble in his skin, sending shivers down his spine as he bites his lip to suppress a smile.
The ‘traitors’, that will be their nicknames in a few hours, left without making a sound, Chan thanking them verbally multiple times and also promising a payed meal. You are breathing softly, still in his hold. The room is illuminated with another movie, on autoplay. His eyes are closed, savouring the moment, the feeling of your weight on him, every part of your bodies that’s touching scorching hot. You nuzzle closer in his neck, taking a deep breath and inhaling his scent, a small sound of approval coming from your throat. Chan is torn between waking you up and doting on you, to bring you back to consciousness and confess his love, or keep you asleep, and bask in your warmth, perfume and softness. His hand flexes on your waist and gets a taste of your flesh.
He curses under his breath. Intoxicating.
You make every nerve in his body spark like live-wire, the softness of your skin sending a tingle through his palms, and he can’t get enough. He squeezes you softly again, exhaling a heavy breath, heart thumping in his chest. He keeps feeling you up, trying to keep it as innocent as possible, clowning himself as he feels tension building up between his legs.
He manages to steal some more gropes before you start stirring awake. “Good morning, did you have a nice nap?” Chan manages to hide his nervousness, fearing he got caught. His eyes soften when you blink a few times to focus on his face, mere inches apart, Chan feels your breath on his face. He inhales, and then he does it, low and warm.
When you hear the purr your brain flashes awake. You are so close to him you might feel the vibrations against your face. “Fuck, Chan do it again.”
“Do what?”
“The purr.”
“Purr? I am not a cat, Y/N what are you-”
You nuzzle in his neck, to hide in embarrassment, but as Chan feels you against his neck he gasps and hums to suppress a groan, purring again.
“Chan do you fucking hear yourself,” you whisper scream against his neck, “can you hear the sounds you are making?”
You lift your head and look at him, shyness bashed back in a far place in your head, too focused on him. You see, touch, breath Chan. And the man is no better, eyes two black pools in the small slits of his eyelids, half closed because the feeling of you this close and what he hopes is you being turned on is making his head spin and so, so damn hard to keep his eyes open. He does not want to close them, refusing to accept that this is another wet dream on his couch when he is too tired to even reach his bed. He doesn’t want to miss a molecule of this moment, to let it escape from his starving eyes.
He makes the mistake of looking down to your lips, slightly parted, and he feels your warm breath against his own again. “I want to kiss you so bad…” he whispers, not sure if it made it out of his head. When your eyes get wide he confirms that it did, and he is terrified he scared you off. “Nononono, no wait, Y/N-”
“What wha- what did you, what?” ERROR 040
Chan groans frustrated, at himself, because he made the mistake of losing control, twice in the same evening. When he reopens his eyes he is met with that same intense and pleading gaze he was staring into mere seconds ago. He is relieved, and amazed how much his sounds affect you. He takes a deep breath, taking your hands in his. He is not going to half ass this, he is going to pour his heart to you, that he has been crushing on you since the second group outing. He is going to ask you out and make you his girlfriend. Hell yeah, yes.
He takes a deep breath, “Y/N, look, I have feelings for you, quite for a long time now and, I really hope you do feel- Oomph-”
He purrs again, a groan muffled with your own lips, your mouth eating everything up. His hand are finally on your waist again, and he squeezes you so hard it could hurt, trying to keep himself anchored on the ground. But then you moan against his lips.
Chan has to detach from you before he eats you alive, panting and squeezing his eyes to regain a bit of focus in them. He looks at you, regrets it instantly as soon as he realises that you are turned on, hungry and this is all his doing.
“Y/N,” he swallows hard, “you are making it really hard for me to control myself, please, please let me talk- oh fuuuck”
You response to his pleading is licking up his throat an nibbling it, kisses trailing up behind his ear as his eyes roll back. Your hands are feeling up his arms and you are already moving your legs on either side of his lap and sitting on it. Chan is in heaven, hell and purgatory, all at the same time.
He pulls you in a kiss, and lets go of any restraint he was holding on to. His lips are soft and warm against yours, chapped a bit on the lower lip, a small slit letting you taste him raw. He has one hand firm on your waist, while the other migrated behind your nape, angling you to his liking. Your hands are restless, feeling him up anywhere within your reach, you’d be groping his ass too if he wasn’t sitting. Chan chuckles at the feeling of your hands on him, “Can’t get enough, baby?” He whispers against your lips between kisses.
“No, never enough, i wanted to feel you this close for so long.”
Chan closes his eyes and lays his head on the couch, cursing under his breath, again, both of his hands low on your hips, spreading and closing. “You are going to kill me.”
You giggle, kissing his throat, earning that delicious purr once again. Once you reach his lips, instead of kissing you lick across his bottom lip, diving in once he parts them for you. The make out is slow, every swipe of your tongues stickier than the one before, every breath heavier.
Chan tries to keep the pace steady, to not rush or push you past your comfort zone, but your tongues glide one against the other in his mouth and your fingers are in his hair, tugging lightly at it, caressing his nape and it’s all making his heart beat louder, blood pumping fast and making his nerve ends tingle. Then you grind down on his crotch, making yourself and the poor man under you moan in each other’s mouths. Lee Chan is officially brain dead, only a horny mess is left of him.
He grabs your hips and leads them at a pace and angle that is making you see stars, him wearing sweats lets you feel his hard-on clearly, each pull pushing the head of his clothed cock against your clit. You lift your face from his to look at him: there are small droplets of sweat on his forehead, his eye dark and are reflecting the clouded state of his mind, his mouth is open, heavy pants and low grunts making past it.
You lift a hand and trace his lips with your fingers, making his pace falter, your touch being distracting enough to make him lose focus from the wet heat on his crotch. He grips your hips tighter, chances of having them bruised becoming exponentially higher. Your fingers keep teasing his lips, pushing past them, Chan being too far gone to even question your doing, letting you push the pad of your thumb on his tongue, prying his mouth to open wider. He obliges, a purr of approval rising from his throat. You swipe your finger to the side, getting it caught on his lower canine, your face inching closer, closing the distance with a lick of his upper dental arch and locking his lips with yours. Chan sighs and a small, shy whimper betrays him.
You release your lips from his with a chuckle after hearing the sound, smiling wider when you see his bewildered expression.
“Wha-what the fuck was that?!”
“A kiss?” You say with a laugh.
“That was not a kiss, oh my god i almost came in my pants.”
You bite your lip and stare into his eyes as you grind on his aching cock, making him moan. “You could cum in me?”
“Oh fuck, no, don’t.” You can feel him shake as he exhales controlled.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t tease me, don’t test my patience, ‘cause tonight i don’t have any.”
“Then don’t hold back.” You place one hand on his shoulder and the other on his knee, increasing the pace of your hips. Chan curses, again, and grips your hips to try to stop you, failing miserably because it feels too good to make it stop.
He stands up abruptly, causing you to yelp and grasp him by the shoulders, holding on for dear life even if he has you secured, holding you by the back of your thighs. He turns and plops you down on the couch, sliding off to his knees on the ground between your legs. Before you process what he is doing, his mouth is back on yours, licking in and nibbling on your lower lip.
His hands are restless, caressing and feeling your soft curves and dips, not a millimetre left untouched. And at every touch he gets bolder, gripping you stronger, until he is shamelessly groping you. You are a gasping and panting mess, he is so invested in your body that he almost overwhelms you, not used to him taking what he wants from you, being this demanding. “Ch-aahn, Chan, oh my god- hah, w-wait! Oh my, oh, oh-”
Chan is kissing your neck, sucking bruises and licking them after to soothe the sting. When his hands finally reach your chest, he groans, a low and long sound that reverberates trough you, making you gasp. When you look up at him, Chan is staring at his hands groping your tits, huffing through his nose. You barely catch the small thrust of his hips, the tent so obvious that it would have made Chan embarrassed beyond his imagination. But he has you under him, hot and panting, legs spread open and making the sweetest sounds his ears have ever heard. Embarrassment in not contemplated in his mind tonight.
“I want to eat you out,” he croaks out, voice barely his, arousal coating it, “please, please let me taste you baby, please.” He sounds pathetic, but the thought does not last long, the whimper you emit swipes his mind clear of any thought except you. He takes a deep breath , “Y/N, baby, can I?” You nod weakly, “Can you use your pretty voice for me?” He says with a smile, and only know you see your Channie again, his cheeks red and eyes gentle. And you are in love. Over and over again.
“Y-es, yes Chan-nie, you can. Please, do it.” Chan exhales a deep breath and a series of muttered ‘thank you’s, before his hands grab you under your ass an pull you to the edge of the sofa, making you yelp again in surprise, followed by a laugh when Chan mutters a series of excuses against the skin of your belly between kisses, as he works on the string of your sweatpants.
Chan kisses every silver of skin he exposes as he undresses you, his hands following his lips to feel the meat of your thighs, your calves, until your panties are the only barrier separating him from your core. When he sees the wet patch adorning your panties, Chan feels his mouth salivate. He swallows his saliva and slowly pulls your panties off, inhaling a deep breath at the sight of the translucent string of your slick sticking from your core to your panties. He starts his path by kissing the arch of your foot, up to your calf, on the inside of your thigh, and finishes it with a lick of your core, tongue flat from you hole up to your clit, and the pervert purrs again when your taste hits his tongue.
You gasp and writhe in his hold, his hands keeping your hips on the sofa as he licks and sucks, making out with your folds. He is in his own world, while you are fighting fore your life to keep breathing properly. When he inserts the first finger to test the waters, you let out another moan that spurs him on, working you open and wet for him. Your moans fill his ears along with the squelch between your legs, his mouth is full of you and so are his eyes, as he first looks how well your pussy swallows his fingers, then at your face, dusted with red, your eyes with tears in the corners, your pretty lips, swollen from his kisses, are parted to let your sounds bless his ears.
“Hey, you okay?” He smiles as he kisses your core, bringing his mouth to work with his fingers, curling in you, increasing the pace, determined to pull at least an orgasm of you before even thinking of freeing himself from his pants. You gasp and moan louder, but you don’t answer, so Chan nibbles your inner thigh, making you yelp and glare at him. “Are you doing okay baby? Answer me, I need to know if I am doing a good job.” You groan as he smiles, “Come on, give me what I want.”
You huff and weakly reply, whining, “Y-you know you are good, ffuck, Channie you are licking me so good-” you moan out, and Chan doubles his efforts, until your words make no more sense and his fingers get squeezed by your walls, a fresh wave of sticky release coating them. He helps you ride it out, pumping his fingers in and out, until your eyes refocus on him when he rises up to your face.
Before another cheeky remark makes it past his lips, you pull him down and kiss him hard, missing his lips on yours. Your hands pull at his shirt, stripping him of it as he laughs, even more as you fight with his pants and underwear. You kiss him again to shut him up, smiling to yourself when he moans in your mouth as you start stroking him. “If you keep that up i’m going to cum, baby, please, wait, wait-” his words get interrupted by a loud moan as you glide his tip between your folds. He cursed under his breath, and lets you tease him some more, before grabbing your hand. You look up at him with worry in your eyes. “Not without a condom baby, at least not until I get tested.” He kisses your forehead as he fetches for his sweatpants.
You cock an eyebrow at him, “You were ready, Lee Jung Chan.” He smiles and kisses your scowl.
“I was ambitious, yes, but I did not have this as a goal for tonight,” he wraps himself with the condom, stroking his dick to secure it on, “I wanted to make sure you like me too, confess and kiss you to sleep. But someone pounced on me, and I was so fucking impatient to make you feel good, that i couldn’t wait anymore.” And with that, he slides inside you, stretching you out and pushing against your walls, knocking the air out of your lungs. His eyes are screwed shut, when his hips are pressed flush to your ass he fucking purrs and exhales, “Fuck I’m gonna come.” You laugh, breathless, making him groan “Baby, nno don’t laugh-”
“Channie, please, move.”
The man swears under his breath and withdraws his hips from you, only to slam back in. The moans you let out make his head spin as he keeps fucking into you, his pace lazily increasing, savouring the feeling of your warmth with every stroke. Chan keeps groping you, your tits, your thighs, even your belly is not spared.
His hips roll each time he bottoms out, making his tip reach deep, massaging you from the inside. ‘Thank god he is a dancer’ you keep repeating to yourself, words expressed verbally not being contemplated as he does everything in his power to make your brain turn to putty. He is stripped off every piece of clothing except for his silver necklace, which is dangling in front of your face, in synch with his thrusts. When he changes the angle it gets lower, mere centimetres from you. So you extend your neck, and catch the silver in your mouth, tugging him down on you.
He is scorching hot and sweaty against your skin, breathing heavy as his pace never falters. You rack your nails down his back reaching his ass, giving it a squeeze. He yelps as you laugh, releasing his necklace from your mouth. He straightens upright and slaps your ass playfully, grinning when you gasp, resuming his ministrations.
He is panting and groaning, and when he hits a particular angle that makes you gasp and clench he purrs and moans, never missing it again. He tries to be as lucid as possible, but you are so warm, so soft, so wet, he keeps losing himself and his sanity with him. At some point he is picking up his pace, the pleasure too tempting not to chase. You claw at his arms and pecs, the change of rhythm taking you by surprise as he is inevitably taking you under with him. His hands are gripping your waits, pulling you against him with every stroke, but apparently he does not feel very pleased with it, because they soon let go and migrate to your belly.
What he does next is straight up diabolical: he adjusts himself, rising higher on his knees, and the little shit presses down on your lower belly. He purrs as you scream with no more air in your lungs, “Fuck, fuck yes, can you feel me? Fuck I can feel my dick under my hands, you feel so fucking good baby fuck!” He is panting as he blabbers horny nonsense.
“C-han imgonnacum- ah oh god-”
Chan doesn’t have the time to react before you clench and spasm under him, knocking his breath out of his lungs. He keep on going, breathlessly chasing his high, for a moment focusing on himself. It doesn’t take long for him to finish, with a long satisfied groan.
He comes to his senses, and lowers himself on you, peppering kisses everywhere his mouth ca reach, helping you come back to him. “Hey,” he smiles between the kisses on your neck, “are you alright?”
You take a deep breath, “I think alright is an understatement.” Bot of you chuckle, staring at each other before locking in a kiss.
“We need to clean up.” He murmurs between kisses.
“Yes, we do.” But no one makes an effort to let go.
Only when you start to feel icky and Chan takes himself out of you to throw the condom in the corner you two start to move, at least that’s what you thought.
“Channie?”
“Mmh?”
“I think can’t stand up?”
Chan looks at you stunned, before sporting the biggest, most shit eating grin he ever had on his face. He approaches you on the couch and picks you up (with a bit of effort bc he was a pudding too after that sex) and takes you both to the bathroom. You smacked his shoulder when his grin was still showing as he was helping you stay upright in the shower, buttering you up you with kisses. He is blowing your hair dry when he asks you if you would like to go on a date with him.
“Of course I want to go on a date with you, are you not my boyfriend now?”
He grins even wither than before, and you have to smack him again, only to be drowned in kisses.
holy shit i'm cumming so fucking hard. oh my god i'm creaming oh fuck he's so sexy and submissive and adorable and GODDD that damn smirk that daamnnnn smirk FUCCKKKKKK
Jaehyun photo so powerful it brought me back from the dead
what i love about this movie is that suzuki was like "im going to undress and you'll touch my hips entirely for the sole purpose of you knowing how i move 👀" and sugiki was immediately "well dont mind if i do"
