tags: fem bodied reader, college au, making out, dry humping, PWP, drabble, not beta read
warnings: none
summary: jooyeon is your lab partner with a kind, friendly personality, and you also happen to find him extremely attractive.
a/n: im baaack🤍 pls enjoy this cuz I have been HAUNTED by those recent fansign pictures where he's wearing that grey zip up hoodie and glasses...#needthat
♡ nsfw under the cut. MDNI.
your laptop, having been left neglected on the coffee table for a few minutes too long, shows nothing but a black screen.
you have your arms dangled over jooyeon's shoulders as you straddle him, feeling the folds of his jeans press tenderly into your core. the fabric of your underwear provided very little coverage, and every subtle move and shift of his hips from beneath you sent a tingle up your spine as he readjusts his position on the floor. studying criss-cross wasn't uncommon for you, but this is the first time it's lead to something like this.
jooyeon moans softly into your mouth, lost in the plushness of your lips and the taste your flavored chapstick. you feel his hands come up to caress your thighs and it tickles a little when his palms meet your hips—so much bare skin for one little study session. you wonder if your choice of miniskirt was obvious enough that he caught onto your plan.
the little noises he makes only spurs you on. of course you always thought your lab partner was cute, his friendly personality made everyone think highly of him quite quickly. he was bright eyed and always looked away when you looked at him with a flustered bite of his lip. the type of wholesome personality that left you feeling curious about his other sides. you feel lucky you were randomly selected as partners, because that meant you had a chance to see them.
you start to grind your hips into his, rolling through the friction and feeling the warmth blossom between your legs. this elicits a soft groan from your lips and you feel his mouth twitch a little at the noise. needing to brace yourself, you bring your hands to roam freely at his chest and grasp at the fabric of his shirt. he gets a bit bolder with his hands by squeezing your ass as you melt into the rhythm. your hips grace your core with an unbearable slowness—but you wanted to enjoy this as long as you could.
his body feels hot, his breathing getting heavier the longer you tease him. you wonder if he's finally hitting his limit, but you don't get the chance to change the pace before he pulls away from your mouth and leaves wet kisses trailing down your neck. you don't know if he's inexperienced or just too needy to care, but the way his teeth slightly graze your skin with every kiss makes you shiver. the way he kisses your body is just plain hungry. he's sloppy and impatient and you can't believe your nerdy, shy classmate has this much lust pent up in him.
ignoring your little noise of disappointment at how cold your lips feel now, he pushes your shirt up. its the type of stretchy fabric that stays up over your chest when he all but yanks it off you. its funny how you're suddenly so much more aware of the size of the bulge in his pants in this short downtime. he shifts his weight so he's sitting up a bit more and brings you closer to him with no struggle at all, leaving just the perfect amount of space for him to look up at you. you feel cold even moreso now that he's taken no time to pull your bra down, revealing your breasts and continuing his barrage of kisses down your sternum.
"fuck," he grunts, breathless, but it doesn't seem like he's even talking to you with how he mutters lowly to himself, "who even wears this shit to study?" you giggle a little because you know he's referring to the scandalously lacy matching set you put on just for this day. just because you were confident this would work out. "will your roommate—" his lips barely ever leave your bare skin, being almost reluctant to part, his words slurring, "mm-is she going to be back soon?" all you can here is the indecent sound of his lips sucking at your skin, wet from saliva and sweat.
and when you don't say anything except snicker a little, his voice feels weak as he seems to come to a realization, the gentle tone of his voice darkening into something heavy with lust, "or was this part of your plan, too?"
he has his answer as soon as you rock your hips over his bulge once more, hitting a particularly sensitive spot. he can't help but moan, and you watch his eyebrow furrow as he grumbles, frustrated with how coy you've been and how he played right into your palm. but, there's not a single trace of regret in the way he only grasps harder and more desperately at your body, clawing into your skin like he'll never get the chance to taste you again.
you barely have a moment to breathe because as soon as the question leaves his lips, his mouth is suddenly at your breast, feeling his tongue gently flick at your nipple. with the speed in which he continued … you figure he never really cared about the answer in the first place.
your boobs have never been super sensitive, but there's something about the way his mouth leaves your skin hot that feels incredible. your breath hitches. "shit, jooyeon," you groan, "you're good at this.
"did you think this was my first time?" he chuckles at you, amused at your expectations of him. you feel his smile against your chest, it sends butterflies to your stomach when you look down at the blissed out grin on his face and his dimples. his hair is disheveled and tickles your body, and reveals the sheer redness of his ears. … cute.
"mm—maybe a little," you grin. he can probably hear your smile in your voice, short of breath as his tongue explores your bare skin, "or maybe it's beginners luck?"
"it's not," he grins and nips at your skin, eliciting a small yelp from your lips, "i'll prove it." you meet his gaze and see his face flushed in an indecent shade of red. his eyes are glistening with a deep vigor, almost like he's challenging you with his proposition. he should know by now you were willing to see this through since he stepped foot in your dorm.
... it seems your project will have to wait a little longer.
☆ halloween treat in the form of a standalone fic as a part of my kinktober event !
⌗ priest!jungsu x fem!reader
genre: smut w/ plot, taboo ( 18+ ) » 12.7k words
synopsis: curiosity is a dangerous thing. it’s the first spark that ever lit a fire. it’s what got eve in all kinds of trouble. it’s the reason why you and the young priest ever met, and keep meeting only for you to realise that the pull you feel has nothing to do with religion and everything to do with him
✎… DAY 29 / PRIEST KINK. slow burn, bold!reader, corruption kink, virgin!jungsu, unprotected sex, virginity loss, oral sex (f/m), praise kink, dacryphilia (they both cry), overstimulation, size kink, pet names, sexual fantasies and wet dreams, lots of dialogue | side characters: keeho (p1harmony) ; playlist: here
c.w ! blasphemy, bible verses, prayers, feelings of shame and guilt, mentions of cheating, loneliness and family issues | the reasons behind reader not believing in god are up to interpretation - can’t handle some of this content? don’t read it!
a.note ! special thank you to @chericherilvr for encouraging me to believe in my idea and to @alwayssizzlinggarden as known as my dear jungsu anon for being my beta reader till the end! this fic wouldn’t have happened without you ♡
One day you got worn down by your aunt’s endless praises of Father Kim Jungsu. Even your teenage cousins started nodding along and agreeing with her, saying he’s not like other priests.
So one Sunday you decided to tag along despite being skeptical of him - and Jesus Christ. You decided to slip inside the church out of curiosity; to see who’s the young man who has the entire town so fascinated.
One thing is for certain, you didn’t expect him to look like that… Warm, welcoming gaze, lips that moved patiently and intentionally, dark hair, stylishly done.
There was something quietly commanding about him. He had a powerful presence in the most modest, humble way, filling the room without demanding for attention. Yet, everyone around you was spellbound, clinging onto his words as candlelight shimmered across the church, giving him an almost magical glow.
Truthfully, it pissed you off.
Instead of going home feeling your curiosity met, your questions - answered, you walked out with a knot of irritation twisting in your chest. A sense of injustice almost.
It just didn’t feel fair. He wasn’t supposed to look like that - like the kind of man you’d spot at a party and want to lock lips with… like a face you’d see on a movie poster and imagine what the rest of his body looks like, naked.
Priests were supposed to be old and cold. Detached from the outside world. They have already lived a life and carry way more wisdom, after all. But he wasn’t old nor detached. He wasn’t safe. Surely not from your imagination and greed.
Against every bit of logic, you kept coming back.
You didn’t always understand what he preached and honestly you didn’t try to. What drew you wasn’t his theology, it was him. The way he spoke with such conviction. He was so devoted, it made you wonder if you were capable of devoting yourself and your entire existence to something… anything, really. It sounds kind of limiting and suffocating.
If you ever surrender like that, it wouldn’t be to a god you couldn’t see. It would be someone you can feel with your hands… whose heartbeat you can hear when you lay on his chest.
─── ♱
Next Sunday you stay unti the final blessing.
The congregation stands up, murmuring Amen in unison. Everyone moves slowly down the aisle for communion meanwhile you just wait, pretending indifference as mixture of rustling clothes and whispered prayers fill the air. One by one, they all approach him with open palms, and he greets each of them with the same gentle authority.
The Body of Christ. Amen. The Body of Christ. Amen.
You try not to stare at him as he stands at the front, chalice in one hand,, but you do - every gesture of his looks so calm yet as if it carries weight, it’s captivating. Tempting. Especially as the sunlight creeping in catches the edges of his black hair like a halo, making him seem ethereal and untouchable.
As the line thins, something pulls you forward. You wonder what it would be like to have him look at you that way too.
Your heartbeat quickens as you step closer to the altar, people nod and cross themselves in front of you.
And then, you’re standing before him. He looks up from the ciborium and your eyes meet; his are unreadable yet definitely not indifferent. Yours - restless and jittery. Suddenly the space feels unnaturally quiet… so quiet that you can hear the thud of your own heart, loud and insistent, like you’ve just been caught doing something you shouldn’t - at the wrong place and time - and now, it’s signaling you to run.
And maybe you have been caught red handed. You don’t stand here with any pure intentions.
“The Body of Christ.” He says steady. Automatic.
“Amen,” you whisper.
His hand moves forward, gaze landing on your mouth.
For a second you catch hesitation flashing in his eyes, but all you can do is stand still - you’re unsure what is expected of you to do or how to do it right. Somehow, your lips part anyway and he places the wafer on your tongue, not leaving you out of sight.
The gesture is nothing more than a ritual, but your breath catches like it holds a hidden meaning; your train of thought suddenly stutters as your mind tries to make sense of it… of why his hand movements make your skin hotter like they’re practicing magic.
The wafer dissolves almost instantly and you slowly open your eyes.
“May God bless you.” He says softly.
You step back, crossing yourself and walk away, lightheaded. The faint dryness that the wafer left on your tongue lingers weirdly, but you don’t hate it. There’s something hot rising inside you, distracting you from everything else - something that has no place there.
Not after you just went to church.
─── ♱
One Sunday, when mass ends, you decide to stay for a few minutes, just until the aisle clears, you tell yourself. The crowd spills toward the doors in a tide of polite chatter, your aunt among them, with the kind of smile she wears only on Sundays - when she believes the world is a little softer and more forgiving. She doesn’t even notice you’ve stayed behind. None of them do.
With crossed arms in front of your chest, you remain by the stained glass windows, like there’s something about the colors that has you too intrigued to leave just yet. You pin your eyes on the view, the light spilling across your skin in shades of gold and red, but truthfully you’re still chasing his voice.
You replay in your head the way he spoke earlier - confident, earnest, so alive… inspired, as though he built raw stories with hidden powers that could shift the world. But what you remember most isn’t the sermon, it’s the way he looked at people; like each face mattered. Including yours, and you don’t believe in anything.
“If you keep hanging around after mass,” the familiar voice calls out behind you, light yet enticing… uplifted by your presence, “I might think you’re converting and get excited.”
You turn to find him leaning back in one of the pews, perfectly at ease, with hands folded loosely as if this was the living room of his home and not a church heavy with candle smoke.
You let your eyes rest on him longer than you should. You think your expression is neutral, not sharpened by any emotions, but that’s far from the truth.
Father Jungsu knows what your aunt’s told him - that you don’t believe, that you sit through mass out of politeness, not faith. That you’re still “lost”, as if your doubts are a fever waiting for him to cure. She asked him directly once. “Please, guide her, Father. Make her listen,” she said, “you’re around the same age, after all. She’s going to trust you more than anyone else.”
He didn’t promise anything then, but he remembers her words. He tucked them away and kept you in mind each Sunday, not as a task or a project. He couldn’t stop noticing you anyway.
However, except disbelief, Jungsu recognizes something else in your eyes too. Curiosity? Restlessness? A quiet longing for something you haven’t named yet? Certainly, that’s not the gaze of someone who’s broken.
His lips curl slightly, but there’s no pity nor mockery behind the smile. He wonders what keeps pulling you back into a place you claim not to belong to. Maybe you don’t realise that you’re inching toward admitting your faults, or perhaps you’re simply demonstrating your provocation like a mischievous child.
“Why?” you finally break the silence. “My aunt and half the town already worship the ground you walk on.”
He tilts his head amused. “And what about you?”
The question lands lightly but his stare is so analysing, it holds you still.
“Worship isn’t something I’m interested in,” you reply at once; instead of matching his casual tone, your words come out defensive.
He chuckles, though - a reaction you did not expect. You’re taken aback by his laughter and how warm and unthreatening it sounds.
He shifts to the left, placing one palm beside him. “Sit.”
You blink at him, the weight of his command sinking in. As you settle next to him, suddenly you’re aware of his presence, his closeness… how magnetic it is despite the fact both of you are pretty much from two different worlds. Somehow, it makes you keep talking. It makes you want to push further.
“You just…” the thought slips out, “you don’t look like a priest at all.”
He laughs again, this time the easy sound makes your tummy tighten.
“Thank you.” He says, his eyes flickering discreetly as you adjust on the pew.
“That wasn’t a compliment,” you say flat.
“Honest…” Jungsu leans back, eyes still on you. “I like that.”
A brief pause comes between you and in that moment you realise that you can sense the faint scent of cedar coming from his body. Your neck warms up and you swallow thickly, forcing your eyes away from his collar.
Soon, he speaks, shifting your gaze back to him.
“But you should know… I worked hard to get here. The minimum age to become a priest is twenty-five years old. I was twenty-four when the bishop made an exception for me.”
“Oh…”
“I studied, I trained, I prayed… I made sure I was ready even if I was younger than the usual requirement.”
A faint spark of respect creeps in your chest despite yourself. “I didn’t expect all that,” you murmur.
“Well… it’s easy to underestimate someone because of physical appearance.”
Your lips curl a little bit as you shift to see him better. “So, let me get this straight… you’re younger than most priests, much younger… you’re better looking than all priests, and you’re wiser too?”
Jungsu rests an arm casually on the pew, speaking softer. “Wiser? That’s very generous.”
“Don’t pretend you heard half of what I just said,” you tease.
He suppresses a chuckle, then looks down at his lap. “As I said, I worked hard for it,” he says. “Discipline, study, prayer… and a lot of patience.”
You nod once, smirking with eyes upon his face. ”That’s all it takes to look like a movie star in a collar?”
The question makes him tilt in your direction and the air between you shifts. There’s a glint in his eyes as they hold yours, studying you in a way that makes your breathing slow.
The light mood of your teasing suddenly fades, replaced by something tense and heavy. His attention does that to you every time - when he catches your gaze across the pews, when he nods in greeting as he walks down the aisle… but this feels different now, dangerous. You hate that it scatters your thoughts, erasing every clever word you’ve ever known. You want to impress him, to show him that you’re sharp and confident.
“Looks alone don’t get you anywhere,” he says finally. His voice slips lower than usual, like it took him effort to push the words out.
He doesn’t wait for a response. Instead, he raises on his feet, emitting a small, short sigh.
“Why do you keep coming back?” He asks, narrowing his eyes at you.
You fake a shrug in order to hide the fact you were not prepared for such question. “Curiosity.”
Father Jungsu smiles faintly; it’s a kind of smile that reaches his mouth halfway. “Curiosity,” he repeats, perhaps taking the moment to gather his thoughts. “That’s a dangerous one. It’s… the first spark that lit a fire. It’s what got Eve in all sorts of trouble.”
“And Adam,” you add as yout stand up.
His grin stretches, delighted you’d spar with him. Then, he takes a step forward as his tone dips into that thoughtful almost musical cadence he creates when speaking about faith.
“Still, maybe it isn’t such a bad reason to return.”
For the first time your tone softens slightly cautious. “Do you think God would want people who question Him here?”
“Curiosity means you’re still searching. Don’t look at it like it’s an enemy of faith, but rather like… a doorway to it. After all, curiosity is also what brought Moses to the burning bush.”
You blink, caught off guard by the calm convinction in his voice. “I… don’t know what the burning bush is.”
His lips curve as though he half-expected that answer. “When Moses saw a bush on fire… but it wasn’t burning away. He went closer to see why and that’s when God first spoke to him.”
You nod slowly, obviously not touched by the story. But there’s something about the way he tells it - not preachy or superior. It stirs something uncomfortably warm in your chest. You glance away, back to the stained glass as light crawls across the floor, and you try to gather your thoughts.
Jungsu still watches you, you can feel it. It’s both comfort and intensity all at once.
“Maybe you haven’t found your burning bush yet,” he says carefully, “but that doesn’t mean you’re not welcome here.”
You turn to him, lips parting to say something, but his smile disarms you.
“Go in peace,” he says, then adds almost under his breath: “Even if peace isn’t what you’re looking for yet.”
─── ♱
Father Jungsu feels like a narcotic; one that enters your system slowly and quietly. With every encounter, it becomes harder to break the cycle that you never even considered to start. Now you can’t find a way out.
The thoughts of him linger, multiplying as Sundays draw closer. At night, you find yourself crying into your pillow, wishing he was like every other man you know - careless, cruel, easy to reach and even easier to forget. But he isn’t. He cares deeply; he looks at the world as if it still deserves kindness. When his eyes rest on you, they see you, they understand.
You can’t say the same for the few people around you.
You can’t help but wonder why. You can’t be the only one who believes there’s another unspoken reason for this connection. You can’t be the only one who senses there’s something else… something neither of you dares to name because naming it would break everything he’s built his faith upon, everything he’s fought to protect.
You can’t be imagining this all because you’re too caught up with your loneliness and desperation.
You know it’s love.
─── ♱
Your aunt is out of town for the weekend.
It’s Sunday and you have a text with an invitation to a party from one of your friends still unanswered on your phone; she tells you names of familiar people and popular boys who are going to be there, but you don’t care about any of them. You stare at it for a while before locking the screen.
Nobody would know if you skipped mass. But as the hour draws closer, you find yourself grabbing your coat and stepping out into the gray late morning. You tell yourself you’re only going because the church feels so suspended from the rest of the world, but that’s not the full truth.
You’re going for him.
It’s a strange feeling, but obsessive. During the week everything feels dull. The joy on your friends’ faces around you lately doesn’t settle on yours. Conversations don’t quite reach you and sometimes feel exhausting just like peoples’ laughter that echoes too loud in the cafes you go to.
But when you’re in his presence, something changes.
You stop feeling like an outline of your body and you feel… like you’re slowly coming back to life. You don’t feel entirely at peace or safe, but you feel awake. As if a drug slipped into your veins that reminds you that you can do anything… be something to someone.
It’s dizzying, the rush he brings you. Especially on days when it lingers for longer and you can’t help but touch yourself under the sheets of your bed to calm your mind that swirls with images of him.
Now, sliding into your usual seat near the back with his melodious voice threading through the air as he stands at the front, turning a page in the missal, your pulse revives.
The more you think about it the more you realise this rush, this need opening inside you, is also terrifying. However, maybe exactly that frightening thrill is exactly what keeps you coming back. Not faith. Just the forbidden adrenaline boost he gives you with a single look.
The forbidden want to love him and be loved by him.
After mass, when you rise, ready to head towards the doors, a hand lands on your shoulder.
You turn, startled.
“You! I didn’t know you go here!”
It takes you a second to recognise her - a girl from high school that you haven’t seen nor spoken to in years.
You nod silently, and she doesn’t even wait for you to say something. She starts talking, loud and too quickly. Her nosiness hasn’t changed nor her grin.
“I would’ve never guessed you’re religious,” she blurts, eyes flicking with intrigue. “When did this happen? What brough you here?”
Your mind blanks. You feel cornered, exposed. Like she’s trying to take something out of you without permission.
“Did something dramatic happen that suddenly made you find faith?” She laughs before catching herself. “Sorry, that sounded awful. I’m just surprised. You never seemed like the church type.”
You force a smile. “People change I guess.”
“Apparently,” she says still amused. “I remember you always partying, and…”
“Everyone finds their way here in their own time.”
His familiar voice cuts through the noise, calm and unshakably kind. “Every person in this house is a child of God, whether they come in seeking answers or simply comfort.”
His gaze flickers to you, carrying a kind of reassurance that feels like it’s meant just for you.
Your friend’s smile falters on the instant when she recognises him. “Father Jungsu,” she murmurs, suddenly polite. “I didn’t mean to… I was just surprised to see her here, that’s all. We used to go to the same high school.”
He offers her a patient smile. “That’s nice.”
“I should probably get going,” she says, tucking a strand of her hair nervously.
“Of course,” he nods. “Go in peace.”
She mumbles a quick goodbye, heading toward the exit.
You exhale a breath, glancing away. Now it’s just the two of you standing there in the echoing quiet.
“Thank you,” you murmur.
“You looked like you needed rescuing.” He turns to you, gaze landing steady upon you, but slightly softer than earlier.
“I think I did,” you say, feeling your heartbeat quickening beneath your coat the second you lock eyes.
Everyone has left the church - there’s stillness around you that has you instantly acknowledging the electricity that passes between you.
You remember there are rules and vows to look away, but you don’t.
Then, he clears his throat quietly, glancing to the side briefly. “Your aunt is not here today.” He leads you both toward the doors.
“She’s out of town. She comes back tonight.”
You step outside. He walks beside you, just a step behind, hands clasped loosely in front of him. The church doors close with a dull echo.
“I’m glad you still decided to come.”
You lift your gaze from the ground, meeting his.
For a moment Jungsu feels like he’s seeing you as unguarded as never before; like something in you softens beneath his stare. Your beautiful features shift, gentler as the seconds pass by, and suddenly he’s exploring everything you hide from the world.
In that instant, he knows… that he’s not looking at the version everyone else gets, - but the one who’s been quietly trying to hold herself together. The one you never let anyone else see. The one reserved just for him.
However, your eyes flicker with a light that unsettles him - a reminder of how fragile a human can be when faced with certain temptation. How sometimes the heart can start speaking a language of its own.
He swallows the unwelcomed thoughts, and forces his vision towards the trees, the stone benches… “You’ll catch a cold if you stay out much longer.”
You nod, but you still can’t move. It’s not the cold wind stiffening your bones… it’s you unable to bring yourself to leave his presence.
“Can we stay here for a little while?” You ask, voice quieter than you expected, but laced in hope.
His expression falters. “That wouldn’t be appropriate.” He says carefully.
Your brows furrow as the wind caresses your face. “Why?” The word escapes you, small and childlike. “Why would it be wrong to just sit here for a few minutes? I’m not asking for anything of you.”
Father Jungsu breathes in slowly, eyes lowering. “Because this place asks something of me.” His voice is edged with something you haven’t heard before from him. It seems like he recognises it too; his body begins to betray him. This time he speaks slower and more measured, like he wants you to memorise his words. “People come here to pray… not to confuse what they feel with something else.”
You can’t answer. You just hold onto the eye contact as the wind stirs between you, light but cold.
Confused? You’re not confused, not when it comes to him. That’s the problem.
“If you need to talk about something, you can always come by my office. I hold visiting hours every Wednesday.”
“I don’t need to talk,” you murmur, shaking your head slowly. “I just don’t want to go home… I don’t want to be alone right now.” You hesitate to look at him, so you trace the edge of his sleeve, his calm, straight posture. “You’re the only one whose company I enjoy lately…”
His gaze softens, painfully so, but he keeps the cautious distance between you. “That’s kind of you to say,” he replies quietly. “But you should go home now.” He gives you a faint smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “There’s a cold wind coming,” he adds and his tone slips almost pleading.
You get the urge to argue, to ask why it would matter so much if he stays by your side just for a few minutes… but you nod and turn to go.
As you walk away, his silthouette in the black robe is still standing there, unmoving when all he wanted is to reach for you.
The party is already loud and in full swing when you arrive. You know almost everyone, so you keep nodding and forcing smiles as you drift between small groups. Someone hands you a drink and you accept although you’re not in the mood for it. You take a few sips out of habit.
A familiar voice calls your name across the room, your friend waves you over.
By the time you make your way there, someone gets up from the couch, leaving a space right next to Keeho - the guy you used to work with at the pizza place last summer. You took orders over the phone, he made the deliveries, and the two of you made out behind the building during breaks. It never led to anything serious, not even sex; it was just something to spice up the long summer nights.
He drapes an arm casually along the back of the couch as you sit with your drink still in hand.
“For a second I thought you weren’t coming.” He says.
“Well, I’m here.”
“Thank God,” he flashes his brows at you, a grin tugging at his lips.
As the conversation rolls on, his hand keeps finding its way on your thigh, just resting there long enough to make his intentions clear.
When you’re halfway through your drink, he leans in, alcoholic breath brushing your ear. “This place is getting loud. Wanna see if upstairs is quieter?”
“That’s the best you could do?” You arch a brow.
“I didn’t need pick up lines last summer,” he laughs, unbothered.
That’s true.
He stands up, offering you a hand, and you take it.
Things escalate quickly - Keeho never wastes time; with him everything happens fast.
But as he touches you up and down, eagerly pushing your dress to your waist, something inside your mind switches. Another face flickers in the dark behind your eyelids. It’s not Keeho’s voice whispering at your ear.
Your brain works slower from the alcohol in your system, but it’s awake enough to call for him. The image of him that lately has been perminent in your mind creates some sick illusion in the warmth of this room, making every move, every breath and kiss mismatched.
His enticing eyes. His rousing voice. His collar. The line of his throat. His fingers… the way they trace the sign of the cross with such practiced grace, you could almost feel them on your skin, making their way up your inner thighs. All of these fragments send jolts of pleasure through you as Keeho invades your walls with a steady push.
You imagine Jungsu’s lips curving against your neck, calling you good. Eyebrows scrunched up in pleasure as he praises you like no one has ever done before. Your pussy is heaven, he’d say.
You don’t even try to escape it.
You let yourself sink into this fantasy, imagining it’s his weight pressing against you every time your arms tighten around Keeho’s shoulders.
They’re built similarly, or so you tell yourself. You can easily picture Father Jungsu at the gym, it’s probably one of his few interests as he’s the kind of man who believes discipline of the body keeps the mind healthy. In your imagination, his movements are rhythmic and hypnotic, like the way his knuckles tighten around the chalice, making you hold your breath until they relax again; his lean muscles flex and glisten under sweating slick skin… and he breathes heavy, but steady as he pushes through another rep. And you wish you could devour him. Tongue licking every part of him, every droplet of sweat and arousal. Teeth sinking into warm flesh.
A choked moan slips out of your mouth. That provokes Keeho to move faster, glancing down between your bodies as you pulse harder from the powerful creations of your imagination.
Your fingers rub circles on your clit as if they’re his.
Come for me, he’d say as you get pushed toward the edge. Come… sinful girl.
With his voice echoing in your head, his name between your teeth, you shake through your orgasm, head pressed back into the pillow.
The euphoria lasts a few seconds, and then… you feel hollow, empty. And you want to go home.
That’s when you realise how much has changed.
─── ♱
Jungsu sits at his desk, hands clasped tightly, lips moving in prayer that sounds more like a confession rather than a recitation.
“Lord, have mercy on me, a sinner,” he whispers. “Forgive me if I have failed You… in thought, in word… in silence.”
The rosary slips between his fingers before he catches it again. His palms are sweating. His collar feels too tight, his throat dry.
“Create in me a clean heart, O God.” He runs his thumb over the beads, pressing hard like penance. “Strengthen what is weak in me. Let Your will, not mine, be done.”
He draws in a long breath, but peace doesn’t come.
The stillness of his office feels heavy, pressuring, as though the walls are watching and listening. Like they know.
That sometimes he keeps his sermons short because he wants to talk to you. That sometimes he says things that aren’t meant for the room, but for your ears only.
That he notices the way you fold your hands, the way you bite your lip when you don’t understand the meaning of a word. That he has the exact shade of that red dress you wear beneath your coat memorised, the one that only ever appears when you’re feeling braver. It’s the shade of terror. The color of the need crawling under his skin when he thinks of you. The color staining everything when you visit him in his dreams - completely bare, exposed in all your glory… in his dreams you always smile at him, triumphant and alluring, like you’re a holy fire that he’s about to kneel for.
When he wakes up, it aches. This morning he almost lost control; he’s never felt so desperate and unstable in his life. Fortunately, he managed to endure, then he went for a run to clear his head a little bit.
They know, and they see it - the invisible thread pulling tight each time your eyes meet across the space between you.
Then, comes a knock at the door. Hesitant, and somehow unmistakable.
He doesn’t need to ask - he knows who it is. He can feel you in the air… your presence, your heat, your perfume, your quiet longing.
At first when he met you for the first time, he felt a spark. A small, innocent one, the kind of spark you get when you meet someone intriguing. But he didn’t expect that spark to quickly grow… so rich, so blinding.
He smooths the front of his black shirt, then opens the door.
There you are, standing in the front of the hallway, coat damp from the drizzle outside. Your breath is uneven, your eyes instantly darting past him toward the small crucifix on the wall.
“Hi,” you say quickly. “Sorry, I know it’s late. I just… needed to ask you something if that’s okay.”
He steps aside without hesitation. “Of course. Come in.” His hand silently invites you on the chair across from his desk.
“I wanted to ask about… confession,” you say, twisting fingers together. “As you can probably guess already, I’ve never done it before and… I don’t know how it goes. Are there any… rules? Limits? Things you aren’t supposed to say.”
“There aren’t limits. Confession isn’t about rules, it’s about honesty.”
“Even if it’s about… sex?”
Jungsu’s expression subtly shifts; there’s an unreadable tension darkening his eyes, and the flickering of the lamp only makes it more evident. “Yes,” he answers. “You can tell God anything.”
“And you’re there…” you lower your gaze, voice dipping softer, “listening.”
He nods. “But I’m only a witness. Everything passes between you and Him.”
You wonder if he really believes he could be just a witness to you.
You shift in your seat, taking a few seconds to calm your stirring emotions. Rubbing palms against your thighs, you remind yourself you don’t have to do this. He doesn’t have to know. After all, you don’t feel guilty for your feelings or desires.
But this… this isn’t just lust anymore. You’re in love. And it’s the quiet, terrifying kind of love that’s been building without your permission. You also feel admiration, not just for who he is, but for how he makes you want to be better… for the way he sees you even when you don’t want to be seen.
And now, standing here with your heart trembling in your chest, you know - if you want to be loved back, you’ll have to tell him everything.
“Uhm…” you force a chuckle as nerves cripple at your neck. “This is going to sound silly, but… can we practice here for a minute?” You finally dare to look at him only to see that his expression has changed again. It’s not cold or disapproving, but it’s definitely sharper. “I don’t think I’m ready yet, but I’d like to know what it feels like.”
Just now, you realise he’s not wearing his vestments, only the black clerical shirt and slacks, sleeves neatly buttoned at the wrist. The small square of white at his throat draw your eyes like a magnet, simple yet hard to look away from.
He stands up and carefully moves his chair next to yours. He sits, hearing you take a deep breath. The sound as well as the sudden closeness makes his pulse stutter. His broad shoulders tense.
“Just be honest,” he manages, hands folding slowly as he looks at the crucifix. “What weighs on your heart?”
You lower your gaze to your lap as your lips part, but it takes a moment for the words to find their way out. By the time you speak, your mouth has gone dry. “I feel lost… and lonely most of the time. I have friends, but it’s like I’m there without really… being there. I don’t fit anywhere anymore.”
His lips press into a thoughtful line. The silence is free of any pressure, but it hums with something else. Nonetheless, you go on, as it gives you more courage.
“Ever since I started coming here,” you continue, your voice tighter, but honest. “I’ve been feeling… alive. I haven’t felt like this in such a long time.” The words pull themselves from somewhere deep inside you, and it starts to make breathing easier. “The thing is… It’s not because of God. I don’t know if I believe or not.”
He manages a small nod.
“It’s because of you, Father…”
“You don’t have to call me Father if you don’t…”
“No, I want to,” you’re quick to reassure him, desperate to show your growing devotion to him. “I believe in you, Father.” Then, you risk a glance at him.
He doesn’t look at you back. His eyes flicker away in an opposite direction as he takes a breath; a breath of restraint that hides behind many things including fear.
Soon, he forces a faint smile. “If you see something good here it’s not mine to claim.”
“Can I ask you a question?” you keep your gaze on him.
“Yes, you can.”
“Why is it,” you murmur, sitting straight again, “that if you look close enough, you can find the physical kind of love in almost everything? Art, literature, in myths… even in religion. It’s like it’s everywhere.”
Jungsu stills, eyes unfocused for a moment. He’s always had an answer for everything, but now his silence feels purposeful. The pause between you buzzes, and your pulse falters as you wait for whatever might come next.
Finally, he speaks: “That’s… the oldest language we have for creation.” He swallows, as if steadying himself, chasing the rest of his thought before it slips away. “Before there were words, there was touch. Before prayer, there was longing… to be joined with something greater than yourself.”
“I like the sound of that,” you say softly, resonating with his words.
Jungsu’s throat tightens as he swallows again. He feels heat slowly crawling up his neck and he fixes his gaze back on the wall across from him.
“I’m pleased to hear it,” he nods. “Would you like to continue?”
You agree, drawn to the slow cadence of his careful voice.
“Two nights ago I went to a party where I slept with someone,” you admit, steady and calm. “We had sex and…” your tone stutters at the end and you take a brief pause.
A shadow of concern crosses Jungsu’s face. Anticipation settles in his stomach as he fights something dark threatening to spill where it’s supposed to be nothing.
You draw a breath that barely reaches your lungs. “I’m just going to say it.” You exhale, eyes fluttering shut. “The entire time… all I could think about was you. I was picturing you… because I kept wishing it was you touching me, not him. I’ve been thinking about you, Father… so much it hurts.”
You slowly open your eyes. There’s heavy silence.
Jungsu folds his hands firmly, murmuring a quiet prayer for guidance. God, grant me the words to help without failing in my duty…
“Even now,” you continue, voice unsteady as suddenly your thoughts flicker faster than you can catch them, “I wish you were holding me in your arms, I… I want you. I’ve never felt this way before for anyone.”
The confession hangs between you, spreading heat in the air, melting the edges of reason. Until all that’s left are the suffocating, corrupting feelings.
There are some sentences and prayers hovering on Jungsu’s tongue, but the fire rising in his body makes it hard to think, hard to breathe. When his lips finally part, his brows furrow, like he doubts every word that crosses his mind right now.
“You said you believed in me,” he says slowly, but there’s slight roughness in his voice that gives it away - that he could raise it higher if he was allowed to. “Why didn’t you seek my guidance when you were struggling to find peace in your thoughts?”
“Because I knew thatt if I came to you, I’d want more than just a conversation,” you admit, honest. “I would’ve wanted… everything. Your comfort, your kiss, your touch, all of it.”
It’s the truth, and saying it out loud feels like tearing a wound open, but it’s also satisfying. The hunger that’s taken root inside you has grown so strong it keeps you awake at night, pulsing between your legs at every thought that has to do with him.
“I thought that if I looked for relief somewhere else, the desire might finally leave me alone,” you continue, but then… the thought of him believing you could ever choose someone else over him makes you sick. Before the silence stretches too far, you add almost desperately: “But it didn’t help. It only made me realise how real this is… what we have between us. It can never go away. Father, I—”
“Stop.”
The command lands like a whisper, but your stomach still turns.
Jungsu finally turns to you, his eyes dark in disbelief and something dangerously close to longing. He notices it - the absence of shame. The lack of guilt and regret in your confession. If anything, this lifted something heavy off your chest.
You’re a sinner.
And when it comes to him… he feels like he’s slowly going mad. His mind begins to swirl with thoughts he could never dress in holy language no matter how hard he tries.
“You shouldn’t say things like that.” His words are almost forced, as if he’s trying to convince himself as much as you.
“I thought we are practicing for my confession.” You say, not breaking eye contact. “So I’m confessing.”
His pulse skitters as his temperature increases from your gaze alone. Your yearning, no—your greed, lands warm and provoking, digging a wound straight into his soul.
He utters your name softly, holding onto the last bits of patience he has left. “You know this… whatever this is… can’t happen.”
“But it’s real. I know what I feel.”
Jungsu exhales shakily, his head drops low.
You eyes drift to his lap; his hands are trembling against the rosary beads, betraying everything he’s trying to hold back.
Slowly, you reach for him. Your fingertips graze his knuckles in a quiet attempt to steady him. “You’re shaking.”
The tension in his jaw, the restraint in his shoulders… it’s almost painful to watch. It’s as if every muscle in his body is working against his instincts.
“You’re tempting a man of God.” He says in an agonised voice.
“You make love sound like a sin.”
He finally turns to you; his breath escapes as his lips part. “You have sinned.” The words leave his mouth sharp, like an accusation.
“Maybe,” you reply, tone calm. “But I don’t feel guilt about it.”
The simplicity of your response catches him off guard. There’s uncertainty in his eyes as he searches your face for remorse and finding none.
His fingers twitch beneath yours, caught between wanting to grip your hand and forcing himself not to.
Then, you say: “You can touch me.”
Upon hearing this, Jungsu’s eyes drop to your mouth. And they rest there, observing the appealing color and shape.
“I would love for you to touch me,” you whisper, entrancing him even more with the way your lips move.
In that moment, something stirs in his stomach before settling below his belt. The feeling isn’t entirely unfamiliar, but it’s tied to other emotions - shame, guilt, fear. Nevertheless… a brief touch wouldn’t be so bad, right?
A brief touch, he tells himself. He’ll touch you only for a second. That’s all he needs - just a second to feel your skin, your warmth.
Finally, for the first time, he reaches toward you.
His hand slips from your palm, then slowly lifts to your face, brushing fingertips against your skin. The contact sets every nerve in his body on fire, and that heat pulls him closer.
You’ve never known comfort quite like this - the rough warmth of his palm tracing the side of your face, slowing until your breath matches the rhythm of his touch. Your head tilts, surrendering to it, your whole body easing as if it finally remembers what love feels like.
Your eyes flutter shut and Jungsu swallows thickly; his mouth waters in a way that has little to do with the thirst for salvation he should be feeling.
Before he can resist, his thumb brushes your lips; touch that feels both featherlight and enough to part them slightly open.
When he speaks, his voice is so small and weak, that it doesn’t feel like it’s his own. “This… doesn’t feel right.” Yet, he presses down on your lower lip, cherishing the view of your teeth, your tongue bold enough to flicker out and wet his thumb.
Your gaze lifts up. There’s a new light in his eyes, a quiet steadiness.
“Then… what does it feel like?” You ask softly.
Jungsu takes a moment. Because how do you name something that feels both ruin and relief?
“It feels,” he murmurs, hand shifting below your jawline, “dangerously close to it.”
“Keep going,” you say, pulse skittering as he slowly leans in, “please…” you trail off, getting dizzier in the charged air between you. His touch slides to explore the line of your neck, warming you up further.
Jungsu knows he should turn away.
But his body’s instincts are stronger in this internal battle, and before he can stop himself, his mouth touches your cheek - not for a kiss, but a light touch, so he can gain a little taste.
He lets out a blissfull sigh; the drags of his lips are slow, measured, as desire and reason twist within him. “You’re ruining me,” he mutters against your skin, tone laced in desperation. “You don’t realise the damage you cause me.”
His lips are soft, lingering so tender and warm. They move lower, studying you, caressing you as your breathing picks up excitedly. “You’re here to plague me,” he continues near your ear.
He can smell your perfume, the scent of your lotion creeping through your heat. It makes his body react - his manhood thickens, pressing against the placket of his pants.
As if you can feel the fire looming in him, your hand slides along his thigh - not so much to comfort him, but to encourage him to surrender. “I long for you… every day.”
Jungsu breathes shakily as he presses his forehead against yours. Suddenly, he cups your face with both hands, like he’s about to kiss you, the cold beads brush your skin. “We have to pray,” he says, his voice rising a notch though unstable. There’s some kind of noise buzzing non-stop in his head, as if Satan himself is whispering at his ear.
Your palm rubs against his thigh, drawing light patterns in the direction where you can guess he’s pulsing for your touch.
His large hands stay on you, steady and unyielding, as his breath fans warmly across your face. He keeps you close as if he’s afraid you might slip away, even while every part of him screams to release you.
And then… the space between you disappeares - his lips press against yours, light and unrushed; like a silent confession of everything he can’t say out loud. A kiss so soft and brief it feels like a plea.
When he pulls back, his grip tightens, grounding you where you are. His voice slips, more controlled yet still weak at the edges. “Please take away my guilt and wipe my slate clean with the blood of Jesus Christ…”
It’s hard to focus on everything he’s saying, though. Your thoughts are still tangled somewhere in the lingering warmth he left on your lips. It’s dizzying, the way something so gentle can feel so immense - especially when you’ve been dreaming of it night after night.
Mid-prayer and with no hesitation, you kiss him back. A moment passes as your lips stay on his mouth and Jungsu allows it. He holds your warm face in his hands, drowning in the thrill of your touch.
He doesn’t understand it, but his knees weaken, his chest tightens… and that throbbing ache, the one that woke him up this morning after he saw you in his dream, returns, fluttering in his core. It’s like you shifted the rhythm of his whole body with just a single touch.
“I am a sinner in need of my Savior…” he continues after you detach to breathe in.
“We don’t need to…” you try to tell him, but he doesn’t hear it.
His voice is hushed and quick as if that’s going to help him escape the depraved lust washing over him.
With foreheads resting against one another, you ghost one hand over his slacks, fingers brushing his prominent boner. The on-going prayer falters as a stuttering moan crawls out of his throat. The sound enters your mouth, so sweet, you immediately want to hear it again.
For a moment you’re so focused on the different changes in his voice that you don’t realise when his hand, wrapped in the rosary, shifts to your waist.
Your eyes, glossy with desire, peer into his dark gaze in a frenzy as the beads disappear under your sweater. His fingertips travel up your back, bringing goosebumps across your skin. Your breath comes out in shutters at the way he caresses the curve of your spine, beads sliding down your figure while his lips slow the rhythm.
You can taste the insatiable desire, the need for pleasure and love on his tongue as the phrases unfold slowly, voice barely audible, almost matching the easy pace of his fingers exploring your bare skin.
Your temperature is heightened, a warm slickness seeping through the fabric of your panties when the final word finally comes, soft like an exhale. Amen.
When your eyes meet, it feels like the world suddenly tilts, like everything outside this office feels so far away… and too cold in comparison to the space between you that’s warm and electric.
The echo of his touch burns on your skin when he pulls his hand, glancing away.
The clench of your heart when you see him rise to his feet is unspeakable. The warmth of the moment collapses into the distance now stretching between you.
He speaks with his back to you, because he’s afraid that facing you will undo whatever resolve he somehow managed to finally build. “You don’t need to be perfect to be forgiven. God hears honesty… before anything else.”
For a long breath there’s only silence. Then, his tense shoulders rise and fall as though even the air inside the room is troubling him.
He turns, but his eyes never make it to your face; they hover somewhere near the floor, guilty and hesitant. When he lifts a hand to trace the sign of the cross, you know - you have to leave.
─── ♱
The rain greets you cold and unrelenting as you step out of the restaurant. In your rush to escape the scene that unfolded at the table, the judgemental murmurs you left behind, you forget to grab your coat.
You love the rain; it soothes and clears your mind, but not tonight. You can still see it - your aunt, half-hidden beneath the awning, kissing passionately another man that isn’t your uncle. Twenty minutes later, she returns to your table with a steady smile, explaining it away as an urgent work call.
The woman who preached virtue and family daily.
Your mind barely catches up as you walk fast, dress clinging wet to your body as each step leads you closer to the only person you can think of… the only one worth holding on to.
Father Kim Jungsu.
You don’t how much time passes, but before you know it, you see his window, glowing in the night with a faint yellow light.
You don’t even think about it - you run up the steps, heart pounding, and you ring the bell.
When the door opens, the warm light spills out over your figure - drenched, shivering, breathless. On the other hand, he’s standing there, wearing a soft, dark gray sweater and blue denim jeans - casual, relaxed and so ordinary. It makes him even more… real and present.
“I’m sorry,” you breathe as you glance away from his eyes widened from distress. “I didn’t know where else to go.”
Instantly, his expression shifts from many emotions washing over him all at once. Confusion, concern, apprehension… something softer.
“It’s all right,” he says, stepping aside to let you in. “You’re safe here.”
The door clicks shut behind you and the world outside - the rain, the noise, your aunt… all fade into a distant blur. Then, his calm voice speaks, anchoring you.
“Take your time.”
He moves quietly, slipping into the next room and returning with a zip-up hoodie, just a few shades lighter than his sweater.
When you hesitate, caught mid step, he steps close behind you, guiding your arms into the sleeves.
“You’re soaked,” he murmurs with a low, soft voice. “Come, sit if you need to.”
You sink into one of the kitchen chairs, your muscles finally relaxing in the comfort of his hoodie.
Jungsu hands you a towel, then proceeds moving around the small space, glancing back at you. “Would you like something to drink?” he asks. Now, his voice is slightly more tense, but still carrying that undertone of care you learned to love.
“Whatever you have,” you reply. “Thank you.”
He nods, pouring a cup of milk from the fridge, then sets it carefully on the table in front of you. The gesture is simple yet it feels intensely personal, and your chest flutters.
Jungsu lingers near the counter, eyes flicking toward you every now and then, silently checking if you’re okay. He watches you slowly lift the cup to your mouth, and it’s like for a moment time itself slows around you. When you take a sip, he swallows, mirroring you without thinking. He watches the small tilt of your head, the soft exhale that follows when you place the cup back to its place. He watches you lick your lips, and his mouth waters as he remembers their softness… how they welcomed his tongue with ease.
He turns his gaze, ashamed of the thoughts he cannot seem to quiet; disgusted with himself for thinking of anything other than the fact that you’re hurting.
“Better?” he asks finally.
You nod, pressing the towel against your chest before running it slowly down your leg. “We went out for dinner, family friends and all,,” you begin; the event already feels like a distant memory, but you can’t tell if that’s a good or a bad thing. “At one point, she excused herself and didn’t come back for… twenty minutes. So I went to check on her, and…” you pause, exhaling shakily, “she was with someone.”
“Your aunt?” he asks, though he already knows the answer. Nothing else could have left you this shaken.
“Yeah,” you let out a soft, unsteady laugh, looking down as you grip the towel. “I’ve never seen her smile like that.”
Jungsu lets out a slow breath, crossing his arms as he moves to the other side of the room. He stops near the darkened window, shoulders tense.
You swallow hard before continuing. “She looked so happy. Living an entirely different life behind my back.” You pause again as the hurt twists deeper. “All this time she preached to me about sin, purity and honesty… and she’s been cheating on my uncle.”
Your voice cracks and the rest of your sentence breaks off.
Jungsu turns immediately at the sound, all of his hesitation gone. The sight of you trying to stop your tears pulls him forward before he can even think; the distance between you closing in an instant.
He’s beside you before you can look up, crouching slightly to meet your eyes. “People fail,” he says softly, as if speaking too loudly might shatter what’s left of you.. “Even the ones who teach us not to.”
You press a hand to your face, trying to stop the shaking. “I don’t care that she’s seeing someone. It’s the lies… everything I believed just—”
The tears come fast, heavy, spilling past your fingers.
Jungsu reaches out, wrapping fingers around your wrist, gently pulling it away from your face. His thumb brushes against your cheek, catching them as they keep coming.
“I don’t understand,” you choke out.
“You don’t have to make sense of it rght now,” he whispers. “Just breathe.”
But you can’t. You gasp with an aching sound, the towel slipping to the floor.
Jungsu pulls you close, your face pressing into his chest. His sweater smells faintly of detergent, and you cry harder - deep, painful; the kind that comes when you’ve been holding too much inside for too long.
Kneeling in front of you, he circles your waist. His arms are steady and patient, holding you together while you fall apart. For a while, there’s only the sound of your sobs, echoing in the small kitchen.
When your breathing finally starts to calm, he tilts his head upon the quiet sound of your voice; it’s hoarse, lower than usual…broken in a way that makes his throat close.
“It’s always the same. I keep hoping, but…” you pause, feeling him tighten his hold on you. “Everyone lies… It hurts.”
This is when it hits him the hardest - the flash of anger, sharp and sinful in his chest. He’s not supposed to feel like this. He’s always been taught that anger is pride in disguise, that judgment isn’t his to hold. But he’s angry.
He’s angry at the people who broke you like this. He hates that you’re sitting here, crying because the ones you trusted most chose deceit. And worst of all, he hates that he’s angry.
His hand moves gently along your back as your tears soak through his sweater. He wants to promise you that he’ll keep all the pain away from you, that he’ll make it right somehow, but he knows he can’t.
And yet… he can’t stop the tought burning inside him. If God won’t protect you, he will.
“You don’t deserve any of this,” he mutters, rough but quiet. “They don’t get to hurt you like that.”
You pull back, your eyes finally meet. His words hang between you like a prayer and a promise at once.
There’s a tremor behind his gaze. He’s fighting the part of him that feels too much, that wants too much, and doesn’t know if that makes him a sinner or simply a human.
For a moment you can’t speak. The man who inspires devotion in a room full of strangers now kneels before you. And there’s flicker of protectiveness in his eyes, of frustration at himself for not being able to shield you from the world.
He lifts a hand toward you, wiping a tear from your cheek with his thumb as your heart keeps thudding against your ribs; the gesture a vast contrast to the evident tension in his jaw.
“If I could take it from you, I would,” he says. “All of it.”
You look at him, really look, and you realise it - despite all his faith and restraint, he’s just as lost right now as you are.
“I know,” you whisper, nodding once. Your eyes are hot and heavy, half-lidded as you take in how beautiful he is.
His eyes flick downward for half a second, like he’s silently asking for strength or forgivness.
However, he drags his fingetips along your leg instead - slowly, from your ankle to your knee.
You’re not wearing tights, and his breath falters at the nice feeling of your bare skin, the edge of your white cotton sock brushing against him. It all sends a shiver down his spine he can’t disguise.
He angles his head and his lips trace a slow, deliberate path upward, making your skin prickle. Parting them just enough, he drags them up your inner thigh, trailing warm, open mouthed kisses.
His hands find your hips, fingers curling around the fabric of your dress as his mouth moves more fluently.
“I’m sorry,” he breathes into the softness of your thigh.
You stay silent. You’re not sure who he’s apologising to - you, himself or God who’s supposed to be in the room with you right now.
You swallow hard, feeling your body flush with heat as his tongue grazes your plush flesh.
The way his heavy breathing gets closer and further between your legs sends a tingling sensation to your core, and you bite the corner of your lip, unable to stay still anymore.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice dropping half a note, tender in a way that has your tummy swirling. “You’re so devastatingly beautiful… I don’t want to see you hurt.”
When he lifts his gaze, your heart almost stops beating from the gleam inside it, a mixture between hunger and affliction. For a breathless second you’re certain you’re dreaming, that you’re only imagining his words, his touch, but the warmth spreading through you as he draws you closer says otherwise.
His hands lift up the hem of your dress, revealing the most intimate parts of you. The view of your panties has him swallowing thickly as you spread your legs for his stare. Before you can say anything, he plants an open mouthed kiss just above the waistband, then another one, even more sensual and slow - on your clothed clit.
Then, his tongue dips out slowly, dragging up your folds.
Peering through your lashes, you watch his eyes flutter shut, unfamiliar lust radiating off him like perfume the more he allows his tongue to move. You feel it lick again, then again, flattening, grinding in the center of your folds, tasting, exploring this new and thrilling territory.
A small sound of bliss escapes him before Jungsu can stop it, his throat going dry as he can feel a certain wetness starting to form. His lips suck through the barrier, making every muscle in your body draw tight like a bowstring.
You let out a breathy moan just before he pulls back to see the darkening fabric. He stares at it with heavy eyes, then gently presses his fingertips to feel it, immediately looking up as you whine at the motion.
You’re completely mesmerised by the way he looks at you.
“I want to make you feel better,” he says, applying light pressure as he strokes up and down. When he bumps into your clothed entrance he can almost feel it pulse as he watches how your body responds. “I want to make you feel good.”
Within a minute, your underwear is gone, your fingers tangled in his dark hair as you slouch in the chair. Every drop of arousal that leaks out of your cunt is devoured like a sweet nectar, the sloppy motions sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.
“So sweet… you taste unreal.” Jungsu gasps in between your puffy folds, enjoying the way you tremble, legs shaking around him with each roll of his tongue. “I can’t believe how sweet you are.”
In awe, he cannot stop whispering praises directly into your heat. The fan of his excited breath makes your stomach knot tighter while one of his hands removes your socks to massage your feet.
“I’m… so c-close…” you whimper, hips slightly rolling against his face. “Please…”
Your shaky voice has Jungsu detaching his lips, reddish and shiny with your slick. His eyes darken in a way you’ve never seen before as he takes in the sight of your dripping pussy, your small hole fluttering.
“Everything about you is so pretty,” he murmurs, inhaling your scent as he quickly leans in again, capturing your sensitive bud; he sucks and twirls around it, making your spine arch in pleasure.
His hands shift back to your hips to steady you. The tip of his tongue swirls deliberately as he carefully studies your body language, memorising every action that makes you shudder, squirm and moan louder.
Feeling him bring a finger to your entrance, you grip the table with one hand for support. He only traces up and down, too wary to push into it.
“Put it in,” you plead, tugging at his sweater. You’re too drunk on the rush to consider what he might think of you for asking so shamelessly. “Father, please… I need it.”
In an instant, Jungsu slips through your walls to meet your request - patient, slowly stretching the area while giving you what you need to near ultimate pleasure. The grief on your face still lingers in his mind and now every movement he makes carries a quiet promise - that you won’t have to feel that way anymore. He wants to replace every tear you shed with warmth instead.
“Fuck—” your head lulls backwards.
And he can’t quite grasp it… how incredibly rousing he finds you like this - spread wide open, cursing freely, choking on your words like he’s draining the air from your lungs. All for him - a man of the cloth.
But that’s not exactly how you see him, is it? You see past that - past the collar, the discipline and his calm exterior.
He begins moving his digit inside you, back and forth. It feels so hot and tight, he inhales sharply as something in his own core pools. “Like this?” he asks, glancing at you with glazed over eyes.
You nod twice, unable to do any other movement except rock into his touch, urging him deeper and faster. “Yes, just like that…” Then, unknowingly, your other hand reaches out, caressing the side of his face.
Your toes curl in the air the moment he dives back in, tongue moving in a faster rhythm this time. Below, you begin to throb hard, like you have a second heartbeat. Your moans of pleasure echo in the air, growing high pitched by the second.
Captivated by the state of enrapture you’re falling into, Jungsu smoothly pushes one more finger inside you, making you mewl at the wider stretch. His head moves side to side, tongue applying the perfect friction on your sensitive spot as his spit dribbles down your cunt.
“I’m gonna—” your breath hitches, your eyes squeezing shut.
Jungsu keeps his tongue rolling, savoring the taste of your arousal.
The pulsing around his fingers as they rub your walls intensifies when you cry out, going completely rigid for a moment - only to quiver against his mouth once the rush buzzes through you. His free hand roams along your thigh as your legs close around his head - not to stop you, but to silently assure you that he’s got you.
The kitchen is silent for a while; there’s warm thickness that doubles as you both acknowledge what you have just done.
Jungsu straightens his back, face decorated with a tint of pink blush. The same hand that brought you on your orgasm stops to rest on his thigh, unsure what follows next.
That’s when you notice the bulge, trapped by the confines of the denim.
You guide your foot forward, rubbing in light patterns; your mouth waters as you picture how flushed and hard he must be.
Jungsu can only stare down helplessly. So many perverted images flood his mind, all revolving around you; images he shouldn’t be welcoming in his head let alone consider.
But he allows them to unfold. A rush of precum leaks from his cockhead, staining his underwear.
“Thank you for taking care of me.” You murmur softly, moving back your foot.
You catch an uneven breath leave his mouth as he fails to meet your eyes. So you stand up, still in his zip-up hoodie. “I should go,” you hear yourself utter.
However, a firm grip around your arm stops you from taking another step.
In a matter of seconds, Jungsu raises to his feet, pressing you against the edge of the wooden table. His mouth, warm and glistening under the light, captures your lips. His hands cup your face, securing you in place as his thumbs brush your cheeks stained with dried tears.
He’s never felt this kind of hunger before - the kind that burns through reason as you moan between his sensual kisses.
He refuses to loosen his grip when you tug at his belt, unbuckling it with swift movements; the clink of metal rings out in the othewise silent kitchen.
Soon, his cock springs free, bouncing up toward his abdomen. When he pulls back, exhaling deeply from the addictive taste of your lips, he looks down, eyes widening at how close your hand is.
The desire overpowers the feeling of trepidation, and he makes no move to stop you.
The sexual frustration is dizzying as he watches you wrap fingers around his erection, stroking with a confident yet gentle motion. His jaw falls slack, breath hitching as you don’t shy away from repeating the steady movements, magnifying the heat curling inside him.
“It’s my turn to take care of you, now…” you whisper lovingly near his trembling lips. You wish you can memorise every small twitch his face makes for you in this current moment, so handsome and rapturous. “Has another girl ever touched you like this before?” you ask at once.
You bring your fist higher, smearing the collected precum along his length. The uninterrupted action pulls out a long, desperate moan out of him before he shakes his head, exhaling a small no.
Relief blooms in your chest as you realise he’s never had something even close to this with anyone else. It’s you and only you. The thought makes your heart swell with warmth and contentment.
This moment, this connection… it’s entirely yours.
Before he can stop himself, with palms still on your face, Jungsu starts panting your name. His brows knit together, sweat begins to trickle down his temple as he feels himself losing all composure because of your experienced touch.
Your eyes do not leave him out of sight, he looks and sounds absolutely captivating. That same sense of purpose you feel when listening to him during mass floods back; stronger, deeper. Swiftly, you take a second to spit in your palm before proceeding the strokes. “Yeah? Feels nice?”
Overwhelmed, Jungsu lets his head fall on your shoulder, unable to look at you as he’s on the verge of breaking. A brief whine drops from his tongue as a response - one of many irrepressible noises that won't stop escaping his throat the more your grip moves, pleasing and slick; it’s starting to speed up, wet noises erupting from below where he doesn’t dare to look.
Heat rises to his cheeks. He feels like he can’t hold it in much longer, like something inside him is going to be teared apart any second now. “I can’t,” he stutters breathless, but his thought ends there.
His voice shatters weakly, an elongated whine heating your neck as the pressure bursts. For a moment the sensation almost has him lose his footing, his mind going blank.
The warm arousal shoots out of his swollen tip, trickling down your hand, a few white streaks landing messily on your dress. Your fist eases before stopping completely, allowing the relief to settle under his skin, warm, heavenly.
As much as his dick twitching in your palm, and his arousing moans ringing at your ear turned you on, nothing can compare to the thrilling look in his dazed eyes where faith and sin intertwine - like he’d take anything you decide to give him, and nothing can stop him.
With vision fixated upon him, you move on your knees. His hoodie drops to the tiled floor, then your mouth welcomes his still hard length, enveloping him in an imensive warmth. Your lips wrap tightly around the slick head, sucking every bead of arousal lingering.
Jungsu moans shakily at the sharp sensation, not thinking as his hand fists in your hair. You, on the other hand, hum blissfully as you savor his salty taste.
“Ah—” his body trembles as your lips detach with a lewd, wet pop, tongue flicking out to swirl around the swollen tip.
He’s unable to take his eyes off you as you slowly lean forward, trying to fit more of him into your mouth. The stretch of your cheeks looks almost painful as you control your breath, eyes fluttering shut as you focus on relaxing your throat.
Jungsu’s jaw flexes as another inch disappears through your puffy lips, clouding his mind with a fog. Then, feeling sweat across the back of his neck, he grabs the hem of his sweater, pulling it over his head and tossing it on the table behind you.
“Sweetheart…” His touch returns, stroking the top of your head gently. “Is this alright?” The words stumble steadier than he expects.
He tucks his bottom lip between his teeth, suppressing an unstable sound. It’s undeniable - the wave of rapture your mouth provokes. But the thought of that causing you even the smallest discomfort twists something inside him.
Slowly, you drag your lips back to his cockhead. Then, you unwrap them through a light suck.
It takes you a second to realise you’re staring up at him, eyes wide and hazy, heart tripping over itself from the sight of his naked chest. But then… sweetheart. You’ve been called that before, but not like this.
The tension in the air shifts when Jungsu sees the corners of your mouth curve.
“I love it,” you reply softly, making his breath still.
You stand, finally stripping from your dress. The cloth slips from your shoulders, pooling soundlessly at your feet.
Jungsu’s gaze follows every inch revealed, almost hypnotised. He doesn’t move at first, only his throat bobs when he swallows, hands flexing at his sides.
Then, he twitches in the air, blood flowing into his cock again.
You can’t deny the rush that floods your chest when the realisation hits - you’re standing bare before him, completely exposed. A shiver of nervousness runs through you until he steps closer, like a man approaching something sacred. In one effortless motion, he lifts you into his arms, and every flicker of doubt melts away, replaced by the dizzying thrill of his hold.
You hardly get a glimpse of his room - you’re gently tossed on his bed, the mattress dipping beneath you as he follows. He completely steals your focus; toned stomach, muscled arms, warm chest heaving in an excited rhythm as he hovers over you. His dark hair falls over his forehead when he leans in, searching for your lips.
“You drive me crazy,” he breaks the silence before capturing you in another breathtaking kiss.
Lightheaded, you place hands on the sides of his neck. It feels like it’s just the two of you in this world, and you want to stop time, so you can feel like this forever.
When he inserts himself inside you, the first few seconds it feels overwhelming - too much, too big, - but then, it feels perfect, like he’s made for you.
He starts off slow, massaging your gummy walls with precise, sensual slides that allow you to get used to the stretch. However, soon, he begins thrusting like a man who’s losing all composure.
“So… ah! You’re so—t-tight!” he tries to steady his voice, but the effort breaks with every word he manages to say. “It feels amazing… like you were made for me.” He buries his face against your neck, trying to silence his shaky moans that escape with each hit of his hips.
His body is sweating, clinging to you desperately as you hold onto him, nails sinking into his muscular back.
Each time his tip reaches that sweet spot inside you, it feels like the air is being knocked out of your lungs; your pussy walls spasm, sucking him in tighter and tighter.
The sounds of skin against skin intensifies as the heat between you makes everything around you feel like a blur. Soon, the rush will be too much to bare; you can feel it in the way your core scorches.
“Jungsu—”
Jungsu’s brain is hazy, as if all of his thoughts turned into smoke the second he slipped inside you. The only thing reaching him is the filthy sounds your fluids create every time your bodies connect deeply, reminding him over and over again that this is reality. There’s no coming back from this.
But then, the sound of your strained voice whining his name cuts through the haze, grounding him completely.
He hums, searching for your eyes. His body slows, your hands grasp onto him tighter. “Am I…” he says, low and hot. “I’m sorry, am I going too fast? Did I hurt you?”
Swallowing, you slightly shift your hips, already needing him as deep as possible. “Don’t stop, please… it’s perfect.”
He takes a second longer to look at you before confessing: “I like hearing you say my name.” His lips press gently to your forehead, your eyes closing at the comforting gesture.
Almost immediately, he revives the needy rhythm, hips slamming sloppily into you. The sounds are lewd and harsh, clashing with his shaky pants and whimpers. “I’m sorry,” he says again despite your assurance, a tear falling from the corner of his eye.
The need for relief he felt earlier becomes nearly unbearable, washing over the lingering guilt; the pleasure you offer him with your body being only one can dream about is enough to make him want to cry.
Your voice cracks with emotion beneath him as he fastens further, your nails dragging rough lines on the surface of his back.
With the current sensation stirring inside him, with the way he throbs, lost deeper and deeper through every new drag - he won’t be able to stop a second time even he wanted to.
“I’m sorry, my dove.” He whispers in a rush, every breath a tremor. “Just… can’t h-help it—can’t get enough of you.” His lips brush against your cheek, catching another tear; yours or his own, he can’t tell.
He shifts backwards, his muscled back suddenly straight, flexing beneath stinging, red scratches. Both of his hands grasp onto your thighs, keeping them wide open so he can see you take his manhood. The view is wet, noisy, like you’re struggling to keep up with him, yet you don’t want to let him go as you keep leaking all over his sheets.
It’s such an impactful visual experience that not a minute later he shudders mid-thrust, like he’s been short circuited.
His head tips back, jaw going slack as euphoria passes through his whole body. The second his vision turns white, creamy arousal spilling inside you, he wonders if he’s finally reached the gates of heaven.
The thrill is intense, bringing slight overstimulation as he makes the last few pumps the exact moment your own orgasm snaps.
As the fog inside his mind dissipates, though slowly, he realises he cannot escape the staggering sensation of your climaxes clashing at the same time; he cannot recover from the fact he liked bringing you pleasure while a part of him is inside you even better.
When you curl beside him, limbs heavy, skin still humming with warmth, you rest your head against his chest and let your eyes flutter shut.
“I don’t want to stop needing you.” You admit quietly.
Maybe this is what faith is meant to look like, you think. Two people simply holding on to each other when it gets too dark.
warnings. kind of softdom!jungsu, established relationship, thigh riding, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, pet names (baby), thick cock!jungsu, he just wants to make you feel good lol
wc. 5.3k
a/n. helloooo everyone!! i'm so sorry for taking so long to put this out T_T i've been procrastinating pretty bad and been going out, so i hope this doesn't feel ooc or rushed !! pls enjoy <3
life has a way to always prove to you that you may or may not be a pervert. but was it bad to think that way about your own lovely boyfriend? you laid spread out in bed pondering as you blankly stared at the roof. it was your day off, opting to laze around after a long week. you didn't have much energy to catch up on any chores, and the only time you got to see jungsu was at night with both of your schedules being so busy. although you're usually the one to come home first, you rarely got to greet jungsu whenever his schedule was filled up. with work taking your energy away, you're usually fast asleep by the time he comes home. there are times where you wake up briefly to him kissing you on the cheek when he comes home super late at night, him urging you to go back to sleep if you try to stay awake. you sighed thinking about it, letting the sound of the fan buzzing fill the empty space.
you felt your phone buzz beside you, turning over to check the notification. your cheeks swelled up into a smile when you saw who it was from, unlocking your phone quickly.
my cutie jungsu ♡: hi baby :-) im otw home!! got things done early
you: yay!!!!!!! i cant wait to see u i miss u so much :((
my cutie jungsu ♡: [IMG_626]
my cutie jungsu ♡: i miss you too :-( i didnt get to show u my outfit before i left cuz i wanted u to sleep in
you gasp and kick your feet excitedly seeing the selfie he sent. the picture was taken at a higher angle, only showing the lower half of his face. your eyes zone in on his plump, pink lips that were pursed up cutely. he was sat down, showing off his outfit of the day, arm slumped in between his legs that were spread apart. the shirt he had on was loosely fit, draping off slightly to expose a bit of his neck and collarbone. your eyes widened as they wandered down to look at the pants he had on, the flesh of his thighs exposed through the rips and holes. you thank gravity for the visual of his muscles fighting to stay contained in the fabric that was more tight around his thighs. veins subtly trailed up the hand that was resting in between his legs, wrist decorated with a few dainty bracelets. you gulp nervously, stopping yourself from drooling on yourself as you burned the image of his thighs into your mind.
you swipe out and shake your head realizing you didn't respond yet, reacting the picture with a heart.
you: why do you look so sexy today bebe its like you want me to eat you up >:)
the typing bubble pops in and out, smiling to yourself when you imagine his face heating up from your sudden attack. you never held back expressing your love towards jungsu, especially your attraction. it would be hard not to if you had someone like him in your life. he was always shy whenever you would complment him or randomly attack him with kisses. seeing his face flush quickly and his eyes flutter when he was embarrassed only fueled you to do it as much as you can. it's not like you were the only one doing this though!
even you struggled a bit to get used to how clingy he got throughout the relationship. if jungsu wasn't touching you in some way, he would die. he loved holding your hand or having his arm around your shoulders whenever you're outside, overcoming the inital shyness of PDA over time. even at home, he needs to have atleast one body part to be touching yours. if you're sitting next to each other, his hand is resting on your thigh. if you're cuddling in bed, he's using all of his long limbs to trap you so you don't leave. if you're sitting there existing, he'll get cuteness aggression and squish your face like it were made of mochi. your favorite thing he does is when he rubs his head against yours, appearing the most cat-like in those moments. after a few minutes of the bubble popping in and out, jungsu is only able to send a flushed emoji back, making you giggle.
your head perks up when you hear the sound of the door being unlocked. quickly rolling out of bed, your socks slide against the floor as you try to greet him before he opens the door.
"i'm home!" jungsu calls out as he swings the door open, looking down as he slips his shoes off. he didn't even get a chance to close the door behind him before you jumped up to wrap your arms around his neck, dragging him into an embrace. this squeezes a small grunt of surprise out of him, his arms immediately reaching around you. you take the chance to hold his face and pepper sweet kisses all over it, making him giggle.
"i missed you too." he reciprocates the smooches, making sure the last kiss lasts a few seconds longer on your lips. you let out a small chuckle and beam back at him before giving him space to put his things down and take his shoes off. the other isn't even able to take another step forward, immediately latching onto him and burying your face in his neck. you feel yourself relaxing into him as you take in his warmth and scent, arms tightly wrapped around his waist.
"i'm happy you're off early. i missed you so much, i barely get to be awake to see you jungsu…" you whine, rocking him side to side. his hands are gentle, positioned on your hips as he follows your movement.
"and we both have a day off tomorrow. the world heard our prayers and finally lined our schedules up." he smiled, pushing forward to make you waddle into the living room, plopping onto the couch. you let go for a brief moment to look down at him, scanning over the outfit you saw in his text earlier. his thighs expand as they press into the cushion, opening up the stringy holes that decorate the front of the jeans. your eyes meet, his head tilting slightly, wondering why you aren't sitting down with him.
you place your hands on his broad shoulders for support as you sit down on his lap. his mouth twitches into a smirk, holding onto your waist to help you keep stable. the texture of his jeans against the skin of your legs sends a shiver down your spine, the thin fabric of your shorts doing nothing to separate your bottom from where you sit. during all of this, you haven't said a word, making the other scan for your expression.
"what's my cutie been up to today?" he asks softly, thumbs rubbing comfortable circles where he held. you notice how his eyes sparkle as you gaze at each other, making you smile.
"hmm… slept in… thought about you." you kiss him softly, hands sliding down to rest on his chest as you lean back to study his outfit. his ears are flushed into a soft pink, breath hitching subtly when he feels your hands stop at his chest.
"especially after you sent that selfie," one hand trails down, stopping at the top of his thigh, the other following the movement. your nail scrapes over the rips, tickling the skin underneath and making his leg twitch under you. "when did you even get a pair of jeans like this?" jungsu gulps nervously from your change of demeanor and touch, eyes trembling.
"i-i got them a while ago. just haven't gotten around to wearing them until now." the pads of his fingers tap against you, his face feeling more hot as he notices how you're looking at him as you hum in response. it was so cute to see how easy it was to make jungsu blush, your lips curling into a smile. you reposition yourself to sit on one thigh, squeezing down on the one you were already touching as you used it as leverage. your face twitches, fighting back a whine when you feel his muscle twitch against your core.
your hand drags down to a bigger rip, toying with the frays and feel the skin peeking out, smooth in comparison to the rough texture of the jeans. "these jeans are cute. you fill them out nicely." you say failing to hide the lustful tone in your voice. "i guess i can thank your daily runs for that?" you feign innocence, tilting your head at him and bat your lashes.
jungsu's eyes flutter back, blinks becoming quick and uneven. "yeah- the runs… glad you noticed," his lips quivering into a shy smile. the male's chest starts to rise harder, eyes quivering as they dart back and forth between your face and where you touch him. you press your lips against his, the grip on your waist tightening as you start to lean into him. his lips feel soft, tasting remnants of his lip balm, humming in satisfaction when you being to deepen the kiss. as you close in the distance between your bodies, your knee lightly bumps against his center, making the other whimper. this sends shivers down to your core, laughing softly hearing him fight back his own noises.
he pulls you back and gasps for air, face flushed a deep red, and lips slightly swollen. your gaze doesn't hide the lewd thoughts running through your mind, feeling a little disappointed that he pulled you off of him. you shift your weight to press your core into the muscle of his thigh. his hard on is visible against the tight material of his jeans, pushing your knee as you subtly rotate your hips around.
"what's going on with you baby? did you miss me that badly?" he teases, pulling you down by the waist when he notices you practically riding his thigh. your face scrunches up, letting out a moan as his muscle digs into your core, pushing the fabric of your bottoms into your folds. jungsu smirks, seeing you desperately get off from just his thigh. the pleading look on your face makes his breath hitch, dick twitching against the confinements of his jeans.
"of course i did… you even show up wearing- this!" you pout, tugging at one of the rips. he laughs softly, kissing you on the cheek before sliding his hands down to your exposed thighs. your hips twitch, chasing the warmth of touch. he squeezes the soft flesh, slowly making his way towards your ass and dragging it down to guide your movement. there's a cocky smile that doesn't leave his face as he watches you whine against him.
"you're so cute… all riled up because of me," he says with a low voice, fingers toying with the hem of your underwear, pulling it back to apply pressure against your clit. you whimper, grabbing his shoulder tightly to stop yourself from falling onto him. a finger hooks around your panties, keeping it tugged against your core, hands guiding you to grind against his thigh harder. jungsu's breaths are heavy, lips slightly parted as he studies your expression with each flex of his muscle.
"fuck jungsu…" it's difficult to hold back your moans, clit sensitive to every guided motion of your hips. his shirt is bunched up under your fist as you steady yourself, throwing your head back. he quickly takes the chance to attach his lips to your neck, groaning while he decorates it with blooming red marks. as your movements intensify, your knee inadvertently rubs against his hard on straining through the rough fabric. he peppers kisses up your neck, stifling his own moans to take the noises you make — your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer to you. he's practically buried his face into your hair as you whine directly in his ear.
"come on baby, i know you can go harder," he growls against you, making your back curve more in attempt to get a wider range of motion. "you're so needy… getting off on my thigh."
at this point, your slick has leaked through all the way to the surface of his jeans. his grip on your ass is sure to leave marks on your skin, using a considerable amount of strength to guide you to your climax. your breath stutters as you feel yourself getting closer, the other smiling when he hears your moans getting higher pitched. you stumble profanities, your arms tightening around jungsu as you use all of your pent up energy to grind faster.
he whispers sweet praises in your ears as you seize, crying out in pleasure as you cum, your bottom half twitching almost violently. jungsu's hands slip out from under your shorts, one supporting you from your lower back and the other going up to hold your head against his shoulder.
"you did so good for me," he says with a gentle voice, brushing the hair out of your face before kissing your temple. the twitching of your hips causes your clit to bump against where you sit, whining from the shots of overstimulation. the hand on your back rubs soothing circles as you catch your breath, jungsu continuing to pepper kisses over face. you lean back enough to capture his lips with yours, immediately groaning into it as your tongues intertwine in a deep kiss. you can feel him smile against you, amused at how quick you recovered.
your hand snakes down, lightly squeezing his chest first, then landing on his very prominent bulge. the sensation startles him a little, bucking his hips into your touch. your thumb traces over the tip, playing with the wet spot that formed. he lets out a particularly loud groan that makes you feel tingly, hole twitching in anticipation. you lightly tug at his plump bottom lip before pulling away, grabbing as much of his length as you can through the fabric.
"i need you to fuck me right now," you say softly against his ear with enough sterness in your voice to get the demand across. his expression darkens, whispers sending shivers straight down to his dick. you weren't one to ask him so explicitly, but knowing how desperate both of you were, it felt like the only right way to do it. he grabs hold of your wrist and puts it back on his chest, not wanting to cum in his pants (even though he almost did earlier).
"easy baby, i gotta stretch you out first." he lets out a soft hearted laugh seeing you whine in frustration. "you know it's been a while."
he feigns a sense of self-control, hands moving impatiently to take your bottons off and opting to pull them to the side, smirking at the how soaked they were. he traces his thick finger up your slit, coating it in your wetness before teasing your hole. his gaze is focused on you, watching your face contort in pleasure and feeling you tremble with the other hand that's keeping you held up. your thighs shake, attempting to keep yourself up, using his broad shoulder as a head rest. you moan loudly, his finger slipping into your throbbing hole — jungsu's eyebrows furrow at how tightly you're clamping around him, mouth hanging open as he groans. it takes a few shallow pumps of his finger until he can slip the entirety of it, hooking the tip against the soft spot. you claw at his chest, muffling your whimpers into his shirt that soaks up some of the drool.
"you're soaked… did you make yourself cum that hard on my thigh?" he says, slight mocking tone seeping through. "my cute y/n… let me make you feel good with my fingers, yeah?"
it doesn't take much for him to fit a second finger in, your hips grinding into the palm of his hand as you feel him stretch you out. his fingers feel so big inside of you, the sensations being amplified from your previous orgasm. he bites his lip into a smirk as he sets a gentle pace, occasionally making a scissor motion to make sure you were really stretched out for him. after all, his cock is on the thicker side and he knows you'll hurt yourself trying to impatiently fit all of him.
"c'mon y/n i know you can cum on my fingers. you came so well on my thigh…" he teases with a low voice. the sounds of his fingers in you fill the room along with your drawn out moans.
he hits a particular spot, making your entire body jolt, biting onto his shoulder to stop yourself from screaming out too loud. he winces from the sting, forearm flexing as he continues to thrust his fingers against the same spot. his free hand reaches up to lift your head so that you're looking at each other, softly kissing you. you attempt to kiss back, only able to moan into his mouth as you feel your climax approaching quickly as the pads of his fingers continue to hit your g-spot. he doesn't let up, increasing the speed of his fingers, palm pressing harshly against your clit.
"o-oh my… f-fuckk i'm close-" profanities are slurred together, eyes clenching as your orgasm creeps up on you. jungsu is locked in on your changing expression, his own body shaking from how hard he was pumping his fingers in you. you cry out as you cum, your entire body trembling as that lightning sensation runs through. he groans with you, savouring how you twitch around his fingers, your hole gripping around tightly.
"shit… you did so good baby," he wiggles his fingers a little, making you whine out from the overstimulation. you feel lightheaded from the praise, going limp against him as you pant heavily. your hands shake, attempting to undo his belt, but fail as they fumble around. the male laughs, slowly pulling his fingers out and admiring the sticky mess you left behind. he uses his other hand to easily pull the belt off, unzipping to pull his cock out. his face scrunches, mixing his precum with the mess left on his hand, shuddering as he breathes out. you lick your lips as you watch him stroke his thick length, resisting the urge to throw your leg and sinking it all in one go.
he hisses as he squeezes the base, twitching from sensitivity. you nudge at him, eyes desperate and pleading when your gazes meet. all you can think about is having him inside of you after so long, despite barely being able to keep yourself up straight. a hand comes up to guide your leg over so that you're sitting comfortably in his lap, dick pressed hotly against your ass. your thighs shake as you lift your hips for jungsu to pull your shorts to the side again, your hand reaching down to direct the tip of his cock to your eager hole.
jungsu clenches his jaw suppressing a moan, collecting your slick as it slips between your folds. when you begin to sink down on him, his hands are quick to grip your ass — mouth gaping open as you barely stretch around him. you bite your lip, getting past the initial burning sensation, letting out a heavy sigh when you envelop the tip of his cock.
"slowly baby…i don't want you to- fuck… hurt yourself," he notices your glassy eyes, a thumb coming up to wipe away a tear that forms in the corner. it's taking all of jungsu's willpower to not thrust upwards, wanting to let you take your time. you whine, nodding against the hand that rests on your face as you pulse your hips, slowly getting used to his width. the warmth of your insides is driving jungsu insane, eyes slightly blown out when he watches his length disappear into you, feeling every twitch of your tight pussy.
your fingers feel for the base of his dick, determining how much left of him you have to take. "why is your stupid cock so big for," you furrow your eyebrows. his chest shakes letting out a breathy laugh, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. it feels like there's so much of him in you already, yet you've only gone down half his length, struggling to adapt to his thickness.
your eyebrows furrow in frustration, just wanting to have all of him inside you. you take a deep breath, gripping his shoulders before you quickly press your hips down, taking the rest of his cock. the sudden stretch makes you cry out, jungsu throwing his head against the couch. his nails dig into the soft flesh of your ass, eyes shut tightly as he tries not to cum on the spot.
"g-god you're so fucking tight-" he groans, the sensation sending chills throughout his entire body. you're filled to the brim, the girth of his dick stretching you out in a way that makes you roll your eyes back in pleasure. your arms shake when you claw at the couch cushions, giving in to your fatigue and falling limp against the male's broad chest. a hand slides around and rests on the back of your head, pulling strands of hair sticking to your sweaty skin away.
the burning sensation goes away after some time, curving your back as you weakly move your hips in small circles. the position pushes his dick deeper, reaching spots his fingers couldn't earlier. you attempt to lift your hips as much as you can, but accidentally slamming down when you lose strength. tears form in the corners of your eyes as you cry out — the intensity of the thrust punching the air out of jungsu's lungs. he pushes your head under his, moans muffling against your hair, dick twitching against your gummy insides. your nose is filled with the smell of his sweat mixed cologne, pressing hot kisses on his neck.
"please jungsu… too tired…" you paw at his chest, lifting your head to look at the other's flushed face. "i need you to fuck into me, please."
his eyes widen for a second, processing your demand before wrapping his arms around you, restricting your arms to your sides. he slides his body down enough to firmly plant his feet against the floor, the motion making his hips buck up. you yelp from the sudden change, mouth hanging open as he starts to thrust intensely. the room fills with lewd sounds of your skin slapping together, each thrust punching loud moans out of you as he groans against you.
"you're so good to me- fuck… your pussy is never gonna forget the shape of my dick after this, i'll make sure of it." he grunts against your ear, emphasizing the promise with slow, concentrated thrusts. he smirks when your walls tighten in excitement, only being able to whine pathetically against him. your mind is blanked out, focusing on how his cock stretches you out perfectly, hitting your sweet spot. he knows you're getting close again with your moans getting higher, increasing the pace.
"f-fuck don't.. please don't s-stop jungsu-" your words melt together, clawing at nothing, his hold too tight around your arms. his eyes shut tightly, feeling his own climax coming. you cry out loudly as you cum, pussy spasming around his cock. jungsu's mouth hang open, bucking his hips roughly before painting your insides. it feels hot, whining as you feel some of it spill out of you. he flinches from the overstimulation when you clench around him tightly, not wanting any more of his cum to leak out. this is the reward you deserve after the week you had and you sure as hell aren't letting it go to waste.
jungsu's brain feels like static, only able to focus on how he can feel every twitch of your walls that don't want to let go. it dawns on him how long it has actually been since you were able to have mind-numbing sex, not feeling satisfied with one round. he missed you so much and had felt so bad when he didn't have time to even talk to you when work was particularly busy. surely he can't stop now if he wants to make it up to you, right?
he peppers soft kisses around your face, lightly squeezing your ass. "you did so good baby… you can go another round right?" there's a hint of desperation in his voice as he goes in to deepen the kiss. he tests the water, pushing your hips down into his cock, making you whine out. another thing you can thank (and curse) jungsu's daily runs for was his increased stamina. the buzzing feeling of your orgasms haven't washed away yet, feeling his length harden again inside of you as he slowly pulses his hips.
you pull back from the kiss with teary eyes and give him a simple nod. what you didn't know was that jungsu's mind was filled with different ways he could fuck you on this couch alone, nervously laughing when you spot his blown out pupils. his hands slide up to your waist, lifting you off of his length before flipping you onto your back. the sudden loss of him makes you yelp, panicking when you feel some of his essence dripping out. he's quick to grab the back of your knees, dragging your drenched bottoms off and propping your hips up with a stray pillow before anymore fluids fall onto the couch.
you hide behind your hands, embarassed at how intensely he's looking at your pussy. he pulls his shirt off, oggling at his chest through the cracks of your fingers, the dampness of his skin accentuating the curves of the muscle. his adam's apple bobs, using a finger to spread open your folds and admiring your sensitive, twitching hole.
"hold yourself up for me. you can do that, right baby?" he grabs your wrist, placing it under the bend of your knees, your other hand coming up to do the same. his dick twitches, appreciating how fucked out you look under him, eyes full of anticipation as you wait for his next move. the cushions dip as he mounts you, hands planted by your head. your hips buck when you feel his heavy cock rest on top of your heat, gulping nervously under his intense stare.
"since you missed me so much," he pauses, pressing his lips against yours, "i'm gonna fuck you into this couch until the only thing you can think about is my cock." his grits, easily sliding his entire length into your stretched hole. you squeak, the impact of him pushing his weight into you preventing any noise from leaving your body. he stills for a second, dropping to his elbows as he reaches even deeper than before. the couch dips under the weight of his arms as he slowly pulls out until only the tip remains, grunting as he slams his hips down. your eyes roll back, the male not giving you any time to rest as he keeps this slow, but intense pace against your heat.
everything feels hot, your bodies sticky where they touch as jungsu mindlessly fucks you into the couch, whispering sweet praises into your ear with each thrust. his body is so pressed into you that you don't even have to hold up your legs anymore and let gravity do its work. your trembling hands come up to claw at his back, feeling it flex under your fingers.
"f-fuck, i know you can take more than this," he starts to pick up the pace, using one hand to bring your ass closer, the tip of his cock repeatively hitting the deepest part of your insides. you're only able to moan and curse in response, leaving claw streaks down his back that sting against the air. jungsu has always been strong, but it has been more apparent than right now, your skin slapping loudly together as his thrusts get quicker.
"you… y-you're so- fucking deep," your voice cracks, pressing your forehead against his shoulder when you pull him closer. "it's too- ngh… too much-"
he lets out a smug laugh, elbows dipping into the cushion as he cages around your body. "you can handle it baby. you've taken so much of me already," his words feel hot against your ear, pressure building up as your climax approaches. you feel like your entire body is buzzing, legs aching from the stretch as he continues to hit that sweet spot in your insides.
"j-jungsu, i'm so close… fuck-" you whimper, weakly slapping his back before digging your nails into them when you feel his thrusts intensify. his arms wrap around your chest, bringing you closer, eyes shut tightly as he groans.
"shit you're so fucking tight… cum on my cock baby, let me fill you up again." he nips at your ear, thrusts becoming erratic as he feels his orgasm creep up. you feel lightheaded as he presses his weight into you, moans rising in pitch. the way your body is curled in puts more pressure on your insides, his cock angled perfectly as it easily slides in and out of your pussy.
"i-i'm cumming- fuck fuck fu-" you cry out, body freezing for a second as your walls clamp down on his length, twitching intensely. jungsu groans feeling you tighten around him, but continues to piston his hip to chase his own high. you squirm under him, the overstimulation becoming too much for you. he places kisses against your head, whispered shushes tickling your ears as his hips start to stutter.
"my pretty y/n- fuck… gonna fill you up…" he moans loudly, using the rest of his energy for a few slow, but powerful thrusts, dick twitching as he fills your hole with his cum. his hips still against yours, hands coming to bring you into a kiss that you weakly whine into. your toes curl in the air, all of the soreness hitting the lower half of your body as you come down from your high.
you take a deep breath as he pulls away, watching his arms shake as he slowly sits up on his knees. your body goes limp against his, whining when you feel his cock inside of you as he moves. his chest heaves, making sure he memorizes how fucked out you look under him. his gaze falls to where you're connected, the sticky mess coating most of your lower parts and a noticeable transluscent white ring that formed around the base of his length.
"i'm pulling out baby," he places a comforting hand on your tummy, carefully retracting his hips. your hips twitch upwards, hole grasping around nothing when he fully pulls out. jungsu swears he can feel his pupils dilate when he sees his cum slowly spill out of you, throat bobbing as he controls himself.
you let out a breathy laugh, body fully slumped against the couch. he smiles back, taking some tissues and wiping up the mess you made, ignoring how some of it already leaked onto the cushions. you grunt as he squeezes himself between you and the back of the couch, pulling you to lay over him. you relax against him, his arms lazily draped over you.
the room is filled with a comfortable silence as you both catch your breath, feeling his chest rise and fall under your head. the weight of his hand is comfortable against your back, legs tangled together.
"take out for dinner?" your voice is hoarse, making you cough a little. he giggles, patting your head softly.
"whatever you want. you deserve it," jungsu kisses your forehead, the warmth of it making you smile.
tags: PWP, fem bodied reader, munch jungsu, established relationship
warnings: none
summary: you decide jungsu would look really pretty tied up and on his knees.
notes: my first time writing true smut ... im a little embarassed THIS is the fic that i return with but hopefully you can enjoy LOL
𓇬 18+ ONLY . MDNI !!! 𓇬
"baby," you coo, "come a little closer, won't you?"
your legs are crossed over each other languidly, and you decide to get a better look at your work. you curl your body closer to be closer to his eye level, resting your chin in your palm. you know for a fact this angle gives him a great look at your chest—even more so now that your arms are squishing your breasts together in front of him.
you rather enjoy watching him shuffle on his knees towards you, awfully willing to answer to your every beck and call. you've tied his arms up behind his back with a beautiful red ribbon, accentuating his skin beautifully with the way it ever so slightly squeezes his forearms and swells out from the spaces in between. the way he looks up at you from his knees on the floor makes you feel electrifyingly confident and beautiful, like you're the only person he's ever wanted in his life. his brown eyes are filled with a molten intensity, a type of obedience that's silent yet attentive to your every move. all of his attention is on you, and it makes you feel incredible.
he's pitifully adorable when he's like this. it makes you want to tease him even more.
a sinister smirk forms on your face as you admire him. his vision is immediately on your body, trailing over the smooth expanse of skin of your legs, shiny with a fresh slather of your favorite lotion. it smells heavenly, and you're sure he's noticed, too. you're not shy—you know exactly what you look like with the strap of your black slip dress lazily hanging off your shoulder. it reveals much of your arms and collarbone, and the length of the dress perfectly stops right before your upper thigh. sitting down makes it ride up even more, and he can see just a sliver of the lace panties hugging your hips. the lotion glistens over all of your body as you move amongst the dim lamp light. he was just too easy. but … you want to make him work for his reward.
"ah, ah, ah," you tut at him. seeing how he's literally ogling you right in front of your face, you feel the need to reel him back in quickly. you push his gaze back up to meet your eyes by lifting his chin gently with your foot, giggling with amusement when his eyes widen ever so slightly. "i didn't say you can look."
"y/n, i …" he gulps, his voice slightly gravely as the slow desperation begins to simmer in his belly—exactly what you want. you don't move your foot from under his chin as he tries to reason with you, "you … you're gorgeous."
you snicker a little, tapping your finger on your cheek like you're plotting something as you tease him with a sing-song voice, "hmm. that's cute, baby, but you'll have to try a little harder than that,"
his lips purse, waiting expectantly for what you have in store for him next. a thin sheen of sweat begins to form on his neck and his cheeks and ears begin to flush pink. he's so cute you almost want to just speed things up right then and there, but you're also enjoying making him suffer just a bit.
you take your foot and lightly drag down his neck, and clavicle, and chest, all the way down to his belly and eventually slowing down and stopping at the growing bulge in his pants. his breath hitches as you get further down, and he swallows hard when you press down just a little—eliciting the smallest groan from his pretty lips.
"hmm?" you smile when you hear how he breaks. you start to press a little harder into his crotch, and from your angle above him you can see how he clenches his fist, the muscles in his forearms flexing as he braces himself. it's too much, however, and he can't help himself from whining more.
he's so cute, you think to yourself, but you can't give in so easily either.
"y/n," he mewls at you, shutting his eyes tightly as he tries to keep focus, "please, i— just let me taste you."
your heart melts, once again proving you're just as weak to him as he is to you, "oh, love, you really want to? will you do a good job for me?" you bring your hand up to cup his cheek. he instantly nuzzles into your touch, eyes fluttering softly—just feeling any ounce of your warmth sends shivers down his spine as his lips slightly part, losing himself.
"yes, i'll do anything, i'll make you feel good, too," his voice takes on a more deeply sultry, drunken tone, practically drooling at the thought of even getting to touch you.
"okay, but i can't untie you yet. can you still do it?" you challenge him, and he instantly gives you a nod. how cute. at his agreement, you shift your body further down the chair and unfurl your legs, using a throw pillow to support your hips behind you. you do so nefariously slowly, making sure he savors every moment you grant him of the wonder that is your body. you can see just how intensely he's staring at you, feeling warmth pool up in between your legs. you wonder what's running through his mind—what he's thinking about doing with you. the anticipation makes your heart race.
locking eyes with you he shifts his body just a bit more so he can be as close to you as possible. you very much welcome his body heat against your exposed skin against the cool night air.
he begins by leaning in, hands still secure behind his back, and kissing your thigh. you like how you can see the thickness of his eyelashes from your angle, and you think the way his brow slightly furrows in concentration is effortlessly pretty. his lips against your skin tickle as he gets closer and closer to your core, leaving more prolonged kisses and bites higher up your inner thigh.
you can feel your heart race even faster as soon as he looks up at you for confirmation—as soon as you nod at him, eyes half-lidded and biting your lip ever so slightly, he presses the heat of his tongue against the already soaked fabric of your panties. they're thin enough that you can feel the wetness against the sensitive flesh and you shiver almost instantly, unable to control how your body jerks with just the slightest change in temperature. you can feel how he hesitates and his lips twitch as if he's trying to hold back a smirk, but you can't scold him fast enough before he continues to lap and suck at your pussy through the fabric. you shut your eyes, trying to ride out the excruciatingly sinful feeling traveling up your core. its not long before you feel the muscles in your thigh beginning to give out at how tensely you're holding yourself back from squeezing them around his head.
you can't help yourself from crying out, moaning with every sensation you feel of his mouth on you. he pulls away to meet your eyes once more, now with a sudden piercing liveliness to his warm brown eyes and a deeper flush to his cheeks than before. he looks positively entranced as his lips glisten with a mixture of your own slick and his saliva.
"baby, can you …" his low voice seems to signal at your slip covering your hip. you lift up the side of the dress to expose even more of your body and your tummy, and his brow furrows even more in admiration at just the sight of your skin. "gorgeous … i can't believe you're all mine …" he mumbles before he goes to bite at the side of your panties, hoping to grip onto them with his teeth. your breath hitches at his boldness—you aren't sure why you're so surprised he's actually doing what you asked, but you couldn't complain. you have to help him a bit to shimmy the fabric out from under you, but eventually he's able to pull down the lace with just his teeth. he flashes you a small smirk with the panties still in between his teeth, before he discards them somewhere off to the side. that's of no concern to you as the anticipation hits you again and you feel your belly twist from the excitement.
the cool air hits your exposed core and you barely get a moment to breathe before he has his lips back on you, not even hesitating for a moment. this second time hits you even harder without the fabric barrier, eliciting a pleasured shriek from your mouth before your pretty voice breaks down into desperate cries.
he's so eager to even get a taste of you, he doesn't give you room to adjust—his tongue is instantly lapping between your folds, warm and hot and sticky. this time you can't help it, your thighs squeeze around his head as you try to hold onto your sanity for a little longer. you throw your head back and lean into the back of your seat, allowing yourself to feel everything jungsu's mouth is doing. you have to hold onto the chair to steady yourself but you quickly realize how weak your grip is getting as you sink further into pleasure.
"f-fuck, baby, i- god, you're—you're so good," you can barely muster the words to praise him, voice breaking. he doesn't say anything, but instead hums a small noise in response and the vibration adds to the uncontrollable pleasure you're feeling. your hand is at his head lightly pulling his hair, trying your hardest not to grind into him as he continues to savor the taste of you between your folds.
its not long before you're panting and feel the coil in your belly squeezing tight. "j-jungsu, fuck, i'm— i'm close," you cry, barely holding it together. he takes his as signal to finally go even deeper with his tongue.
sooner or later, you're completely undone having finished over his lips. the wet slurping noises of jungsu taking in every drop of your wetness is resoundingly obscene in the quiet room around you, and you writhe in the high of your ecstasy as he continues to lap at you through it all.
when you finally return to reality, small beads of sweat dripping down your neck and your chest rising and falling with your labored breaths, jungsu smiles up at you with a gaze so loving you can't believe you were just taunting him minutes before.
"you're so pretty like this," he shifts back just a bit and rests his head against your thigh, looking up at your freshly dazed face. you can tell he's slipping back into his usual demeanor, and not his deeply obedient one that you had in the palm of your hand earlier. "did i do what you asked? was i good?"
you're still a little dizzy from the high, but you still reply with as much composure as you can, "mm, yes, baby … you're amazing …"
he blinks up at you with a sly yet adorable smile with his cheek still mushed up against your leg, lips glistening with sin on his tongue. you can see the gleam in his eye means he's about to say something cheeky.
warnings. established relationship, slow build up, first time sex, munch!joo, unprotected sex, hair pulling, oral sex, pet names (pretty/baby), overstimulation, fingering, multiple orgasms (f!rec), rough sex, they are both freaked out for each other
wc. 7k
a/n. helloo everyone!! i hope you enjoy my first ever fic :D this is honestly just an excuse to be Freaked out about jooyeon so i hope you can feel the passion behind my writing :)
it hasn't been long since you and jooyeon started staying at each other's place. you would occasionally find pieces of his clothing scattered somewhere in your apartment, and find your own in his. although you've only gone on a few dates, the two of you hit it off pretty quickly. he came off pretty intimidating at first, but those walls came down quickly once you figured out how easy it is to make him laugh.
sunlight peeked through window curtains, the wind making them flutter lightly. you breathe in a familiar scent, feeling warm limbs wrapped around your body. you reach up to rub your eye, still feeling groggy from the afternoon nap and hear a small grumble under you. a small smile spreads on your face as you look down at the man who is fully snuggled into your neck with his legs entangled with yours. you reach up to brush the hair out of his face, tucking a few strands behind his ear. jooyeon shakes his head softly in complaint and his eyes flutter open to look up at you.
"can we sleep for a little longer…" he groans out, tightening his grip around your body as he rubs his face back into your neck.
you giggle and run your hand in his hair, softly combing through the soft locks. "mmm i would say yes, but i think we napped a little too long." you respond softly, feeling him relax with your touch.
he lets out a grunt of acknowledgement, but keeps his firm grip around you. you wiggle around and laugh when he starts to whine. "fineee we can stay in bed for a bit longer… we can just order something for dinner." you say, stretching your arm over him to reach your phone on the nightstand, deciding to wake up with a healthy dose of social media scrolling. this motion causes you to flop onto your back, jooyeon quickly repositioning himself to be on top of you with his head now resting on your stomach, arms still wrapped around you.
your other hand stays in his hair, mindlessly petting him as you watch the short videos on your phone. jooyeon needs more time to wake up with eyes still closed, but conscious enough to be awake. it was too much work to reach over to grab his own phone and he didn't want to ask you to grab it considering how comfortable you (and him) currently are. he blinks his eyes open, untucking one of his hands from under you to wipe at his face. his hand rests on top of your stomach and flinches when he realizes he was touching bare skin.
"o-oh sorry.." his voice coming out gruffly, clearing his throat right after. your shirt had rode up at some point, exposing your belly. although you cuddle often, there's usually a barrier of clothing between, keeping things from getting too intimate. you jump a little at the contact, not used to the feeling of his touch against your skin, even if it was for a moment. you can feel him looking up at you, waiting for you to say something back.
"it's okay joo," you say, a light blush spreading across your cheeks. "i don't mind it."
he relaxes again, letting out a small sigh of relief. jooyeon sees your eyes following his hand that was hovering over your skin, waiting until you make eye contact with him again.
"can i keep touching you then? is that okay?" he asks softly, waiting for your permission. his hand rests on the bed, finger twitching slightly.
you grin at how he can't hide his excitement in his eyes and nod. "just don't tickle me or else i'm gonna fight back!" you tease and poke his cheek.
jooyeon smiles back before looking down at your exposed skin and placing his hand on it. he can't control the way his lips twitch in excitement, relishing in how warm you feel against his hand. his other hand on your back slips under your shirt, fingers gliding over the bumps of your spine as it slides to grip your side. the sensation makes you shiver a little, eliciting a small sorry from jooyeon. you continue to scroll on your phone, hoping it would distract you a bit from how sensitive you feel from his touch. his head is resting on your chest now as he continues to feel your skin. he tilts his head up, spotting your flushed ears.
"are you okay? your heart is beating a little fast." he says with a slight teasing tone. you look at him, starting to be conscious of your heartbeat through your ears.
"is it really?" you respond, failing to hide the slight embarrassment in your voice.
he grins to himself and places his head back down on your chest. his hand lifts up under your shirt to place his hand directly on your beating chest, feeling it slowly increase in speed. you to take deeper breaths to try and calm yourself down, stuttering a bit when you fail to hide it. he laughs through his nose, snuggling deeper into you as his hand presses up and down to find the ideal spot to feel your heartbeat.
"do you want me to stop?" he asks, eyes looking back up.
you want to say no just to escape how shy you're feeling, but you also don't want him to stop touching you at the same time. you fight those feelings and shake your head. "no… i like it. it's just a little embarrassing…" you mumble out.
he stretches up to place a soft kiss on your cheek and smiles. "well i think it's cute!"
your face flushes seeing the smug look he has on his face, directing your attention back to your phone. jooyeon repositions himself back, his hands continue to explore the planes and curves of your body. it all feels new to him, more so squeezing and feeling around out of curiosity. he slides a hand back up to check your heartbeat again, accidentally brushing against your boob. of course you aren't wearing a bra when you're relaxing at home, why would you? you let out a small yelp, not expecting your nipple to be brushed against and drop your phone to cover your mouth. his eyes widen and he quickly pulls down to grab your waist.
"o-oh my god. i'm sorry i didn't mean to touch… there." he panics, lifting his head to look at you with sincerity. "do you want me to stop, i'm sorry i-"
you cut him off by grabbing his head and shoving it into your neck, laughing out of embarrassment. he lets out a small gasp when you grab him, sending a shiver down your neck when his breath tickles your sensitive neck.
"no no no it's alright jooyeon i know you didn't mean to." you lift his head up, holding his face to look at him. his face is flushed and feels warm in your hands, his messy bed hair falling next to his eyes. his eyebrows furrow in worry, eyes trembling slightly as he reads your expression. you haven't gotten this far in terms of intimacy. even with kissing, it never went past a heated make-out session that was stopped before things went all the way.
"really! it's okay jooyeon," you look directly into his eyes, making sure your reassurance gets through to him. his eyes soften up as he lets out a small sigh. you both scan each other's face, bursting into soft laughter after seeing how embarrassed and nervous you look. jooyeon leans forward, tapping your forehead with his before flopping back down to relax next to you. his head presses down against the pillow, now hearing his sped up heart rate.
you place your hand back on his head, tapping the pads of your fingers with a fluttering motion. your eyes wander a bit as you think. jooyeon has been really good to you ever since you started officially dating, all of the time you make for each other feeling special. he knew you wanted to take things slow before you started dating, always reassuring you whenever you took steps forward in your relationship. you would be lying if you didn't consider going all the way before considering how attractive he was in those moments when you watched him try to control himself.
"hey joo…" you feel your heart rate increasing again as you muster the courage to say your thoughts.
"hmm?" he hums, turning his head towards you.
"did you want to… keep going?" you look at him, noticing how his adams apple bobs when you drag out the question.
his eyes flicker to your lips, eyes slightly widened from the sudden request. "like… you want me to keep touching you?" he sits up, leaning on his elbow and slowly places his other hand back on your waist. your stomach does a flip, feeling his touch again and hearing the change of tone in his voice. if he had a tail attached to him, it would be thumping against the bed loudly.
you nod and unconsciously lick your bottom lip, nervously blinking up at him. he felt his dick twitch from the way you were looking at him, noticing how your lip was shining after. you swear you could see his pupils widened a little through the bits of sunshine peeking through the window.
his hands travel down to your thighs, giving them a tighter squeeze before guiding them upwards to wrap around him before laying against your body again. you follow the motion and firmly interlock your legs around his body. he smooths his hands over your thighs, humming in satisfaction.
"so… squishy…" he thinks out loud, resting his head on your chest as he focuses on how you feel under his hands.
"i'm guessing that's a good thing?" his head rumbles as you giggle, making him grin widely.
"mhm… very good. i love it." he hums. his finger twitches when it brushes against the edge of your shorts before flicking it out to slide his fingers under your underwear. it's not like he hasn't touched your ass before. there have been butt slaps whenever you play fight or whenever you're ready to go somewhere and he endearingly taps your butt. this was way different, trying to grab as much as he can possibly hold. his breaths staggering, unable to hide his excitement as he takes in the warmth of your skin. jooyeon shifts down and pushes your shirt back up to reveal your belly, landing a soft kiss on top. he notices how easily you twitch and squirm with each kiss, feeling him smile with each one.
"so pretty… and cute…" he mutters as he continues to plant kisses all over. one hand is gripping your hip, tracing circles with his thumb and the other is slowly traveling upwards, pushing your shirt higher and higher. your breath stutters, tightening your lips to suppress any noises you might make as you watch him do what he wants. he kisses your stomach one more time before looking up at you with hooded eyes.
"can i take this off?" he tugs at your shirt that's practically pulled high enough to see the under of your boob. jooyeon's eyes already look blown out, his hard on pressing against the bed. you nod and lean upwards to help him pull it over your head. the sudden coolness of being topless makes you self conscious, jooyeon's focus on your chest exaggerating that feeling. his hands gently wrap around your boobs, causing you to whimper. he leans up to press his lips against yours for one deep kiss before tracing down your neck.
"you're so beautiful you know that?" he says in between kisses, rubbing a thumb against your nipple has he feels your boobs around in his hands. you whimper at the sensation, nipples perking from his touch and the cold air. your legs tighten around him, digging his hips down into the bed. he groans against your neck, licking up the wet spot he left. you grab the collar of his shirt and pull it up until he's looking at you again with glossy lips.
"this feels unfair," you pout. "i can't be the only topless one here!"
jooyeon smirks and sits up on his knees to pull his shirt off, tossing it over his head to be lost on the ground. he pushes his hair out of his face and plants his hands on top of your hips, taking in how you look under him. seeing him shirtless wasn't new, considering he liked to walk around his apartment with it off. that doesn't mean you didn't eye fuck him whenever you could. your eyes scan him up and down, noticing how far his veins went up his arm that flexed as he used it to prop himself up. his sweatpants hung low on his hips, a bit of his boxers peeking out from under. he notices your gaze, smirk not leaving his face.
"happy now?" he teases before closing in for a sweet kiss, making you giggle. "tell me if i'm going to fast baby." he peppers your face with quick kisses, brushing the hair that fell out of your face as his other hand wanders up to your chest again. you quickly wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him back in for a deeper kiss. jooyeon lets out a small, surprised noise, but is quick to deepen the kiss with you. he probes open your mouth with his tongue, his thumb back to toying with your nipple and the other hand gripping your hip hard. you moan from the sensation of your tongues intertwining, eliciting a whine from him as well.
jooyeon's hips push upwards, pressing his hard on against your core as the kiss gets more sloppy. you feel yourself trying to clench around it despite the layers of clothing between your bodies, tightening the grip your legs have around his hips. your eyebrows furrow, struggling to breathe a little from how intensely he's kissing. you run your fingers through his hair and pull on it, making him whimper. he finally lets up with the motion of you pulling, his face completely flushed and lips slightly swollen. his chest heaves against yours as you both catch your breaths. the grip he has on your hip makes you wonder if it's gonna leave marks in your skin.
"sorry i didn't pull that hard, did i?" you look at him through slightly glossy eyes as you catch your breath, stroking the back of his head.
he blinks rapidly, many thoughts running through his mind to figure out why he liked that so much. "yeah- i mean no- it wasn't-" he stumbles, pausing for a second.
"i liked it!" he blurts out, staring at you with widened eyes, shocking himself with his own confession.
a smile grows on your face, taking in his shy expression before pulling him into a tender kiss. he leans and presses his weight into you, not wanting to break the kiss again. your hands slide down from behind is neck to feel his chest, causing him to shiver against your touch.
"so you like this kind of stuff?" you say, jooyeon desperately trying to keep your lips connected. he whines in response and his hands move down to grip your hips to grind upwards. you moan at the friction, getting a little nervous feeling his size through the fabric. you wonder if your wetness seeped through your shorts and if he can notice.
"i like it… i just like you…" he huffs, "can't you see what you're doing to me? you're so beautiful, i want to see all of you.." his grip tightens as he tries to hold himself back. he promised you he wouldn't go too fast and seeing you flushed under him was making it really difficult to keep his composure. from the way you're looking at him with your swollen lips he caused, to the few strands of hair sticking to your rosy cheeks and how your chest rises and falls. it felt exciting knowing the effect he has on you.
you stare back, not knowing you were having the same thoughts. he doesn't realize how much of a mess he looks in front of you even though all you've done is kiss. you fix your gaze on his lips, hand reaching up to press a thumb on it. he softly kisses back, watching the way your eyes scan his face.
"you're so cute joo…" you say, jooyeon's face is just as flushed as yours, with small beads of sweat sliding down his temple. the hair he pushed out of his face is falling forward again, with some strands sticking near his hairline and neck. you slide your hand down slowly, tracing a finger over his adams apple as he gulps nervously. he follows the motion of your hand as you get lower and lower, skin twitching reactively when you slip your finger stops at his waistband. his breath hitches, head snapping back up to meet your gaze. you look at him with your hand ghosting over his bulge. jooyeon gulps nervously and just nods, hoping that would be enough approval for you to touch him.
"please, y/n." he pleads breathily, curving his back in hopes of pressing into your hand. you smirk hearing him barely being able to beg, watching how he's literally twitching with excitement. once you cup your hand over his bulge, he fails to bite back a moan and ruts his hip in search of more pressure. your fingers wrap around his length, giggling when you feel how it twitches under your touch. jooyeon feels dizzy, all of the blood rushing to his dick as he questions his sanity in that moment.
your heart is beating quickly, wondering if you're touching him right. the weight of his cock in your hand is unfamiliar and a bit intimidating. you play around with how much pressure to put, gauging how jooyeon's expression changes with each motion. at this point, his arms are shaking from keeping himself propped up. he struggles to hide his whines as his chest heaves, moaning louder when you grab harder through the fabric. suddenly, he grabs your wrist and plants it to your side. you look up at him, worried you did something wrong. he kisses you softly as he plays with the elastic of your waistband.
"i need to taste you right now. you'll let me do that won't you?" he asks sweetly, puppy eyes at max power. his fingers dance around on your hips, feeling your stomach flip at the request that felt more like a demand.
"i never had anyone go down on me before…" you hide behind your hands, legs unlocking as your body shrinks inward. jooyeon swears he can feel his brain exploding now knowing he'll be the first one to taste you.
"that's nothing to be embarrassed about baby. trust me, i'll make you feel so good." he reassures, reaching up to pull your hands away to see your face. he kisses you again before moving his hands down to slide your shorts off together with your panties. he trails the kisses down from your neck til he reaches your chest, teasing the nipple by blowing air on it before softly sucking on it. his teeth lightly graze the sensitive bud as he sits up. you whimper as you feel your panties unstick from your core, feeling exposed to the cold air. jooyeon takes a moment to admire the wet marks left on the fabric, holding himself back from shoving it inside his mouth.
"you're so wet for me…" his hands slide under your thighs to spread you open, noticing how your wet folds glistens under the light. you watch as he lowers himself, peppering quick kisses on your stomach and squeezing your flesh. he's going painfully slow, the hand on your thigh trailing down toward your core, sending shivers down your spine. your back arches up as you watch him get closer to your pussy, feeling his breath on your inner thigh.
jooyeon presses down on your clit with his thumb and pulls it up slightly to see your hole twitch, making you moan. his other hand keeps your leg from closing in as he admires you. a finger slides between your folds, gathering some slick before circling around your hole gently. your hips buck up chasing the sensation, heartbeat deafening in your ears. you prop yourself up on your elbows, gasping at the sight of seeing jooyeon's face so close to your pussy. he notices, looking up at you through hooded eyes and smiling before licking a stripe up. his tongue flattens out when it reaches your clit, shaking his head side to side and wrapping his lips around to suck lightly.
you yelp, thighs immediately clamping around his head, hand going down to grab his hair. he grunts, but doesn't let up and continues to lick at your clit. your hand clenches as you unconsciously pull on his soft locks, pushing his face harder into you, making him groan against your pussy. the way his mouth vibrates against you feels unreal, panting heavily as you barely process these new sensations.
"f-fuck! jooyeon-" you bite your lip moaning out, head sinking against the pillow. you feel him smirk against your core. his tongue probes your hole, savoring the taste of you as it coats his mouth. you look down at him, combing his hair out of his face to see his pupils blown out and nose scrunched up from pressing so hard against your clit. this sight makes you whimper louder as you grind your hips upwards. his hands slide to grab your ass, only stopping to take a breath after sucking on your clit hard, coming off with a filthy pop sound. in that split second of him getting air, you saw his mouth covered with your slick all the way down to his chin, making you whimper.
jooyeon could die right now and be the happiest man in the universe. there wasn't a single thought going through his mind now, using all of his focus on making you feel good and making sure he never forgets how you taste in his mouth. he probes your hole with his tongue again, pushing harder to get it inside. you knew his tongue was long, always laughing whenever he habitually did his rock star pose, but you never knew how he could use it in other ways. the feeling of his tongue inside shocks you, your thighs tightening around his head again, pushing his nose deeper into your clit. he sucks on your wet folds, feeling every crease, switching between his flattened tongue and toying with your sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue. his hands are massaging your thighs, eyes looking through his lashes to watch your expression change with each change of his mouth. he happily groans against your pussy as you pull at his scalp, eyes tearing up from the lack of air. his face is scrunched up as he continues to lap at your core, inserting his tongue back inside your hole and using his fingers to rub at your clit.
you scream out, the dual stimulation becoming to much for you, hips lifting from the bed as you cum hard. he groans as he tries to hold you down, face being smashed into your core. he doesn't let up, removing his tongue to lick upwards and softly suck at your clit. the stimulation becomes too much and you pull him off, causing him to whine in complaint.
your chest heaves as you come down from your high, finding the strength to lift your neck to look at him and his fucked out face. strands of hair stick to his forehead and neck, your wetness coating the flushed parts of his face. there are nail marks dug into your skin that sting a little from how hard he was holding you down. when you make eye contact, he lets out a breathy laugh and licks his lips. his hand comes up to wipe his face, looking down at the mess he helped you make. he's surprised he didn't come in his pants right then and there. the sight makes you wanna pass out, feeling the heat radiate off your face when you try to hide behind your hand.
"you taste really good." he smiles, his head leaning against your limp thigh. you smile back shyly, body still twitching from the after effects of your orgasm.
"that was… i don't even know what happened to me…" you take deep breaths in between, hand coming down to rest on his head again. you notice his eyelashes clumped together, wondering when his eyes teared up during all of that. he giggles at your comment, putting a comforting hand on your lower stomach hoping it would ease some of your trembling body.
"are you okay to keep going pretty?" he blinks at you, secretly hoping you don't say no.
you feel your stomach doing flips again, not used to hearing him use pet names. you nod before reaching out to pull jooyeon up to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue. his body is pressed up against yours, moaning as his painfully hard cock strains against his sweats. you reach down to pat his butt and tug on his waist band.
"take these off. i wanna make you feel good too." you say, struggling to pull his sweats past his hips. it was hard to hide his excitement, sitting up on his knees to pull them off, foot getting caught on the leg hole at some point. your eyes bulge out, zoning in on his dick standing in front of you. your mouth is gaped open a bit, seeing him bare for the first time. he notices how hard you're staring and smiles shyly.
you snap out of your daze, gathering the strength to sit up and guide jooyeon to sit back against the headboard. he settles on the pillows that were scattered by your squirming earlier, watching you intensely. you crawl between his legs, using his thighs as leverage. his dick rests against his stomach, precum beading at his tip. your heart beats as you get closer, studying the veins decorating his length. he has a good sized dick, pretty and slightly above average size as it stands. he doesn't realize he's holding his breath until you plant your hands on his abs, fingers moving over each bend and curve of the lean muscle. his eyes follow your movement, cock twitching when you reach his lower stomach, causing some precum to smear onto it.
you gently wrap your hand around the base of his cock, jooyeon's hips bucking immediately from the touch. he grips the bed tightly, trying not to come on the spot. you look up at him through your lashes, making sure he looks back before licking a stripe up the base of his length. he whines and immediately jerks upward to chase the feeling. your thumb presses down on his slit, spreading the wetness around and licking up into it. you feel his knees try to kick up from under your arms as you flatten your tongue against his tip before enclosing it in the warmth of your mouth. he throws his head back as he moans, hearing it thump against the headboard. you start jerking the base of his cock and swirl your tongue around, noticing his neck stretched upwards as he starts to breathing heavier. veins pop up on the side of his neck, his expression scrunched up tightly attempting to control the bucking of his hips.
your worries about not being able to make jooyeon feel good flies out the window, seeing the effect you have on him. you probably won't be able to take all of him in your mouth with your experience, but whatever you're doing now seems to be more than enough. you lift off with a wet, popping sound before easily stroking the full size. you focus your gaze on his cock, noticing he actually has a few small moles decorating the side of it. you always liked finding the moles scattered on his body and face, but it never occurred to you that you could also find them down there.
"your cock is so pretty joo…" you say, softly kiss the moles on his cock before sucking them. he looks down at you to see where you were kissing, mouth slightly gaped open as he pants. you take him into your mouth, making him buck up from the sudden sensation. your eyes widen and tear up as you choke a little, the vibrations around his cock making him whine loudly.
"s-sorry…" he huffs, reaching down to wipe a tear away with his thumb, caressing your cheek. you lean into his touch as you continue to jerk the part you can't reach with your mouth. the sight of him losing composure makes your stomach flip, feeling your wetness drip down your thigh.
"wait, come over here" he pulls your head off, gesturing to your lower body. you move where you are laying so he can reach over to your core, smiling when he sees how much of a mess it still is down there. you figure out how to take him into your mouth from the new position, feeling his hand squeeze your tit before sliding down to run his thick finger up your slit. you whine, still feeling sensitive from your previous orgasm and spread your leg wider for easier access. his finger gathers your slick as he probes your hole, appreciating how hot it feels.
"i'm gonna put a finger in okay?" he leans down to kiss your cheek before slowly inserting it inside. there wasn't as much resistance since his tongue loosened you up, but you still felt tight around his finger. he slowly moves his finger, palm pressing against your clit. you moan around his cock, grinding up into his hand as he stretches you out.
"fuck you're so tight-" he grunts, curling the pad of his finger up. he can feel you loosen up a little, adding another finger to cover in your wetness. jooyeon slowly squeezes another finger inside of your pussy, making you stop your own motions on his cock and moan against his skin. you look over, watching his veiny arm flex as he fingers you, listening to how filthy it sounds. he grins seeing you fall apart under him again, changing the angle of his fingers that were knuckles deep to find your sweet spot. you can feel something build up in your core and scream out when he hits the spot with his long fingers. his cock was no longer getting any attention, but it didn't matter to him. he just wanted to make you come on his fingers, the sound of your moans and wet hole like music to his ears. he bites his lip when he spots your pussy cream around his fingers, reminding himself to taste it after you come. your walls tighten and twitch, moans staggering as you feel yourself come undone.
"wait- fuck! i'm gonna-" you yelp, arching your back. he is arm flexes harder, hitting your g-spot with the pads of his fingers and watches your body freeze up as you orgasm. he lets out a satisfied groan as you squeeze around his fingers, pulling them out slowly. your hole twitches around nothing as you come down from your high. jooyeon brings his hand up and licks up the mess you made around his fingers. you gasp when he lifts you up to lay on your back, hooking your legs over his hips.
"but i didn't even make you come yet!" you look at his angry red cock that was still glistening a little from your own ministrations. he bends down to kiss you, hands getting busy with groping your body.
"that doesn't matter baby. if i'm gonna come it's gonna be from your pussy." he grunts in between desperate kisses, the filthy words making you blush. he grabs a pillow and shoves it under your ass and slaps his dick on your clit. it feels hot against your core, grinding your hips up to chase the weight of it. he grabs under your thighs and pushes it closer to your body, your hands coming up to keep them in place. the position makes you look up at him with a shy, yet fucked out expression, making his dick twitch.
"do you want me to get a condom?" his tone softer, kissing around your face. you have been on birth control for a good portion of your life, and he knew that since you would ask him to get it out of your bag occasionally. you shake your head, jooyeon failing to hide his happiness as his lip curls up into a smirk.
"i want to feel all of you for our first time…" you say, reaching down to guide his tip to cover it with your wetness. his hip stutters as he gasps, praying he doesn't come instantly.
"you're so sweet to me pretty." he kisses you one more time before sitting up to grab the base of his cock. you can feel your heart thumping out of your chest, making eye contact with him as he rubs the tip into your clit. your pussy clenches in anticipation, jooyeon guiding his cock down to your entrance. his hand clenches hard, trying to push in slowly as to not hurt you. your eyebrows furrow as he stretches you out, nails digging into your own skin. he focuses on your expression as he pushes his tip in, rubbing circles on your hip as you adjust. he feels like he's about to come right now despite only having a little past the tip in, your walls tightly throbbing around it. jooyeon's jaw was clenched so hard, veins straining up his neck, inching his tip back and forth, hoping you loosen up from the small motions.
you whimper with each movement, your walls starting to adjust to the stretch. you reach out to his hand on your hip, making him freeze. slight panic flashes across his face, scared he hurt you. you slip your fingers in between his before looking at him. "you can go deeper. i can take it."
his expression relaxes, tightening his hand around yours, pressing his body closer to kiss you tenderly. he deepens the kiss as he pushes his cock more, moaning against your mouth as it drags against your tight walls. your eyes roll at the sudden stretch, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. he pulls out before each thrust, which are getting deeper and deeper, pushing past that particular spot. his hand is gripping your hand so tightly, the pain of it off-setting the feeling of him stretching you out fully. he shudders when he finally sinks his entire length in you, the angle intensifying how deep he really feels.
"f-fuck, you feel so good…" he pulls away from the kiss, sinking his face next to your head, moaning directly into your ears. the heat of his breath against you makes you shiver, eyes rolling back as you clench around all of him. jooyeon keeps himself seated inside, giving you more time to really adjust around him, panting heavily as he tries not to come right there. with nothing separating your heats, you could feel every pulse and vein on his cock as he thrusts. the way he pulses his hips upwards reaches into the deepest parts of you, kissing your cervix. his panting is mixed with high pitched whining as he starts to pull out a little before thrusting back, your intertwined hands now pressed beside your sweaty bodies.
"you fill me up so good joo," you gasp with each motion, barely able to get your words out. you forget how sensitive you feel down there, experiencing two orgasms and now being stretched out by his long cock. the praises tickle his ear, making his hips buck up harshly, eliciting a loud whimper from you. as he increases the intensity of his thrusts, your eyes start to feel hazy, becoming a moaning mess under him. he lets go of your hand to hook his arms around your chest, bringing your sticky bodies even closer as he gets lost in his own thrusting. you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing kisses against it and sucking red marks into his skin. jooyeon's eyes are rolled back, mindlessly fucking into you, drooling into the pillows under his face. his moans are muffled as he feels you suck on his sensitive neck, making his hips stutter a bit.
you grab his hair harshly, making sure your mouth is right next to his ear. "go harder, i know how long you've been waiting to fuck me into the mattress joo," you whisper.
jooyeon groans at your demand, pupils blown out to oblivion. he pulls his length out all the way, the sudden loss of him making you whine. his cock pushes back into you, meeting no resistance as your hole welcomes him back easily. you bite down on his shoulder as he presses deep, the jolt of pain making him cry out. your hand is still entangled in his hair, other one lightly scratching at his shoulder. he's mumbling profanities as he moans, holding onto you tightly as he erratically thrusts. he doesn't even realize his eyes are watering from the pure ecstasy of everything you're doing to him. loud, wet smacking noises fill the room, mixed with both of your moaning. the base of his cock hits your clit as he fucks into you, using the position you're in to drive it deeper. you swear your cervix is going to be so sore after this, feeling his tip hit it with each thrust.
you make him turn his head to meet your kiss, faces pressing into each other from how fucked out you both were. "j-jooyeon… i'm close…" you gasp against his lips, meeting his gaze. his eyes were teary, eyebrows furrowed as he sloppily kisses you. you smile at the sight, using both of your hands to brush all of the hair sticking to his face to see more clearly.
"me t-too," he grunts, peppering kisses across your face. "where… where do you want me to- fuck!"
he slows down his thrusts, not wanting to cum before you answer. "shit… j-just anywhere… paint me with your cum joo," you whine, scratching at his back which were for sure leaving marks.
"gotta make you cum again first," he slowly pulls out before thrusting back in harshly, punching your body upwards. his hand snakes down to put a thumb to your clit, rubbing quickly with each deep stroke. you feel your climax building quickly, feeling overstimulated from everything happening at once. you throw your head back, legs locking around his hips as you reach your high, cumming with a drawn out moan.
"fuck- you're squeezing around me so tight… my pretty y/n…" his hips stutter as keeps thrusting through your high, feeling like his dick is gonna fall off from the grip your pussy has on him. you whine, calling out his name from the overstimulation, cunt fluttering around him, reaching down to hold his hip hoping he would slow down.
"i'm gonna cum- fuck," he bites his lip as he whimpers, thrusting a few more times before pulling out. his hand wraps around his length, jerking it quickly as he reaches his climax, cum shooting across your chest and hitting your mouth. his mouth gapes open as he paints you with his essence, his entire body trembling from finally releasing. you gasp as you feel the warmth of his cum hit your skin, licking up the parts that shoot onto your mouth. you're both twitching and panting loudly, jooyeon admiring his work seeing some of it slide off of your body and hit the bed.
your gazes meet and let out breathy laughs like you couldn't believe what just happened. he flops over to lay next to you, chest rising as he catches his breath post-orgasm. jooyeon turns, pulling you into a kiss, wincing when he tastes his own cum on your lips.
"you did so good baby," he mutters, pecking your lips. you giggle when you notice his small change in expression, wiping the cum pooling on your body. he notices the mess he made and flashes you a shy smile.
"oh… well you did say anywhere," he laughs, pouting at his comment. you let out a sigh, looking up at the ceiling still trying to catch your breath.
"we really made a mess… not gonna be excited about cleaning this up," you say, resting your eyes.
jooyeon giggles, feeling proud knowing he was the reason for it. you eyes shoot open and turn your head to the other. "wait, you only got to cum once."
he blinks, nodding his head. "it was a really good orgasm if that's what you're worried about." your arms shake as you prop yourself up, scooting your body to sit on his thighs, resting your hands on his hips. he looks a little shocked from the sudden movement, hands attaching to your waist. his eyes sparkle a little, seeing your boobs glisten in the light, body still damp from your sweat.
"you ready for round two?" you smirk, his dick already semi-hard from the question. he smiles back, sliding down to grab your hips, guiding your core over his cock. you get the message and easily sink his growing length in one swift movement, moaning out from the overstimulation.
"you're too good to me y/n…" he groans, brain overloading from being buried deep inside you again.
your hands are planted on his chest for support, hair falling forward. "show your appreciation by fucking into me pretty boy."
he smiles nervously, not knowing how long of a night this ends up being.
haiii haiii i just wanna tell you that i really enjoy your writing! and as for my own experiences reading fics for xh, u are absolutely one of the writers who wrote so well. i love reading them. like the words u use are perfect. its not too rush, but word by word are well written and in details. thank you so much! i hope ur day are filled with joy and love <333 u are so talented!
oh my gosh anon you are soooo sweet T _ T thank you so much!!! im glad you enjoy my writing that makes me so happy :') i hope u have the happiest days of your life
this is inspiring me to hopefully put out fics faster >:)
warnings. kind of softdom!jungsu, established relationship, thigh riding, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, pet names (baby), thick cock!jungsu, he just wants to make you feel good lol
wc. 5.3k
a/n. helloooo everyone!! i'm so sorry for taking so long to put this out T_T i've been procrastinating pretty bad and been going out, so i hope this doesn't feel ooc or rushed !! pls enjoy <3
life has a way to always prove to you that you may or may not be a pervert. but was it bad to think that way about your own lovely boyfriend? you laid spread out in bed pondering as you blankly stared at the roof. it was your day off, opting to laze around after a long week. you didn't have much energy to catch up on any chores, and the only time you got to see jungsu was at night with both of your schedules being so busy. although you're usually the one to come home first, you rarely got to greet jungsu whenever his schedule was filled up. with work taking your energy away, you're usually fast asleep by the time he comes home. there are times where you wake up briefly to him kissing you on the cheek when he comes home super late at night, him urging you to go back to sleep if you try to stay awake. you sighed thinking about it, letting the sound of the fan buzzing fill the empty space.
you felt your phone buzz beside you, turning over to check the notification. your cheeks swelled up into a smile when you saw who it was from, unlocking your phone quickly.
my cutie jungsu ♡: hi baby :-) im otw home!! got things done early
you: yay!!!!!!! i cant wait to see u i miss u so much :((
my cutie jungsu ♡: [IMG_626]
my cutie jungsu ♡: i miss you too :-( i didnt get to show u my outfit before i left cuz i wanted u to sleep in
you gasp and kick your feet excitedly seeing the selfie he sent. the picture was taken at a higher angle, only showing the lower half of his face. your eyes zone in on his plump, pink lips that were pursed up cutely. he was sat down, showing off his outfit of the day, arm slumped in between his legs that were spread apart. the shirt he had on was loosely fit, draping off slightly to expose a bit of his neck and collarbone. your eyes widened as they wandered down to look at the pants he had on, the flesh of his thighs exposed through the rips and holes. you thank gravity for the visual of his muscles fighting to stay contained in the fabric that was more tight around his thighs. veins subtly trailed up the hand that was resting in between his legs, wrist decorated with a few dainty bracelets. you gulp nervously, stopping yourself from drooling on yourself as you burned the image of his thighs into your mind.
you swipe out and shake your head realizing you didn't respond yet, reacting the picture with a heart.
you: why do you look so sexy today bebe its like you want me to eat you up >:)
the typing bubble pops in and out, smiling to yourself when you imagine his face heating up from your sudden attack. you never held back expressing your love towards jungsu, especially your attraction. it would be hard not to if you had someone like him in your life. he was always shy whenever you would complment him or randomly attack him with kisses. seeing his face flush quickly and his eyes flutter when he was embarrassed only fueled you to do it as much as you can. it's not like you were the only one doing this though!
even you struggled a bit to get used to how clingy he got throughout the relationship. if jungsu wasn't touching you in some way, he would die. he loved holding your hand or having his arm around your shoulders whenever you're outside, overcoming the inital shyness of PDA over time. even at home, he needs to have atleast one body part to be touching yours. if you're sitting next to each other, his hand is resting on your thigh. if you're cuddling in bed, he's using all of his long limbs to trap you so you don't leave. if you're sitting there existing, he'll get cuteness aggression and squish your face like it were made of mochi. your favorite thing he does is when he rubs his head against yours, appearing the most cat-like in those moments. after a few minutes of the bubble popping in and out, jungsu is only able to send a flushed emoji back, making you giggle.
your head perks up when you hear the sound of the door being unlocked. quickly rolling out of bed, your socks slide against the floor as you try to greet him before he opens the door.
"i'm home!" jungsu calls out as he swings the door open, looking down as he slips his shoes off. he didn't even get a chance to close the door behind him before you jumped up to wrap your arms around his neck, dragging him into an embrace. this squeezes a small grunt of surprise out of him, his arms immediately reaching around you. you take the chance to hold his face and pepper sweet kisses all over it, making him giggle.
"i missed you too." he reciprocates the smooches, making sure the last kiss lasts a few seconds longer on your lips. you let out a small chuckle and beam back at him before giving him space to put his things down and take his shoes off. the other isn't even able to take another step forward, immediately latching onto him and burying your face in his neck. you feel yourself relaxing into him as you take in his warmth and scent, arms tightly wrapped around his waist.
"i'm happy you're off early. i missed you so much, i barely get to be awake to see you jungsu…" you whine, rocking him side to side. his hands are gentle, positioned on your hips as he follows your movement.
"and we both have a day off tomorrow. the world heard our prayers and finally lined our schedules up." he smiled, pushing forward to make you waddle into the living room, plopping onto the couch. you let go for a brief moment to look down at him, scanning over the outfit you saw in his text earlier. his thighs expand as they press into the cushion, opening up the stringy holes that decorate the front of the jeans. your eyes meet, his head tilting slightly, wondering why you aren't sitting down with him.
you place your hands on his broad shoulders for support as you sit down on his lap. his mouth twitches into a smirk, holding onto your waist to help you keep stable. the texture of his jeans against the skin of your legs sends a shiver down your spine, the thin fabric of your shorts doing nothing to separate your bottom from where you sit. during all of this, you haven't said a word, making the other scan for your expression.
"what's my cutie been up to today?" he asks softly, thumbs rubbing comfortable circles where he held. you notice how his eyes sparkle as you gaze at each other, making you smile.
"hmm… slept in… thought about you." you kiss him softly, hands sliding down to rest on his chest as you lean back to study his outfit. his ears are flushed into a soft pink, breath hitching subtly when he feels your hands stop at his chest.
"especially after you sent that selfie," one hand trails down, stopping at the top of his thigh, the other following the movement. your nail scrapes over the rips, tickling the skin underneath and making his leg twitch under you. "when did you even get a pair of jeans like this?" jungsu gulps nervously from your change of demeanor and touch, eyes trembling.
"i-i got them a while ago. just haven't gotten around to wearing them until now." the pads of his fingers tap against you, his face feeling more hot as he notices how you're looking at him as you hum in response. it was so cute to see how easy it was to make jungsu blush, your lips curling into a smile. you reposition yourself to sit on one thigh, squeezing down on the one you were already touching as you used it as leverage. your face twitches, fighting back a whine when you feel his muscle twitch against your core.
your hand drags down to a bigger rip, toying with the frays and feel the skin peeking out, smooth in comparison to the rough texture of the jeans. "these jeans are cute. you fill them out nicely." you say failing to hide the lustful tone in your voice. "i guess i can thank your daily runs for that?" you feign innocence, tilting your head at him and bat your lashes.
jungsu's eyes flutter back, blinks becoming quick and uneven. "yeah- the runs… glad you noticed," his lips quivering into a shy smile. the male's chest starts to rise harder, eyes quivering as they dart back and forth between your face and where you touch him. you press your lips against his, the grip on your waist tightening as you start to lean into him. his lips feel soft, tasting remnants of his lip balm, humming in satisfaction when you being to deepen the kiss. as you close in the distance between your bodies, your knee lightly bumps against his center, making the other whimper. this sends shivers down to your core, laughing softly hearing him fight back his own noises.
he pulls you back and gasps for air, face flushed a deep red, and lips slightly swollen. your gaze doesn't hide the lewd thoughts running through your mind, feeling a little disappointed that he pulled you off of him. you shift your weight to press your core into the muscle of his thigh. his hard on is visible against the tight material of his jeans, pushing your knee as you subtly rotate your hips around.
"what's going on with you baby? did you miss me that badly?" he teases, pulling you down by the waist when he notices you practically riding his thigh. your face scrunches up, letting out a moan as his muscle digs into your core, pushing the fabric of your bottoms into your folds. jungsu smirks, seeing you desperately get off from just his thigh. the pleading look on your face makes his breath hitch, dick twitching against the confinements of his jeans.
"of course i did… you even show up wearing- this!" you pout, tugging at one of the rips. he laughs softly, kissing you on the cheek before sliding his hands down to your exposed thighs. your hips twitch, chasing the warmth of touch. he squeezes the soft flesh, slowly making his way towards your ass and dragging it down to guide your movement. there's a cocky smile that doesn't leave his face as he watches you whine against him.
"you're so cute… all riled up because of me," he says with a low voice, fingers toying with the hem of your underwear, pulling it back to apply pressure against your clit. you whimper, grabbing his shoulder tightly to stop yourself from falling onto him. a finger hooks around your panties, keeping it tugged against your core, hands guiding you to grind against his thigh harder. jungsu's breaths are heavy, lips slightly parted as he studies your expression with each flex of his muscle.
"fuck jungsu…" it's difficult to hold back your moans, clit sensitive to every guided motion of your hips. his shirt is bunched up under your fist as you steady yourself, throwing your head back. he quickly takes the chance to attach his lips to your neck, groaning while he decorates it with blooming red marks. as your movements intensify, your knee inadvertently rubs against his hard on straining through the rough fabric. he peppers kisses up your neck, stifling his own moans to take the noises you make — your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer to you. he's practically buried his face into your hair as you whine directly in his ear.
"come on baby, i know you can go harder," he growls against you, making your back curve more in attempt to get a wider range of motion. "you're so needy… getting off on my thigh."
at this point, your slick has leaked through all the way to the surface of his jeans. his grip on your ass is sure to leave marks on your skin, using a considerable amount of strength to guide you to your climax. your breath stutters as you feel yourself getting closer, the other smiling when he hears your moans getting higher pitched. you stumble profanities, your arms tightening around jungsu as you use all of your pent up energy to grind faster.
he whispers sweet praises in your ears as you seize, crying out in pleasure as you cum, your bottom half twitching almost violently. jungsu's hands slip out from under your shorts, one supporting you from your lower back and the other going up to hold your head against his shoulder.
"you did so good for me," he says with a gentle voice, brushing the hair out of your face before kissing your temple. the twitching of your hips causes your clit to bump against where you sit, whining from the shots of overstimulation. the hand on your back rubs soothing circles as you catch your breath, jungsu continuing to pepper kisses over face. you lean back enough to capture his lips with yours, immediately groaning into it as your tongues intertwine in a deep kiss. you can feel him smile against you, amused at how quick you recovered.
your hand snakes down, lightly squeezing his chest first, then landing on his very prominent bulge. the sensation startles him a little, bucking his hips into your touch. your thumb traces over the tip, playing with the wet spot that formed. he lets out a particularly loud groan that makes you feel tingly, hole twitching in anticipation. you lightly tug at his plump bottom lip before pulling away, grabbing as much of his length as you can through the fabric.
"i need you to fuck me right now," you say softly against his ear with enough sterness in your voice to get the demand across. his expression darkens, whispers sending shivers straight down to his dick. you weren't one to ask him so explicitly, but knowing how desperate both of you were, it felt like the only right way to do it. he grabs hold of your wrist and puts it back on his chest, not wanting to cum in his pants (even though he almost did earlier).
"easy baby, i gotta stretch you out first." he lets out a soft hearted laugh seeing you whine in frustration. "you know it's been a while."
he feigns a sense of self-control, hands moving impatiently to take your bottons off and opting to pull them to the side, smirking at the how soaked they were. he traces his thick finger up your slit, coating it in your wetness before teasing your hole. his gaze is focused on you, watching your face contort in pleasure and feeling you tremble with the other hand that's keeping you held up. your thighs shake, attempting to keep yourself up, using his broad shoulder as a head rest. you moan loudly, his finger slipping into your throbbing hole — jungsu's eyebrows furrow at how tightly you're clamping around him, mouth hanging open as he groans. it takes a few shallow pumps of his finger until he can slip the entirety of it, hooking the tip against the soft spot. you claw at his chest, muffling your whimpers into his shirt that soaks up some of the drool.
"you're soaked… did you make yourself cum that hard on my thigh?" he says, slight mocking tone seeping through. "my cute y/n… let me make you feel good with my fingers, yeah?"
it doesn't take much for him to fit a second finger in, your hips grinding into the palm of his hand as you feel him stretch you out. his fingers feel so big inside of you, the sensations being amplified from your previous orgasm. he bites his lip into a smirk as he sets a gentle pace, occasionally making a scissor motion to make sure you were really stretched out for him. after all, his cock is on the thicker side and he knows you'll hurt yourself trying to impatiently fit all of him.
"c'mon y/n i know you can cum on my fingers. you came so well on my thigh…" he teases with a low voice. the sounds of his fingers in you fill the room along with your drawn out moans.
he hits a particular spot, making your entire body jolt, biting onto his shoulder to stop yourself from screaming out too loud. he winces from the sting, forearm flexing as he continues to thrust his fingers against the same spot. his free hand reaches up to lift your head so that you're looking at each other, softly kissing you. you attempt to kiss back, only able to moan into his mouth as you feel your climax approaching quickly as the pads of his fingers continue to hit your g-spot. he doesn't let up, increasing the speed of his fingers, palm pressing harshly against your clit.
"o-oh my… f-fuckk i'm close-" profanities are slurred together, eyes clenching as your orgasm creeps up on you. jungsu is locked in on your changing expression, his own body shaking from how hard he was pumping his fingers in you. you cry out as you cum, your entire body trembling as that lightning sensation runs through. he groans with you, savouring how you twitch around his fingers, your hole gripping around tightly.
"shit… you did so good baby," he wiggles his fingers a little, making you whine out from the overstimulation. you feel lightheaded from the praise, going limp against him as you pant heavily. your hands shake, attempting to undo his belt, but fail as they fumble around. the male laughs, slowly pulling his fingers out and admiring the sticky mess you left behind. he uses his other hand to easily pull the belt off, unzipping to pull his cock out. his face scrunches, mixing his precum with the mess left on his hand, shuddering as he breathes out. you lick your lips as you watch him stroke his thick length, resisting the urge to throw your leg and sinking it all in one go.
he hisses as he squeezes the base, twitching from sensitivity. you nudge at him, eyes desperate and pleading when your gazes meet. all you can think about is having him inside of you after so long, despite barely being able to keep yourself up straight. a hand comes up to guide your leg over so that you're sitting comfortably in his lap, dick pressed hotly against your ass. your thighs shake as you lift your hips for jungsu to pull your shorts to the side again, your hand reaching down to direct the tip of his cock to your eager hole.
jungsu clenches his jaw suppressing a moan, collecting your slick as it slips between your folds. when you begin to sink down on him, his hands are quick to grip your ass — mouth gaping open as you barely stretch around him. you bite your lip, getting past the initial burning sensation, letting out a heavy sigh when you envelop the tip of his cock.
"slowly baby…i don't want you to- fuck… hurt yourself," he notices your glassy eyes, a thumb coming up to wipe away a tear that forms in the corner. it's taking all of jungsu's willpower to not thrust upwards, wanting to let you take your time. you whine, nodding against the hand that rests on your face as you pulse your hips, slowly getting used to his width. the warmth of your insides is driving jungsu insane, eyes slightly blown out when he watches his length disappear into you, feeling every twitch of your tight pussy.
your fingers feel for the base of his dick, determining how much left of him you have to take. "why is your stupid cock so big for," you furrow your eyebrows. his chest shakes letting out a breathy laugh, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. it feels like there's so much of him in you already, yet you've only gone down half his length, struggling to adapt to his thickness.
your eyebrows furrow in frustration, just wanting to have all of him inside you. you take a deep breath, gripping his shoulders before you quickly press your hips down, taking the rest of his cock. the sudden stretch makes you cry out, jungsu throwing his head against the couch. his nails dig into the soft flesh of your ass, eyes shut tightly as he tries not to cum on the spot.
"g-god you're so fucking tight-" he groans, the sensation sending chills throughout his entire body. you're filled to the brim, the girth of his dick stretching you out in a way that makes you roll your eyes back in pleasure. your arms shake when you claw at the couch cushions, giving in to your fatigue and falling limp against the male's broad chest. a hand slides around and rests on the back of your head, pulling strands of hair sticking to your sweaty skin away.
the burning sensation goes away after some time, curving your back as you weakly move your hips in small circles. the position pushes his dick deeper, reaching spots his fingers couldn't earlier. you attempt to lift your hips as much as you can, but accidentally slamming down when you lose strength. tears form in the corners of your eyes as you cry out — the intensity of the thrust punching the air out of jungsu's lungs. he pushes your head under his, moans muffling against your hair, dick twitching against your gummy insides. your nose is filled with the smell of his sweat mixed cologne, pressing hot kisses on his neck.
"please jungsu… too tired…" you paw at his chest, lifting your head to look at the other's flushed face. "i need you to fuck into me, please."
his eyes widen for a second, processing your demand before wrapping his arms around you, restricting your arms to your sides. he slides his body down enough to firmly plant his feet against the floor, the motion making his hips buck up. you yelp from the sudden change, mouth hanging open as he starts to thrust intensely. the room fills with lewd sounds of your skin slapping together, each thrust punching loud moans out of you as he groans against you.
"you're so good to me- fuck… your pussy is never gonna forget the shape of my dick after this, i'll make sure of it." he grunts against your ear, emphasizing the promise with slow, concentrated thrusts. he smirks when your walls tighten in excitement, only being able to whine pathetically against him. your mind is blanked out, focusing on how his cock stretches you out perfectly, hitting your sweet spot. he knows you're getting close again with your moans getting higher, increasing the pace.
"f-fuck don't.. please don't s-stop jungsu-" your words melt together, clawing at nothing, his hold too tight around your arms. his eyes shut tightly, feeling his own climax coming. you cry out loudly as you cum, pussy spasming around his cock. jungsu's mouth hang open, bucking his hips roughly before painting your insides. it feels hot, whining as you feel some of it spill out of you. he flinches from the overstimulation when you clench around him tightly, not wanting any more of his cum to leak out. this is the reward you deserve after the week you had and you sure as hell aren't letting it go to waste.
jungsu's brain feels like static, only able to focus on how he can feel every twitch of your walls that don't want to let go. it dawns on him how long it has actually been since you were able to have mind-numbing sex, not feeling satisfied with one round. he missed you so much and had felt so bad when he didn't have time to even talk to you when work was particularly busy. surely he can't stop now if he wants to make it up to you, right?
he peppers soft kisses around your face, lightly squeezing your ass. "you did so good baby… you can go another round right?" there's a hint of desperation in his voice as he goes in to deepen the kiss. he tests the water, pushing your hips down into his cock, making you whine out. another thing you can thank (and curse) jungsu's daily runs for was his increased stamina. the buzzing feeling of your orgasms haven't washed away yet, feeling his length harden again inside of you as he slowly pulses his hips.
you pull back from the kiss with teary eyes and give him a simple nod. what you didn't know was that jungsu's mind was filled with different ways he could fuck you on this couch alone, nervously laughing when you spot his blown out pupils. his hands slide up to your waist, lifting you off of his length before flipping you onto your back. the sudden loss of him makes you yelp, panicking when you feel some of his essence dripping out. he's quick to grab the back of your knees, dragging your drenched bottoms off and propping your hips up with a stray pillow before anymore fluids fall onto the couch.
you hide behind your hands, embarassed at how intensely he's looking at your pussy. he pulls his shirt off, oggling at his chest through the cracks of your fingers, the dampness of his skin accentuating the curves of the muscle. his adam's apple bobs, using a finger to spread open your folds and admiring your sensitive, twitching hole.
"hold yourself up for me. you can do that, right baby?" he grabs your wrist, placing it under the bend of your knees, your other hand coming up to do the same. his dick twitches, appreciating how fucked out you look under him, eyes full of anticipation as you wait for his next move. the cushions dip as he mounts you, hands planted by your head. your hips buck when you feel his heavy cock rest on top of your heat, gulping nervously under his intense stare.
"since you missed me so much," he pauses, pressing his lips against yours, "i'm gonna fuck you into this couch until the only thing you can think about is my cock." his grits, easily sliding his entire length into your stretched hole. you squeak, the impact of him pushing his weight into you preventing any noise from leaving your body. he stills for a second, dropping to his elbows as he reaches even deeper than before. the couch dips under the weight of his arms as he slowly pulls out until only the tip remains, grunting as he slams his hips down. your eyes roll back, the male not giving you any time to rest as he keeps this slow, but intense pace against your heat.
everything feels hot, your bodies sticky where they touch as jungsu mindlessly fucks you into the couch, whispering sweet praises into your ear with each thrust. his body is so pressed into you that you don't even have to hold up your legs anymore and let gravity do its work. your trembling hands come up to claw at his back, feeling it flex under your fingers.
"f-fuck, i know you can take more than this," he starts to pick up the pace, using one hand to bring your ass closer, the tip of his cock repeatively hitting the deepest part of your insides. you're only able to moan and curse in response, leaving claw streaks down his back that sting against the air. jungsu has always been strong, but it has been more apparent than right now, your skin slapping loudly together as his thrusts get quicker.
"you… y-you're so- fucking deep," your voice cracks, pressing your forehead against his shoulder when you pull him closer. "it's too- ngh… too much-"
he lets out a smug laugh, elbows dipping into the cushion as he cages around your body. "you can handle it baby. you've taken so much of me already," his words feel hot against your ear, pressure building up as your climax approaches. you feel like your entire body is buzzing, legs aching from the stretch as he continues to hit that sweet spot in your insides.
"j-jungsu, i'm so close… fuck-" you whimper, weakly slapping his back before digging your nails into them when you feel his thrusts intensify. his arms wrap around your chest, bringing you closer, eyes shut tightly as he groans.
"shit you're so fucking tight… cum on my cock baby, let me fill you up again." he nips at your ear, thrusts becoming erratic as he feels his orgasm creep up. you feel lightheaded as he presses his weight into you, moans rising in pitch. the way your body is curled in puts more pressure on your insides, his cock angled perfectly as it easily slides in and out of your pussy.
"i-i'm cumming- fuck fuck fu-" you cry out, body freezing for a second as your walls clamp down on his length, twitching intensely. jungsu groans feeling you tighten around him, but continues to piston his hip to chase his own high. you squirm under him, the overstimulation becoming too much for you. he places kisses against your head, whispered shushes tickling your ears as his hips start to stutter.
"my pretty y/n- fuck… gonna fill you up…" he moans loudly, using the rest of his energy for a few slow, but powerful thrusts, dick twitching as he fills your hole with his cum. his hips still against yours, hands coming to bring you into a kiss that you weakly whine into. your toes curl in the air, all of the soreness hitting the lower half of your body as you come down from your high.
you take a deep breath as he pulls away, watching his arms shake as he slowly sits up on his knees. your body goes limp against his, whining when you feel his cock inside of you as he moves. his chest heaves, making sure he memorizes how fucked out you look under him. his gaze falls to where you're connected, the sticky mess coating most of your lower parts and a noticeable transluscent white ring that formed around the base of his length.
"i'm pulling out baby," he places a comforting hand on your tummy, carefully retracting his hips. your hips twitch upwards, hole grasping around nothing when he fully pulls out. jungsu swears he can feel his pupils dilate when he sees his cum slowly spill out of you, throat bobbing as he controls himself.
you let out a breathy laugh, body fully slumped against the couch. he smiles back, taking some tissues and wiping up the mess you made, ignoring how some of it already leaked onto the cushions. you grunt as he squeezes himself between you and the back of the couch, pulling you to lay over him. you relax against him, his arms lazily draped over you.
the room is filled with a comfortable silence as you both catch your breath, feeling his chest rise and fall under your head. the weight of his hand is comfortable against your back, legs tangled together.
"take out for dinner?" your voice is hoarse, making you cough a little. he giggles, patting your head softly.
"whatever you want. you deserve it," jungsu kisses your forehead, the warmth of it making you smile.
yes, this is primarily an xh writing account ^^; i dont have as much interest in other groups as much as xh atm so it would be difficult for me to try to do so
⌗ pornstar!jooyeon 𝓍 fem!reader ; smut ──── 1.0k words
📸: sub!reader, (unprotected) midnight sex, dacryphilia kink, impact play (f!rec), overstimulation, multiple orgasms (f!rec), pet names, sprinkle of foot fetish, mention of cunnilingus
( prologue ⋮ masterlist )
JOOYEON STILL HASN’T TURNED THE CAMERA ON; the realisation hits you after one more orgasm washes over you.
“Jooyeon,” you pant, pushing yourself up onto your elbows, lightheaded and dripping with sweat on different places of your body. “We’re still not filming. Turn it on.”
“Don’t rush the process, baby.” Jooyeon replies casually and proceeds to plant lazy kisses along the inside of your thigh.
His mouth is warm and slick from your arousal, heating you further as his lips slowly move higher and higher until your leg is raised from the bed, dangling against his chest.
“I’m not here to hang out,” you say, trying to keep your voice unyielding. “Or do anything that’s not for… work purposes.”
He smirks, like you just said something funny. “So professional,” he teases before kissing your big toe, wrapping his puffy lips around it. The wet drag of his tongue makes your breath stutter, and when he presses an open mouthed kiss to your arch, a shiver runs through you so strong you almost quiver.
“If… we don’t start filming soon,” you warn, though it sounds weak and far from commanding. “We’re just going to complicate things.”
His expression shifts as your poor attempt for control only amuses him more. But there’s no response - only the sharp crack of his palm against your thigh. The sting blooms instantly, forcing a gasp from you.
“You just can’t wait to show them what a slut you are, huh?”
Another smack; just above the first, but harsher.
You mewl, legs twitching and opening wider as he strikes again - the other thigh this time.
“Made your pussy drip,” he drawls, dragging his fingertips over the reddened area before delivering one more slap, deliberate and hard. “And you’re already so eager to show everyone, hm?”
Your skin warms beneath his strikes, a flush that matches the looming heat beneath it. He has a strong touch, each hit stings, but leaves you craving more.
He chuckles, running a hand through his hair. Then, he reaches for the camera, pressing record before setting it down on the nightstand, perfectly angled.
When he pushes himself inside you, the sting of his last slap still burns across your skin. The dual sensation - the heat and the sudden stretch from his size - makes you cry out in immense pleasure.
You haven’t felt this full in so long and your brain stuggles to process the rush. It’s pathetic, you think. Perhaps you’d have more control if you’d let someone else touch you after the breakup, but you didn’t.
“Holy fuck…” Jooyeon exhales in awe as he slowly sinks deeper; your spasming walls grip onto him like they never want to let go. He pauses for a second, just to feel the way you throb around him before grinding forward; he missed that sensation so much. “God, I missed this pussy… so fuckin’ tight, baby. Shit…” His head tips back, brows furrowed.
Unable to resist, he builds a strong rhythm, some of the thrusts accompanied by steady smacks of his heavy palm against your thigh or hip; the sounds clash with the wet slap of your bodies colliding.
Your mouth falls open then your eyes roll back, the rush electrifying every nerve in your body; the unbearable pleasure floods your system until your mind turns into white nothingness.
Your next breath shatters; you convulse violently, pussy clenching as his fingertips dig into your hips to hold you down.
Jooyeon groans, savouring every twitch, every broken moan - proof that maybe… you still need him as much as he needs you.
“My messy girl,” he laughs quietly, voice ragged and taunting, “couldn’t last even a minute.” His ruthless hips start to revive the pace, denying you reprieve. “Fuck, you’re dripping wet for me… so tight, so good. Just like I remember.”
The look on his face is pure bliss - eyes, half lidded, dark and obssessive, lips parted in hunger. Soon enough, he shifts his weight, pinning you beneath him; your wrists are suddenly caught in his grip above your head.
Now, his words transform into a deep growl at your ear: “My favorite cunt… bet she missed me too.”
“I don’t think I can… t-too much—”
“Shh, you can.” His tone slices through your weak protest. “You will.” He angles his hips, slamming into the spot he remembers that makes your vision blur.
One of his hands sneaks between your bodies that are glued together with sweat, his fingers find your clit. They circle mercilessly, stimulating every raw nerve.
“I can feel it, baby…” he whispers viciously, watching your eyes water from the rush. “You’re going to cum again.”
The tears streak down your cheeks and his smirk deepens.
“Aw, why are you crying?” His thrusts continue crashing hard and powerful. “No one takes it like you. No one, baby.” He leans further, lips grazing the shell of your ear. “You’re perfect.”
“Keep going,” you plead out of breath. “Don’t s-stop—“
And then, the orgasm rips through you, hot and staggering, shaking your whole body.
“That’s it—fuck…” A groan of fascination slips through Jooyeon’s throat, every vein in his neck straining as he holds back his own urge for release. “I can never get enough of this.” Without pressure, his hand moves to take a hold of your jaw.
Your face is wet, your lips separated in soundless cries. His palm shifts, not for a strike, but to brush away the tears. “I want to fuck you all night long,” he says, voice softening by the sight of you.
“Just give me five minutes,” you murmur, panting like the air in your lungs isn’t nearly enough. “And we’ll continue.”
He leans in, pressing his lips to your damp forehead; a touch so gentle and different than everything you’ve seen from him tonight. His fingers tangle with yours as you let the silent minutes pass.
In that quiet moment, you know it - and he knows it too; no words are needed. This video won’t make it to the internet. Maybe half of it… but definitely not the full version.
warnings. established relationship, slow build up, first time sex, munch!joo, unprotected sex, hair pulling, oral sex, pet names (pretty/baby), overstimulation, fingering, multiple orgasms (f!rec), rough sex, they are both freaked out for each other
wc. 7k
a/n. helloo everyone!! i hope you enjoy my first ever fic :D this is honestly just an excuse to be Freaked out about jooyeon so i hope you can feel the passion behind my writing :)
it hasn't been long since you and jooyeon started staying at each other's place. you would occasionally find pieces of his clothing scattered somewhere in your apartment, and find your own in his. although you've only gone on a few dates, the two of you hit it off pretty quickly. he came off pretty intimidating at first, but those walls came down quickly once you figured out how easy it is to make him laugh.
sunlight peeked through window curtains, the wind making them flutter lightly. you breathe in a familiar scent, feeling warm limbs wrapped around your body. you reach up to rub your eye, still feeling groggy from the afternoon nap and hear a small grumble under you. a small smile spreads on your face as you look down at the man who is fully snuggled into your neck with his legs entangled with yours. you reach up to brush the hair out of his face, tucking a few strands behind his ear. jooyeon shakes his head softly in complaint and his eyes flutter open to look up at you.
"can we sleep for a little longer…" he groans out, tightening his grip around your body as he rubs his face back into your neck.
you giggle and run your hand in his hair, softly combing through the soft locks. "mmm i would say yes, but i think we napped a little too long." you respond softly, feeling him relax with your touch.
he lets out a grunt of acknowledgement, but keeps his firm grip around you. you wiggle around and laugh when he starts to whine. "fineee we can stay in bed for a bit longer… we can just order something for dinner." you say, stretching your arm over him to reach your phone on the nightstand, deciding to wake up with a healthy dose of social media scrolling. this motion causes you to flop onto your back, jooyeon quickly repositioning himself to be on top of you with his head now resting on your stomach, arms still wrapped around you.
your other hand stays in his hair, mindlessly petting him as you watch the short videos on your phone. jooyeon needs more time to wake up with eyes still closed, but conscious enough to be awake. it was too much work to reach over to grab his own phone and he didn't want to ask you to grab it considering how comfortable you (and him) currently are. he blinks his eyes open, untucking one of his hands from under you to wipe at his face. his hand rests on top of your stomach and flinches when he realizes he was touching bare skin.
"o-oh sorry.." his voice coming out gruffly, clearing his throat right after. your shirt had rode up at some point, exposing your belly. although you cuddle often, there's usually a barrier of clothing between, keeping things from getting too intimate. you jump a little at the contact, not used to the feeling of his touch against your skin, even if it was for a moment. you can feel him looking up at you, waiting for you to say something back.
"it's okay joo," you say, a light blush spreading across your cheeks. "i don't mind it."
he relaxes again, letting out a small sigh of relief. jooyeon sees your eyes following his hand that was hovering over your skin, waiting until you make eye contact with him again.
"can i keep touching you then? is that okay?" he asks softly, waiting for your permission. his hand rests on the bed, finger twitching slightly.
you grin at how he can't hide his excitement in his eyes and nod. "just don't tickle me or else i'm gonna fight back!" you tease and poke his cheek.
jooyeon smiles back before looking down at your exposed skin and placing his hand on it. he can't control the way his lips twitch in excitement, relishing in how warm you feel against his hand. his other hand on your back slips under your shirt, fingers gliding over the bumps of your spine as it slides to grip your side. the sensation makes you shiver a little, eliciting a small sorry from jooyeon. you continue to scroll on your phone, hoping it would distract you a bit from how sensitive you feel from his touch. his head is resting on your chest now as he continues to feel your skin. he tilts his head up, spotting your flushed ears.
"are you okay? your heart is beating a little fast." he says with a slight teasing tone. you look at him, starting to be conscious of your heartbeat through your ears.
"is it really?" you respond, failing to hide the slight embarrassment in your voice.
he grins to himself and places his head back down on your chest. his hand lifts up under your shirt to place his hand directly on your beating chest, feeling it slowly increase in speed. you to take deeper breaths to try and calm yourself down, stuttering a bit when you fail to hide it. he laughs through his nose, snuggling deeper into you as his hand presses up and down to find the ideal spot to feel your heartbeat.
"do you want me to stop?" he asks, eyes looking back up.
you want to say no just to escape how shy you're feeling, but you also don't want him to stop touching you at the same time. you fight those feelings and shake your head. "no… i like it. it's just a little embarrassing…" you mumble out.
he stretches up to place a soft kiss on your cheek and smiles. "well i think it's cute!"
your face flushes seeing the smug look he has on his face, directing your attention back to your phone. jooyeon repositions himself back, his hands continue to explore the planes and curves of your body. it all feels new to him, more so squeezing and feeling around out of curiosity. he slides a hand back up to check your heartbeat again, accidentally brushing against your boob. of course you aren't wearing a bra when you're relaxing at home, why would you? you let out a small yelp, not expecting your nipple to be brushed against and drop your phone to cover your mouth. his eyes widen and he quickly pulls down to grab your waist.
"o-oh my god. i'm sorry i didn't mean to touch… there." he panics, lifting his head to look at you with sincerity. "do you want me to stop, i'm sorry i-"
you cut him off by grabbing his head and shoving it into your neck, laughing out of embarrassment. he lets out a small gasp when you grab him, sending a shiver down your neck when his breath tickles your sensitive neck.
"no no no it's alright jooyeon i know you didn't mean to." you lift his head up, holding his face to look at him. his face is flushed and feels warm in your hands, his messy bed hair falling next to his eyes. his eyebrows furrow in worry, eyes trembling slightly as he reads your expression. you haven't gotten this far in terms of intimacy. even with kissing, it never went past a heated make-out session that was stopped before things went all the way.
"really! it's okay jooyeon," you look directly into his eyes, making sure your reassurance gets through to him. his eyes soften up as he lets out a small sigh. you both scan each other's face, bursting into soft laughter after seeing how embarrassed and nervous you look. jooyeon leans forward, tapping your forehead with his before flopping back down to relax next to you. his head presses down against the pillow, now hearing his sped up heart rate.
you place your hand back on his head, tapping the pads of your fingers with a fluttering motion. your eyes wander a bit as you think. jooyeon has been really good to you ever since you started officially dating, all of the time you make for each other feeling special. he knew you wanted to take things slow before you started dating, always reassuring you whenever you took steps forward in your relationship. you would be lying if you didn't consider going all the way before considering how attractive he was in those moments when you watched him try to control himself.
"hey joo…" you feel your heart rate increasing again as you muster the courage to say your thoughts.
"hmm?" he hums, turning his head towards you.
"did you want to… keep going?" you look at him, noticing how his adams apple bobs when you drag out the question.
his eyes flicker to your lips, eyes slightly widened from the sudden request. "like… you want me to keep touching you?" he sits up, leaning on his elbow and slowly places his other hand back on your waist. your stomach does a flip, feeling his touch again and hearing the change of tone in his voice. if he had a tail attached to him, it would be thumping against the bed loudly.
you nod and unconsciously lick your bottom lip, nervously blinking up at him. he felt his dick twitch from the way you were looking at him, noticing how your lip was shining after. you swear you could see his pupils widened a little through the bits of sunshine peeking through the window.
his hands travel down to your thighs, giving them a tighter squeeze before guiding them upwards to wrap around him before laying against your body again. you follow the motion and firmly interlock your legs around his body. he smooths his hands over your thighs, humming in satisfaction.
"so… squishy…" he thinks out loud, resting his head on your chest as he focuses on how you feel under his hands.
"i'm guessing that's a good thing?" his head rumbles as you giggle, making him grin widely.
"mhm… very good. i love it." he hums. his finger twitches when it brushes against the edge of your shorts before flicking it out to slide his fingers under your underwear. it's not like he hasn't touched your ass before. there have been butt slaps whenever you play fight or whenever you're ready to go somewhere and he endearingly taps your butt. this was way different, trying to grab as much as he can possibly hold. his breaths staggering, unable to hide his excitement as he takes in the warmth of your skin. jooyeon shifts down and pushes your shirt back up to reveal your belly, landing a soft kiss on top. he notices how easily you twitch and squirm with each kiss, feeling him smile with each one.
"so pretty… and cute…" he mutters as he continues to plant kisses all over. one hand is gripping your hip, tracing circles with his thumb and the other is slowly traveling upwards, pushing your shirt higher and higher. your breath stutters, tightening your lips to suppress any noises you might make as you watch him do what he wants. he kisses your stomach one more time before looking up at you with hooded eyes.
"can i take this off?" he tugs at your shirt that's practically pulled high enough to see the under of your boob. jooyeon's eyes already look blown out, his hard on pressing against the bed. you nod and lean upwards to help him pull it over your head. the sudden coolness of being topless makes you self conscious, jooyeon's focus on your chest exaggerating that feeling. his hands gently wrap around your boobs, causing you to whimper. he leans up to press his lips against yours for one deep kiss before tracing down your neck.
"you're so beautiful you know that?" he says in between kisses, rubbing a thumb against your nipple has he feels your boobs around in his hands. you whimper at the sensation, nipples perking from his touch and the cold air. your legs tighten around him, digging his hips down into the bed. he groans against your neck, licking up the wet spot he left. you grab the collar of his shirt and pull it up until he's looking at you again with glossy lips.
"this feels unfair," you pout. "i can't be the only topless one here!"
jooyeon smirks and sits up on his knees to pull his shirt off, tossing it over his head to be lost on the ground. he pushes his hair out of his face and plants his hands on top of your hips, taking in how you look under him. seeing him shirtless wasn't new, considering he liked to walk around his apartment with it off. that doesn't mean you didn't eye fuck him whenever you could. your eyes scan him up and down, noticing how far his veins went up his arm that flexed as he used it to prop himself up. his sweatpants hung low on his hips, a bit of his boxers peeking out from under. he notices your gaze, smirk not leaving his face.
"happy now?" he teases before closing in for a sweet kiss, making you giggle. "tell me if i'm going to fast baby." he peppers your face with quick kisses, brushing the hair that fell out of your face as his other hand wanders up to your chest again. you quickly wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him back in for a deeper kiss. jooyeon lets out a small, surprised noise, but is quick to deepen the kiss with you. he probes open your mouth with his tongue, his thumb back to toying with your nipple and the other hand gripping your hip hard. you moan from the sensation of your tongues intertwining, eliciting a whine from him as well.
jooyeon's hips push upwards, pressing his hard on against your core as the kiss gets more sloppy. you feel yourself trying to clench around it despite the layers of clothing between your bodies, tightening the grip your legs have around his hips. your eyebrows furrow, struggling to breathe a little from how intensely he's kissing. you run your fingers through his hair and pull on it, making him whimper. he finally lets up with the motion of you pulling, his face completely flushed and lips slightly swollen. his chest heaves against yours as you both catch your breaths. the grip he has on your hip makes you wonder if it's gonna leave marks in your skin.
"sorry i didn't pull that hard, did i?" you look at him through slightly glossy eyes as you catch your breath, stroking the back of his head.
he blinks rapidly, many thoughts running through his mind to figure out why he liked that so much. "yeah- i mean no- it wasn't-" he stumbles, pausing for a second.
"i liked it!" he blurts out, staring at you with widened eyes, shocking himself with his own confession.
a smile grows on your face, taking in his shy expression before pulling him into a tender kiss. he leans and presses his weight into you, not wanting to break the kiss again. your hands slide down from behind is neck to feel his chest, causing him to shiver against your touch.
"so you like this kind of stuff?" you say, jooyeon desperately trying to keep your lips connected. he whines in response and his hands move down to grip your hips to grind upwards. you moan at the friction, getting a little nervous feeling his size through the fabric. you wonder if your wetness seeped through your shorts and if he can notice.
"i like it… i just like you…" he huffs, "can't you see what you're doing to me? you're so beautiful, i want to see all of you.." his grip tightens as he tries to hold himself back. he promised you he wouldn't go too fast and seeing you flushed under him was making it really difficult to keep his composure. from the way you're looking at him with your swollen lips he caused, to the few strands of hair sticking to your rosy cheeks and how your chest rises and falls. it felt exciting knowing the effect he has on you.
you stare back, not knowing you were having the same thoughts. he doesn't realize how much of a mess he looks in front of you even though all you've done is kiss. you fix your gaze on his lips, hand reaching up to press a thumb on it. he softly kisses back, watching the way your eyes scan his face.
"you're so cute joo…" you say, jooyeon's face is just as flushed as yours, with small beads of sweat sliding down his temple. the hair he pushed out of his face is falling forward again, with some strands sticking near his hairline and neck. you slide your hand down slowly, tracing a finger over his adams apple as he gulps nervously. he follows the motion of your hand as you get lower and lower, skin twitching reactively when you slip your finger stops at his waistband. his breath hitches, head snapping back up to meet your gaze. you look at him with your hand ghosting over his bulge. jooyeon gulps nervously and just nods, hoping that would be enough approval for you to touch him.
"please, y/n." he pleads breathily, curving his back in hopes of pressing into your hand. you smirk hearing him barely being able to beg, watching how he's literally twitching with excitement. once you cup your hand over his bulge, he fails to bite back a moan and ruts his hip in search of more pressure. your fingers wrap around his length, giggling when you feel how it twitches under your touch. jooyeon feels dizzy, all of the blood rushing to his dick as he questions his sanity in that moment.
your heart is beating quickly, wondering if you're touching him right. the weight of his cock in your hand is unfamiliar and a bit intimidating. you play around with how much pressure to put, gauging how jooyeon's expression changes with each motion. at this point, his arms are shaking from keeping himself propped up. he struggles to hide his whines as his chest heaves, moaning louder when you grab harder through the fabric. suddenly, he grabs your wrist and plants it to your side. you look up at him, worried you did something wrong. he kisses you softly as he plays with the elastic of your waistband.
"i need to taste you right now. you'll let me do that won't you?" he asks sweetly, puppy eyes at max power. his fingers dance around on your hips, feeling your stomach flip at the request that felt more like a demand.
"i never had anyone go down on me before…" you hide behind your hands, legs unlocking as your body shrinks inward. jooyeon swears he can feel his brain exploding now knowing he'll be the first one to taste you.
"that's nothing to be embarrassed about baby. trust me, i'll make you feel so good." he reassures, reaching up to pull your hands away to see your face. he kisses you again before moving his hands down to slide your shorts off together with your panties. he trails the kisses down from your neck til he reaches your chest, teasing the nipple by blowing air on it before softly sucking on it. his teeth lightly graze the sensitive bud as he sits up. you whimper as you feel your panties unstick from your core, feeling exposed to the cold air. jooyeon takes a moment to admire the wet marks left on the fabric, holding himself back from shoving it inside his mouth.
"you're so wet for me…" his hands slide under your thighs to spread you open, noticing how your wet folds glistens under the light. you watch as he lowers himself, peppering quick kisses on your stomach and squeezing your flesh. he's going painfully slow, the hand on your thigh trailing down toward your core, sending shivers down your spine. your back arches up as you watch him get closer to your pussy, feeling his breath on your inner thigh.
jooyeon presses down on your clit with his thumb and pulls it up slightly to see your hole twitch, making you moan. his other hand keeps your leg from closing in as he admires you. a finger slides between your folds, gathering some slick before circling around your hole gently. your hips buck up chasing the sensation, heartbeat deafening in your ears. you prop yourself up on your elbows, gasping at the sight of seeing jooyeon's face so close to your pussy. he notices, looking up at you through hooded eyes and smiling before licking a stripe up. his tongue flattens out when it reaches your clit, shaking his head side to side and wrapping his lips around to suck lightly.
you yelp, thighs immediately clamping around his head, hand going down to grab his hair. he grunts, but doesn't let up and continues to lick at your clit. your hand clenches as you unconsciously pull on his soft locks, pushing his face harder into you, making him groan against your pussy. the way his mouth vibrates against you feels unreal, panting heavily as you barely process these new sensations.
"f-fuck! jooyeon-" you bite your lip moaning out, head sinking against the pillow. you feel him smirk against your core. his tongue probes your hole, savoring the taste of you as it coats his mouth. you look down at him, combing his hair out of his face to see his pupils blown out and nose scrunched up from pressing so hard against your clit. this sight makes you whimper louder as you grind your hips upwards. his hands slide to grab your ass, only stopping to take a breath after sucking on your clit hard, coming off with a filthy pop sound. in that split second of him getting air, you saw his mouth covered with your slick all the way down to his chin, making you whimper.
jooyeon could die right now and be the happiest man in the universe. there wasn't a single thought going through his mind now, using all of his focus on making you feel good and making sure he never forgets how you taste in his mouth. he probes your hole with his tongue again, pushing harder to get it inside. you knew his tongue was long, always laughing whenever he habitually did his rock star pose, but you never knew how he could use it in other ways. the feeling of his tongue inside shocks you, your thighs tightening around his head again, pushing his nose deeper into your clit. he sucks on your wet folds, feeling every crease, switching between his flattened tongue and toying with your sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue. his hands are massaging your thighs, eyes looking through his lashes to watch your expression change with each change of his mouth. he happily groans against your pussy as you pull at his scalp, eyes tearing up from the lack of air. his face is scrunched up as he continues to lap at your core, inserting his tongue back inside your hole and using his fingers to rub at your clit.
you scream out, the dual stimulation becoming to much for you, hips lifting from the bed as you cum hard. he groans as he tries to hold you down, face being smashed into your core. he doesn't let up, removing his tongue to lick upwards and softly suck at your clit. the stimulation becomes too much and you pull him off, causing him to whine in complaint.
your chest heaves as you come down from your high, finding the strength to lift your neck to look at him and his fucked out face. strands of hair stick to his forehead and neck, your wetness coating the flushed parts of his face. there are nail marks dug into your skin that sting a little from how hard he was holding you down. when you make eye contact, he lets out a breathy laugh and licks his lips. his hand comes up to wipe his face, looking down at the mess he helped you make. he's surprised he didn't come in his pants right then and there. the sight makes you wanna pass out, feeling the heat radiate off your face when you try to hide behind your hand.
"you taste really good." he smiles, his head leaning against your limp thigh. you smile back shyly, body still twitching from the after effects of your orgasm.
"that was… i don't even know what happened to me…" you take deep breaths in between, hand coming down to rest on his head again. you notice his eyelashes clumped together, wondering when his eyes teared up during all of that. he giggles at your comment, putting a comforting hand on your lower stomach hoping it would ease some of your trembling body.
"are you okay to keep going pretty?" he blinks at you, secretly hoping you don't say no.
you feel your stomach doing flips again, not used to hearing him use pet names. you nod before reaching out to pull jooyeon up to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue. his body is pressed up against yours, moaning as his painfully hard cock strains against his sweats. you reach down to pat his butt and tug on his waist band.
"take these off. i wanna make you feel good too." you say, struggling to pull his sweats past his hips. it was hard to hide his excitement, sitting up on his knees to pull them off, foot getting caught on the leg hole at some point. your eyes bulge out, zoning in on his dick standing in front of you. your mouth is gaped open a bit, seeing him bare for the first time. he notices how hard you're staring and smiles shyly.
you snap out of your daze, gathering the strength to sit up and guide jooyeon to sit back against the headboard. he settles on the pillows that were scattered by your squirming earlier, watching you intensely. you crawl between his legs, using his thighs as leverage. his dick rests against his stomach, precum beading at his tip. your heart beats as you get closer, studying the veins decorating his length. he has a good sized dick, pretty and slightly above average size as it stands. he doesn't realize he's holding his breath until you plant your hands on his abs, fingers moving over each bend and curve of the lean muscle. his eyes follow your movement, cock twitching when you reach his lower stomach, causing some precum to smear onto it.
you gently wrap your hand around the base of his cock, jooyeon's hips bucking immediately from the touch. he grips the bed tightly, trying not to come on the spot. you look up at him through your lashes, making sure he looks back before licking a stripe up the base of his length. he whines and immediately jerks upward to chase the feeling. your thumb presses down on his slit, spreading the wetness around and licking up into it. you feel his knees try to kick up from under your arms as you flatten your tongue against his tip before enclosing it in the warmth of your mouth. he throws his head back as he moans, hearing it thump against the headboard. you start jerking the base of his cock and swirl your tongue around, noticing his neck stretched upwards as he starts to breathing heavier. veins pop up on the side of his neck, his expression scrunched up tightly attempting to control the bucking of his hips.
your worries about not being able to make jooyeon feel good flies out the window, seeing the effect you have on him. you probably won't be able to take all of him in your mouth with your experience, but whatever you're doing now seems to be more than enough. you lift off with a wet, popping sound before easily stroking the full size. you focus your gaze on his cock, noticing he actually has a few small moles decorating the side of it. you always liked finding the moles scattered on his body and face, but it never occurred to you that you could also find them down there.
"your cock is so pretty joo…" you say, softly kiss the moles on his cock before sucking them. he looks down at you to see where you were kissing, mouth slightly gaped open as he pants. you take him into your mouth, making him buck up from the sudden sensation. your eyes widen and tear up as you choke a little, the vibrations around his cock making him whine loudly.
"s-sorry…" he huffs, reaching down to wipe a tear away with his thumb, caressing your cheek. you lean into his touch as you continue to jerk the part you can't reach with your mouth. the sight of him losing composure makes your stomach flip, feeling your wetness drip down your thigh.
"wait, come over here" he pulls your head off, gesturing to your lower body. you move where you are laying so he can reach over to your core, smiling when he sees how much of a mess it still is down there. you figure out how to take him into your mouth from the new position, feeling his hand squeeze your tit before sliding down to run his thick finger up your slit. you whine, still feeling sensitive from your previous orgasm and spread your leg wider for easier access. his finger gathers your slick as he probes your hole, appreciating how hot it feels.
"i'm gonna put a finger in okay?" he leans down to kiss your cheek before slowly inserting it inside. there wasn't as much resistance since his tongue loosened you up, but you still felt tight around his finger. he slowly moves his finger, palm pressing against your clit. you moan around his cock, grinding up into his hand as he stretches you out.
"fuck you're so tight-" he grunts, curling the pad of his finger up. he can feel you loosen up a little, adding another finger to cover in your wetness. jooyeon slowly squeezes another finger inside of your pussy, making you stop your own motions on his cock and moan against his skin. you look over, watching his veiny arm flex as he fingers you, listening to how filthy it sounds. he grins seeing you fall apart under him again, changing the angle of his fingers that were knuckles deep to find your sweet spot. you can feel something build up in your core and scream out when he hits the spot with his long fingers. his cock was no longer getting any attention, but it didn't matter to him. he just wanted to make you come on his fingers, the sound of your moans and wet hole like music to his ears. he bites his lip when he spots your pussy cream around his fingers, reminding himself to taste it after you come. your walls tighten and twitch, moans staggering as you feel yourself come undone.
"wait- fuck! i'm gonna-" you yelp, arching your back. he is arm flexes harder, hitting your g-spot with the pads of his fingers and watches your body freeze up as you orgasm. he lets out a satisfied groan as you squeeze around his fingers, pulling them out slowly. your hole twitches around nothing as you come down from your high. jooyeon brings his hand up and licks up the mess you made around his fingers. you gasp when he lifts you up to lay on your back, hooking your legs over his hips.
"but i didn't even make you come yet!" you look at his angry red cock that was still glistening a little from your own ministrations. he bends down to kiss you, hands getting busy with groping your body.
"that doesn't matter baby. if i'm gonna come it's gonna be from your pussy." he grunts in between desperate kisses, the filthy words making you blush. he grabs a pillow and shoves it under your ass and slaps his dick on your clit. it feels hot against your core, grinding your hips up to chase the weight of it. he grabs under your thighs and pushes it closer to your body, your hands coming up to keep them in place. the position makes you look up at him with a shy, yet fucked out expression, making his dick twitch.
"do you want me to get a condom?" his tone softer, kissing around your face. you have been on birth control for a good portion of your life, and he knew that since you would ask him to get it out of your bag occasionally. you shake your head, jooyeon failing to hide his happiness as his lip curls up into a smirk.
"i want to feel all of you for our first time…" you say, reaching down to guide his tip to cover it with your wetness. his hip stutters as he gasps, praying he doesn't come instantly.
"you're so sweet to me pretty." he kisses you one more time before sitting up to grab the base of his cock. you can feel your heart thumping out of your chest, making eye contact with him as he rubs the tip into your clit. your pussy clenches in anticipation, jooyeon guiding his cock down to your entrance. his hand clenches hard, trying to push in slowly as to not hurt you. your eyebrows furrow as he stretches you out, nails digging into your own skin. he focuses on your expression as he pushes his tip in, rubbing circles on your hip as you adjust. he feels like he's about to come right now despite only having a little past the tip in, your walls tightly throbbing around it. jooyeon's jaw was clenched so hard, veins straining up his neck, inching his tip back and forth, hoping you loosen up from the small motions.
you whimper with each movement, your walls starting to adjust to the stretch. you reach out to his hand on your hip, making him freeze. slight panic flashes across his face, scared he hurt you. you slip your fingers in between his before looking at him. "you can go deeper. i can take it."
his expression relaxes, tightening his hand around yours, pressing his body closer to kiss you tenderly. he deepens the kiss as he pushes his cock more, moaning against your mouth as it drags against your tight walls. your eyes roll at the sudden stretch, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. he pulls out before each thrust, which are getting deeper and deeper, pushing past that particular spot. his hand is gripping your hand so tightly, the pain of it off-setting the feeling of him stretching you out fully. he shudders when he finally sinks his entire length in you, the angle intensifying how deep he really feels.
"f-fuck, you feel so good…" he pulls away from the kiss, sinking his face next to your head, moaning directly into your ears. the heat of his breath against you makes you shiver, eyes rolling back as you clench around all of him. jooyeon keeps himself seated inside, giving you more time to really adjust around him, panting heavily as he tries not to come right there. with nothing separating your heats, you could feel every pulse and vein on his cock as he thrusts. the way he pulses his hips upwards reaches into the deepest parts of you, kissing your cervix. his panting is mixed with high pitched whining as he starts to pull out a little before thrusting back, your intertwined hands now pressed beside your sweaty bodies.
"you fill me up so good joo," you gasp with each motion, barely able to get your words out. you forget how sensitive you feel down there, experiencing two orgasms and now being stretched out by his long cock. the praises tickle his ear, making his hips buck up harshly, eliciting a loud whimper from you. as he increases the intensity of his thrusts, your eyes start to feel hazy, becoming a moaning mess under him. he lets go of your hand to hook his arms around your chest, bringing your sticky bodies even closer as he gets lost in his own thrusting. you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing kisses against it and sucking red marks into his skin. jooyeon's eyes are rolled back, mindlessly fucking into you, drooling into the pillows under his face. his moans are muffled as he feels you suck on his sensitive neck, making his hips stutter a bit.
you grab his hair harshly, making sure your mouth is right next to his ear. "go harder, i know how long you've been waiting to fuck me into the mattress joo," you whisper.
jooyeon groans at your demand, pupils blown out to oblivion. he pulls his length out all the way, the sudden loss of him making you whine. his cock pushes back into you, meeting no resistance as your hole welcomes him back easily. you bite down on his shoulder as he presses deep, the jolt of pain making him cry out. your hand is still entangled in his hair, other one lightly scratching at his shoulder. he's mumbling profanities as he moans, holding onto you tightly as he erratically thrusts. he doesn't even realize his eyes are watering from the pure ecstasy of everything you're doing to him. loud, wet smacking noises fill the room, mixed with both of your moaning. the base of his cock hits your clit as he fucks into you, using the position you're in to drive it deeper. you swear your cervix is going to be so sore after this, feeling his tip hit it with each thrust.
you make him turn his head to meet your kiss, faces pressing into each other from how fucked out you both were. "j-jooyeon… i'm close…" you gasp against his lips, meeting his gaze. his eyes were teary, eyebrows furrowed as he sloppily kisses you. you smile at the sight, using both of your hands to brush all of the hair sticking to his face to see more clearly.
"me t-too," he grunts, peppering kisses across your face. "where… where do you want me to- fuck!"
he slows down his thrusts, not wanting to cum before you answer. "shit… j-just anywhere… paint me with your cum joo," you whine, scratching at his back which were for sure leaving marks.
"gotta make you cum again first," he slowly pulls out before thrusting back in harshly, punching your body upwards. his hand snakes down to put a thumb to your clit, rubbing quickly with each deep stroke. you feel your climax building quickly, feeling overstimulated from everything happening at once. you throw your head back, legs locking around his hips as you reach your high, cumming with a drawn out moan.
"fuck- you're squeezing around me so tight… my pretty y/n…" his hips stutter as keeps thrusting through your high, feeling like his dick is gonna fall off from the grip your pussy has on him. you whine, calling out his name from the overstimulation, cunt fluttering around him, reaching down to hold his hip hoping he would slow down.
"i'm gonna cum- fuck," he bites his lip as he whimpers, thrusting a few more times before pulling out. his hand wraps around his length, jerking it quickly as he reaches his climax, cum shooting across your chest and hitting your mouth. his mouth gapes open as he paints you with his essence, his entire body trembling from finally releasing. you gasp as you feel the warmth of his cum hit your skin, licking up the parts that shoot onto your mouth. you're both twitching and panting loudly, jooyeon admiring his work seeing some of it slide off of your body and hit the bed.
your gazes meet and let out breathy laughs like you couldn't believe what just happened. he flops over to lay next to you, chest rising as he catches his breath post-orgasm. jooyeon turns, pulling you into a kiss, wincing when he tastes his own cum on your lips.
"you did so good baby," he mutters, pecking your lips. you giggle when you notice his small change in expression, wiping the cum pooling on your body. he notices the mess he made and flashes you a shy smile.
"oh… well you did say anywhere," he laughs, pouting at his comment. you let out a sigh, looking up at the ceiling still trying to catch your breath.
"we really made a mess… not gonna be excited about cleaning this up," you say, resting your eyes.
jooyeon giggles, feeling proud knowing he was the reason for it. you eyes shoot open and turn your head to the other. "wait, you only got to cum once."
he blinks, nodding his head. "it was a really good orgasm if that's what you're worried about." your arms shake as you prop yourself up, scooting your body to sit on his thighs, resting your hands on his hips. he looks a little shocked from the sudden movement, hands attaching to your waist. his eyes sparkle a little, seeing your boobs glisten in the light, body still damp from your sweat.
"you ready for round two?" you smirk, his dick already semi-hard from the question. he smiles back, sliding down to grab your hips, guiding your core over his cock. you get the message and easily sink his growing length in one swift movement, moaning out from the overstimulation.
"you're too good to me y/n…" he groans, brain overloading from being buried deep inside you again.
your hands are planted on his chest for support, hair falling forward. "show your appreciation by fucking into me pretty boy."
he smiles nervously, not knowing how long of a night this ends up being.
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