Thinking about jennie having her self-photographed for her birthday photo album and thereâs actually the explicit rated version where sheâs completely naked and being photographed while playing with herself, sheâs just so comfortable with her body. The white background with one big coach in the middle and her sitting down with her legs spread out showing her smooth clean tight cunt hole âi feel so good with this position to be honestâ sheâs telling her photographer about showing her private parts in front of the camera.
She just keep looking at the camera innocently like showing her pure self no emotion in her eyes and on the next scene sheâs start to touching her outside part of her labia with her left fingers and continuously rubbing her clit âHmmmmghaahhh this feels so goodâ Jennie throws her head back with closed eyes, she just enjoying the feeling of teasing her own sensitive bundle of joy. Through the camera everyone now can see her tight pink cunt start to leaking showing how easy her cunt to be fully soaked with her juices. âCan you see it? Can you see how wet my cunt is? Please take a close up one pleaseaahhâ Jennie spreads her cunt wide open where the camera can capture all the edges of her billion dollar wet pink cunt. âCan anyone take one of my toys on my bag the pink one and bring it to me?â Jennie already prepared her favorite toy for this photoshoot she intentionally want to show her true raw emotion for this photobook.
âOkay now just took as many shots as you can and i want the close up one to my face and my cunt okayâ she command the photographer before she start spitting on her pink vibrating toys and rubbing it on her wet slit, everyone on the room pierced their eyes only to her few of the staff already get their cock hard because of her and thatâs makes her more confident Jennie love when everyone pay attention to her. Jennie start to push inside her toys to her tight little cunt her mouth is wide open her frowning eyebrows just getting deeper as her cunt being stretched by the toys. The whole crew hypnotized by her presence even one of the lighting crew already had his hard cock out and strokes while watching her free performance.
At the moment Jennie just focused on how her rubber vibrating cock keep nudging at her g-spot make her lower abdomen getting tighter on each pumping and her other fingers just continuously flicking on her swollen clit making her legs shaking uncontrollably. The sound of camera shutter and flash just keeps coming Jennie turning this photo shoots into more like onlyfans studio. âAaahhh hmmmpphh itâs coming i-im cumming fuck-Aaahhhh hmmphh yessâ Jennie screaming followed with squirting splashes everywhere on that couch.
Coming down from her release Jennie laying her head on the sofa with her cunt gapping covered in her own cum âOkay someone please take a couple polaroid of my cunt i need send some pictures to my ex and my new investorâ Jennie spreads her wet cunt wider enough to make the crew cursing seeing her act a like a free used whore.
u ever see urself post shower half dressed in panties and a shirt/pants and a bra with ur hair still messy and think to urself goddamn it is such a shame that there is no pervert in my house dragging me into bed by my hips right now
warnings. â oral (f rec), petnames, fingering, hard fucking, multiple sex scenes, jaehyun is hungry af, edging, praising kink, dumbification, multiple sex positions, wife and husband, married, loud sex, y/n has a full back tattoo, they're so inlovee, backshots, size difference / size kink, manhandling, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, breeding kink (light or heavy), marking.
wc. â 2.3k
synopsis. â jaehyun comes home from military leave exhausted but desperate for his wife (reader) the second he walks in he devours youâdeep kisses, relentless oral, then rough backshots on the couch for half an hour straight. needy, vocal, marking you up while praising you softly. high sex drive means the night is nowhere near over. your body and full tattooed back take everything he gives.
the door clicked open at 11:47 pm. jaehyun stepped inside still in his military fatigues, duffel bag slung over one shoulder, boots heavy on the wooden floor. twenty-eight years old, broad shoulders filling the frame, taller than the doorway made sense for. two weeks into his temporary discharge, thirty days totalâand this was the first night he made it home before midnight. the apartment smelled like the jasmine rice you cooked earlier and the faint vanilla of your lotion.
you were on the couch in an oversized black t-shirt and nothing else, legs tucked under, scrolling on your phone, back decorated with that full snake graphic tattoo that curled from your shoulder blades down to the dip above your ass. you looked up when the door shut and your whole face changedâeyes softening, lips parting like youâd been waiting for this exact second.
he dropped the bag. didnât even kick his boots off properly.
âhey,â he said, voice low, tired, but already thickening with something else.
you stood up fast.
he crossed the room in three strides, caught you by the waist, and lifted you clean off the floor. the size difference hit immediatelyâyour feet dangling, his biceps flexing under the fabric as he pulled you against his chest.
he was bulkier now, months of training carved into lean muscle, abs tight, happy trail disappearing under his belt. you fit against him like you were made to disappear there.
âmissed you so fucking much,â he muttered against your mouth before he kissed you.
it wasnât soft. he swallowed you wholeâtongue sliding in deep, wet, controlling the angle so your head tilted back. you whimpered into it, eyes fluttering shut, mouth going slack almost instantly because he didnât let you lead.
he did everything: sucked on your tongue, licked the roof of your mouth, bit your lower lip just hard enough to make you gasp. one big hand cupped the back of your head, the other gripping your ass, squeezing, kneading like he needed to remind himself you were real.
your back hit the couch first. he followed right after, caging you in, knees on either side of your hips. you were already breathing hard, cheeks flushed. he pulled your t-shirt up and off in one motion, mouth latching onto your neck, then lowerâcollarbone, the soft swell of your breast, sucking marks that would bruise tomorrow. his dimples flashed when he looked up at you for half a second, that boyish smile cutting through the hunger.
âjaehyunââ you started, but he was already moving down, spreading your legs with his shoulders.
he ate you like a man starved. tongue flat and slow at first, then focused, relentless. every lick, every suck had your hips twitching. he groaned against you, the vibration making you whine louder. one arm hooked under your thigh, holding you open while the other hand pressed down on your lower stomach, keeping you still. you came the first time fastâback arching, small hands fisting his short hair, a broken âfuckâ slipping out.
he didnât stop.
second time he added two fingers, curling them just right, mouth still working your clit. you were shaking, overwhelmed, eyes glassy. he looked up at you, lips shiny, dimples deep. âthatâs it, baby. let me have it.â
by the third you were pushing at his shoulders, too sensitive, but he just kissed your inner thigh and murmured, âone more for me, my wife. missed this pussy so bad.â
when he finally pulled back, his cock was straining against his pantsâthick, heavy, already leaking. he stood just long enough to shove his fatigues down, shirt ripped off over his head. abs flexing, biceps bulging, that happy trail leading down to where he was rock hard. y/nâs eyes widened a little every time, like you still couldnât believe how big he was.
he flipped you over without warning, pulling your hips up so you were on all fours on the couch, back arched, that snake tattoo on full display. he ran his palm down your spine, thumb tracing the inked bones and scales. âlove this fucking tattoo,â he said, voice rough. âlove looking at it while i fuck you.â
he pushed in slow at firstâletting you feel every inch, stretching you open. you were so tight, so wet from his mouth, but still gasping at the fullness. your waist in his big hands looked tiny. he bottomed out and stayed there a second, forehead pressed to your shoulder blade, breathing hard.
âso good,â he whispered. âmy beautiful wife. so fucking perfect for me.â
then he started moving.
rough. desperate. months of pent-up need in every thrust. skin slapping, couch creaking under you both. he gripped your hips hard enough to leave marks, one hand sliding up to press between your shoulder blades, pushing your chest down while he fucked you deeper. backshots for what felt like foreverâhalf an hour at least, pace never letting up. heâd slow down when you got close, edging you until you were crying into the cushion, then slam back in harder.
âjaehyunâpleaseââ you whimpered, voice muffled.
âi know, baby. i got you.â his voice stayed soft even when his hips were brutal. âcum for me again. wanna feel you squeezing me.â
you didâover and over. he talked you through every one: low praises, âgood girl,â âthatâs my wife,â âmissed you so much, missed being inside you.â his hands never stopped movingâgroping your ass, squeezing your waist, reaching around to rub your clit when he wanted you to fall apart faster.
he pulled you up once, back against his chest, still buried deep, one arm banded across your stomach while the other hand tilted your head for another messy kiss. tongue fucking your mouth while he ground up into you. you went boneless, mouth hanging open, little gasps and whines the only sounds you could make while he did all the work.
by the time he finally let himself go, you were both drenched in sweat. he came with a deep groan, hips stuttering, filling you until it leaked down your thighs. even then he didnât pull out right awayâjust held you close, kissing the back of your neck, dimples pressing into your skin as he smiled against you.
âweâre not done,â he murmured, voice hoarse but already hungry again. âgot a whole month, baby. and iâm not letting you leave this apartment much.â
you laughed weakly, still trembling, pussy aching in the best way. ârip me then.â
he flipped you onto your back, settled between your legs again, mouth already descending.
âthatâs the plan.â
both of you barely made it to the bedroom.
jaehyun had you in his arms the second he pulled out from the couch, your legs wrapped around his waist like muscle memory. cum was still leaking down your thighs, but he didnât care. he carried you down the short hallway, mouth never leaving yoursâtongue slow and deep, licking into you like he was trying to taste every whimper you made. your arms were loose around his neck, brain already hazy, body buzzing from the first round.
he kicked the bedroom door open with his foot and dropped you onto the bed face down. the sheets were cool against your overheated skin. you didnât even have time to push up on your elbows before he was on youâbig body covering yours completely, one knee shoving your legs together so they stayed straight and tight. he mounted you like that, chest pressed to your back, weight pinning you down just enough that you couldnât really move. the snake tattoo on your spine flexed under his palm as he ran his hand down your back.
âstay like this, baby,â he murmured against your ear, voice low and rough. his cock, still hard and slick from before, nudged between your thighs. âgonna fuck you just like this.â
he pushed in slow, forcing your legs to stay closed so the fit was ridiculously tight. the squelch was loudâwet, obscene, every inch sliding through the mess heâd already left inside you. you moaned into the pillow, the sound muffled and broken. you were already so full, so sensitive, but the way he stretched you with your thighs pressed together made everything feel sharper.
jaehyun groaned deep in his chest, forehead dropping to the back of your neck. âfuck⊠so tight. hear that? thatâs my wifeâs pretty pussy.â
he started movingâlong, heavy strokes that made the bed creak. every thrust pushed you deeper into the mattress, your small frame swallowed under his taller, bulkier one. the happy trail on his stomach brushed against your lower back with every roll of his hips. his biceps flexed on either side of your head as he braced himself, one hand sliding under you to grip your waistâ21 centimeters of soft skin and bone that fit perfectly in his palm.
you sobbed.
not from painâfrom being completely overwhelmed. the kind of brain-clouded sob that came when you were already fucked dumb and he just kept going. your moans turned wet and shaky, face flat against the pillow, mouth open, drool starting to soak the fabric. every time he bottomed out the wet slap of skin and the squelchy sound of your pussy taking him made you cry out louder.
âjaeâhyun⊠ahâfuckââ
poor neighbors. the walls werenât that thick and it was past midnight, but he didnât slow down. if anything your broken little sobs fueled him more. he loved when you got like thisâcompletely lost, eyes unfocused, body limp except for the way your walls fluttered around him.
he leaned down, lips brushing your ear. âthatâs it, my beautiful wife. let it out. sound so good when you cry for me.â
always a kisser. he turned your head to the side with two fingers under your chin and kissed you like he was starving for it. tongue sliding in deep, playing with yours, sucking on it, licking the roof of your mouth while he kept fucking you in that tight, closed-leg position. you couldnât even kiss back properly anymoreâyour mouth just stayed open, letting him do whatever he wanted. soft whines and gasps vibrated against his tongue every time he thrust hard.
he pulled back only to kiss the corner of your lips, your cheek, the shell of your ear, then dove back in again. one hand stayed on your waist, the other reached under to rub slow circles on your clit. the dual sensation made you sob louder, legs trying to twitch but trapped between his.
âso fucking wet,â he whispered against your mouth, voice soft even as his hips snapped harder. âmissed this. missed filling you up every day. my wife⊠my pretty little wife taking me so well.â
he edged you twice like thatâslowing down right when you were about to tip over, grinding deep instead of thrusting, kissing you through the frustrated whimpers. then heâd pick the pace back up, rougher, deeper, until the squelching noises got louder and your sobs turned into desperate, hiccuping moans.
third time he didnât stop.
you came hard, body shaking under him, pussy clenching so tight around his cock that he hissed. your face stayed smashed into the pillow, mouth open in a silent cry for a second before the sound broke freeâhigh and wrecked. he fucked you through it, never pulling out, just slow deep rolls of his hips while you pulsed around him.
âgood girl,â he praised, lips brushing your temple. âcum on my cock again, baby. wanna feel it.â
he didnât let you come down. flipped you just enough to slide one arm under your chest, pulling your upper body slightly off the bed so he could kiss you better while still fucking you from behind. tongue in your mouth, lazy and filthy, matching the rhythm of his hips. you were completely brainless nowâeyes half-lidded, tears clinging to your lashes, little whimpers every time he hit that spot inside you.
he kept going. minutes blurred. the wet sounds of your pussy, the slap of his hips against your ass, your muffled sobs and moans filling the room. his hand never left your clit, drawing another orgasm out of you until you were shaking so hard he had to hold you tighter.
âjaehyun⊠canâtâtoo muchââ
âyou can,â he said gently, kissing the side of your neck, then your jaw, then claiming your mouth again. âone more for me. my beautiful wife. let me have it.â
when he finally let himself finish, it was with a low groan against your lips, hips stuttering as he pumped you full again. he stayed buried deep, chest heaving against your back, arms wrapped around your small frame like he never wanted to let go. sweat slicked your skin. the snake tattoo on your back glistened under the low lamp light.
he kissed you againâslow, deep, tongue gently playing with yours even as you both tried to catch your breath. you were limp, fucked out, barely able to respond, but he still licked into your mouth like he couldnât get enough.
âlove you,â he whispered, voice hoarse but soft. dimples pressing into your shoulder as he smiled against your skin. âmissed my wife so fucking much.â
he didnât pull out yet. just held you there, cock still twitching inside you, kissing the back of your neck, your tattooed spine, murmuring praises while your body trembled with aftershocks.
Sometimes I think about how johnny is the type of talking through it so when his big long veiny cock stretching your cunt âj-jo itâs not going to fit â you look at how it only half of his cock goes into your small cunt ârelax baby just relax itâs going to be all inside you im gonna make it fit sweetheart â his eyes are fixed on your stretched cunt that wrapped up around his length and the way your tight hole trying to squeeze him in really makes his cock twitch âso fucking tight babyâ his fingers playing with your sensitive bundle while keep pumping his long big cock all the way inside. When he finally got his cock deep inside you his smile get wider looking at your face expression âSee you can feel me here sweetheart â Johnnyâs take your hand and put it in front of your lower belly to feel me deep inside you.
Hi hi may I req more established relationship fic with Anton T-T maybe some morning sx and needy AntonâŠI love your writing sm btw^-^
comfortable | anton (m)
hi hi anon <3 thank u so much for reading, it means a lot! i hope u enjoy and thanks for the request (sorry it took so long)
pairing: bf!anton x fem!reader
wc: 2.3k
genre: smut, established relationship
warnings: smut, slight somnophilia, pet names, fingering/oral (f receiving), p in v penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, the anton monster cock agenda is still alive and well! there's some other stuff that i'm most likely missing but honestly nothing too crazy at all if you've read anything else i've written! i'm just feeling lazy
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your body lies slack in bed, limbs clammy to the touch. the only thing that can be heard aside from your gentle exhaling is the humidifier perched in the corner of the bedroom.Â
antonâs body is firm behind yours, staticâuntil he begins to stir.
one of his long arms is heavy and drawn over your waist, his hand subconsciously drawing you impossibly closer at the hip until youâre pressed to his front. each twitch of his cock thatâs now leaking and hard meets your backside.Â
youâd had numerous conversations about exploring the world of somnophilia, youâd even gone as far as consenting.Â
but the two of you had never tried it.Â
in true anton fashion he felt like a monster laying at your side, plotting. compelled to wake you right in his moment because he was needy.
and although he felt awful, you know, about the fact that the first thing youâd hear today would be him asking if youâd satisfy his urges and let him fuck you, the ache of his cock nestled in the curve of your ass felt worse.
against his own discretion antonâs hips rut behind you, his heartbeat is sporadic at the thought of you waking up and seeingâor catching him like this. his eyes are heavy when he forces them open, only to squeeze them shut attempting to bypass the groan resting on the tip of his tongue. his cheeks burn with a crimson tinge as the wet patch on the crotch of his underwear expands. his entire body is scorching behind you as he cranes his neck, creating more surface area for the air con to graze.
your hips momentarily jolt backwards, a particularly breathy sigh that almost mimics a whimper falls from your lips. anton freezes, swearing that he heard you mumbling something.
but you donât wake up, in fact your lower body falls motionless again.
a thin layer of sweat causes the lousy material of your pajamas to adhere to you like a second skin.Â
writhing around in your sleep was unlike youâso was having a wet dream to be fair, although you werenât entirely sure that youâd been dreaming this whole time.
truthfully your imagination could never replicate the weight of antonâs wandering hands on your upper body and the warmth of his mouth on your thighs.
your mind is hazy, eyes weighing the same as a stack of bricks. they almost burn when you open them for a split second to turn your head and check the time.
it's just shy of 6AM, which was certainly early by your own definition. but never too early to feel the broad presence of antonâs shoulders between your legs.
you feel an untamed mess tickling the insides of your thighs, antonâs figure forcing them wider and wider apart until the hinge of your hips start to ache due to the stretch so shortly after waking up.
âtoni?â you call out, the yawn escaping your lips louder than your voice in volume.
no reply.
supple lips ghost the exposed skin of your knees, then the insides your thighs, leaving a wet spot behind each time there was a change in location.
your nipples harden when antonâs thumb brushes the underside of your bust. the anticipation has you covered in goosebumps, shoulders shuddering when he places a kiss to the waistband of your panties and nudges your clit with his nose.Â
âfuckâare you serious?â you attempt to plead. the question is rhetorical, but a groan is drawn from the back of antonâs throat, muffled by your flesh. you crack an eye open, immediately lifting yourself onto your elbows to watch the disturbance.
âanton?â you urge again, voice barely any louder and rough with the remnants of sleep.Â
still no response.Â
just another kiss, this time itâs hot and open mouthed with lips puckered against your covered clit. then a kitten lick through the cotton barrier has you absentmindedly bucking your hips away from the mattress.
anton has no intentions to tease after already fondling you awake, two of his lengthy fingers swipe the crotch of your panties to the side and he has half a mind to smirk at the way you twitch, his knuckles brushing your puffy folds.
youâre panting in anticipation, lips parted and throat dry.
the first drag of antonâs fingers through your wetness has your back ached. your pussy begins leaking on command as if it were crying, pleading for more. hole puckering, practically a âwelcomeâ sign.
âcouldnât even sleep,â anton murmurs, lips still ghosting the inside of your right thigh. âI needed you so bad, baby.âÂ
âi can tell.â you sigh, threading a hand through the mop of hair on his head and holding him impossibly closer to where you needed him âso badlyâ.
the same two digits from before are buried knuckle deep instantaneously, the way that anton hisses as he watches your cunt choke on his fingers is sinful.
âohhh my godâtoni, please!â you yelp, unsure what youâre asking for.Â
youâd been asleep less than 5 minutes ago, so the combination of his fingers so deep inside and his lips continuing to travel up and down the expanse of your exposed skin has you struggling to form a coherent thought.
âhow is it that youâre always this tight?â anton asks, eyes finding yours. the way his gaze reads innocence, as if he has no idea what heâs doing to you sends your mind into a frenzy.Â
âd-donât knowâshit! i donât know, just donât stop!â you plead, head thrown back between your shoulders at the feeling of antonâs fingers curling upwards until theyâre pointed back at him.
it doesnât shock you all that youâre this close to cumming, not with the speed in which your boyfriend is stretching you out. your hips meet each flick of his wrist halfway, eager. abdomen tense as you fight to hold out.Â
but it was useless.
a particularly hard thrust of antonâs fingers has your body jerking upright. your hips are hungrily bucking but his free hand is quicker, abandoning its assault on both your tits to anchor your lower body to the bed.
from this angle you can see the man below you in his entirety.
his hair is a mess, partially from how heâd slept and partially from the way youâd been using his head to for leverage. heâs in just a tank top and pajama pants, biceps flexed due to the hold he had on your hips.
but his hips were what possessed your wandering eyes.
antonâs rutting helplessly against the mattress beneath him, each whimper and sigh of relief to leave his mouth meets your cunt.Â
the sight has you mindlessly spreading your legs even wider, eyes dewy and jaw dropped in awe as the grown man that was easily twice your size continued whimpering whilst getting off on playing in your pussy.Â
antonâs mouth finds your clit, sucking until the skin is pulled taut between his lips. he releases momentarily with a faint âmwahâ sound before pressing his tongue flat against the swollen pearl and bobbing his head up and down.Â
the next noise to leave you is pornographicâarguably too loud to pair with the time that the digital clock on your nightstand reads.Â
if you were capable of being any more conscious this early in the morning youâd feel a slight bit embarrassed. but right now the only thing you can focus on is the squelch of antonâs fingers as he simultaneously feasts on your clit.
âantonnn! nngâi canât, i canât!â you mewl, the hand in his hair contradicts your statement, holding him flush against you while your orgasm has you making a mess in the palm of his hand.
âi know, baby. i know.â anton coos, releasing your clit to utter the praise that barely meets your ringing ears.Â
your chest heaves and your eyes are painfully heavy, but you pry them open when anton rises to his knees between your legs. heâs got one hand beside your head for balance and the other cradling your chin.
his lips meet yours for the first time this morning and you feel the pit of your stomach heat. the kiss is slow, a mixture of both your labored breathing. antonâs tongue is hot in your mouth, languid and precise in an attempt to completely merge with yours.
youâre chasing him when pulls away, only to drop your head onto the pillow beneath you in defeat.
youâre whimpering when you feel him press his hips forward, eyes fluttering at the weight of his rigid cock on the front of your panties that cling to your cunt shamelessly.
âyouâre fucking huge.â you whisper, clit already paired with the heartbeat in your chest.
the only response you receive from anton is a smirk before heâs dry humping you again. his bottom lip caught between his teeth when he felt another bead of precum leak from the tip of his cock and onto the cotton beneath his pajamas.
then heâs leaning forward, until his head meets your shoulder, placing a tender kiss right beneath your ear.
âneed to fuck you.â he pants as hips remain in motion. "it's been the only thing on my mind since i opened my eyes."
youâre nodding, unable to fix your lips to form a proper sentence.
thatâs all anton needs to begin lowering the waistband of his pants just enough, tucking his fingers into the hem of your panties and tugging them down. he waits to hear the sound of them hitting the ground once you kick them off, then heâs fisting his cock and pumping it once, twiceâŠthree times. hissing at the lack of care in which he was gripping himself.
nudging him out of the way you take over. with one hand you barely cover half of what he was able to, but you can tell when antonâs hips buck forwards that he prefers your grasp over his own.
ây-you gotta stop.â he warns, stuttering when you squeeze. âor iâll cum in your hand.â
huffing as if saying âfine.â you release your hold, hand moving to grip at his forearm next to your head.
using the hand thatâs not supporting his weight he holds his cock at the base, circling your clit with the tip just to watch you squirm and hear your sounds of protest.Â
then heâs easing himself forward, trembling with restraint as every vein in his neck and arms becomes visible. it takes everything in him not to force his hips flush against yours at once.
âantonâf-fuck!â you pant, back arched away from the bed. although it felt like he was fully inside, you could tell he wasnât with the way he'd barely been able take a deep breath, his entire frame frozen above you.
one more fluid roll of his hips and youâre gasping, followed by a sob at the feeling of him bottoming out.Â
âthisâŠt-thisâfuck! this is what i needed from you, baby.â anton pants, each of his thrusts deep, hips brutally slow in pace.Â
âyâah, so deep, i feel so full.â you moan, hand curled around his bicep. the pads of your fingers basically committing the feeling of his muscles flexing beneath your digits to memory.Â
âyeah?â anton taunts, grinding his hips at an angle that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head and your mouth open so wide that you think you may drool when you start nodding in response.
âshitâare you splitting me in half?!â you cry, chest rising and falling rapidly.
the chuckle that leaves antonâs mouth is cut short by a strangled groan when your cunt spasms around his cock.
but his hips donât falter.Â
a large hand finds its way to your front, applying slight pressure to your stomach where the outline of antonâs cock comes and goes.
âcan you feel me here?â he whispers, shoulders shuddering at the weight of his own hand pressed down on his cock through your gut.
youâre a mess, an array of âyesâ and âoh my godâ rushed from between your lips, similar to a chant.
âiâm gonna cumâanton, please!â you beg, doubtful that youâd be able to hold it in anyway due to your last orgasm having been minutes ago.
âiâm not stopping you, baby.â your boyfriend encourages. âcâmon give it to me.â
his hand finds its way between your legs once again, thumbing at your clit. the inflamed nob aches as youâre on the brink of overstimulation, but the burn is addictive and the knot in the stomach grows painfully tight.
you canât warn anton again before you begin to milk his cock. your body goes rigid for a split second, mouth open. the breath youâd been trying to let out is caught in your throat, depriving you of oxygen momentarily.
your hips mindlessly move in tandem with antonâs, only stopping when your limbs begin to sting. the hand that has a hold on his arm, tightening in grip, enough to bruise. Â
you let the man above use you as you attempt to catch your breath, cooing in contentment with each lick of praise you both exchange. his hips finally slow as he paints your insides, thrusts growing sloppier with each thick white rope of cum being stuffed back into your mess of a hole.
anton bottoms out one last time, strength waning. then heâs using both his hands to support his weight while he pulls out. you greedily whine at the loss inside, this only makes the nasty grin on his lips spread wider.
once heâs laying comfortably he waits for you to turn towards him, seeking his hold.
placing your head on his chest you crane your neck, placing another kiss on antonâs lips before your head rests on him again.
you intend to go back to sleep, already sensing the physical consequences of sex before the sun was fully up.
but you have one thing to say to your boyfriend before your eyes shut for the umpteenth time since theyâd first opened.
youâre giggling before you fully ask, but your lips donât curl in mockery. youâre genuinely curious.
âwhat was it, a wet dream?â
âif that would help my case, then yes. i had a wet dream.â anton says, cheeks rosy and eyes glued shut avoiding your gaze.
ânext timeâbecause iâm sure there will be a next time,â you start. your voice is embarrassingly low in volume when you pause in slight hesitation.Â
warnings: explicit sexual content, oral sex (male receiving), deepthroating, face fucking, vaginal sex, wall sex, praise kink, light degradation, hair pulling, size kink, quiet/semi-public sex (dorm setting with members nearby), tired/soft dom anton, creampie (implied), swearing, slight d/s dynamics, age gap (older girlfriend)
wc: 2.6k
synopsis. late at night in his private dorm room, exhausted 22-year-old anton stands in his sweats and has his older girlfriend y/n kneel on the floor. he fucks slowly into her mouth while they talk quietly, finding real, tired relief after a long practice day. what starts as gentle oral quickly turns into desperate, needy sex against the wall, with anton staying vocal and mixing praise with filthy degradation as he uses her to unwind.
the dorm was dead quiet by the time you slipped inside using the code anton sent. only the faint hum of the fridge in the kitchen and someoneâs low snoring from another room broke the silence. you moved down the short hallway to his door at the end. he opened it before you could knock twice, standing there in the dim light from his room spilling out behind him. 184cm tall, broad shoulders filling the frame, black hoodie on, grey sweats sitting low on his hips. his hair was still a little damp from the quick shower after practice, face tired but eyes lighting up just a bit when they landed on you.
âhey,â he said softly, voice rough from the long day. no big smile, just that quiet relief. he stepped back to let you in and shut the door, locking it with a small click. the single room felt even smaller with him in itâbed pushed against one wall, desk cluttered with a notebook and earphones, practice hoodie tossed over the chair. the air smelled like his body wash mixed with the faint leftover sweat from hours of dancing.
he didnât sit. instead he stayed standing right there in the middle of the room, a couple steps from the bed, legs slightly apart. âpractice kicked my ass today,â he murmured, looking down at you. ânew formation keeps changing at the last minute. my calves are killing me. couldnât stop thinking about you the whole way back in the van.â he rubbed the back of his neck, then let his hand drop. âmissed you. like, bad.â
his fingers hooked into the waistband of his sweats but he didnât push them all the way down. just enough to pull his cock out, leaving the sweats bunched around his upper thighs. he was already half-hard, thick and heavy, the kind of size that matched his tall frame. at 22 it didnât take much after days of no time for himself. he stood there solid, masculine, hoodie still covering his torso, sweats staying on like he was too tired to bother with more.
âkneel for me?â he asked, simple and direct, voice low so it wouldnât carry. his hand rested on your shoulder for a second, guiding you down gently until your knees hit the wooden floor in front of him. the height difference was starkâyou on your knees, him towering above, cock right at face level. he looked down at you, one hand lightly on the top of your head, thumb brushing your hair once.
you looked up at him, voice soft. âyou look really tired, baby. long day?â your hand came up, wrapping around the base of him. he was warm, skin smooth over the growing hardness. you stroked him slowly a couple times, feeling him thicken fully in your grip.
âyeah⊠fucking exhausting,â he answered, breath hitching a little when your thumb rubbed over the head. âbut this helps. missed your mouth.â he stayed standing, one hand now bracing lightly against the wall beside the door for balance, the other resting on your head.
you leaned in, lips parting to take him in. the first slide of your tongue along the underside made his hips twitch. âmmh⊠yeah, like that,â he breathed. you took him deeper, mouth warm and wet, working slowly at first because he was thick. your hands rested on his thighs through the sweats, feeling the solid muscle underneath.
anton let out a quiet groan, head tipping back for a second. âfuck, thatâs good.â you pulled back a little, lips shiny, and murmured against him, âyouâre already so hard. been thinking about this all day?â then you sank down again, taking more of him, tongue pressing flat.
âall fucking day,â he admitted, voice rough. his free hand stayed gentle in your hair but his hips started moving, slow at first, pushing into your mouth. he wasnât rough, just needy, sliding deeper with each shallow thrust. the head bumped the back of your throat and he paused, letting you adjust. âshit⊠sorry, you okay?â he asked, looking down at you, eyes dark but still checking.
you nodded slightly, humming around him, the vibration making his thighs tense. âyeah, keep going,â you whispered when you pulled off for air, spit connecting your lips to his cock. âuse my mouth if you need to.â then you took him back in, relaxing your throat as best you could.
he groaned again, quieter this time, and started fucking into your mouth in steady, controlled thrusts. hips rolling forward, cock sliding over your tongue, pushing deeper each time. the wet sounds were soft but clear in the quiet roomâyour mouth working him, his low breaths, the faint creak of the floor when he shifted his weight. his sweats stayed bunched around his thighs, fabric brushing your cheek sometimes when he moved.
âgod, you feel so good,â he muttered, voice breaking a little. one hand cupped the back of your head now, not forcing but guiding the rhythm as he fucked your mouth. his other hand pressed flat against the wall, keeping him steady while his legs, still sore from practice, held him up. every thrust was deliberate, realistic, the kind that came from real need after holding it in for days. sometimes heâd go a little deeper, holding for a second when you swallowed around him, then pulling back so you could breathe.
you looked up at him between strokes, eyes watering slightly from the depth, and pulled off just enough to speak. âyouâre so big tonight⊠taking it easy on me?â your voice was husky, a small smile tugging at your wet lips before you licked along the vein on the underside.
he let out a short, tired laugh that turned into a groan when you sucked the head again. âcanât help it. missed you too much.â then he pushed back in, fucking your mouth with a bit more urgency, hips snapping forward in shallow thrusts. the head hit the back of your throat repeatedly, spit dripping down your chin onto the floor. his breathing got heavier, chest rising under the hoodie, but he kept it quiet, biting his lip sometimes to stay silent.
âkeep doing that with your tongue,â he whispered, voice strained. you did, swirling it around the head every time he pulled back, tasting the salty precum that leaked steadily now. his thighs trembled a little under the sweatsânot from coming, but from the long day finally catching up while pleasure built on top of it. he stayed standing the whole time, tall frame leaning slightly forward, one hand in your hair, the other on the wall.
you hummed around him again, taking him as deep as you could, and he cursed under his breath. âfuck⊠yeah, just like that, y/n.â his thrusts stayed steady, cock sliding in and out of your mouth, wet and warm. no rush to finish. he was drawing it out, letting the relief wash over him slowly in the safety of his locked room while the rest of the dorm slept.
you pulled off for a breath, hand stroking him firmly while you looked up.Â
he looked down at you, eyes half-lidded, sweat starting to bead on his forehead again. âthis is perfect. donât stop.â then he guided your head back down gently and slid back into your mouth, fucking into it with that same controlled rhythm, tall body moving above you, sweats still around his thighs, hoodie still on. the night felt long and private, just the two of you in the quiet room, his tired body finally unwinding through you.
antonâs hips kept rolling forward in that steady rhythm, cock sliding deeper into your mouth with every thrust. his sweats were still bunched around his thick thighs, the fabric brushing your cheek each time he moved. you were on your knees on the wooden floor, hands gripping his legs through the material, jaw aching a little from how thick he was but you kept going, tongue working him as best you could. his breathing had gotten heavier, chest rising fast under the black hoodie, one hand tangled in your hair while the other pressed flat against the wall for balance.
âfuck⊠y/n, iâmâshit, iâm close,â he whispered, voice cracking. he was trying so hard to stay quiet, but the sounds kept slipping out anyway. low, broken grunts and shaky breaths that he couldnât hold back. his members were just down the hallâprobably sleeping, but the dorm walls were thin. every time he pushed into your throat and you swallowed around him, a helpless little âahâfuckâ escaped through gritted teeth. he bit his lip hard, eyes squeezed shut for a second, but it didnât stop the quiet moans.
you looked up at him, eyes watery, and hummed around his cock, sucking harder. that did it. his thighs tensed under your hands, muscles jumping. âoh god⊠yeah, just like thatâdonât stop, please,â he breathed, voice getting higher, more desperate. he was vocal, couldnât help it, the words tumbling out in that tired, needy tone. âyour mouth feels so fucking good⊠iâm gonnaâfuck, iâm comingââ
his hips stuttered, pushing deep one last time as he came hard down your throat. hot spurts filled your mouth, thick and salty, and he let out a choked groan that he tried to muffle by pressing his face into his own arm. âahhâshit, shit, fuckâŠâ the words were muffled but still loud enough that he winced right after, listening for any movement outside. his body shook a little, tall frame leaning heavier against the wall while he kept coming, pulse after pulse. you swallowed as much as you could, some of it slipping from the corner of your lips, but you stayed on him until he was done, sucking gently through the aftershocks.
he was breathing hard, chest heaving, when he finally pulled out slowly. his cock was still half-hard, shiny with spit and come, twitching when the cool air hit it. âholy fuck⊠sorry, i tried to be quiet,â he whispered, voice hoarse. a small, tired laugh escaped him as he looked down at you, thumb wiping the mess from your chin. âyou okay? that was a lot.â
you nodded, swallowing the last of it, voice a little raspy. âyeah⊠you came so much. felt like you really needed that.â
âi did,â he admitted, still catching his breath. he didnât let you stay on the floor long. his hands slid under your arms, big palms warm as he guided you up to your feet. at 184cm he towered over you even more now, pulling you close until your back hit the wall beside his desk. the room was small, so the move only took a couple steps. he pressed against you, hoodie still on, sweats pushed down just enough, his body heat radiating through the fabric.
âturn around,â he murmured against your ear, voice low and rough from coming. you did, palms flat on the wall. he tugged your bottoms down quickly, not bothering with anything else, just enough to get access. his hand reached between your legs, fingers sliding through how wet you already were from sucking him. âfuck, youâre soaked⊠all that just from blowing me?â he sounded half-amused, half-turned on again.
he lined himself up and pushed in slow at first, thick head stretching you open. you gasped, forehead pressing to the cool wall. âanton⊠bigâfuck.â the words came out shaky. he groaned quietly as he sank deeper, hips flush against your ass once he bottomed out. âso tight⊠always so good for me,â he whispered, starting to move. his thrusts were deep and steady, the kind that made your knees weak. the wall creaked faintly with each push, but he didnât care anymore, too lost in it.
you came first, faster than you expected. the angle was perfect, his cock hitting that spot inside you over and over while his hand reached around to rub your clit. your legs shook, a broken moan leaving your lips before you could stop it. âiâmâiâm coming, oh godââ your voice cracked, body clenching hard around him. words stopped making sense after that. everything blurred into soft, helpless soundsâwhines and gasps that you couldnât hold back.
anton didnât let up. he kept fucking you through it, hips snapping harder now, one hand fisting your hair and pulling your head back gently but firmly so your back arched. âthatâs it⊠come on my cock like a good girl,â he breathed right against your ear, voice dark and low. the praise and degradation mixed together in that real, breathless way. âlook at you, canât even speak anymore, huh? all dumb and fucked out just from my dick. so fucking pretty when youâre like this.â
he tugged your hair a little more, not enough to hurt but enough to keep you right there, head tilted back so he could see your face from the side. âyeah? nothing to say now? just taking it like you were made for it.â his thrusts stayed deep, grinding against you every time he bottomed out. âmy dumb little slut⊠so wet, creaming all over me. you love when i use you after practice, donât you?â the words were filthy but spoken softly, mixed with softer ones right after. âbut youâre so good for me⊠always letting me have you when i need it. fuck, i love this pussy.â
you couldnât form real sentences anymore. just broken whimpers and moans, forehead sliding against the wall as he fucked you harder. your brain felt hazy, every thrust pushing you further into that floaty, dumb feeling where only pleasure existed. anton kept talking, voice husky and relentless, switching between praise and degradation without missing a beat. âcanât talk? thatâs okay, baby. just make those pretty sounds for me. let me hear how stupid iâm making you.â
his free hand gripped your hip, fingers digging in as he drove into you, tall body curved over yours. sweat was beading on his skin again, hoodie sticking to his back. he was vocal the whole timeâgroans, curses, whispered filth right into your ear. âfuck, youâre squeezing me so tight⊠gonna make me come again if you keep doing that.â every pull on your hair sent sparks down your spine, keeping you arched and helpless against the wall while he used you exactly how he needed after that long, exhausting day.
the dorm stayed quiet outside, but inside his room the sounds were unmistakableâskin against skin, your muffled moans, his low grunts and dirty words. he didnât stop, hips rolling deep and steady, dragging it out because he wasnât ready to be done with you yet. his cock throbbed inside you, thick and relentless, pushing you toward another edge even as your first orgasm still pulsed through your body.
you were completely gone, mind blank except for the feeling of him filling you, his voice in your ear, his hand in your hair. anton leaned in closer, lips brushing your neck as he whispered, âgood girl⊠my perfect dumb girl. take it all for me.â
Notes: Back after far too long⊠and Iâve been keeping something very, very hot for you.
January 11, 2025 â 8:30 AM â Seoul
âThe remnants of breakfast lingered on the kitchen islandâhalf-eaten plates of avocado toast and fresh fruit, the faint aroma of brewed coffee mingling with the citrus tang of Jennie's orange slices. We'd eaten in comfortable silence mostly, her foot hooked around my calf under the table, a subtle anchor after the intensity of her morning devotion. Kuma had begged for scraps at our feet, his paws tapping impatiently on the tile, but I'd shooed him off with a laugh, my hand never straying far from her thigh. The normalcy of it all grounded me, a brief respite from the storm of her schedule and my own restless mind. But the undercurrent hummed between us, that electric pull that always led us back to skin and sighs.
âI cleared the plates with a quick rinse in the sink, the water rushing like white noise, while she scrolled through her phone, murmuring about the day's agendaârehearsal notes from Allison, a quick check-in on the GDA outfits. "We should clean up," I said finally, drying my hands on a dish towel, my voice low and suggestive, eyes locking on hers until she set the phone down with a knowing smile. She nodded, slipping off the stool, her robe whispering against her legs as she led the way upstairs, hips swaying just enough to draw my gaze.
âThe master bathroom was our sanctuary, all sleek marble and diffused light from the skylight above, the air still carrying a hint of last night's steam. I twisted the faucet for the bathtub, the deep porcelain tub filling with a steady gush, steam rising in lazy curls. I added her favorite scentâjasmine and vanilla, a custom blend from that boutique in Gangnam she'd discovered during a rare free afternoon last year. The fragrance bloomed immediately, heady and enveloping, transforming the space into something intimate, almost sacred. I tested the water with my elbowâperfect, warm enough to melt away the chill of the morning air seeping through the windows.
âStripping off my boxers, I stepped in first, the water lapping at my calves, then thighs, as I sank down, the heat soaking into my muscles like a balm. My body relaxed against the curved back, legs stretching out, the surface rippling gently. "Come here," I called softly, watching the doorway, anticipation coiling low in my gut.
âJennie appeared, framed in the soft glow, her fingers at the tie of her satin robe. She undid it with deliberate slowness, the fabric parting like a secret revealedâfirst the dip of her collarbone, then the swell of her breasts, nipples already pebbling in the cooler air, down to the flat plane of her stomach and the dark thatch between her thighs. The robe pooled at her feet with a silken hush, and I cursed under my breath, "Fuck, Jennie," my voice rough, cock twitching back to life beneath the water. She grinned, that wicked curve of her lips that always undid me, stepping closer with unhurried grace.
âShe climbed in, the water sloshing as she settled between my legs, her back pressing flush against my chest, skin to skin in a way that felt like coming home. Her head fell back onto my shoulder, a contented sigh escaping her, her dark hair fanning out across my collarbone, dampening slightly from the steam. I wrapped my arms around her, lips brushing her temple in a tender kiss, my hands beginning their slow explorationâtracing the curve of her waist, the dip of her hips, thumbs circling lazy patterns on her abdomen. The water buoyed us, warm and weightless, her body yielding under my touch like she was made for it.
â"Mmm," she purred, eyes fluttering shut, the sound vibrating through her back into me. My hands moved upward, cupping her breasts fully now, the weight of them heavy and perfect in my palms. I kneaded gently at first, fingers splaying wide, then focused on her nipplesâhardened peaks that I rolled between forefinger and thumb, pinching just enough to elicit a sharp inhale from her. She arched slightly, a soft moan spilling out, "Ah... Nico," her voice breathy, laced with that vulnerability she only showed me.
âEmboldened, my right hand trailed lower, skimming over her navel, dipping into the water to find her core. She was slick alreadyânot just from the bath, but from her own arousal, her folds swollen and parting easily under my fingers. "Shit, baby," she cursed, hips bucking once, instinctively, as I circled her clit with a feather-light touch, the nub throbbing under my pad. Her legs widened without prompting, knees bending to hook over the tub's edge, water spilling over the rim in shallow waves, exposing her fully to the air and my gaze.
âI chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling against her ear, my left hand still toying with her breast, keeping her on that edge. "So eager for me, aren't you? Spreading wide like a good little slut." The words came out possessive, laced with that dominance she craved, and she whimpered in response, her body trembling. I pressed harder on her clit, rubbing in tight circles, feeling it pulse, before sliding two fingers down and plunging them inside herâdeep, unyielding, the wet squelch of her heat audible even over the lapping water.
â"Fuck, baby!" she screamed, the sound raw and broken, her walls clenching around me immediately, hot and velvet-tight. I explored her slowly at first, curling my fingers to map her depths, the pads dragging along her inner walls until I found that spongy spotâthe one that always made her unravel. I stroked it deliberately, pressing and rubbing, and her moans escalated, a cascade of "Oh god, yes... right there," her breath hitching with each pass.
âHer right hand flailed for purchase, finding the edge of the tub, nails scraping the porcelain with a faint screech, while her left reached back, tugging at my nape, fingers digging in, scratching lightly down to my shoulder. The sting fueled me, a sharp contrast to the slick glide inside her. "Shit, Jennie," I growled hoarsely, my cock hardening fully against her lower back, trapped between us. "You're so fucking tightâgripping me like you never want me to leave."
âThe gentleness evaporated then, my thrusts turning rougher, fingers pumping faster, harder, the water churning around us with wet slaps, splashing against the sides. I was dominant by nature with her, especially like thisâcouldn't hold back the urge to claim, to degrade in that way that made her eyes glaze with need. "That's it, take my fingers like the needy whore you are," I murmured against her neck, nipping the skin there, my teeth grazing just hard enough to mark without bruising. "You love it when I fuck you rough, don't you? Begging for it without words, your pussy clenching like it's starving."
âShe didâgod, she loved it, her body responding with fervent squeezes, moans turning to desperate groans, "Uhh, ugh, yesâharder!" Her hips rolled to meet my hand, the rhythm building, water overflowing now in rhythmic splashes, the tub creaking faintly under our movements. I added a third finger, stretching her, the quiet, slick sounds of her arousal lost in the waterâs movement, her breaths uneven, chest rising against my arm.
â"I'mâfuck, I'm cumming," she gasped suddenly, her head turning to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw, sucking at the pulse point on my neck with a wet pop, teeth grazing in retaliation. Her walls fluttered wildly, tightening like a vice, and I felt the telltale quiver building to a peak.
âBut I pulled out abruptly, fingers withdrawing with a slick pop, denying her the release. She keened, a frustrated whine, "Noâplease, don't stop," her hand shooting down to grab my wrist, nails biting into my skin, trying to guide me back. Her eyes, when she twisted to look at me, were wild, pleading, that raw vulnerability cracking through her composure.
â"Relax, Jen," I soothed, voice a low command as I kissed her neck, lips trailing fire along her throat, tasting the salt of her skin. My free hand caressed her thighs, soothing the tremble, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh. "Not yet. I decide when you comeâremember that." The possession in my tone was unyielding, a reminder of the dynamic that bound us, her submission a gift she offered freely.
âI shifted then, standing up in the tub, water cascading off my body in rivulets, my cock jutting out hard and insistent, foreskin pulled back from the earlier tease. She glanced back and up at me, confusion furrowing her brow, lips parted in question. "What'sâ?"
â"I fucking want to pee," I said, smirking down at her, the words blunt and charged, reigniting that shared kink. Her eyes widened, then she laughedâa breathless, delighted sound that echoed off the tilesâbefore parting her lips, tongue extending flat and inviting, her gaze locked on mine with that mix of trust and thrill.
âGripping the base of my cock, I aimed carefully, the stream starting hot and steady against her waiting tongue. The relief washed over me, a deep moan rumbling from my chestâ"Ahh, fuck, yes"âas I emptied my bladder, the warmth splashing into her mouth, some trickling down her chin to mix with the bathwater. She swallowed what she could, eyes never leaving mine, the act intimate and degrading in equal measure, her hand still on my thigh, squeezing in encouragement. "Good girl," I praised hoarsely, the last drops tapering off, shaking myself free before stepping back. "Swallow it all for meâyou're mine, every filthy part."
âShe did, licking her lips with a shiver, the flush on her cheeks deepening. We rinsed off then, the showerhead hissing to life beside the tub, warm spray cascading over us as I soaped her bodyâpossessive hands lingering on every curve, washing away the evidence but not the heat. Towels followed, soft and absorbent, as we dried in the steamy air, her skin glowing pink from the warmth.
â9:15 AM â Seoul
âWe padded out of the bathroom, the heated floors warming our feet, into the adjoining dressing areaâa spacious walk-in closet with mirrored vanities and soft lighting. Jennie moved to her vanity table, still nude, her body a tantalizing silhouette in the morning light filtering through the sheer curtains. She picked up her phone, thumbing through messages, typing a quick reply to Allison no doubt, her posture relaxed but focused, ass curving invitingly as she leaned slightly.
âI couldn't resist. Closing the distance silently, I pressed against her from behind, my hands sliding over her hips, up her sides, cupping her breasts briefly before dipping to caress her assâfirm, smooth, mine. She startled softly, a gasp escaping, but didn't pull away, her typing faltering. "Babe..."
âI pushed gently, bending her forward over the vanity, the wood cool against her elbows as she braced herself, phone clattering forgotten to the surface. She glanced back at me, eyes wide with confusion but darkening with anticipation, her body instinctively arching, presenting. "What are youâ?"
â"Teasing you," I murmured, my cockâstill hard, achingânudging between her thighs, the head brushing her slick folds without entering. She moaned low, "Mmm, please, i like that," dropping the phone fully now, screen lighting up ignored as her hands gripped the table's edge. I rocked forward, sliding along her slit, coating myself in her wetness, the tip catching her clit with each pass, drawing out breathy whimpers.
â"Look at you, bent over like this, dripping for my cock," I growled, one hand fisting her hair lightly, tilting her head back to expose her neck, the other guiding myself. "Begging without words againâsuch a desperate slut for me." The humiliation laced my words, possessive and raw, and she shuddered, pushing back, "Yes... Baby, fuck me."
âI didn't make her wait longer. Aligning the head, I slid inside her slowlyâinch by torturous inch, her heat enveloping me like a glove, walls fluttering in welcome. "Fuck, so tight," I groaned, bottoming out with a wet slap of skin, her ass flush against my hips. She cried out, "Ahhâyes!" the vanity creaking under her grip as I held still for a beat, savoring the stretch, the way she clenched around me.
âThen I movedâdeep, controlled thrusts at first, building that rhythm, the mirror reflecting us: her parted lips, my focused gaze, bodies joined in stark relief. "You feel so good, Jennieâtaking me like you were made for it," I rasped, hand sliding to her hip for leverage, the other still in her hair, pulling just enough to arch her. Her moans filled the room, messy and breathlessâ"Harder... ugh, yes, fuck me deeper,"âmingling with the slick sounds of our joining, skin meeting skin with rhythmic smacks.
âI obliged, pace quickening, dominant now in fullâthrusting harder, faster, the vanity protesting with faint squeaks, bottles rattling on the surface. "That's it, scream for me," I demanded, leaning over her, lips at her ear. "Let me hear how much you love being my fucktoyâmine to use whenever I want." She did, cries escalating, "Fucâoh god, you fuck me so good"' her body trembling, chasing that denied peak from earlier.
âThe emotional underlayer hit me thenâamid the raw possession, the way she trusted me with this, with her vulnerabilities born from years of scrutiny. The hate that had scarred her; here, in these moments, I reclaimed her, body and soul. 'You're so pretty like this," I praised between thrusts, voice softening just a fraction, "falling apart for meâonly me." Her response was a sob of pleasure, walls tightening anew, and I felt my own release building, but I held back, determined to break her first.
âWe moved together, the dressing area echoing with our symphonyâgroans, moans, the wet glide of me inside her, the creak of wood under strain. Sweat beaded on our skin, the air thick with jasmine and sex, time blurring as I drove her higher, whispering degradations that only fueled her fire: "Come on, slut, milk my cockâshow me how bad you need it." She shattered then, a keening wail, 'I'm cummingâfuck, baby!" her body convulsing, pulsing around me in waves that pulled me under too.
âI followed with a guttural "Jennie, babyâshit," spilling deep inside her, hips stuttering as aftershocks rippled through us both. We stayed locked like that, breaths syncing, my arms wrapping around her waist to hold her close, forehead to her shoulder. "Mine," I whispered, the word a vow amid the haze.
â9:45 AM â Seoul
âEventually, we separated, her turning in my arms for a lazy kiss, bodies slick and sated. The phone buzzed insistently on the vanityâreality intrudingâand she sighed, picking it up with a reluctant glance. "Allison's checking in." I nodded, stealing one more kiss, the morning's indulgences a secret armor against the day ahead. But as she typed, I lingered, hand on her lower back, already plotting the next stolen moment. In this house, in her world, she was safeâprotected, possessed, utterly mine.
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boyfriend!anton who looooves feeling your body pressed up against his. every time you hug him, he just melts a little. feeling your soft tits all squished on him, breathing in your sweet perfume while his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. his hands always wander, sliding down to your hips, then your ass, giving it a soft squeeze just to feel it in his palm, and he can literally feel the blood going straight to his cock when you whine in his ear if he squeezes too hard
boyfriend!anton whose favourite thing when youâre making out is having you on his lap, guiding your hips on his hard bulge while his tongue is in your mouth, swallowing every soft sound you make. he loves feeling the warmth of your pussy on his clothed cock, the way you press against him desperately, big hands squeezing your ass and spreading the cheeks so you can feel him more, and when his tip nudges on your clit just right and you gasp softly against his ear, oh he's cumming right there in his clothes
boyfriend!anton who calls you just to hear your sweet voice when youâre not home, and that alone is enough to make him rock hard, leaving him restless the second you hang up. he canât help himself, hand slipping under his sweats, pulling his dick out and jerking off. he might even grab a pair of your panties from your drawer, placing them on his cock or face, completely lost in the thought of you wearing them, of pulling you onto his lap and guiding your hips over him, slowly sliding you down on his big cock and his hands roaming everywhere, groping your tits and thighs as you bounce on him. and when he cums he gets so soft and whiny, his sensitive dick becoming half hard again
boyfriend!anton who loves taking pictures of you and recording you. youâre sprawled across the sheets, covered in hickies, his cum all over your tits and stomach, he's immediately taking a picture. whether youâre riding him, face down ass up, or taking his fingers repeatedly in your cum covered pussy, he's recording all of it. honestly, no one would expect sweet and shy anton to have such perverted things hidden in his phone! but it's only for him to see. his pretty princess, taking his big cock down her throat, or playing with herself for him, or her crying, sucking and licking on his long fingers saying ''i love you daddy''
boyfriend!anton who loves eating you out. he worships your body completely, and especially your pussy. he could be between your thighs for hours, just licking and sucking on your clit, fucking you with his tongue or using his fingers as well. he wants you messy, overwhelmed, whining and tugging at his hair, telling him to stop even though you donât really mean it. you love how your boyfriend would literally do anything for you and prioritize your pleasure over his. he loves seeing you like that, completely undone and fucked out, knowing heâs the one doing it to you. you wanna see his face glistening with your cum and his spit, his cheeks all red and his hair messy. and he loves it when you sit on his face. he can grab your ass hard and push you harder on his tongue and nose, and sometimes he jerks himself off with his other hand, cumming on his abs while lapping on your juices
boyfriend!anton who just manhandles you into whatever position he wants, like it comes so naturally to him. heâs so much bigger, stronger, and he loves it, loves how easily he can move you around, place you exactly where he wants you without much effort. one second youâre under him, legs over his shoulders, his hands firm on your waist as he plunges his big cock in and out of your drooly cunt, and the next heâs flipping you over like itâs nothing, pressing your face down into the pillows before sliding right back in, stretching you sooo good. his large hands grip your hips tight, pulling you back against him with every thrust and making you feel him deeper
boyfriend!anton who canât stop filling you up with his cum. itâs like heâs in a trance every time he sees it slowly oozing out of your fluttering hole. he wants to breed your little pussy every single timeânot because heâs trying to get you pregnant, but because he loves seeing his cum all over you, filling you to the brim, and then doing it again. he might even spread your legs and clean you with his mouth, tasting your mixed juices on his tongue or heâll push it back inside with his fingers, making you lick them clean after.
Mmm so sleepy if only there was someone hugging me while thrusting their cock slowly up my cunt while kissing me on the forehead then the tip of my ear then my cheek and then my neck until I fell asleep
pairing: jackson wang x fem!reader
warnings: swearing, suggestive dialogue, angst, comfort, aftercare. smut: oral (m and f receiving), fingering, soft dom!jackson, usage of âdaddyâ, praise kink. kinda turned into mostly porn w/no plot - sry not sry. MDNI, 18+ only
word count: 3.1k
synopsis: the pressure of his new album was getting to him, and the only thing that would calm his frayed nerves was getting a hit of dopamine; precious time with you.
note: trying something new here, so please bear with me while i get my footing. my initial thought was to write one-shots loosely based off of some of the lyrics in jackson's songs that inspire me. however, in falling down the rabbit hole that is pinterest, i have seen so many other pictures of him that are possibly making me want to write other versions of him (husband!jackson? dad!jackson?) not quite sure yet, but i am happy to hear any/all suggestions if you have them! as always, thx for reading :)
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Sometime after midnight, you were curled up on the couch, unintentionally passed out while the television screen played some trashy reality show youâd fallen asleep to. Â
The work week had already been draining, and so after two glasses of red wine and some greasy take out, all you wanted to do was turn your brain off. So much so, you turned off all of the lights in your apartment before collapsing onto the sofa, and shut down your phone.
A few soft, methodical knocks rapped on your front door not far from the living area. Blinking your eyes open slowly, you looked around the room in a daze trying to refamiliarize yourself with where you were when your attention fell back on the quiet noise. Â
Pushing yourself up lazily from the couch, you adjusted your sleep shorts and tugged down your oversized hoodie as you meandered to the door.
With a quick peek through the peephole, you were surprised to see the visitor just outside. Opening the door quickly, your eyes fell on the slumped over figure of your boyfriend, Jackson, leaning against the doorframe. âHeyâŠâ you murmured quietly, furrowing your brows at the state of him.
Wearing his signature baggy black jeans, black hoodie pulled over his messy hair and chunky black boots, you could barely see his eyes due to the shadow of the hood over them.
âBaby, what are you doing here so late? What time is it anyway?â Your voice was soft, gingerly reaching out to him to pull him inside your apartment.
âAlmost 1 AM, sorry, you werenât answering your phoneâŠâ he mumbled, shuffling his feet inside before kicking off his shoes and pulling his hood back. âI just needed to be with you.â
âI⊠I turned my phone off, Iâm the one who is sorry. Didnât mean to cut you out too,â you apologized, shutting the door softly behind you.
Taking a few steps forward, Jackson lifted his arms to slump around you, burrowing his nose into your neck, breathing you in. Feeling the weight he was carrying, your arms wrapped comfortingly around his midsection. Â
âAre you okâŠ?â you whispered into his ear, placing a soft kiss to his temple.
âYeah⊠no⊠I donât know. Lately Iâm so caught up in the moment that Iâm forgetting the big picture I think.â He paused, pulling back a little bit to press his forehead against yours with a heavy sigh. âThere's so much in my head, can't put it down.â
âPretty substantial stuff for so late on a Wednesday night,â you tried to tease quietly. Pressing your lips to the tip of his nose, âwhy donât you go sit on the couch and Iâll make you some tea?â
Jackson finally lifted his head, making his first real attempt at eye contact with you since he walked in. âThereâs just too much on my chestâŠâÂ
You placed a comforting palm above his heart, nodding empathetically. âGo sit down, baby.â
Turning around, he made his way over to the sofa and leaned back against the cushions, tipping his head against the back while shutting his eyes. Â
A few minutes later, you came over to sit beside him, handing him a warm mug of green tea. Shifting his eyes back to you, he took the beverage gratefully and took a slow sip before placing it on the coffee table.
Snaking one of your arms around his shoulder, you softly began kneading at his muscles, trying to relax him quietly. Â
Dipping his head forward with his eyes closed, he sighed gratifyingly, mumbling something about shoulders tight.
âTell me whatâs going on, whatâs got you so stressed out?â Â
âI think itâs the new album, thereâs a lot of pressure to get it right. And my team is insistent that I am out there promoting almost every fucking dayâŠâ Jackson said, shifting to lean his back against you, silently encouraging you to continue rubbing his shoulders. Â
âEverything just feels like itâs getting heavy, and Iâm not seeing anyone turn on the light at the end of the tunnelâŠâ
Your deft fingers continued to caress his fatigued upper body, pressure changing from light touches to firmer strokes up the column of his neck.
âThe initial reactions to Buck are positive though, right?â You murmured quietly, trying to keep the level of your voice calming to match the rhythmic motions of your hands.
âGratefully,â Jackson agreed, sighing deeply to the feeling of your careful ministrations. Â
âBe kind to yourself, thereâs a lot going on right now and I know itâs got to be so draining but you have to take care of yourself too.â With his head resting back against your shoulder, you placed a feather-light kiss to the top of his hair.
Reaching for one of your hands, Jackson pulled it down to kiss the back of your hand softly before resting it flat on his chest. âTruthfully, Iâm here because I was craving some of your careâŠâ
âOh yeah?â You playfully questioned, curling your fingers into the fabric of his shirt beneath your hand.
Craning to look back up at you, a mischievous glint in his eye becoming apparent in his dark, weary face. âI need a little smoothing out the roughâŠâ
âThat so?â Fingernails dragging slowly across his chest, applying just enough pressure to cause his breath to hitch.
Jackson sat up again, moving his back to lean against the couch cushions as he reached out for you, hands gripping your waist in an attempt to coax you into his lap.Â
â...I want relief I know only you can provide,â he murmured, ghosting his breath over your wanting, parted lips.
âI want to feel your touchâŠâ Jackson whispered against your neck, his hands digging into your thighs as he began rocking you against his growing arousal below you, achingly slow. âI want releaseâŠâÂ
With your eyes pinched shut and your head tipped back, you exhaled the sweetest moan as he began trailing the tip of his tongue down the side of your throat. âJacksâŠâ you whimpered breathlessly, arms wrapped around his shoulders.
One of his hands meandered its way up your back, up to the base of your scalp where his lean digits curled your hair into a makeshift ponytail and gave it a commanding, possessive tug.Â
With even more of your neck now exposed to him, he sucked at your heated flesh, leaving a deep rouge bruise in his wake, eliciting another desperate whine from you.
The air between you was thick, heady with anticipation and each touch ignited a heated spark between you. âFuck, I love when you beg for meâŠâ Jackson groaned, nuzzling into you as both of his hands dropped to the bottom of your hoodie, inching it up your otherwise bare hips and waist.
âThe noises you make are intoxicating,â he continued, his calloused palm creeping up enough to cup your now exposed breast. â...youâre like a damn drug, one I canât get enough of.â His expert fingers lightly rolled over your nipple, causing it to harden instinctively under his careful touch.
âItâs like my body just knew where to go to get a fixâŠâ he murmured, dotting kisses along your jaw, up to your mouth, finally melting his lips against yours in a slow, all-consuming manner. âI came here to get some dopamine,â he confessed against your mouth.
â...to get a hit of my favorite addiction,â Jackson paused, leaning back just enough to fully remove the hoodie you were wearing, exposing your chest and upper body to him entirely. Lifting his eyes to yours, wandering hands resting on your warm, flushed skin. â... you.âÂ
The intimacy of his words, so poetic and full of intensity, always did something to you. Your mutual yearning for each other never wavered.
You began rocking your hips on top of him more fervently, applying more direct pressure of your damped heat on top of his erection below which was becoming harder by the second.Â
Weaving your lips together, you pressed your bare chest against his torso, the flames of your internal fire stoking your hunger for him with every movement.
âLet me take care of you babyâŠâ you hushed against his lips, your fingers now at the bottom of his own sweatshirt, pulling it and the tank below off at a teasingly slow rate, heightening his anticipation. Â
Raking your fingertips down the expanse of his defined chest muscles and toned torso, thin red lines marking his flesh that would linger as a reminder of your touch, you pushed yourself off of his lap and fell to your knees between his legs.
Jackson stayed quiet while his gaze remained fixed on your face, his lips parted, watching your every move so intently. Though when your fingers reached to the front of his jeans, you heard his sharp inhale when you unbuttoned his pants, and drug the zipper down. Â
Leaning forward, eyes still locked in on his own, you pressed a soft kiss to the curve of him straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs. Noting the small, growing damp spot near the head of his cock, you couldnât stop yourself from dragging your tongue against it. Â
âFuck,â he exhaled, unable to look away.
Once your fingertips reached the waist of his clothes, Jackson lifted his hips just enough to help you slide everything off, his heavy erection now twitching before you.
Eagerly, you brought your soft palm to the head of his cock, smearing the precum that had collected there to drag down his shaft.
Teasingly, you placed a chaste kiss to the leaking tip of him before dragging your tongue all the way down his hard length and right back up before wrapping your plump lips around him.Â
Shifting your weight to get more comfortable, you began bobbing your head up and down him languidly, enjoying the sound of his breath getting steadily heavier.
âShit, my lady looks so pretty with my dick in her mouthâŠâ he cooed, gingerly moving his hand to your forehead to brush away any unruly strands of hair out of your face. Â
Your cheeks flushed a soft pink at his praises, which only encouraged you to take him further down your throat. Noticing how his words affected you, his hand shifted to the back of your head and helped guide you down as far as you could go, nose pressing into his lower abdomen as a low moan reverberated around his cock. Â
âGooood girl,â he purred, holding your head still for a moment. âSuch a good fucking girl for me.â Releasing his hold on you, you pulled back off of him completely, gasping for air as a sticky trail of drool connected your lower lip to the head of his dick. Â
Wrapping his hand around your hair again, not to force you to move, but to hold you close and keep himself grounded, he became mesmerized by the rise and fall of your breasts with your deep inhales.Â
Youâd never felt truly desired before Jackson, and how he looked at you like you hung all of the stars in the sky - cherished, revered, loved. Â
âSo tastyâŠâ you whispered, looking up at him through your eyelashes, bobbing your head back down his flushed cock. âWant to make you feel so good, Daddy.âÂ
âFuck, you could make it go all night and Iâd die a happy man,â Jackson said, his voice gravely, low, hoarse. Â
Even after years of being together, the pull he had over you was undeniable. The heat of his gaze caused you to press your thighs together, becoming desperate for some sort of friction.
Closing your eyes, you placed one of your hands on the top of his thighs for stability as your free hand snaked down the front of your body and beneath your soaked panties. Â
Noticing the hitch in your breath, Jacksonâs eyes moved down to your hand, unable to see it beneath the waistband of your sleep shorts. Groaning deeply, his hips instinctively lifted, chasing the exquisite feeling of you gagging around him.
âOh is my girl feeling needy?â he teased, his grip on your hair tightening, thrusting against the back of your throat in slow pumps. âGo on, touch yourself⊠I know youâve been waiting for me.â
Jacksonâs words of approval made you moan around him, encouraging you to press your middle and index finger against your swollen nub, rubbing small circles against the bundle of nerves.
Pulling your lips off of his cock with a loud pop, you inhaled a sharp intake of breath at the sensation between your legs. Â
âFuck,â he whispered, watching your reactions. Bringing his hand to the base of his dick, he began stroking himself with his free hand, his other still tangled in your hair. âFinger yourself, let me hear how wet you are.â
âYes Daddy,â you whined, dipping the same two fingers down your slit and into your throbbing pussy. Building a slow rhythm, you pressed the heel of your palm against your clit as a wet, squelching sound could be heard from between your thighs.
Leaning forward again, you dipped your head between his muscular legs and dragged your tongue flat against one of his balls. Hissing at the sudden feeling of your wet, warm breath, Jackson began twisting his hand faster up and down his length.Â
Sucking one of them into your mouth, you twirled the tip of your tongue around the delicate flesh, unable to help your moaning.Â
The feeling of your vibrations against his most sensitive area caused his grip in your hair to tighten, and he held your head closer against his body, writhing against you as his speed on his cock became erratic. Â
âSuch a filthy little girl for me, drooling all over me like you canât get enough⊠you like it when youâve got Daddyâs balls in your mouth, donât you?â Â
Nodding frantically, you let go of one and switched to the other, swirling your tongue around it as your fingers buried in your cunt increased their momentum.Â
âYou gonna cum from just your fingers, sweet girl?â He asked, almost more demanded. âPut your mouth back on my cock, you better suck Daddy dry before you fucking cum.â
The switch of his tone from soft and gentle to harsh and domineering was dizzying. Doing as he demanded though, you took your place back higher on your knees, taking the length of his pulsing cock deep in the back of your mouth once again.
The sensations of Jackson fucking up into your mouth and the sloppy sound of your fingers moving in and out of your slick was becoming too much.Â
Digging your fingernails into his thigh, grasping on for purchase, you began rubbing the palm of your hand more fervently against your clit, chasing your eminent release. Â
Unable to speak with him so deep down your throat, you hallowed your cheeks and hummed a moan against him, doing all you could to push him over his looming edge.
âGonna fucking cum princessâŠâ he grunted out, holding your head against him as he bucked up into your mouth once, twice. Tipping his head back, he left out a filthy, load moan as you felt his warm, sticky seed coating the back of your throat. Â
Between the addictive sounds of his climax, the tangy taste of him on the back of your tongue, and the walls of your pussy fluttering around your fingers, you were so close.Â
Jackson pulled himself out of your mouth, letting you catch your breath as you so desperately tried to push yourself over the edge.
Regaining his senses, he saw you struggling before him and without any warning, pushed you back onto the floor and ripped your shorts off your legs.Â
Pulling your hand away from yourself and letting him manhandle you, you laid back flat against the carpet as Jackson pulled your legs over both of his shoulders and buried his face into your pussy.
âOh my God, fuck fuckâŠâ you cried, lifting your head just enough to watch him pull your clit between his lips and began sucking. Â
Bringing one of his large hands between your thighs, he slipped two of his fingers into your slick walls, already so wet for him. Curling them just right, and flicking his tongue against your sensitive nub, you started trembling under his touch.
âGonna c-cum⊠Daddy please let me cum,â you begged, your fingers finding the back of his head for stability. Groaning against you, he demanded with one simple word. âCum.âÂ
With his command, the pressure of his fingertips against that sweet spot deep inside you and his skillful tongue, you came hard, involuntarily grinding against his face.Â
Jackson left his fingers still, buried inside you, and placed soft kisses against your clit as your body convulsed under the aftershocks of your intense release.
Gently, he released your legs back to the ground, soothingly massaging the tops of your thighs as you tried to catch your breath. First licking his lips, he brought the back of one of his hands to wipe the remnants of your arousal from his mouth and leaned up to grab the blanket off the back of the couch.Â
Laying down beside you, Jackson draped the blanket over both of your naked bodies. Shifting so he was hovering halfway over you, he brought a hand up to brush the damp strands of hair away from your face and leaned in to kiss you gently. Â
âYou ok?â He asked, barely above a whisper. With a simple nod of your head, you turned to nuzzle into his neck, taking a deep breath. âI was supposed to be the one taking care of you tonight,â you mumbled.
âJust being here, you telling me sweet nothingsâŠâ he paused, pressing his lips to the top of your head, âyou got me all right.â
You hummed softly, wrapping an arm around his waist and tangling your legs between his. âReally was just trying to be an ear for you to vent to, a shoulder to lean on.â
Jackson laughed low, âainât no time for talking when weâre tongue-tied.â
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featuring: jackson wang x fem!reader
warnings: swearing, smut: somnophilia, fingering (f receiving), overstim, oral (f receiving), praise, degradation, slight dubcon. MDNI, 18+ only*
word count: 1.9k
synopsis: jackson came home late from an event and found you passed out in bed. and you looked fucking delicious. so, he decided he needed a taste and figured you might not mind if he helped himself to your sleeping beautiful body.
note: this is part of the Larie's Libations 200 Followers Celebration. this was a request by my darlin follower @delightfulstay, whose selection is listed below.
thank you for reading!
LARIE'S LIBATIONS - Black & Tonic
[Hennessy] â Jackson Wang
[Tonic] â Someone's Apartment
[Citrus Rind] â Kink (Dirty Talk - Degradation/Praise)
Masterlist
The work event Jackson had been at this evening ran later than expected. So late that he texted you earlier to tell you not to wait up for him. And just as he anticipated, by the time he finally got home to your shared apartment he found you completely passed out in bed.
At first, a small smirk presented itself on his lips as he took in your figure, sprawled out across the king sized bed, bedside light still on and your book still open with your fingers acting as a makeshift bookmark. Â
However, when Jackson finally registered your tight white tank and soft, cotton, white booty shorts hugging your ass so perfectly, he groaned quietly in the back of his throat. His shoes had already been deposited by the front door, so he carefully padded over to the spare chair in the room and pulled off his jacket and shirt, and finally removed his jeans, leaving him in his black boxer-briefs.
Creeping over to the bed behind you, he knelt down on the white comforter and hovered over you, eyes hungrily dragging from your peaceful face, down over all of your perfect curves and to the plush soft skin on the back of your thighs, right below the swell of your ass.
Leaning down a little, Jackson lowered his mouth to your skin, pressing gentle kisses to your exposed legs, careful to not wake you. In the back of his mind, he knew he was acting a little pervy - thirsting over his sexy girlfriend sleeping so angelic before him, but the idea of touching your soft skin was far too tempting.
At the feeling of his little kisses, you stirred, stretching one of your legs a little more to inadvertently provide him better access to the area he so desperately wanted. Jackson froze as you settled again, and when his eyes dropped to the apex of your thighs and the strip of white fabric that was the only thing between him and your cunt, he lost his resolve.
Dropping down to his stomach, leaning on his elbows between your widespread legs, Jackson shifted to bring his face right to the center of your panties and bumped his nose over the fabric, moaning again at your aroma. Lifting his view, he could see the side of your face, still peacefully asleep, and extended the tip of his tongue, dragging a long stripe up the expanse of cotton against you. Â
He paused, waiting to any sort of reaction from you, and when he noted that you still hadnât moved, he licked you again - this time adding a bit more pressure as a small wet spot of your arousal became apparent, adding an almost sheer quality to them. âFuckâŠâ he mumbled quietly.
Deciding he wanted more of the real thing, he hooked two of his fingers into the side of your panties and exposed your bare pussy to him and the cool air of the room. Leaning back in, Jackson drug the tip of his tongue through your folds, up to your perfect little clit and then down to your entrance. Desperate for a better taste fo you, Jacksonâs tongue slipped past your folds and deep into your pussy, humming against your skin in enjoyment.
Finally with the assault of his tongue, you twitched, waking with a soft moan before you realized what was happening. The wet sounds of him licking you like a man starved against your pussy caused your eyes to blink open and you shifted, about to turn over and look down to what was happening.
As Jackson noticed your hips attempting to roll over and onto your back, both of his strong hands gripped your hips and held you in place, groaning into your pussy disappointingly. Â
âNnngh, Jacks⊠Jacks, what are you doing?â You mumbled, still trying to wake up though the feeling of his tongue thrusting in and out of your cunt, then over your sensitive skin and up to your clit made your eyes flutter shut once again.
âEating, Baby. Be a good girl and donât move.â His words were husky and muffled against you. âJust looked so fucking juicy⊠needed a taste.â Your skin and juices were intoxicating, and as he shifted on his stomach he couldnât help but rut into the mattress, his cock hard from just this alone.
âFuck, feels goodâŠâ you cooed, fingertips stretching out on the sheet below you as you settled into the feeling.
Jackson dug his face further against you, unable to get enough of the sweet noises you made and the quickly growing slick coating your flesh, his tongue swirling expertly all over you in an attempt to not let any of you go to waste. âShit, youâre getting so fucking wet for me⊠give it all to me, Mama. I want it all,â he mumbled before rubbing his nose against your clit, his lips suckling on part of your sensitive skin.
Instinctively your hips started to roll against his face, the sensations were so good and you wanted more. Feeling you start to rock against him, Jackson lifted one of his hands and his palm came smacking down on your bare ass, the crack echoing through the room. âI told you to stay still⊠donât make me tell you again.â Â
The slap of his hand caused your back to arch and a lewd moan slip past your lips, eyes squinting shut at the sting that lingered. âSorry Jacks⊠just, just feels too goodâŠâ
âThen let me take care of you baby,â Jackson mumbled, pulling back just enough to drag one of his fingers through the soaked arousal coating your pussy, then another, toying with you before both fingers rested just against your opening. He could feel you take a breath, knowing what was coming, but as he pressed both fingers down, your pussy walls sucked both digits in, allowing him to easily slide them all the way in with zero resistance and a low moan from you.
Slowly, he drug both fingers out of you entirely again, and watched your muscles clench at nothing. âFuck, your pussy looks so hungry baby, maybe she wants three tonight?â He mused, eyes affixed to your cunt before he pushed his fingers back inside your warmth, you whimpering at the relief of finally having something to clench around.
Jackson expertly thrusted his fingers in and out of you at the perfect tempo four our five times, curling them just right to make you tense beneath his touch. âThis pretty pussy⊠gonna stuff her full, give her everythingâŠâ he mumbled, mostly to himself rather than you.
Both of his fingers were removed from you again, and now, he brought his index finger to join his middle and ring fingers, desperate to see if you could take all three. âLet me have it babyâŠâ he said, fingertips now pressing just inside your slick walls. You cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pressure, the stretch feeling foreign. As he pushed them further, up to the first knuckle, he exhaled, mesmerized by the image of him disappearing into you.
You whined longer this time, spreading your legs even more as if it would help provide more space, inadvertently rolling your hips again. As you moved, Jackson took his free hand again and smacked hard down onto your opposite ass cheek, digging his fingertips into your plump skin. âI said donât fucking moveâŠâ
Attempting to open your eyes, you looked down at him and sobbed out quietly âsâtoo much Jacks⊠too much.â
Shifting his eyes to look up at yours, he gave you the most mockingly empathetic look, and tried to hush your cries. âShhh⊠just a little bit more,â he groaned, pushing his fingers in even further as your eyes pinched shut again. âI know my good girl can take it.â
Your fingertips dug into the sheets below, and you took a deep breath, trying to relax your muscles as the stretch from inside was overwhelming, but like he predicted⊠you took it. Once Jacksonâs fingers met the resistance of his hand, you exhaled the breath you were holding and squeezed around his fingers. âMy gooooood girlâŠ.â he praised, leaving his fingers still as you adjusted to the sensation, a few tears pricking at your lash line.
âI knew your cunt could take it,â he cooed, slowly starting to pull his fingers back out, only to slam them back all the way in again, a low, pleased chuckle rumbling out of him. âGod your pussy looks sooo fucking pretty like this,â he mumbled just before ducking his head back down to drag his flat tongue against your folds once more.
As you finally started to get accustomed to the feeling of being so full, the stretch no longer was painful, and now just felt sinful. Jacksonâs fingers found the perfect rhythm, fucking in and out of your squelching pussy while his tongue flicked against your clit, causing you to emit a broken moan. Â
Rotating his wrist, Jacksonâs fingers shifted their angle so he could curl the tips to press against the perfect, soft, spongy spot inside your cunt and you cried out at the pressure. âShitshitshit, fuckâŠâ Â
âThaaatâs my good girl,â he roughly mumbled against your pussy, âbe my perfect little slut and just take it like I know you can.â You moaned filthily, one of your hands moving behind you, scrambling to make contact with Jacksonâs head. Finally finding him, you curled your fingertips in his hair and pushed his face further into the apex of your thighs.
âEager, greedy little slut,â he laughed, the sensation vibrating right against your clit before he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves and began sucking lewdly, wet smacking sounds echoing throughout the room. Â
âFuck Jacks⊠Iâm.. Iâm gonna cuummâŠâ you moaned, pressing your face into the bedding below, your toes curling at the intensity of all of it. Â
Hearing your warning, Jackson doubled down his efforts, the pressure from his fingertips against your inner walls increased and he sucked and licked at your cunt feverishly, moaning darkly as he continued to rock his hips and hard on into the bedding below. Shit, he was so hard that he thought he mightâve been able to cum from just your taste and sounds alone.
âCum all over my fucking face, just soak me,â he demanded, tongue licking at you with determination, not going to be satisfied until you violently came apart for him. Â
You started to rock your hips involuntarily, fucking his face, and your pussy walls clamped down around his fingers so tightly that he struggled to move them as your climax ripped through your body. Moaning out pornographically, you ground your hips against him, and Jacksonâs fingers continued to try to fuck you through your orgasm, his tongue relentless, not slowing down for even a second.
Your climax felt like it lasted forever, and you broke out in a breathless cry, muscles finally attempting to relax as the waves of the aftershocks kept rolling through you. âIâm still.. fucking.. cummingâŠâ you whimpered, tears streaming down your cheeks at the overstimulation, Jackson still not slowing down.
He felt your body twitching, and Jackson growled into you, giving one last wet lick and kiss to your clit, fingers still buried to the hilt deep inside you. Lifting his head, he looked up at you darkly, eyes hooded and his lower face just drenched with your slick. âFucking deliciousâŠâ
Your muscles kept twitching involuntarily around him, and you peered down at him, trying to catch your breath. âWas⊠was intense,â you breathed out.
âGood⊠âcause weâre going for round two, Iâm not even fucking close to being done with you.â
Let's Put the End in Friends | Jackson Wang (Part 2)
Part 1
The one where your best friend/sort of boyfriend really wants to fuck you.
Pairing: Jackson Wang (GOT7) x Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluff, SMUT, BestFriend!Reader, idiots to lovers
Requested: Yes
w.c. 7.8k
Warnings: reader is bad at feelings, jackson is in love, two horny weirdos, "begging" for sex (but not in a bad/manipulative way there's a mutual understanding ok), oral - fem!receiving (the man eats it like cake even after he hits), unprotected sex (don't do it unless you're best friends with Jackson Wang and I'm guessing you aren't), discussion of contraceptives, breeding kink sorta kinda heh, brief talk of having kids in future, banter, teasing, name calling, dirty talk, I think that's all?? they're still really annoying except just horny now
A/N: Ughhhh here's the part two that I desperately wanted to write and finally people requested it!! This chapter is like 15% feelings and 85% smut, but it's all kinda mixed in so I apologize in advance.
Jfc I love these two so much. If this is bad I'm sorry! I love writing where it takes me and it all felt right. I love my readers so much. <3
Requests: Open (link below)
In dramas, after a confession, things were usually a little awkward, shy, sweet. But the day after Jackson confessed to you, he nearly bit your hand off when you tried to steal one of his dumplings. Granted, you bit him first, but it was his job to be chivalrous, not yours.Â
âUm, maybe eat your own before you try to steal mine?â
âIâm literally just a girl, Jackson.â
A few weeks after said confession, things were still mostly the same, as you were awoken by someone pinching your cheek. Bleary eyed, you squinted, looking up at a very hot, very annoyed face.Â
âWhere the hell is my academy sweatshirt? Iâm gonna be late for my shift,â he huffed, giving you another pinch. Jackson worked part time at an MMA academy, teaching a class of young children. Unfortunately, that meant three days out of the week, he had to wake up at 7 in the morning to be ready by 8. And if he was up, so were you.Â
âI dunno,â you whined groggily, rolling over. âI didnât wear it. Promise.â
âLiar,â he accuses.Â
âMmn. âm not lying, check my laundry.â
You hear shuffling, the sound of your hamper being opened (filled with clean clothes, because dirty clothes go on the bathroom floor of course), and quickly tug the blanket over your head as Jackson calls your bluff.Â
âAt least itâs clean,â you attempt to plead your case, but the covers are yanked off. You yelp as Jackson flips you onto your back and begins to tickle you.Â
âDidnât wear it, huh? Seriously, of all my clothes?â he snarls, fingers digging into your sides. You canât speak; you instead make animalistic noises of possession as you attempt to free yourself. You wrap your legs around his waist and shove at his chest, shouting apologies in between fits of laughter.Â
At last, the tickling ends, and you all but collapse against the sheets, sprawled out like half a starfish.Â
âIâm going to start charging you for the things you steal,â Jackson says, breathless himself from the efforts of torture. Only then are you made aware that his hands are on your thighs. You donât think heâs doing it on purpose, until you do, when he squeezes them beneath his palms and brushes his thumbs under your pajama shorts.Â
âHey,â you warn, wriggling beneath him. He laughs and leans over you.Â
âWhat?â
âYou know what. Get off of me.â
He sighs, letting his head drop down as though weary.Â
When he looks at you again, his eyes have gone all soft, and it makes you feel warm and tingly inside. You swallow and force yourself to look away. You werenât completely immune to his charms and didnât want to risk it, answering the question he hadnât asked.Â
âNope.â
That was the deal.Â
Kissing was alrightâas long as it wasnât too long or too deep. Touching was fine too, just avoid any erogenous zones. Truthfully, you werenât sure why youâd placed such heavy restrictions on yourâŠrelationship? Whatever this was. Probably because at the end of the day, you were still terrified of losing him. Of crossing a bridge that crumbles behind you, never being able to return to where you were.Â
Right now, the two of you could still be around your friends, could still shamelessly flirt and insist it isnât flirting. When youâd shown up to dinner with the guys, your hand clasped in Jacksonâs to test the waters, no one said a word. Youngjae crinkled his nose and said it was cringeâŠand thatâs it. That was the only reaction. The only people surprised about this development were the two of you, apparently, mostly you. And, you hadnât realized how horny you were for one another.Â
When youâd stare at him after a shower, when he had the audacity to drink juice from the carton wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, you noticed thatâŠyouâve always stared. That wasnât new. Itâs just that you were now aware of it, and also very aware of how it felt to see his throat working as he swallows, beads of water dripping down his chest and following the dip of his abs like a treasure map for your tongueâ
But it went both ways, fortunately, as Jacksonâs playful way of grabbing your waist when you were busily bent over no longer felt fun, but rather, made you want to push against him, feel his hands sliding elsewhere, because god had they always been so big? Had his fingers always been so long?
Presently, Jackson rolls his eyes and kisses your cheek. You refuse to look at him still, so he tilts down, where his lips brush your throat; when your head snaps up to scold him, he takes the opportunity to catch your lips with his, sighing as though relieved.Â
Kissing him feels so normal that itâs almost painful, like every second his lips are against yours, you ask yourself why you were so stupid, why you hadnât noticed before, why you hadnât understood that the feelings youâve had for him were being confused for platonic when they were much, much closer to something akin to loâ
âMmffâŠouâre âunna âee ate,â you mumble, though Jackson doesnât stop kissing you. You giggle as your words are slurred by his mouth, which in turn makes him smile, which in turn makes you wrap your arms around his neck and consider begging him to let the kids down just this once.Â
You know he wouldnât hesitate. So thatâs why you groan and push him away. You squirm from beneath him before he can snatch you up, fixing your pajamas as though you were preparing to walk the red carpet. When you look up at Jackson, heâs on his knees on your bed, hands gripping the covers and head tilted to the side. Oh.Â
âStop looking at me like that, puppy boy,â you mumble, rolling your eyes. You cross your arms, taking on the weight of the worldâs strongest soldier as Jackson fucking Wang silently begs to bend you over the mattress
Jackson lets his legs slip over the side, feet planted on the floor as he tugs you toward him by the strings of your shorts. You whine in protestâlosing a drawstring was soâ
âI think you like it when I beg,â Jackson says, voice too low to be good for your health. You look at him in surprise, his expression hasnât really changed, but why did he have to do this to you?
âI think youâre gonna be late,â you huff, feeling your cheeks redden.Â
âI think youâre cute when you blush.â
âI thinkââ
âI think weâre gonna be good for each other.â
âIt was my turn,â you pout. âI think you need a cold shower.â
Jackson mumbles something you donât catch as he nuzzles his face against your stomach. His arms hang loosely around your hips, and youâre once again left with emotional whiplash as the man somehow goes from fuck me~ to hold me in the span of a few seconds. You swallow and rake your fingers through his hair (which he pulls at less nowadays, thanks to your nagging).Â
âI want to,â you say quietly, nails scratching at his head. âBut Iâm scared. LikeâŠwe could probably bounce back from this, and from holding hands and even kissing. But Iâm afraid that Iâd never be able to, you know, not hurt around you the further we go if things turn out bad. We just donât know whatâll happen if we commit. Thatâs scary.â
To your surprise, Jackson squeezes you tighter. He tilts his head back to look up at you, his chin resting just above your belly button.Â
âWhat is it gonna take, pie?â he asks softly. Your brows furrow, though he continues. âWhatâs it gonna take for you to realize Iâve been yours this entire time?â
Your breath catches in your throat; you know he can feel it from the way your stomach tightens. He noses at the material of your top, planting a kiss there. Then the bastard opens his mouth again. You can taste his words.
âYou own me, baby.â
You wake up confused and sweaty, fumbling around for your phone. You grab the device and groanâitâs not even five in the morning, and itâs a saturday.Â
The dream woke you up. You and Jackson had an idea to conserve water, apparently, sharing a shower too small for one person let alone two. Your brain filled in the blanks for the missing information, unfortunately for you, though you had no doubt he was as beautiful in this reality, too.
It was almost impossible for you to go back to sleep after waking up usually, so you throw the covers off with much more attitude than necessary before quietly stepping out of your room. The light beneath Jacksonâs door is off, and you tiptoe down the hall, but when you round the corner to the kitchen you gasp in surprise.Â
Jackson raises a brow at you, taking a sip from the bottle of water in his hand. Heâs wearing nothing but black boxers, showing off the lean muscles he works so hard on. So very hard.Â
âYouâre up?â he asks, and by his raspy tone itâs clear he woke up not long before you. You nod and shrug for no reason at all other than to distract from the fact that your eyes are eating him alive. He has the sexiest bedhead, and the thin chain he wears glints as it drapes over his collar bones.
âThirsty,â you lie. You move past him to reach the fridge, but an arm hooks around your waist. You inhale sharply as youâre tugged against his chest, the warmth of him shooting tingles down your back. You swallow, and he holds the bottle in front of you.Â
âHere,â he mumbles. He sounds so casual, like his actions hadnât just made your soul briefly leave your physical form. You take the water from him and tilt your head back for a sip, not having realized how thirsty you were until youâve finished half of it.Â
You turn around, though he doesnât release you, so you remain pressed to his bare chest. You have no idea why, but you lean forward and kiss him just below his collar bone, realizing too late how cruel you were being. In an attempt to make it chaste, you kiss the other side, right above his heart, though Jacksonâs hand flies to your hair. He cups the back of your head and refuses to let you move.Â
âJackson,â you protest, but he whines.Â
He fucking. Whines.Â
âPlease, pie. Just keep your lips on me. Please,â he breathes. You exhale a shaky breath and nod.Â
âOkay,â you say quietly, and you swear he sighs with relief. You watch his face, tilting in again and pressing another kiss to the same spot as before. Jackson nods, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips.Â
You kiss the center of his chest, lips dragging over his skin to his left pec. When you move a tad bit lower, this time where his heart beats, he hisses and tightens his grip in your hair. You gasp for all the right reasons, though he doesnât know that. Â
âFuck, sorry,â he whispers as though the two of you are sneaking around rather than doingâŠwhatever this was in the middle of your shared kitchen. âYou okay?â
âIâm fine,â you giggle softly. âI didnât know you were so sensitive.â
Jackson looks down at you, his expression morphing completely intoâŠcalmness? But it still puts you on edge.Â
âWhatâd I say?â you ask with a frown.Â
âI havenât had sex in almost a year,â he admits.Â
You blink.Â
âYouâŠwhat?â you breathe, shaking your head. âBut, youâve had tinderâŠyouâve gone on dates.â
Jackson pulls you close again, silently asking for more kisses. You realize he mightâve been rightâŠyou like when he begs. You kiss him as he asks, this time close to his nipple, and he shudders.
âIâm not gonna fuck a girl who wants more than I can give her,â he says. You mouth over his skin, tongue reaching the edge of his areola. You like his answer.Â
âWhy canât you give her what she wants?â you ask, knowing what heâll say but wanting to hear it all the same. Jackson knows this too, but heâs more than happy to give you what you want.Â
âBecause sheâfuckââ
Your tongue lathes over his nipple and he grips the counter tight.Â
âââcause sheâs not you,â he finishes. âNone of them are. Canât be anything for anyone except you. WannaâŠwanna be everything to you.â
âYou areâŠyou areâŠâ you mumble carelessly, barely kissing him, but rather rubbing your mouth on his chest. He seems more than okay with that, his head falling back, though he shakes it.Â
âIâm not, baby. Iâve got so much to give you, gonna show you what itâs like to be loved right, fucked right, needed right. I need you, y/n. I-I fucking need you so bad. Always have.â
You were supposed to be turning him on, not getting choked up, but you pulled back and covered your face. Jackson was still a little breathless and out of it, but he grabbed at your wrists.
âSorry, fuck, was thatâŠwas that bad? I didnât mean toââ
âItâs fine,â you mumble, wiping helplessly at tears that slide down your cheeks. Jackson pulls you forward, crushing you to his chest. He wraps both arms around you so tight you can barely breathe. You love it.Â
What else do you love?
You love that you can feel his cock pressing against the inside of your thigh, that you can feel how much he wants from you. You swallow your tears and reach between you, your palm finding the thick outline beneath his boxers and squeezing.Â
Jacksonâs reaction is visceral and downright sinful. He jumps, then buries his face into your hair.Â
âAgain, p-please,â he mumbles. You do it again. Thereâs a weird mix between sadness and horniness between you, but you keep going, sliding your hand up and down his clothed length. Heâs definitely thick and a little longer than average, but not frighteningly so.Â
Thick enough to make you choke, but not enough to bruise your cervix. Perfect. Somehow, you think you know exactly what it feels like to be fucked by him.Â
âJesus fuckâI donât care if I get to fuck you, just pleaseâŠlet me taste you, baby,â Jackson grunts, hips lazily bucking against you.Â
ThatâŠsounds alright with you. You take your hand off his cock and grab his wrist to pull him to his room, but he twists you around so that your back is to the counter. You open your mouth to ask what heâs doing, but the words die on your tongue when he drops to his knees.Â
âJ-Jackson, you donât have t-toâŠâ
âShh, baby,â he mumbles, cupping the backs of your thighs. You feel dumb, forgetting how to speak. âLet me make you feel good. Wanna hear those pretty sounds you make when you play with yourself.â
Your cheeks flush pink, Jacksonâs words hardly registering in your brain. He hooks his fingers into the elastic of your pajama shorts, leaning forward to kiss the front of your thigh before he begins tugging them down.Â
âW-What do you mean when I plaâohâŠâ
Jackson doesnât hesitate, going face first between your legs and groaning. The vibrations ring through your inner thighs and go straight to your clit, nearly sending you down. He hadnât even touched you properly yet.Â
âIf you tell me you didnât want me to hear you fucking yourself, Iâm gonna call you a liar,â he whispers. His lips graze over the hair you keep trimmedâyou could be a little self conscious about that at times, a couple past partners even commenting on it, but Jackson is worshipping your pussy without words and youâve never felt so perfectly adequate.Â
You think over what he said once you regain a little bit of consciousness. And fuck.
You were tired of this sort of hindsight ability you had now, the way you felt when you thought back to the times you were so obviously head over heels in love with him and had convinced yourself you were friends.Â
Like fucking yourself with your favorite toy, back to the wall splitting your rooms. Moaning loud even though you didnât do that when he wasnât home.
âS-Sorry,â you whimper, because what the fuck else are you supposed to say? You feel warmth as Jackson breathes a laugh against your thighs, teeth grazing the sensitive skin near your labia.Â
âItâs okay, baby. Just do it again for me, hm? While Iâm in the same room at least?â
Did he have to be such a fucking brat? You thought âpieâ and his attitude would disappear after all of this, but you were sorely mistaken. You opened your mouth to complain.
Jackson pushed your thighs open wider, settling between them and looking up at you from his knees. You squeaked, and the last thing you saw before his face disappeared was that smug grin underneath his pretty brown eyes.Â
You learned two lessons very quickly. One:Â
Jackson Wang ate pussy like his life depended on it.Â
And two, you were immediately jealous of any woman whoâd ever had him like this, on his knees between their legs. This should be illegal.Â
His tongue slid between your tender pussy lips, expertly finding your clit and daring to flick at it beneath the hood. Your knees did buckle, but he hugged your thighs and kept you upright, taking the opportunity to squeeze and knead at your ass. You reached down and gripped his hair for purchase, tugging, eliciting a groan from him that felt better than any dick youâd ever had. You did it again, and this time he practically sang praises into youâhe was literally fucking you with his moans.Â
âJesus fuck, Jackson?â you ask, unable to do much else other than feel and squeak out your needs. His fingers dug into the plushness of your thighs, though one hand slipped beneath your shirt. His thumb grazed over your nipple before gently pinching it, and you were ready to die.Â
When he sucked the tender flesh of your clit into his mouth, you stumbled forward, nearly sending him back until he caught you by the waist. You whimper and tug at him to let you go until finally, he pulls away from your cunt, looking far too pleased with shiny lips. He licks them and you fall into his lap, shuddering as you cling to him.Â
âThat bad, huh? Should I keep my day job?â He teases you gently, one hand cupping the back of your head while the other hugs you tighter. You can still feel his cock straining against his boxers, nearly perfectly aligned as it presses against your ass.Â
âS-Shut up, a-asshole,â you stammer out, gripping his shoulders tightly for comfortâor maybe dear life. Jackson chuckles in a way that makes you feel safe and annoyedâbecause how can he send you to fucking space and then try to convince you itâs all good and dandy with the same mouth?
âYou okay baby?â he asks softly. When you nod, he pulls back enough to kiss your temple, though keeps his lips there. You swallow, having a feeling that he wasnât done with you. Not even close.
âWas it good?â he asks.
âVery c-classy,â you manage to huff, but Jackson only laughs.Â
âMmm. Knew youâd taste good. Knew youâd love me on my knees,â he hums. You shiver, and he moves to your ear, nipping at your lobe. âKnew youâd look so pretty while I eat it.â
You let out a soft whine, your hips rolling into his. Youâre spreading your sticky juices along his clothed cock, but he doesnât seem to mind as he grabs your waist and bites his lower lip.Â
âAre you done? Hm? Or can I take you to my room and finish you off?â Jackson asks, tilting his head to kiss below your ear. âLay you down and hold you open until that pretty clit is nice and swollenâŠâ
âF-Fuck,â you whine, digging your nails into his shoulders. âN-No.â
âMâkay, need me to run you a bath then? I bought some new bath bombsââ
âNo I meantâŠâ you breathe, letting your head drop to his shoulder. You were dizzy, but your thoughts had never been more clear. Not necessarily a decision out of desperation, justâŠit needed to happen. You needed it.Â
âI-I donât want you to eat me out, Jackson,â you say as you swallow.Â
You lift your head, relieved to see thereâs no frustration in his gaze, no disappointment. God, heâs really just here to make sure youâre happy, safe, comfortable.Â
âI wantâŠI want you to fuck me.â
âWhy are we in your room?â
âMy bed is bigger.â
âWhenâs the last time you washed your sheets?â
âI donât know, pie. Whenâs the last time you washed my sheets?â
You crinkle your nose, but Jackson just rolls his eyes. He drags you onto the bed with him, grabbing a pillow and stuffing it in your face. You sniff, your eyes immediately narrowing.Â
âHave you seriously been washing your bedding regularly now under the implication that weâd fuck soon?â you hiss, sitting up to glare at him. He was sprawled out, looking much too happy for your liking.
âYes,â he says gleefully. You grab the pillow and make an attempt to suffocate him, but he doesnât fight back, and thatâs not very fun.Â
Oh yeah! Youâre also only wearing his a t-shirt, and heâs only wearing boxers, and his cock is very hard and youâd very much like to put it in your mouth now that youâve recovered somewhat from his tongue.
âYouâre such a boy,â you groan, throwing the pillow back to the headboard. Jackson nods, tugging at the hem of your shirt.Â
âYeah. Take this off and sit on my face please,â he hums, lying back as though preparing to be sacrificed to the thigh smothering gods.Â
âHow romantic,â you scoff.Â
âCome sit on my face so I can make you cry the only way a man should make a woman cry, please~â
âBetter.â
With the back and forth out of the way, you canât bring yourself to smile, pulling your knees to your chest. Jackson sits up, reaching out to take one of your hands in his large one.Â
âHey, no expectations, remember? You wanna stop right now, weâll stop and never do anything like this again. You want me to finish you off, thatâs fine too,â he says, thumb brushing the back of your knuckles. You shake your head.Â
âNo. I thinkâŠI think we should. We need to, I mean, otherwise weâre gonna be in limbo forever. ButâŠâ you pause, feeling your eyes burn a little damn it. When you look up at him, his boyish charm is gone, replaced completely by a concerned man who almost looks in love with you.Â
âHm? What is it, pie?â he asks, coaxing you gently. Ughâwhy did sex have to be so god damn complicated?
âPromise me,â you say, biting your lower lip as you gather your words. âPromise me if we hate it, if itâs bad, justâŠstay with me? Like, forever? Please donât move out? I mean if you have to get married just try to find someone whoâs nice enough to let me stay? Iâll do the laundry. We can be like a throuple except you both just have to feed me and nothing else.â
âI love you, y/n.â
âNevermind, letâs just do it.â
Jackson laughed as you flopped onto your back, though he leaned over you and caught your chin in his hand. You avoided looking at him, but he tilted your head down and pressed his forehead to yours to prevent you from escaping his eyes.
âI know youâre allergic to that wordââ
âI am notââ
âBut I love you. I love y/n and I love pie and I love the girl who thinks âcoinkydinkâ is an appropriate alternative for âcoincidenceâââ
âIt is but okayââ
Jackson rolls his eyes, cupping your cheek under the romantic guise of making you shut up by pressing his thumb to your lips.Â
âDo you know why I want to fuck you?â he asks, his voice oddly gentle for such an erotic question. You blink, he lifts his thumb.Â
âUm, âcause Iâm hot?â you offer with a shrug. His thumb goes back to your lips.Â
âYes, but the truth? I want to make love to you but I assumed your reaction to that phrasing would beâŠâ
Jackson lifts his thumb.Â
âCringe?âÂ
âCorrect,â he smiles. âIâm gonna do what I can so the next man you meet has to climb to fucking heaven to reach the lowest bar for you. Iâm nowhere near perfect, but Iâll be damned if you leave my bed able to call your best friend and complain that your inner thigh got more action than you did.â
You pout and push his hand away.Â
âThat was one time,â you mumble. âIf sex with you sucks, who am I gonna call? Yugyeom?â
âI dare you to fucking try,â Jackson says, narrowing his eyes. You beam, attempting to boop his nose, but he leans forward and kisses you instead. âIf you leave this bed and hate me after, Iâll move out before sunset. And if you want me to l-o-v-e you for the rest of your life, Iâll do that too. I told you, pie. Iâm yours.â
You kiss him this time, turning into him and cupping his jaw. Why couldnât he see that the more of this he showed you, the less you wanted to risk it all disappearing?Â
You tilt your head to the side, nuzzling your face against his throat to plant kisses there. He inhales, leg sliding between yours as a hand strokes your hair.Â
âMmâŠwhat do you want, y/n?â he asks, groaning when you suck beneath his jaw.Â
âWanna suck you off,â you mumble against his skin, relishing in the heavy groan you feel from him. âThen I want you to fuck me.â
âI can do that,â Jackson nods, licking his lips. You release him and sit up, looking over his stretched out form. He was so fucking gorgeous, and you were in his bed.
You place a hand in the center of his chest, and Jackson sits up on his elbows, his thighs parting eagerly. You giggle, gently kneeing his side.Â
âPatience,â you hum, dragging your hand down to his abs, letting your fingertips dip between the muscles. You remembered all those times you fantasized about drawing your tongue against themârealizing you can. So you throw a leg over his, sliding down until youâre hovering over his thighs, face level with his hips.Â
One hand rests on the elastic of his boxers while the other palms his abs. You look up at him as you drag your finger through the lines, following the shape of his muscles. Heâs tense, but still coherent, so your other hand slides down to palm him again.Â
Jackson curses under his breath, eyes never leaving yours. So you lean down and flatten your tongue below his navel. He gasps as you lick down the thin trail of hair that disappears beneath his boxers, kissing the sensitive skin there before moving up again. Jackson whines, and you lift a brow.Â
âYouâre not being very patient,â you say, kissing his stomach before licking up to his chest. Jacksonâs head falls back, one hand moving to your hair.Â
âItâs been almost a year, pie,â he groans. âWant thisâŠwant youâŠâ
You giggle softly. When you palm him again, curling your fingers around his constricted length, Jackson practically flies off the bed, grabbing your wrist.Â
âBaby, I will let you suck my cock until the sun explodes, justâŠplease not now, Iâm so fucking close, wanna be inside youâŠâ he breathes. Youâre surprised to see his chest flushed and heaving, not having realized how worked up he was over just a few light touches. You swallow and nod.
He smiles in relief, pulling you in for a kiss before sitting up on his knees, gently guiding you back. Itâs a little jarring, suddenly being underneath your best friend, but Jackson immediately gives you gentle kisses, whispering your name and promises to make you feel good. You believe him.Â
You lie there awkwardly as he reaches over you to the bedside table, removing a foil packet. You feel your cheeks redden, which makes him chuckle, and you mumble a quiet shut up. When he holds the condom packet between his teeth and thumbs the waist of his boxers, you realize that you should probably be naked, too. So you cross your arms over the hem of the t-shirt, tugging it over your head and tossing it to the side.Â
The condom drops and bounces off your thigh as Jacksonâs lips part in shock.
âWhat?â you mumble shyly, bringing your arms to your chest. He clears his throat and fumbles for the condom, shaking his head.Â
âNothing. Youâre gorgeous. Knew you were, just..." he sucks in air through his teeth.
You blush harder, resisting the urge to tell him to hurry.Â
Jackson manages to slide his boxers down to his thighs. His cock, once freed, smacks his toned stomach and you grip the covers at your sides as you watch an enticing bead of precum slide down the shaft. Itâs exactly as youâd imagined; a little bigger than average, thick, and so beautifully veiny. God itâd feel so good on your tongue, but later. The idea that, hopefully in the future you could suck his beautiful cock whenever you wanted to, made you happier than youâd ever admit to anyone.
You watch as he rolls the condom down his length, swallowing down your doubts as he drops to his forearms on either side of you.Â
âYou okay?â he asks, no humor, no teasing, just genuine concern. You nod and lick your lips.Â
âYeah, Iâm alright,â you say with a shaky breath. Jackson smiles, leaning forward until your noses bump. The action makes you giggle until you realize heâs fitting your mouths together, and suddenly heâs kissing you.Â
Itâs gentle and soft, his lips sucking at your lower one but moving no further than that. Your arms move to loosely hang around his shoulders, where both of his slip beneath you. You feel the head of his cock brush over your clit and jump. Jackson chuckles. It happens again, but this time, the swollen head catches against the opening between your folds, and you can already feel the stretch, wriggling your hips as if to wedge him in.Â
Jackson begins to push.Â
The stretch is slow, heavy, delicious, both of you releasing sounds of relief with eyes rolling back into your skulls as though youâve both spent four years pretending you donât want this. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, he squeezes you tight beneath him as he sinks deeper and deeper. At last, his hips meet yours, and Jackson Wang, your best friend, is balls deep inside of you. You squeeze your eyes closed, overwhelmed by the sudden and intense sensations and emotions.
âAre you okay? Feels okay, baby?â he asks softly, clearly restraining himself. You nod, licking your lips.Â
âMhm. Itâs good. So good,â you babble. Jackson chuckles, nodding as he kisses you again. Itâs sweeter this time, moreso as he begins to slide out. The drag of his cock makes you shudder, and you clamp your thighs tight around his waist.Â
âThatâs it,â he hums, leaning down to kiss your cheek. âLock me up inside you, baby. So fucking pretty.â
You purr in response, arching your back. Jackson takes this as a go ahead, pushing himself up to his palms as he begins to fuck you properly.Â
You feel your mouth open in shock as he thrusts rhythmically, the switch between emptiness and fullness making your head spin. Every time his hips smack the backs of your thighs, another grunt escapes his mouth, and fuck if you couldnât listen to that sound for the rest of your life.Â
Jackson leans down and kisses you. This time, you make sure itâs not as sweet, sucking his tongue and letting him lick yours. You taste his groan as he bucks heavily, pausing to collect himself. Your legs hook around his waist, heel digging into his lower spine, making him moan.Â
âF-Fuck baby, gonna make me come already,â he breathes, letting his head hang down. You smile, cupping his face and pulling him into you.Â
âSo sensitive,â you purr. Jackson huffs.
âMaybe I shouldnât,â he hums, wincing at his own sharp thrust. âMaybe I should pull out and leave that gorgeous head to wonder what itâd be like.â
âYou wonât,â you reply, calling his bluff. âIf I begged you, I bet youâd go raw.â
Jackson surges forward, hands moving behind your knees as he folds you nearly in half. You choke on air and look up at him, wondering why the fuck you've forced yourself to wait for this.
âYou donât have to beg for shit. Donât fucking tempt me, y/n.â
Your mouth opens at his tone, but he begins to fuck you harder, gripping your form against him as he gives you everything he has. Your whines turn into muffled cries as he tucks your face into his shoulder.Â
âShhâŠletâs not let the neighbors know Iâm finally inside you babyâŠthatâs it, quietlyâŠtake it for me, yeah?â he hums, and you whimper, digging your nails into his skin. Your legs bounce uselessly where he holds them in place, giving him room to be flush against your ass each time he bottoms out.Â
âCanât wait for you to let me lick this sweet little cunt until you cry,â he murmurs, leaning back to slip a hand between you. You jump when he immediately finds your clit, index and middle finger repeatedly alternating pressure. Heâs a god damned expert, and you feel yourself clenching tight around the obstruction of his cock.Â
âFuckâŠis that all it takes? Youâre squeezing me like a fucking vice, y/n," Jackson groans. âMore, baby. Thatâs itâŠfuck. So fucking good.â
âJ-Jackson,â you huff, squirming beneath the pressure of his weight. âNngâŠf-feels so goodâŠâ
âYeah, princess? Just like you've dreamed about?"
Fuck. He always knew, knew you too well, were you made of glass?
"Y-yeah," you whimper, choosing not to lie. "B-Better."
Jackson kisses you again, his hand slowing its movements to match his hips.Â
âShow me,â he says roughly, obviously close himself. âI wanna feel you cum, baby. Want my cock shiny and sticky like my tongue was.â
âMm..donât stop, âm close,â you breathe. You tuck your hands into his hair, tugging at the strands, knowing what kind of response youâd experience. He groans, as expected, though pulls back and pushes your thighs apart.Â
He looks down at your cunt swallowing his cock whole as he rubs at your hooded clit, cursing and biting his lip. Your cheeks flush despite everything, and when his eyes flicker to your faceâyouâre not sure what to call that expression if not love.Â
You want him to cum first. You bring his hand away from your clit and up to your lips, kissing the wet pads of his fingers before slipping them into your mouth. Jackson lets out a high pitched noise that you canât wait to tease him over later as he watches you suck them.Â
He swallows and leans forwards, pulling your fingers away from your mouth to kiss you. You think itâs an accident, the intimacy, but the kiss is soft, so soft that he stops thrusting and you stop trying to make him cum, so soft that youâre suddenly crying and hugging him and apologizing for being a fucking idiot.Â
âHey, âs okay baby, Iâm here,â he whispers, his own eyes wet. âStop crying, y/n. Iâm right here. Iâm yours. Iâll still be yours tomorrow. Shh...â
âIâm so fucking sorry,â you breathe, burying your head against his throat despite the fact that his cock is kissing the opening of your cervix currently. âI was scared, Jackson, so fucking scared, I-I think I loved you so much that I scared myself into thinking I couldnât.â
âHuh?â he asks, knowing damn well what you said according to the stupid grin on his face. You roll your eyes, using the back of your hand to wipe at your tears.Â
âI said I love you, asshole,â you whisper, sniffling. âAnd âm not gonna say it again.â
âOkay,â he chuckles, pulling your hands down to wipe your tears himself. âFine. Iâll just memorize the way you sound when you say it and play it over and over until we live in a nursing home together."
"You roll your eyes, smiling through the teariness. Only you would cry in the middle of sex, but Jackson seemed to love this, taking it as your not-so-silent confession.Â
He eventually shifts again, making you shudder despite the fact that he was only getting comfortable. He prepares to askâyou already knowâwant me to stop? So you shake your head before he gets the words out.Â
âI want it, you know, without,â you say instead, shyly looking up at him from your elbows. Jackson looks a little confused, and you sigh, gesturing around as if thatâs helpful at all. âYou know. Without.â
âI have no idea what youâre saying, pieââ
âIâm saying I want you to fuck me, and then I want you to tell me you love me so I can say it back without dying, and then I want to go to the pharmacy with you and get plan b even though Iâm on birth control because weâd make cute babies but I wanna wait like 10 years probably. So, like, without? If you want?â
You finish your monologue, your cheeks burning hot. You flop to your back and cover your face, once again forgetting about the cock buried inside of you. Jackson doesnât, of course.
âAre you asking me to hit it rawââ
âMust you be so unromanticââ
âShut up and câmere,â he mumbles. He leans down, pulling you up enough to kiss you. You feel him shuffling between you, embarrassed by the gasp that slips out when he pulls back. Jackson smirks. Thereâs a snap of rubber and he winces as he removes the condom, tossing it into his desk trash can.Â
âEasy, baby. Heâll be back,â he chuckles.Â
âIâm actually going to kill you,â you groan. But then heâs pushing into you again, and fuck if the look on his face doesnât make you want to buy a first class ticket to hell.Â
âFuckingâŠjesusâŠbabyâŠâ he gasps. You giggle, though he just pushes you back to hide the apparent blush on his cheeks.Â
âThat bad huh?â you mock him, feeling him bottom out, completely. He curses and dips his head to kiss you, but itâs messy and desperate and feeds the fire thatâs been burning inside of you for too long.Â
âSo fuckingâŠnngâŠso fucking pretty,â he says with a sharp snap of his hips. You gasp, clinging to his shoulders as he leans down. He kisses you again, hard, palms flattening on the bed on either side of your hips. He uses the leverage to fuck you harder, leaning over you until youâre pinned beneath him.Â
âD-Didnât know itâd turn you into an animal,â you giggle breathlessly, hand fisting his hair. He groans and tilts his head to the side.Â
âYou turn me into a fucking animal, baby,â Jackson grunts. âMakes meâŠmakes me want to do stupid things, like fuck you without a condom and cum so deep the pill doesnât do shit to stop itââ
âJacksonââ
âYou said it first. Still gonna make you swallow the pill with my cum dripping down your thighs.â
You squeak and tug him down for a filthy kiss, tongues barely missing the mark as his thrusts become loose and sloppy. Heâs fucking himself dumb, gripping the sheets and whining against your mouth like a dog.Â
âG-Gotta make you cum. Gotta make it good for you,â he breathes, reaching between you. You pull his hand away, shaking your head. He begins to argue but you squeeze your thighs around his waist, making him shudder and stumble. He falls against you, cursing into your hair as he continues his thrusts.Â
âWant you to cum first,â you whisper, hugging him tight. âWant you to fill me up like you said, so fucking deepâ"
He groans, leaning on you and thrusting heavy as he snaps his hips forward. His speed remains the same, but you can hear the sound of his hips meeting your ass like he's trying to bury himself in you indefinitely.
"T-That's...fuck..." you whimper, nodding. "Good, that's good."
âAhâŠahâŠâ Jackson whines, shaking his head. âF-Fuck, babyâŠgonna cum, is thatâŠis that okay? FuckingâŠahâŠc-can I cum?â
Oh. Oh.
You were going to explore this later, him asking permission to cum. But not now.Â
âPlease, Jax. Please cum for me, in me?â you beg softly. âPromise, Iâll take it so good."
âFuck, I know you will, princess. Know youâll take it all so good for meâŠso perfect, so fucking beautifulâŠall mine, babyâŠâ
Jackson clings to you so tight you have trouble breathing, but you feel him shudder, hear him gasp, and you squeeze him back just as much. He releases a sob into your hair, his muscles tensing as he cums hard. You feel his cock pulsing, the warmth spreading inside of you, and realize with a start that youâre feeling his actual cum seeping into your womb.Â
You rub his back for a few minutes while he recovers, until he finally sits up and hisses at the sensitivity of his softening cock still buried in you. When he tugs away, itâs your turn to gasp, shivering at the cool emptiness you feel.Â
âWas that okay?â he asks quietly, hands pushing your thighs apart. You nod.Â
âYeah, âs good. What are youâshit.â
Jackson knelt between your legs, lips first kissing your clit before he sucks it into his mouth. You all but scream, trying to clamp your legs together, but his easy strength prevents that.Â
âFâŠJackson...fuck, w-what are you doing?â you whimper again, trying to push yourself up to look at him. He uses a hand on the soft of your belly, pushing you back down. He pops off of your clit, free hand taking over the strokes.Â
âMy babygirl didnât cum. Iâm gonna make sure she does,â he explains as though itâs the simplest thing in the world.Â
âB-But youâŠyour cumâŠâ
âMhm, keep reminding me,â he moans, tongue slipping beneath the hood of your clit while two long fingers prod at your sore hole. You wince, but he slowly eases them in, his own cum working as lube. Rather than move them, he holds them there, gently stroking inside of your walls while he laps freely between your labia.Â
In a frighteningly short amount of time, youâre coming off the bed (literally) with a cry of surprise, mumbling his name over and over again as though he could save you from the crushing pleasure you felt. Your thighs clamped around his head, though he made no move to escape, apparently right where he wanted to be as it allowed him to continue sucking and licking the sensitive bundle of nerves until your legs trembled violently.Â
It stole your breath, and you saw stars, mixed in a few moments later with a boyish grin and someone peppering your face with kisses. It was the most intense orgasm youâve ever had, definitely if you were comparing him to other men. Well. There was no comparison.Â
You could only imagine how it'd feel with his cock as deep as it was. Next time. You'd suck his cock, cum on it...maybe make him beg to do the same.
Jackson is patient enough to wait until youâve mostly returned to your body before he smugly proclaims that he was right, the sex was great, and you owe him a backrub (donât you usually have to make bets to win them in the first place?) but whatever, because you were fucked out and your boy was happy and probably planning your wedding.Â
But once you attempted to sit up, wincing at the soreness of keeping your legs open, Jackson kissed you sweetly and urged you to lie down again. He left for a few minutes, returning with boxers (darn it) and a bottle of water, which he forced you to sip whilst he ran you a bath.Â
You were helped down the hall, feeling like a frail old lady after you insisted you could do itâand had to catch yourself by the doorframe as you walked like a baby deer. You informed him it wasnât polite to laugh at people youâve nearly fucked to death, regretting your words immediately as a somehow cocky Jackson became even cockier.Â
He guided you into the bath, telling you to relax while he ran to the pharmacy. Before he left though, he knelt beside the tub, fingers tapping at the lava-like water you were soaking in.
âDo you like the smell?â he asks, resting his chin on his fist. You nod, letting your fingers find his and trying to pull them beneath the water. He compromised by pulling yours out, kissing the back of your knuckles. âGood. Itâs strawberry scented.â
âFucking me doesnât make my bath bombs free real estate,â you say pointedly.
âFucking me doesnât make my clothes free real estate.â
You open your mouth, then purse your lips.Â
âTouche.â
âI have something to ask,â he sighs, resting his lips on your hand. âItâs really important.â
Oh god. What.Â
âYeah?â you ask, your voice shaky. Jackson grins.Â
âJustâŠdid you like my cream, pie?â
You stare at him for a few seconds, contemplating the last hour and four years of your life. âI want a divorce.â
âI love you.â
âHowâŠhow long have you thought of that joke?â you ask. You didnât really want to know the answer.
âUmâŠabout 20 seconds after I called you pie for the first time? Not with you of course.â
âWell why in the god damn hell not with me!?â
âI mean? Yes with you?â
âCreep.â
âI love you.â
âI still want a divorce.â
âI still love you.â
âNng.â
âThat means I love you in worm?â
â...Yeah.â
âHeh~â
âHey Jackson?â
âMm?â
âYour lil sperms might be kinda fast? So like? Maybe leave now? I do love you but I will not have your babies right now?â
âOh. Yeah. Be right back. Try not to make a baby with those in the meantime, theyâre not ripe yet, you know?â
Your head lay on Johnnyâs wide chest with weak moan continuously coming out from your mouth you barely can feel anything but Jaehyun big long hard cock keep pounding your swollen cunt nonstop, his thumb rubbing your tight pucker hole which makes your hips shaking uncontrollably âSheâs a literal fuck dollâ Jaehyun chuckled looking at your overstimulated body where everything is sensitive and your cunt keep oozing both of his and your own cum. Johnny caressing your hair and back gently and start adjusting your body on top of him âMy sweet little baby, this is why youâre my favoriteâ Johnny tilt your face up and kiss your forehead once more âCum for us one more time yes, let us use your body to satisfy our needs okay baby? Will you let us do that?â He keeps giving little kisses to your face and obviously you nodded letting him do anything to you âSay it sweetheart i need to hear it loveâ Johnny wrapped his big hands around your body while Jaehyun pulled his cock out of your tight wet cunt âHmmmmghhahh y-yes J-johnny use me as much as you want im all yoursâ you couldnât think anything anymore you just love the idea of your boyfriend and his friend use your body as a fuckdoll
