warnings: smut (MDNI), one shot, cream pie, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap that willy). Lmk if there's anything else!
synopsis: Getting assigned to work with one coworker everyone warned me to stay away from.
word count: 3k
Authors Note: it’s like 2am and I have my frickin summer program tmr 🙂🔫 also ngl idk if ima make a part two to off limits cus I have no clue what else to add sorry 😞
I nervously fiddled with the hem of my skirt as I stood near the front counter, waiting for the mangers assistant to tell me where I’d be starting my first shift. The sounds of conversations, ringing phones, and hurried footsteps filled the building, making my nerves even worse. I glanced around at the employees moving were confidently from place to place and wondered if I’d ever look that comfortable here. I took a deep breath in to calm myself while I waited for my name to be called.
“Um, excuse me, ma’am, you can follow me,” a lady dressed in an expensive-looking suit called out to me.
I quickly smoothed out my skirt before following after her. My nerves only got worse with each step we took down the long hallway. The building was huge, and I could tell it had been recently renovated from the faint smell of fresh paint lingering in the air. The sound of our heels clicking against the polished floors echoed throughout the building, and I tried my best to keep up without looking completely lost.
As we passed rows of desks and offices, I noticed more and more people. Everyone seemed busy, typing away at their computers, answering phone calls, or hurrying from one meeting to another.
“Don’t worry,” the woman said with a small smile, noticing my anxious expression. “The first day is always the hardest.”
I let out a nervous laugh and nodded.
After a few more turns, she stopped in front of a glass door with 4 cubicles.
“This is going to be your cubicle,” she said, gesturing toward the desk.
I stepped inside and looked around. It wasn’t anything fancy—a desk, a computer, a rolling chair, and a few empty shelves—but it was mine.
“Make yourself comfortable,” the woman said. “Your team should be here shortly.”
Before I could ask any questions, she walked away.
I sank into the chair and took a deep breath, wondering what my team would be like.
A few minutes later I heard a group of footsteps and chatter.
"There’s the newbie" someone said with a bright smile on his face.
They all huddle near my desk
“Hi, I’m Minnie,” a woman with long hair said with a bright smile, pulling me into a quick hug before I could react.
“And this is Jake, and that’s Sunoo,” she added, pointing to the two standing beside her.
Both of them waved.
“Welcome to the marketing team!” Sunoo said cheerfully.
Their warm energy instantly made me feel more comfortable. The nervousness that had been twisting in my stomach since I arrived began to fade. It was hard not to smile when they all seemed so sweet.
“Thank you, guys. I’m so relieved I thought everyone here would be mean,” I said, letting out a small laugh.
“Trust me, everyone here is nice,” Jake replied with a reassuring smile.
“Well… except that guy,” Sunoo said, pointing toward a man sitting at a desk in another glass room.
I followed his gaze.
The man was focused on his computer. His dark hair fell effortlessly over his forehead, slightly covering his sharp eyes. He was tall, with broad shoulders that made him stand out even while sitting down. His expression was unreadable. Unlike everyone else in the office, he didn’t seem interested in chatting or joking around.
“Who’s that?” I asked curiously.
“That’s Riki” Minnie said. “He’s not exactly mean… just a little hard to talk to.”
“A little?” Sunoo scoffed. “Try impossible.”
Jake laughed and shook his head. “Don’t listen to them. He keeps to himself, that’s all.”
Okay enough about that let’s get you started” Minnie said clapping her hands together
They all started blabbing abt new ways to promote our newest products.
Before I could even process half of what they were saying, the conversation turned into a blur of marketing terms, campaign ideas, and deadlines. I nodded along, trying my best to keep up while secretly hoping no one would ask me a question.
Then there was a sharp knock on the door.
The room fell silent.
“Come in,” Minnie called.
The door opened, and the person who stepped inside immediately caught my attention.
It was him.
The same guy Sunoo had pointed out earlier.
His dark hair fell over his eyes as he glanced around the room. Dressed in a fitted blue button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms.
“There’s a project that requires both of our teams to work together. I need one of you guys,” he said in a flat, uninterested tone, as if he’d rather be anywhere else.
“You.” He pointed directly at me. “Come with me.”
Without waiting for a response, he turned and started walking away.
I gulped.
Of all the people he could have picked, why me?
Slowly, I turned to look at my team. Instead of the encouragement I was hoping for, they all wore matching expressions of pity.
“Good luck,” Jake muttered.
“You’re gonna need it,” Minnie added with a wince.
I stared at them in disbelief.
“Seriously?”
Sunoo placed a hand over his heart dramatically. “It was nice knowing you.”
“Sunoo!” Minnie hissed.
“What? I’m trying to prepare her.”
I let out a nervous laugh and grabbed my notebook.
As I walked toward the door, Sunoo called after me.
“Just don’t look him in the eye!”
My team laughed while I shot him an unamused look.
“That’s not helping!”
Stepping out of the room, I hurried to catch up with Riki, who was already several steps ahead of me. His hands were tucked into his pockets as he walked through the office without looking back once to make sure I was following.
I practically had to speed-walk to keep up.
“You know, most people usually introduce themselves before kidnapping their coworkers,” I muttered under my breath.
To my surprise, I saw the corner of his mouth twitch.
“Most people talk too much.”
Okay.
This was going to be a very long project.
The two of us stepped into an elevator. The doors slid shut, leaving us alone in an awkward silence.
“So…” I said, trying to start a conversation.
“Do you like working here?”
“Sure.”
Wow. That was enthusiastic, I thought to myself, rolling my eyes.
A few moments later, the elevator doors opened. Ni-ki stepped out, and I quickly followed him down the hallway until we stopped in front of a room labeled Conference Room.
Inside, a large group of people were gathered around a long table. Papers, coffee mugs, and laptops were scattered everywhere, making it clear that they had already been there for a while.
The second we walked in, everyone’s eyes turned toward me.
“Who is this?” someone asked from across the room.
“Someone from Marketing,” Ni-ki replied without missing a beat.
That was it.
No name. No introduction.
I bit back a comment and took a seat in one of the empty chairs.
The meeting began almost immediately. Everyone tossed around ideas for upcoming projects, marketing strategies, product launches, and potential business deals. I tried my best to keep up, jotting down notes whenever something important was mentioned.
What felt like hours later, the meeting finally came to an end.
Chairs scraped against the floor as everyone stood up and started gathering their things. Relieved, I grabbed my notebook and headed for the door along with everyone else.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
I froze.
Slowly, I turned around.
Riki was staring at me from across the table, one eyebrow raised.
“Uh… back to my desk?” I answered.
Riki sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“The project won’t start itself.”
My stomach dropped.
This project had barely started, and I was already wishing it was over.
✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧
The next couple of weeks flew by faster than I expected.
During most of my time I would go from meeting to meeting or come up with new ideas with my team. I started liking it here. Me and my team would go out for lunch often or even hang out on weekends. I stared liking it here. The only problem was I still had the project with Riki and his attitude was not helping.
But despite, what everyone had warned me about, I was slowly starting to get used to him.
Well... sort of.
He was still stubborn and terrible at holding a normal conversation.
But during the late-night brainstorming sessions and endless meetings. I'd learned that he wasn't nearly as scary as he seemed.
At least, not all the time.
"You're staring at your screen again."
I looked up from my laptop to find Riki standing beside my desk.
I rolled my eyes.
"I'm thinking."
"Looks painful."
I gasped dramatically.
"Wow. That's rude."
"Just being honest."
Two weeks ago, that comment would've annoyed me.
Now it just made me laugh.
"Why are you here?"
"Meeting starts in five minutes."
I glanced at the clock and immediately sat up straighter.
"Wait—seriously?"
Riki nodded.
"Oh my gosh."
A small smirk appeared on his face.
"You're welcome."
I hated how much I was starting to enjoy that stupid smirk.
✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧
A few days later, I found myself stuck in the office long after everyone else had gone home. The project deadline was approaching faster than expected, and neither of our teams wanted to be the reason it failed. I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock.
10:47 PM.
Great.
The office was dead silent except for the faint hum of computers. Everyone else had left hours ago.
Everyone except me.
And Riki.
I looked over at him across the room. Same place. Same posture. Same focused expression that made it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
"Do you ever go home?" I asked, more tired than annoyed.
Without looking up, he replied, "Do you?"
I exhaled sharply.
"That's not an answer."
"It is."
"No, it's you avoiding the question." I said while yawning.
That made him stop typing.
Slowly, he looked up.
"Why are you still here then?" he asked.
I blinked.
"Because the project isn't done."
"leave."
I stared at him.
"...What?"
"You're tired, You're making mistakes."
I felt something flare in my chest.
"Oh, so now you care about if I'm tired?"
"No." His voice rose for the first time. "I just don't want to fix the mistakes you're going to make."
He stood, pushing his chair back.
I stood up too.
"Seriously?!"
"I'm serious."
"Right, because that's all you care about, isn't it? Results? Work? Everything except being an actual normal person?" My voice echoed through the empty office.
His eyes sharpened.
"I'm telling you to go home."
"No!"
His jaw tightened, and for the first time since I’d met him, the calm mask he’d worn for months slipped. Something flickered across his face—frustration, maybe hurt—but it disappeared before I could be sure. He exhaled slowly through his nose, as if he were using every ounce of self-control not to snap back.
I took another step toward him, refusing to back down.
“Say something,” I demanded. “Go ahead. Tell me I’m wrong.”
He didn't tell me I was wrong. For a long moment, neither of us moved. We just stood there, locked in each other’s gaze, daring the other to break first. Then something snapped in him.
He moved with a sudden, dangerous speed that stole the breath from my lungs. His hand shot out, fingers locking around my waist and yanking me forward with a force that slammed my hips flush against his. The sudden contact caught me off guard sending a wave of warmth radiating through my body.
"You want to know what I'm thinking?" he hissed, his voice a low, dangerous growl against my lips.
He didn't wait for an answer. He crashed his mouth onto mine, not with tenderness, but with a desperate, starving hunger that had clearly been hidden behind that composed expression for months. It was a collision—a clash of teeth and tongue and suppressed rage. I gasped into the kiss, my hands flying up to claw at his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing to erase every inch of space between us.
The taste of him was intoxicating coffee and something sharp like a flame starved of oxygen. He groaned deep in his throat, a sound of total surrender, and backed me up until my lower back hit the edge of the desk.
With one sweeping motion of his arm, he cleared the surface. My laptop slid across the table stacks of reports and folders scattered over the floor like confetti, forgotten and irrelevant. He hoisted me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, locking him in.
His hands were everywhere—tearing at the buttons of my blouse, the fabric giving way with a satisfying rip. I felt the cool air of the office hit my skin for a split second before it was replaced by the searing heat of his palms , his breath ragged and hot against the sensitive skin of my neck, leaving a trail of bruising kisses that made me arch my back and cry out.
"I've wanted to shut you up like this since the day you walked in," he whispered, his voice raw.
He fumbled with his belt, the metallic click of the buckle echoing in the silence of the empty floor. When he finally freed himself, the sight of him hard and pulsing and prec already dripping sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core. I was already slick, aching for the friction, my body humming with a need that bordered on pain.
He didn't hesitate. He gripped my thighs, pulling me to the very edge of the desk, and drove into me in one deep, forceful thrust.
I let out a strangled scream, my head snapping back against the desk. He filled me completely, stretching me open, the sensation so intense it felt like an explosion. He froze for a second, his muscles locking, his face contorted in a mixture of agony and ecstasy as he adjusted to the tight heat of me.
Then, he began to move.
It wasn't a gentle rhythm; it was a battle. Each thrust was deep and rhythmic, the desk creaking under the weight of our bodies. The dimly lit fluorescent lights, the scent of printer ink, the silence of the night— clashed with the raw noises we were making. The sound of skin slapping against skin and our synchronized breathing filled the room.
He didn't slow down, his pace only becoming more frantic, more desperate. I clung to his shoulders, my nails digging into the expensive fabric of his top. Steadying myself as he hammered into me. Every impact sent a shockwave through my whole body, the hard edge of the desk pressing into my lower back, grounding me in the pure, overwhelming physicality of the moment. I could feel the friction building, a coil of tension tightening in my lower stomach, becoming tighter and tighter with every guttural moan he let out.
Suddenly, he groaned, a low, breathless sound, and pulled out with a wet, sliding pop that left me feeling empty and aching. I gasped, my legs still draped over his hips, my breathing short, jagged hitches.
He didn't let me recover. His eyes, dark filled with a hunger, locked onto mine as he reached behind me. His fingers fumbled for a moment with the clasp of my bra, the lace straining against my chest. With a sharp, decisive snap, the tension gave way. He ripped the fabric away, tossing it carelessly onto the floor, leaving my breasts bare and trembling in the cool office air.
He didn't waste a second. He leaned in, capturing one nipple between his teeth, tugging firmly while his hand squeezed the other breast, kneading the soft flesh with a possessive intensity. I cried out, my head tossing back, the sensation sending sparks of electricity dancing across my skin. He moved from one breast to the other, his tongue swirling around the peaks, tasting the salt of my skin, his breath hot and demanding.
Then, he shifted. He slid down my body, his hands gripping my thighs and pushing them wider, exposing me completely to the harsh glow of the ceiling lights. I felt a flash of vulnerability that quickly turned into raw anticipation as he knelt between my legs.
When his tongue first made contact, I nearly flew off the desk. He was precise, his tongue flicking against my clit with a rhythmic, agonizingly perfect pressure. I arched my back, my fingers pulling at his hair so hard my knuckles turned white. His breath hot against my wetness, his tongue diving deep and then swirling back to the center, teasing me, driving me to the edge.
The contrast was addicting —the silent office surrounding us, and the wet, slurping sounds of his mouth devouring me. I was shaking, my hips bucking instinctively, trying to push myself closer to his mouth. I whimpered his name, a broken plea, as the pressure built into an unbearable swell. Just as I felt the first tremors of a climax beginning to ripple through me, he pulled away.
I let out a frustrated sob, but he didn't let the pain linger. He spiked upward, his chest heaving, and grabbed my waist, hauling me back against him. He didn't slide back in slowly; he drove himself into me with a single, violent thrust that left me breathless.
"You're mine," he growled against my ear, his voice a rasp of pure hunger. "Everything about you is mine."
The friction was electric, the heat between us reaching a boiling point. He began to move again, but this time it was a relentless, driving force, his movements fast and shallow, hitting the exact spot that sent me spiraling. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, locking him in, pulling him deeper.
Everything was a blur except the sound of our colliding bodies and the scent of musk and ink. I felt the wave finally break—a sudden, violent explosion of pleasure that started in my core and radiated outward, turning my vision white. I moaned, the sound echoing through the empty floor, Clamping around him in tight.
The feeling triggered him. With one final, deep surge, he buried himself as far as he could go, his body locking up, a long, strangled groan escaping his throat as he filled me up with hot spurts of cum.
We stayed like that for a while, chests heaving in unison. When he finally spoke up.
“You were saying?” he teased, a smirk tugging at his lips as he tried to catch his breath.
I glared at him, still struggling to steady my breathing. “Shut up.”
!! warnings; bondage, knife play, degrading, brat taming, nipple play, smut, fingering, p in v, idk i probably missed smth, NOT PROOFREAD!!
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the dim glow of streetlamps barely cut through the mist clinging to the empty sidewalk as you walked home, your heels clicking sharply against the cracked pavement.
the night air hung heavy with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt and distant exhaust, your jacket pulled tight against the chill that crept under your collar.
then, without warning, a strong arm yanked you backward into the shadows of a narrow alley.
some cold steel pressed firm against your throat. the blade bit just enough to still your breath, its edge a razor promise against your skin.
you didn't flinch, to your own surprise.
instead, a defiant spark lit in your chest, your chin lifting despite the knife's threat.
"really? a knife in the dark?" you muttered, voice laced with that familiar edge of attitude.
your pulse steady even as the stranger's body crowded close behind you.
black hair fell across his forehead, framing sharp eyes that studied you with an intensity that burned hotter than the steel at your neck.
he didn't press harder, not yet. something in your unyielding stare seemed to catch him off guard, his grip on the handle tightening as a slow, possessive heat flickered across his features.
like he'd just found something he had no intention of letting go. a prey perhaps?
the tension coiled tighter in the confined space, his free hand gripping your waist to hold you still while the blade remained a constant, dangerous caress along your pulse.
"tch, you should be begging by now," he said, low and rough, the words vibrating against your back.
but your ego wouldn't bend; you met his gaze over your shoulder with a smirk that dared him to try harder, refusing to show even a hint of fear.
his eyes darkened in response, roaming over you with a claim that felt inevitable, the air between you crackling with the unspoken shift from threat to something far more consuming.
you moved on instinct, swinging your leg up hard toward his stomach in a sharp kick meant to break the hold.
god, this was pathetic.
his hand snapped down fast, catching your thigh mid-swing and pinning it against his hip with bruising force.
the knife vanished from your throat as if it had never been there, clattering somewhere into the shadows, and he held you like that for a beat.
his broad chest heaving against your back, grip shifting from restraint to something warmer, more deliberate.
no words of warning followed, no fresh press of steel. Instead, his fingers loosened just enough for you to step free.
though his palm lingered at your waist, thumb stroking slow circles through your jacket.
"come with me, yeah?" he said, voice low and rough but stripped of menace, the possessive heat in his gaze pulling at you like gravity.
curiosity burned hotter than any fear, twisting low in your belly, and you followed without a fight. your heels clicking again as he led you out of the alley and down the block to a nondescript building, the door to his apartment clicking shut behind you with a finality that made your pulse race.
inside, the space was sparse and dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of leather and something darker, like rain on metal.
he turned you to face him, hands sliding under your jacket to peel it from your shoulders, the fabric whispering to the floor as his eyes raked over the thin excuse-of-a-dress clinging to your breasts.
your confidence flared again, a smirk tugging your lips as you arched a brow, but he answered it by crowding you back against the wall, his knee nudging your thighs apart while his mouth hovered at your ear.
"you wanted this the second you didn't beg for your life," he murmured, one hand cupping your tit through the fabric.
his thumb circling your hardening nipple until you gasped, the sensation shooting straight between your legs.
he worked your dress up and off next, exposing your skin to the cool air that pebbled your nipples into tight peaks.
then, dropped to his knees with a hungry sound, yanking your panties down in one rough tug.
your cunt was already slick, the scent of your arousal heavy as he spread your folds with slender fingers, exposing the wet pink flesh to his stare.
"look at this pretty cunt dripping for me," he growled, dragging a knuckle through your slit to gather the wetness before pushing two fingers deep inside.
he was curling them against that spongy spot that made your knees buckle.
youu moaned loud and unashamed, hips rocking down onto the intrusion, the stretch burning so good as he pumped them slow and deliberate. his thumb rubbing tight circles over your swollen clit with every thrust.
you should be embarrassed; this was a criminal infront of you.
no, a murder even.
your juices coated his hand, dripping down his wrist in shiny trails while he added a third finger, scissoring them open to work your pussy wider.
the obscene wet sounds filling the room with each thrust. he leaned in to lap at your clit with a flat tongue, sucking the bud between his lips as his fingers pounded harder, knuckles bumping your entrance on every stroke.
"that's it, take it like a good girl," he rasped against your folds, the vibration making you clench around him, thighs trembling as fresh arousal gushed out to soak his chin and the front of his shirt.
your hands tangled in his black hair, pulling him closer while your bratty mouth spilled filthy encouragement, urging him deeper, harder, until the coil in your gut wound so tight you thought you'd snap.
your walls fluttered and clenched hard around his thrusting fingers as the orgasm crashed through you without mercy.
your cunt pulsing and squirting fresh waves of slick down his wrist while he sucked your clit harder, tongue flicking relentlessly to draw out every shuddering spasm.
a smirk still tugged at your lips even as your thighs shook, and you gasped out a defiant taunt between moans, "that's all you got, criminal? thought you'd ruin me, not just make me come like some cheap hoe"
niki's eyes flashed with dark possession at your words, his free hand yanking your wrists together above your head and pinning them against the wall with bruising strength.
the shift from pleasure to restraint sending a thrill of consented fear racing down your spine.
he rose slowly to his full height, towering over you with that black hair falling into his intense gaze.
one hand still working your dripping pussy in slow, deliberate pumps while the other fished a length of rough rope from his pocket. "
"someone needs to tame you, huh?" he growled, voice thick with hunger, pressing the flat of the reclaimed knife.
reminding you of the edge as he bound your wrists tight above you, the knots digging into your skin in a way that made your pulse hammer with excited dread.
you could have pulled away, but instead you arched into it, whispering your permission hot against his ear.
he nodded in response, as he secured the rope to the headboard, leaving you stretched and vulnerable.
your legs were still spread wide around his fingers that now scissored deeper into your soaked cunt.
the blade traced a teasing path down from your throat to the swell of your tits, circling one nipple without breaking skin, the metallic chill mixing with the heat of his breath as he leaned in to bite at your lower lip.
"dumb bitch, pushing me like this," he rasped, pulling his fingers free with a wet sound only to slap your pussy lightly.
the sting of it, making you gasp and drip more, before he shoved his own pants down to free his thick, veined cock, already leaking precum that he smeared against your folds.
he rubbed the head up and down your slit, teasing your entrance without pushing in, the fear play heightening every sensation as the knife returned to your collarbone.
he was pressing it just enough to make you whimper in that delicious mix of thrill and surrender.
your hips bucked forward instinctively, begging without words, but he held back, taming your brattiness with a firm hand gripping your bound wrists tighter.
"beg properly, or i stop," he demanded.
"fuck me, please just do it."
that’s was enough for him, your words fulfill their job.
satisfied, he slammed into you in one brutal thrust, his cock burying to the hilt in your tight heat.
the stretch burning so intensely you cried out, walls clenching around his girth as he started pounding relentlessly, hips snapping with bruising force that made your bound body jolt against the wall.
the knife clattered away again as both his hands gripped your ass, lifting you slightly to change the angle, pounding deeper so the head of his dick kissed your cervix with every stroke.
your juices squelching obscenely around him and coating his balls.
"take it, yeah? this pussy's mine now," he snarled against your neck, teeth grazing the spot where the blade had been.
fear and lust twisting together as he fucked you harder, one hand sliding up to pinch your nipple while the other thumbed your clit in rough circles.
your bratty side flared once more, a moan turning into a taunt: "harder, or are you scared to break your new toy?"
which only spurred him to grip your thighs bruisingly, spreading you wider and slamming in at a punishing rhythm that had your tits bouncing and your cunt gushing. the wet slaps echoing as he claimed every inch with possessive thrusts.
sweat slicked your skin as he leaned in to suck a mark onto your breast, his balls slapping against your ass with each deep drive.
the fullness overwhelming as he growled filthy praises mixed with commands: "clench that cunt for me, brat. show me how much you love being tied and fucked like this."
your orgasm built again under the relentless pounding, thighs quivering around his waist.
and you surrendered fully to the fear-laced pleasure, moaning as he tamed every defiant spark with the raw intensity of his possession.
ropes biting your wrists while his cock throbbed inside you, promising more as he chased his own release without slowing down.
that’s it.
you should start praying not to get killed after this.
You sat in Mingi's dressing room, fear coursing through you as the last few notes to the closing song, Utopia, played. It wouldn't be long before he came back and found out what you'd done.
You were just trying to get his things packed up so he could leave on time since Mingi was typically a little sluggish and easily distracted. When you opened the bag, though, his Rolex fell out, the glass cracking as it hit the floor.
Mingi loved that watch. Hongjoong had given it to him when he came back from his hiatus. It was even engraved on the side with the words, "Take 5," to remind Mingi to take time for himself when he needed it...and now it was ruined.
He opened the door with his typical goofy, smile and greeted you with a kiss and hug, always covering you in his after-show sweat that you found so sexy as if it were an aphrodisiac, but today your pants were still on when he pulled away.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Mingi asked worriedly. He always expected you to be half-naked by now.
"Mings," you sniffed, tears already falling down your cheeks as you held out your hand with the broken watch in your palm. It looked so small and sad like that, very unlike the purpose it was meant to serve. Mingi picked it up, examining it first with a frown and puppy eyes before darker angrier features marked his expression.
"How?" he growled, backing you into the counter as if he could sense it was your fault before you even admitted it.
"I dropped it," your voice cracked. "I'm so sorry Min..."
He grabbed you by your throat and pinched your cheeks, his eyes scarier than you'd ever seen. "Can you afford to repay me for a customized Rolex?" he asked, his voice threatening as he already knew the answer.
"N-no," you choked out, reaching for his wrist to fight for relief from his grasp. You couldn't catch a breath.
He clenched his jaw and looked at you as if searching for something of yours to break in return.
"Mings, please," you begged, relief marking your features when he let go of your throat to twirl you around.
He held you from behind as you faced the dressing room mirror. He glared at every inch of you, repulsed by the pain you had caused him by hurting something so precious.
You expected him to berate you in front of the others, maybe take everything you owned to make up for it...or at least everything you brought on tour. It came as a surprise, though, when he pushed your chest to the counter, forcing your ass into him.
"Mingi what are you..."
"You're going to earn it back. Every fucking cent," he bit as he pulled down your jeans.
"Mingi, no. Not like this, baby. I..." you began, but it was too late.
Mingi took out his cock, stroked it a few times, and then aligned it with your cunt before snapping forward. It only took a matter of seconds for him to force himself inside you.
Taking Mingi's thick cock with no prep stung like nothing you'd ever felt before. It was like you were standing over a flame with how much it burned. Tears welled in your eyes, and he gathered your hair to tug your head up to face your reflection. "Mingi, stop baby. Please it hurts so much," you cried.
"Watch yourself," he demanded while gritting his teeth. "Watch the clumsy little bitch who dropped my favorite thing in the world be fucked so hard that she's bruised and barely standing."
"I apologized!" you fought through tears. Your eyes and nose were red, and you were even drooling a little from how heavy your sobs were. You looked like a mess and felt even worse.
Mingi didn't let up though, he fucked you with sharp and deep thrusts that sent you closer and closer to the mirror. He spanked you, too, making you yelp out in pain and turn your attention to him. Mingi was biting his lip, staring at his cock ramming into you, seemingly uncaring of how much it hurt.
"Mingi, please stop," you asked again, pushing your hands out to stop from going straight into the mirror.
"Every fucking cent," he grunted.
All of you hurt when you were used like this. Your legs felt like they were being bruised by his hips, your pussy was fucked raw, and your hair felt like it was being ripped from your scalp. Mingi released you only briefly, and he used those few seconds to tear open your shirt.
You tried to hold onto it, but Mingi gripped you to stand with a firm hand on your throat. He held you to his chest as he fucked you, letting your tits bounced painfully.
"Can't breathe," you gasped, looping your arm around his neck for support and using the other to fight his hand.
"Then pass out," Mingi rolled his eyes and pounded harder, eyeing your tits through the reflection. "You'll be easier to fill with my cum if you can't fight back," he smirked at the idea.
"Do not cum in me!" you shouted through tears, using the last solid breath for the argument.
"Every fucking cent, baby, and that shit cost thousands," he reminded you. "So I can cum wherever the fuck I want," he growled before dropping you back to the counter.
You cried when your tits hit the harsh surface and pushed your hands back out in front of you. You watched through the mirror as Mingi gripped your hips, digging his hands in so roughly that there'd be imprints tomorrow. Then, he snapped his hips forward, moving so sharply that your pleas became mangled.
"Stop," you whined. You should've hated him for doing this to you. You should've fought back harder, but now...as he filled you better than you'd ever been filled before, you found pleasure in it.
"Can't stop until you're dripping onto the floor," he hissed. "Until this pussy feels like it's worth thousands instead of a used up $5 bill.”
"Mingi, it hurts," you whimpered, but he pressed a hand over your mouth while rolling his eyes.
"Shut the fuck up, and take it," he grunted.
Your waist was screaming for relief from how hard you were being fucked into the counter. You eyed Mingi helplessly; his gaze met yours, staring with so much intensity that you felt your heart rate increase beyond capability. You were so scared of him. He could hurt you, and he had no problem doing so. He had all of the control and you were nothing to him. He could fuck you for hours until you were passed out and bleeding. The thought scared you so much that you...
Suddenly came.
You moaned into his hand, eyes meeting his in a desperate plea for him to stop. He didn't though, and he thrashed even more harshly against you until it hurt so bad you were yelling for help into his palm while your legs shook uncomfortably.
Only then did he finally finish. He freed your mouth to grip your hip again, squeezing it tightly while lazily thrusting into you.
"I said stop," you bawled, head dropped to your arms as you felt every spurt...every punishment like a whip across your back.
"And I didn't invite you to break my watch either, did I?" He spanked you again when he was done, cracking his hand on your skin so hard that it left a welt. You watched as he examined his work with a satisfied curve of his lips. You then observed him picking up the watch and carelessly tossing it into the bag as if it never mattered in the first place.
When he returned his attention to you, he inhaled deeply and ran a gentle hand across your back. "Wow, baby," Mingi cooed. "The watch for the third night in a row?"
You pressed your cheek to the cool counter and nodded. "I like it when you're rough," you yawned, so tired from playing with him. Whenever you selected the watch it meant you wanted him to force fuck you. It was all in your control. All your choice, and he never failed to go along with it.
Mingi palmed your ass where he'd hit you before pulling you to stand. This time he really did hug you from behind, examining every inch of you for marks while you watched him adoringly in the mirror. He frowned at the sight of your hips where 8 distinct fingerprints had dug in. No doubt the two from his thumbs marked the other side just the same. He looked even more upset by the red line across your hips where you'd been forced into the counter.
"I like it," you assured him, while wrapping his arms tighter around you, settling against his warmth.
"No watch tomorrow," Mingi begged with a kiss to your temple. "You may like it but I prefer my girl unbruised."
"Then I'll pull out the..."
"No plaid shirt either," he interrupted with a disagreeing shake of his head.
"Then what about..."
"And no ropes," he murmured with a kiss to your neck before turning you around to face him.
You looped your arms around his neck with a pout. "Mings...I like it. I swear."
"I know you do, baby," he hummed before pressing his lips to yours, letting them melt you from the inside out so that you were like putty in his hands. "But let me love on you once in a while."
"Fine," you sighed in agreement. "I'll use the necktie."
Mingi smiled with a laugh. "Baby, you're so beautifully frustrating."
"Thanks," you grinned with a kiss to the tip of his nose.
Then Mingi suddenly leaned in, caging you against the counter so that your chest was against his, every breath staggered and nervous.
"And if you know what's good for you..." he began as he narrowed his eyes, "...you'll leave that tie in the bag and take out my glasses. Understood?" He cocked his brow and watched you shiver beneath him. Dominant Mingi rarely made an appearance but when he did, your entire body came alive.
"I understand," you breathed and pulled him in for a kiss. Mingi's perfect lips had you coming undone in seconds and you smiled into him because you knew he'd be seeing that tie tomorrow, like it or not. And he'd punish you perfectly for it.
synopsis: riki’s dangerously low sweatpants and deliberate teasing push you to the edge. when he dares to expose more, you take control, dropping to your knees to silence his games…
now playing: “loose” by enhypen
sol’s note: there's a photo of ni-ki from the concert circulating around here on tumblr and i decided to make one for it. bruhh my boi almost show his dihh 😓
Riki was pacing back and forth in the living room. He wore a black tank top that clung to his defined shoulders and chest, the fabric stretched tight over his muscles, but it was the lower half of him that was causing the real distraction for you. A pair of loose gray sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips, secured only by the sharp jut of his hip bones. Every time he took a step, the waistband dipped, revealing the elastic trim of his black Calvin Klein boxers.
He stopped in front of the full-body mirror, admiring his physique. You watched over the rim of your book, breath catching in your throat as he lifted the hem of his tank top. His hand slipped underneath, palm flattening against his stomach as he rubbed his abs, his fingers tracing the ridges of muscle with slow, deliberate pressure. The movement caused the shirt to rise further, exposing the intricate ink of the tattoos running along his side waist, leading the eye down to the deep, sharp cut of his v-line.
It was criminal to look at but he is your boyfriend anyways. Those damn sweatpants were insanely bad to your sanity, swaying loosely with every shift of his weight, threatening to slide right off his frame.
You weren't even pretending to read anymore. The book lay forgotten, your gaze fixed on the reflection in the mirror, tracking the path of his hand as it drifted lower, fingers toying with the waistband of his pants.
"Done checking me out?" Riki’s teasing voice cut through the silence.
He met your eyes in the mirror, a smirk playing on his lips. You blinked, caught red-handed, and quickly snapped your gaze back down to the page you hadn't turned in ten minutes. Oh.
"In your dreams," you shot back, rolling your eyes, though the heat rising in your cheeks betrayed you.
Riki just chuckled, turning his back from you as he walked toward the kitchen. "Whatever you say, babe."
You tried to focus on the text, forcing your brain to process the sentences, but it was useless. The image of his hand on his skin engraved in your mind. A moment later, the fridge door opened and closed, and he walked back into the living room.
If you thought the pants were low before, it was nothing compared to now. The gray fabric had slipped another inch, the waistband sitting precariously low, exposing the sharp definition of his hip bones. He stopped in front of you, holding a glass of water in his right hand.
"Babe, do you have other pants? Do you want me to buy one for you?" you asked, pointing out his loose sweatpants. You were genuinely concerned he didn't own clothes that actually fit him anymore.
He lowered the glass, wiping a droplet of water from his lower lip with his thumb. "Nah, I'm good babe. Besides, this is a trend nowadays." He smiled, that infuriatingly handsome, knowing smile, before tilting his head back to finish the water.
Your eyes traced the column of his throat as he swallowed, watching the bob of his Adam's apple. The sharp line of his jaw tensed and relaxed, the side profile illuminated by the afternoon light streaming through the window. He looked so manly, so effortlessly gorgeous by just standing there.
Riki stepped closer, coming to a stop just on the other side of the coffee table. You stared at the waistband of his sweatpants, the way they clung to nothing but air, the elastic band of his boxers clearly visible.
"Riki, pull it up. I swear. You're about to show your ass you know?" you said, your voice tinged with irritation, though it was mostly frustration at how badly you wanted to touch him.
"No. I'm not. Why are you bothered?" He teased, wiggling his eyebrows up and down flirting at you.
"Stop. There's nothing funny. I just don't want you to expose what's mine," you blurted out. The words hung in the air, heavy and possessive. You felt your face flush hot by your sudden confession.
"Possessive are we?" he chuckled, stepping closer to the edge of the table, enjoying your flustered state.
Instead of fixing his pants, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and tugged them lower, deliberately slow. The gray fabric slid down his thighs, and the outline of his bulge became unmistakably visible, pressing against the front of his boxers.
"What about this?" He laughed, wiggling his eyebrows again, tugging the pants up and down in a rhythmic, mocking motion.
That was it.
You slammed your book shut, the loud thud echoing through the living room. Riki jumped slightly, his eyes widening in surprise at the sudden noise. You didn't say a word. You stood up, the book abandoned on the cushion, and walked around the coffee table until you were standing right in front of him.
Without breaking eye contact, you dropped to your knees. The carpet cushioned your descent as you settled between his legs. He spun around to face you, the movement bringing his crotch level with your face, the heavy outline of his cock inches from your nose.
"W-what is this?" he stammered, as he looked down at you.
"I don't play games, Riki. I'll pull it down for you," you smirked, craning your neck back to look up at him.
He inhaled sharply, his chest heaving as you reached out. You palmed his clothed member, feeling the heat radiating through the cotton, the weight of him filling your hand. You ran your hands up to the waistband of his sweatpants, fingers curling around the elastic, and slowly tugged them down.
He helped you, kicking the gray fabric away impatiently. You immediately reached for the black Calvin Klein boxers, dragging them down his thighs. His cock sprang free, slapping lightly against your cheek as it escaped the fabric. It stood up hard and thick, the tip already glistening with pre-cum, ready for your touch.
You wrapped your hand around the base, feeling the pulse of blood beneath the velvety skin. You stroked him gently, squeezing slightly as you moved your hand up and down. A breathy groan tore from Riki’s throat, his head falling back.
"Fuck," he hissed.
You leaned in, spitting directly onto the head of his cock, letting your saliva mix with the pre-cum. You showed him your tongue, swirling it teasingly before you took him inside your warm, wet mouth. You kept your eyes locked on his face, watching his expression contort with pleasure as you bobbed your head, taking him deeper with every pass.
"F-fuck baby. Your mouth feels good around my dick," he moaned, his hands tangling in your hair, fingers gripping the strands to guide you.
You tightened your palm around the base of his shaft, stroking him in time with the movements of your mouth. You sucked hard, your cheeks hollowing out, focusing on the sensitive ridge just below the head. You could feel every vein on your tongue, the texture of him dragging against the soft wetness of your mouth as he slid deeper.
"Keep going please—" Riki pleaded, his hips buckling forward, pushing your head down, wanting more.
He looked down at you, unable to look away. The sight of his big cock stuffed in your mouth, your pink lips stretched tight around him, was intoxicating. Your mouth glistened with the mixture of your saliva and his dripping pre-cum, strands of it connecting your lips to his shaft as you pulled back. The warmth of your mouth and the wetness of your tongue were sending him to cloud nine, and he knew he was the luckiest man alive to have you on your knees like this.
"You're so pretty around me. Ahh—" he moaned, as he began to fuck your mouth faster.
You gagged around him, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, but you didn't pull away. You gripped his hips harder, your nails digging into his skin to steady yourself as he thrust into your mouth, losing control.
"Please! Please! Please! D-don't stop…" he begged, his voice wrecked.
Riki’s eyes drifted to the side, catching the reflection in the full-body mirror. The visual was filthy and perfect—he could see the way his cock disappeared fast in and out of your pretty mouth, the way your head bobbed furiously as he held your hair in a makeshift ponytail. He groaned again, the reflection in front of him pushing him closer to the edge.
"I'm gonna cum—ngh," he breathed out, his rhythm turning erratic as he continued to fuck your mouth, chasing his release.
You felt him swell in your mouth, getting heavier and fuller. You knew he was close. You released one hand from his hip and reached down to cup his balls, massaging them gently, rolling them in your palm to help him get there faster.
"Shit—F-fuck baby…" he cried out.
He came hard, his hips jerking forward as he buried himself deep in your throat. You felt the warm, salty flood of his seeds dripping inside your throat, coating your tongue. You swallowed around him, desperate to take it all, but there was too much. Some of it escaped the seal of your lips, dripping out of the corner of your mouth and running down your chin, landing straight onto your cleavage, staining the white lace camisole you wore.
Riki stood there for a moment, chest heaving, before he slowly pulled his softening cock from your mouth. He looked down at you, his face flushed with post-orgasmic bliss. He reached out, bringing his thumb to your chin to wipe the semen dripping from your lip. Without hesitation, he brought his thumb to your mouth, pushing it past your lips. You sucked it obediently, swirling your tongue around the digit, making wet, lewd noises as you cleaned him off.
He pulled his thumb free, the wet sound echoing in the quiet room. Then, he dropped to his knees in front of you, ignoring the hardness of the floor. He grabbed the nape of your neck and kissed you harshly, his tongue plunging into your mouth to taste himself on your tongue. It was a messy and possessive kiss.
Riki pulled back, a soft, genuine smile gracing his lips. He reached down, taking your hands from your thighs and placing them back on his semi-hard cock, which twitched at the friction of your touch.
"I will definitely wear more loose pants from now on," he said, his voice husky and sincere.
He wasn't fooling around.
You smiled back at him, your fingers tracing the length of him. Good thing you loved it.
in which ⭑ you and your boyfriend are on the road driving back from a camping trip with your family, yet your boyfriend insists on bothering you the whole way back home.
content warning ⭑ unprotected sex, car sex, risky sex, bulge/size kink, some fluff + aftercare, riki is downbad, pain infliction (biting), quickie, thigh worshipping, creampie, golden retriever bf ♡ black cat gf, unparticipating third party, use of name mami, not proofread
ⓘ wc ⭑ 2.1k
| now playing ⭑ fetish
riki takes out one earbud out from your ear. "baby, are you even listening to what i'm saying?" he complains, pouting.
you don't even spare him a glance, your eyes just stay focused to the endless flat grass fields from behind the car window.
"riki, please i'm listening to my podcast." - you sigh, reaching over to take back the earbud - "we still have like 28 something minutes left until we're home." you've been talking non-stop for the past 3 hours."
"please baby? i'll leave you alone to nap when we get back home. but if you shut me out like this what am i supposed to do for the next unbearable 28 minutes?
"i don't know?" you shrug, dismissively. "play something on your phone."
riki huffs, clearly dissatisfied. "fine."
you smile to yourself as you put the other earbud back in, turning your attention back to the scenery outside.
it all lasts a total of a few seconds before a finger pokes you on your thigh.
"...riki."
"what?" he asks, playfully.
"you said 'fine.'"
"i lied."
"i see that now."
with a defeated sigh, you pull out both earbuds out and tuck the wires into your travel bag in the seatback pocket. there's no point fighting him on this anymore.
his eyes light up instantly, a huge grin plastered on his face. it's cute.
his hand settles on your bare thigh, a finger wandering underneath the spandex of your shorts. he squeezes at the soft plump skin of your thighs before tracing circles and other shapes on your thigh.
"what are you doing?"
"i don't know," he hums. "i missed you."
"i'm literally right here." you flick his forehead.
"ow! what was that for?"
riki gives your thigh another squeeze - his focus never leaves your thighs.
he keeps squeezing, poking, tracing who knows what like a bored kid playing with a stress toy. you let him get away with it for a few more seconds before giving him another flick to the forehead.
"...worth it. i don't care." he mutters, rubbing his forehead before snaking his hand back on your thigh.
"you hate me." he mutters.
"i don't."
"you - whatever." he sighs. riki scoots closer, leaning his head on your shoulder. his blonde locks fall on your bare shoulder. "please?"
"what now riki?"
"i just want your attention." his fingers play with your hands.
"you been having it." you ruffle your fingers through his soft hair. "i know, but i want more."
his fingers wander between your thighs, resting his hand inbetween. you know what this means.
you glance toward the front of the car, your parents and siblings are still busy talking amongst themselves. thankfully too busy to care about the two of you in the very back row.
"i mean i guess.." - you start - "we have time to waste anyway."
his head perks up. "really? you'd let me?" he asks, almost like he can't believe you'd ever agree to something to like this.
"why not? i'm bored too." you shrug.
"but you're going to be on lookout duty, i swear to - riki.. if anyone turns their head around i'm blaming you. i don't want to be found out."
he nods ecstatically, "yes mami, i know."
you smile.
his hand hooks around your waist, guiding you onto his lap. you comply, your back hitting his chest. he spreads his legs wider to give you more leg room.
his bulge presses underneath you. the strap of your tank top falls limply to the side from the sudden movement.
he presses a light kiss to the exposed skin, your skin hot from having been soaking in the sun through the window for a while.
riki lifts you up slightly to pull down his grey baggy sweats and his red chrome hearts boxers, releasing his dick.
there's precum oozing out of his tip.
"seriously?"
"can't help it. not when i have a perfect girlfriend like you. one with thighs like that." he tugs down your shorts, revealing your lacey panties.
"my favorite ones too? baby, you're made for me." his hands grip your waist gently, guiding you to lower yourself back onto his lap. he adjusts, his hands moving down to grip your thighs.
he closes your legs, making them wrap around his dick.
he lets out a low moan.
"hey, quiet - they'll hear us."
"shit, sorry baby. just.. you feel so good. and i'm not even inside of you yet."
you rest your head on his shoulder, letting him take the lead.
riki squeezes your thighs, moving them up and down his thick shaft, letting the precum coat all over him and your thighs for more feeling.
"i love you.." riki mutters.
"i love your thighs, too."
you exhale, you can't tear away from the sight. his swollen head moving between your thighs, it feels weird. but weird in a good way.
"riki, stop talking about my thighs. you're lookout remember?"
"i know but.. they really are heaven made into a physical form. fuck y/n, i love you so much."
"sh..shut up.." you mutter, your cheeks flushing violently at his words.
he lets go of your thighs and moves his hips on his own.
"haah.."
you bite your lip, because you know if you don't, you'll release a loud noise and draw unwanted attention to you guys.
"do you guys want to stop somewhere? there's a nice restaurant around this area." your mom speaks up, glancing at you from the rearview mirror.
riki quickly ducks behind you, using you as a shield.
"nnno, i think we're okay." you respond back quickly.
"where's riki?"
"he's um.." riki thrusts a tiny nudge into you, making you almost gasp. "he's asleep in my lap."
your mother doesn't question any further, turning her attention back to the road. you reach behind you and pinch riki, he squirms.
"sorry.. got carried away." his movements stop abruptly.
"...i wanna see your face."
"you can."
"no like, face towards me."
"riki.."
he leans in, his hands squeezing your thighs playfully. "face meeeee."
you turn your head to the side, deadpan. "riki, i'm serious. you have to be lookout. i have been doing it for the past 5 minutes. if i face you, i'm trusting you completely."
"i know, i know. i won't do anything that wouldn't please you. i just want to see your angelic face."
you sigh, shifting uncomfortably before you turn around, hovering over the head of his dick.
"waaiiit, if you're facing this way, how will i fuck your thighsss? ughhh.. decisions."
"riki, just shut up." you decided to take control now, moving your panties to the side.
"wait wait wait, hold on-"
you slide down all the way in one go before he even mutters something else.
"ah y/n, you're so warm.. fuuuuuuuuuck."
riki's hands come to rest on your thighs, his legs spreading wider to hit you deeper.
you adjust, placing your legs flat down on his legs. your hands reach up under his hoodie, holding onto his abs for support. his muscles flex instinctively at your touch.
you begin to lift yourself up and down on him, occasionally letting out the quietest whimpers. he leans back, sitting comfortable as he watches your face closely.
every time you blink, every time your mouth opens slightly agape in pleasure, every time your eyes roll back, just any little slight difference in your face, riki watches it.
"ri..ki. you're supposed to be watching."
"i am watching."
"the front! not me. you're asking to get caught!" you whisper aggressively."
he huffs. "i am doing that too. kind of. you're more important anyway."
"i hate you."
his hand grip your ass cheeks, helping guide you up and down faster. "i know, it turns me on when you're mean..."
you moan a bit louder, unable to suppress it. he winces as you clench around him. you move your hands from under his shirt to rest behind you on his knees for support, you lean back.
"y/n..."
riki's hands come to rest on your waist again.
from this angle, he could see his dick bulging from your stomach. he presses down on your stomach, right on the spot where he's thrusting into you so deep.
your eyes roll back. "riki.."
"i know princess i know, shhh.." he starts to meet your downward movements with his own. "just let me handle it."
you oblige, your fingers going down to please yourself.
"that feel good?"
"yeah.. feels really good." you mutter.
riki takes your fingers and inserts them inside you, stretching you more. it burns, but it burns so good.
"do it like this mami, finger yourself deeper so your clit rubs against your own palm. let me see you lose yourself."
"i'm so close baby fuck, but i'm not cumming until you do." he breathes.
his right hand is pressing down on the bulge on your stomach, applying pressure, and his left hand is guiding your fingers deeper and faster.
"aah, ki.."
"yeah. fuck yeah, i love when you call me that."
"who makes you feel good?"
"riki does..aah."
"who can only make you feel this good?"
"..you..you do."
his hips slow, riki focuses on getting you there first. "it's too big, i can't.."
"nononono baby don't say that, you can. you've shown me before you can. you're capable of doing it, right pretty?"
"uh..uhuh."
your movements become more frantic, and your thighs begin to shake.
"it's okay love, i'm right here." riki kisses you, swallowing all your moans and screams as you squirt all over his thighs.
you fall forward right into him limply, absolutely drained. he catches you. you take your hand out of your puffy abused pussy.
he lifts the same hand you used and begins to lick off your juices from your fingers. savoring every bit.
"i'm gonna move now, okay y/n?"
you nod.
"cover your mouth."
riki begins thrusting into you brutally, "haah, y/n, you're perfect."
"love.. you so much." he whispers between soft moans.
you can't. it's asking too much of you to be quiet. as a last resort, you bite down harshly on riki's shoulder through his hoodie.
"no - y/n!"
he stops thrusting.
you lift your head up weakly.
riki lifts you up, guiding you off his dick. and that's when you feel it, warm sticky liquid oozing out of you.
"fuck, we've made a mess."
riki laughs, kissing you.
"you owe me."
"i know. i'll make it up to you, let's shower first once we get home yeah?"
"dear jesus, what the hell where you guys doing in the back? why is it all wet? ya spill somethin' or?" your sibling asks, extreme concern in her voice evident.
"and why was it sticky?" your other sibling questions.
you're in the kitchen cooking riki's favorite, dumplings. your heart drops to your ass when your siblings ask.
"yeah, y/n just spilled some soda. that's why, she's just a bit clumsy." riki responds from the living room.
"be more careful next time!" your dad shouts from upstairs.
"there was a speed bump! how about you guys drive more careful next time?!" you retort, mildly annoyed you got the blame.
riki makes his way over to you, hugging you from behind.
"smells so good, when's it ready?"
"it already is ready, if you didn't come to bother me i would've transferred it to a plate now." you elbow him.
he laughs, "okay." he reaches above to grab a plate from a cabinet above, holding it next to you.
"did you pick a movie already?" you ask, transferring the dumplings carefully onto the plate one by one.
"yup. chose your favorite, figured it'd do some type of damage control after i blamed you for the mess."
"i'm still mad."
"i know. i'll make it up to you."
"whatever, let's go watch." you say, turning on your heel.
riki puts the hoodie on of your korilakkuma onesie pajama. he does the same for the matching rilakkuma onesie he's wearing.
"you're so silly, ki."
"can't we be silly together?"
he doesn't even wait for a reply, already guiding you to the living room.
as soon as you set the plate down on the coffee table, riki pulls you down into him. he wraps his arms around you, effectively trapping you.
"riki."
"i love you."
"aren't we gonna watch?"
"i love you." he repeats.
"are we gonna cuddle the whole time?"
"yes. i love you."
"the foods gonna get cold."
"oh. right." he sits up quickly, reaching over for his chopsticks.
you smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "i love you too, idiot."
authors note ˚ . sorry it's been a while since my last upload, i've been overwhelmed with college applications and whatnot. been soososo busy and haven't had energy to write, i hope you guys enjoyed this one though!!! now that i'm done with applications i'll be writing more often! no more waiting a week lolol. thanks for reading and understanding :)
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The summer air was thick and sticky in Sunghoon’s cramped bedroom, the only sound the hum of an old floor fan. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, head in his hands, a look of pure frustration etched on his handsome face. You sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning back against his dresser, trying to keep your expression neutral.
“It’s just… awkward,” he mumbled, not meeting your eyes. “Every time it gets to that point, I freeze up. I don’t know what to do with it.” A faint blush crept up his neck. You’d been friends since middle school, had shared every secret, but this was new territory. You took a steadying breath, the unspoken truth hanging between you. Of course you’d noticed; it was hard not to when he walked out of the shower with just a towel slung low on his hips. His sheer size was intimidating, even from a purely observational standpoint.
“Okay,” you said, your voice surprisingly steady. “We’re just problem-solving. Like we always do.” You pushed yourself up from the floor and sat beside him on the bed, the worn mattress dipping under your combined weight. The space between you felt charged, the humid air clinging to your skin. “First, we remove the mystery.” You kept your gaze on his face, on the nervous flicker in his dark eyes. “Let me see.”
Sunghoon exhaled sharply, a mixture of relief and fresh anxiety. His fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans, the sound loud in the quiet room. When he finally pushed the denim down his hips, the reality of him was even more staggering than the glimpses you’d stolen. He was thick and long, fully hard already, the tip flushed a deep red. He looked painfully earnest and completely lost. “See?” he whispered, his voice rough. “It’s… a lot.”
“It is,” you agreed softly, not touching him yet. You took his wrist and guided his hand to himself. “Get used to the feel of it.” You coached him through a slow, tentative stroke, your hand over his. His breath hitched, a soft groan escaping him. “That’s it. No rush. Just get used to the sensation, to being in control of it.”
You let go, allowing him to continue on his own, watching the concentration on his face shift from panic to a dazed sort of focus. After a few moments, his rhythm faltered. “It’s not… I can’t just do this by myself forever,” he said, frustration creeping back in. He looked at you, a silent, desperate question in his eyes.
“Then don’t,” you murmured. You shifted closer, your thigh pressing against his. With deliberate slowness, you reached out and replaced his hand with your own. The first full touch of your skin on him made him jerk, a strangled sound catching in his throat. He was impossibly smooth and hard, the vein along the underside pulsing under your thumb. You began to move your hand up and down in a firm, measured pace, your eyes locked on his.
A sheen of sweat coated his forehead. His hands gripped the bedsheet, knuckles white. “What… what about with someone else?” he managed to ask, his gaze dropping to where your hand worked him.
“That’s next,” you said, your own pulse thrumming. You leaned in, your breath ghosting over the wet head of his cock. “You have to learn where it’s most sensitive.” You touched your tongue to the slit, tasting the salty pre-come there. Sunghoon cried out, his back arching off the bed. “Here,” you said before taking him into your mouth, as much as you could manage. It was a stretch, your jaw aching instantly, but you hollowed your cheeks and sucked, using your hand on the base he couldn’t fit. His moans became broken, pleading things. You pulled off with a wet pop. “See? Responsive. You just have to listen.”
You crawled up his body, settling over his hips. The damp heat of your own need pressed against the thin barrier of your shorts, meeting the solid, insistent pressure of him. You guided him with your hand, positioning him right where you ached. "This is the part that usually makes people nervous," you said, your voice low. "It’s okay to go slow." You kept your eyes on his as you began to lower yourself, taking just the broad head of him inside. A sharp, full sensation made you pause, breathing through it. He’s not going to fit.
Sunghoon's hands flew to your hips, his grip instinctive but gentle. His eyes were wide, watching where you were joined. "Okay?" he breathed out, the word strained.
"Okay," you confirmed, sinking down another inch. The stretch was intense, a burning fullness that forced a low moan from your throat. You moved in a careful, rocking rhythm, letting your body adjust to the overwhelming size of him. His hips twitched upward, seeking more, but you placed a firm hand on his stomach. "Not yet. Let me lead."
You continued the slow, grinding descent until he was fully seated inside you, a feeling of being utterly filled. I’m full. Completely full. You stayed there, unmoving, letting the sensation settle for both of you. His chest was heaving, every muscle in his abdomen taut. "Now," you whispered, beginning to move in earnest. You rose until only the tip remained, then sank back down, setting a deep, rolling pace. His hands tightened on your hips, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he matched your rhythm, his own thrusts growing more confident, more demanding.
A low, ragged moan tore from your throat as he hit a spot deep inside that made stars burst behind your eyelids. His confidence was growing with every thrust, his movements losing their initial hesitation and gaining a raw, powerful rhythm. You braced your hands on his sweat-slicked chest, riding him with a desperate intensity now, each descent a deliberate surrender to that overwhelming fullness. The stretch had become a burning pleasure, a constant, throbbing reminder of his size that was tipping you toward the edge. You could feel your own climax coiling tight in your belly, triggered by the relentless, deep friction.
Sunghoon’s breathing was coming in harsh gasps, his eyes glazed and fixed on you. His hands slid from your hips to grip the backs of your thighs, holding you open, controlling the depth of his plunges. "Tell me," he grunted, the words strained. His voice was rough with a newfound authority. "Tell me if it's right."
Before you could form a coherent sentence, your orgasm crashed over you, a violent, clenching wave that ripped a cry from your lips. Your body clamped down around him, milking his length in rhythmic pulses. That sensation tipped him over the edge. With a choked-off shout, he drove up into you one final, searing time and held there, his release flooding you.
You collapsed forward, your forehead resting against his collarbone, both of you slick with sweat and utterly spent, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against your ear. His arms came around you, holding you close in the sticky silence. “So,” he said after a moment, his voice quiet and a bit rough. “Best friends still?”
୨୧ from ♡ 𝑘𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑎𓏼⑅ ♥︎ ୧
inspired by this fic by wonxee and my comment lol big dick hoon agenda is reallllll + this layout is inspired by katsuiki
in which ₊ you decided to tag along to your boyfriends workout - watching him lift up those weights, and his biceps.. gosh it does something to you. sunghoon doesn't know how needy you are yet, and you're not waiting another hour to get home to do something about it.
content warning ₊ public sex, unprotected sex, ab riding, biting, shower sex, risky sex, softie sunghoon x dom gf, finger sucking (m!recieving)
ⓘ wc ₊ 2k
| now playing ₊ same old love ₊ remember you
"i just have one more set okay princess? you can wait a little longer right?" sunghoon looks at you pleadingly, you're sitting beside the bench press he's on, huffing impatiently.
he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, his way of apologizing for taking too long. though he really isn't taking that long, he just hates to see you upset and wants to do everything to please you.
sunghoon lays flat against the bench, hands hovering over the barbell. he looks over at you before lowering it down, the weights on the sides are like triple times your weight, you don't even know how he does it.
he always says you being here is good, because you give him the spirits and motivation to get stronger, to look good for you, to protect you.
he makes a soft grunt each time he brings the barbell down to his chest, the veins in his biceps bulging out.
holy fuck.
he looks so good when he's like this, all focused and out of breath. you wish he was lifting you instead.
you've sat on his back while he did push-ups multiple times, but he's never actually deadlifted you or anything like that.
you'll bring it up later when you guys get home.
every time he lifts up, you can see his shirt ride up against his stomach. his v line and soft snail trail leading to his black calvin klein boxers peaking out from his grey sweats.
he's literally fighting for his life on the bench press and here you are thinking about how much you want to have sex. right here.
right now.
he sets the barbell back on the holder carefully, then reaching his forearm over to wipe the sweat of his forehead.
sunghoon looks at you again, his tongue sticking out from how much he’s panting. like a cute little dog. his biceps look bigger because of his post-work out pump - not that you’re complaining - but god you just them wrapped around you right now, put in a headlock.
“you’re staring babe.” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck nervously under your intense gaze. his cheeks are flushed, a little shy from your intense gaze.
“sunghoon, you do this on purpose right? you just want me to go crazy right?”
“what? no baby, that’s not it at all…” he looks nervous, like a puppy who knows he's in trouble.
he’ll always choose your happiness over his.
your fingers trail up his leg, stopping at the waistband of his sweats. you tug at them.
“y/n, what’re you doing?” he mutters quickly weakly.
the gym is basically empty today anyway. you’ve only seen a total of 4 people scattered across the gym since you’ve both arrived.
you take one quick glance around the gym before making your way onto his lap. he sits up, alarmed. “seriously?” he sighs. sunghoon already had a feeling you were up to no good.
“yes seriously.” you huff. your fingers rake through his silky black locks, his hair damp from all the sweat.
you bring your lips to his, sharing a wet sloppy slow kiss. his sweaty palm comes up behind to gently hold the nape of your neck.
“mmmh..” sunghoon lets out a low noise of contentment.
you push him down gently with your small hands, and sunghoon lets you take the lead. his palm moves down from your neck to cup your ass, squeezing gently.
your hands move up his shirt, his black t-shirt rolling up, you stop as you reach his hard nipples. you bite his lip before sitting back up straight, admiring the view.
he looks so good like this. when you’re on top and he can’t ever say no to you. because he wants you just as bad as well, no matter how much he wants to be logical he just can't physically suppress the need he has for you. his hands rest idly on your soft thighs.
sunghoons pants have calmed, but are still there lingering from the kiss. he looks up at you like you’re his everything, like he’ll just let you do whatever you want to him. he always lets you use him as you please.
you’re sitting there in your cute lululemon two piece skirt set, the one sunghoon bought you when you told him you wanted to workout with him. which was a lie, you just wanted more time with him.
he lifts up your skirt, only to be blocked by the shorts the skirt comes with. sunghoon sighs dissatisfied.
you scoot up slightly from his lap to settle on his stomach, sunghoon adjusts to accommodate your position.
“you’re so pretty, y/n.”
“i know.”
he bites his lip.
you hover a bit to find the right angle, when you do, your hips begin to rock on your own. the dampness of your heat between your legs bleeds between through your panties and shorts, leaving a small but wet trail on his muscles.
sunghoon flexes his abs, his muscles hardening underneath you. you whine. it feels so good, the way it adds more friction to your pulsing cunt.
both his hands trail back up your thighs to firmly grab your ass, helping you rock back and forth against him. “fuck, y/n.. use me just like that...” he mutters.
“i wish i could see you bare like this..” sunghoon complains, looking at your shorts.
you don’t respond, he feels too good. and he’s not even inside you - yet - your'e here risking his gym membership and possibly getting the both of you banned from any other gyms in the world, but fuck it.
it’s hot, both the scene and your bodies - you’re starting to sweat, his hot body heat transferring to yours.
your eyes roll back, absolutely losing yourself. all you can see is the blinding lights of the hospital like lights of the gym, and sounds of treadmills being used.
your hips slow a bit, trying to get steady. your eyesight focuses more and you clean see more clearly.
bad news. someone’s making their way towards you guys, the figure is still far enough away that they’re still a blur, but you’re not taking any chances.
“we have to relocate sunghoon, someone’s coming this way.” you scoot off his stomach quickly, flattening your skirt.
he follows right behind you. “wait, i’ll be quick.”
he quickly wipes down the bench press and the barbell with a sanitary wipe before tossing it away quickly and interlocking his fingers with yours. he leads you through a cramped hallway, opening a door to an empty locker room.
“okay, take off your clothes y/n.”
you look around, “we’re doing it here?” you ask, looking at someone’s discarded sock on the floor.
“no no, just do it.”
you nod and hastily hurry yourself out of the tight set you had on, shoving your panties and clothes into a random locker. he wraps a towel around you, covering your parts.
you turn around to find him only with another towel wrapped loosely around his waist, one tug and his dick will spring out.
“we’re going in the shower. is that fine with you, y/n?” sunghoon asks.
you nod, wanting to deal with the ache between your thighs already. he doesn’t waste any more time, opening the door quickly to reveal a bunch of fancy showers, all lined up next to each other.
“you sure you’ll be fine doing it in here?” he asks again, wanting to make sure you’ll be comfortable.
you don’t even answer. your hand immediately flies to the towel hanging lowly on his waist, pulling it off, and tossing it to the side.
his dick stands free, precum leaking out the tip, his dick slightly swollen from how much it’s been aching. you unwrap yourself from the towel like a present, letting the towel fall.
“you’re so perfect.” sunghoons eyes wander everywhere, he doesn’t even know where to focus. he steps inside the first stall, pulling you in with him.
you hastily bend over, palms resting on the tile wall making yourself comfortable before spreading your legs before him. he doesn’t need words to know what you want. he just does.
sunghoon hovers behind you, his hand coming to lift one of your legs up, hooking his hand underneath your thigh.
he lines himself up, pushing in. “ahh.. fuck.” he moans, taking a breath - trying not to cum so fast already. he bottoms out, pushing all the way in slowly and you can feel his dick just twitching in you.
you pant, adjusting to him. you’ve done this plenty times before, when you came home after one too many drinks, wanting to have sex, when you were happy you had sex, or when you were bored you just had sex.
but everytime you’ll never get used to his size. it’s like somehow it grew bigger than the last time, except he’s always been the same length.
“can i move now?”
“mhm.”
sunghoon thrusts into you with a steady pace, not fast, but not slow either.
“y/n… ah.. you feel so good.” his fingers grip your thighs harder, your moans spill out messily like ink.
“sunghoon. harder.”
“i don’t want to hurt you..” he mutters. though his pace does speed up, and he can’t help it. not when you’re this wet and tight.
its a little uncomfortable, having sex here. worth it when you have your boyfriend fucking you so good.
“i love you so much.” sunghoons moans, leaning down to leave wet sloppy kisses on your shoulder - your moans echo loudly.
“someone’s already using a shower.” a muffled voice speaks up from a few feet away. you freeze. sunghoon's hand is already covering your mouth.
sunghoon immediately turns on the shower to drown out your noises and not to draw any suspicion. the cold water hits the both of you like a train. he turns you around, lifting you off the ground to hide your tiny feet from anyone seeing. you wrap your legs around him.
your eyes bore into his, his eyes are filled with pleasure. he stops covering your mouth, but before he can even pull away you stick his thumb in your mouth, licking and biting it. fuck it turns him on. his thrusts get rougher and sloppier, a clear sign he’s getting closer.
“fuuuuck.” he mouthes, his hips stutter slightly.
“baby, you feel so good. i can’t get enough of this…”
he thrusts and thrusts with all his strength, eyes rolling back in deep pleasure.
someone turns on the shower a few stalls down, and another one in the stall right next to you both.
your fingers reach down to pinch his pink nipple, he groans. he disconnects the shower head, setting it to the highest pressure. sunghoon places the shower head between you, aiming it right on your clit.
"mmmmp!!!" you bite your lip down hard to muffle yourself as much as you can, though it doesn't work much.
your hands fly around his neck, gripping it tightly for stabilization, choking him in the process.
it's too much, he didn't even start with a slow gentle spray, just put it to the roughest setting he could. if you weren't in the shower, you would've made such a wet mess everywhere the way how much squirt comes out of you.
he lets go of the shower head, and it falls and hits the wall with a loud thud.
he doesn’t let up - sunghoon keeps thrusting - you moan loudly, overstimulated. “shh baby, i know i know.” he reassures you, kissing you gently, a stark contrast to how rough he is with you right now.
he sets you down gently, your feet curl on the cold tile floor. sunghoon pulls out and strokes himself. it's so hot, the sight of him masturbating. it's a sight you will never get tired of.
he scoots a bit closer to coat your stomach with his white milky warm contents. he pants - reaching to grab the shower head again - already cleaning you up.
“you better buy me sushi after this.”
"i know."
“can we do it again?”
he laughs, nodding.
“let’s wash up first baby, and let's go do it somewhere more private, yeah?”
authors note ; THANKS FOR READING !! sorry i lwk got locked out of this account for a bit but i'm back. requests are still open don't be shy to send me what you wish to be written!
If there’s anything in life that Jake wants, it’s to fuck. All day, every day, it’s on his mind. He fantasizes constantly, watches porn every free chance he gets, and ultimately has grown bored of his own hand to satiate his need.
or the one where jake is inexperienced, incredibly perverted, and borderline addicted to sex but cannot, for the life of him, land a girl.
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WORDCOUNT― 13.8k
PAIRING― jake sim x afab reader
CONTENT― smut, inexperienced but pervy and dominant jake, he kind of has an addiction to jerking off, im not joking like he has a boner every twenty minutes it’s probably a medical issue but, reader is really sex positive and lets jake go absolutely insane on her
NOTE― not proof read in the way it needed to be. disclaimer: this is straight up just porn. it had a plot at one point but i deleted all of it and wrote this instead. also this is posted on my other blog [@ncteez] for mark lee. yes, i wrote it for both of them bc they both fit the shoe ok? ok.
smut tags under cut::
smut tags― jake isn’t submissive– just a loser, loads of masturbation, also loads of loads lmfao, jake’s dick is 8 inches in this one, public humiliation, dirty talk, teasing, pussy eating / face sitting, mentions of free use, unprotected sex, wayyyy way too much cum, raw grinding, attempts at deep throat, accidental face fucking, finger fucking, suffocation, riding, squirting, implications to the fact that orgasms are not the end of the fic bc they just keep going, some say they’re still fucking to this day.
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“Feels so good! Harder! Fuck m-”
Jake slams his laptop shut in an exasperated sigh. Frustrated, annoyed, fucking horny.
Always horny. To the point that nothing excites him anymore. Not his hard-on being palmed at by his own hand, not the make-shift pocket pussy he’s made out of household objects, not the porn on page one or on page seventy-three.
Honestly, even as hard as he is now, it’s arguable that he could just start punching his cock and he’d still remain in this state until something changes. And you know what sucks more than not being able to get off? Being hard so constantly that it’s just a state of living at this point.
It’s sad. He could be washing caked ketchup off of a plate and his cock would still lend a little jump. A reminder that his hand is no longer enough. A fucking threat that if he doesn’t sink into a pretty hole soon, he might as well just kill himself.
The idea doesn’t seem too bad anymore, as he lays flat on his back with his cock in hand on his messy sheets. He stares up at the ceiling with another long-winded groan, wondering why he has to have such an insatiable libido and probably twice as much stamina. If he could just get off he’d have at least a little bit of time in his day to feel normal before it takes hold of his brain again.
It’s the fact that he’s grown entirely numb to his own hand and feels like he’s going crazy because he hasn’t been able to hook-up with anyone in nearly a year. Porn is boring, he swears he’s seen just about all of the good, bad, and bizarre. Post nut clarity barely exists because there is no clarity by the time he finally gets that hard-to-reach nut. Bad luck, maybe. Awful fucking miserable luck? That’s more fitting.
For the sake of the girls in this city, perhaps it’s good that he can’t manage to land a hook-up. Surely they’d be unable to walk by the time he gets his fill, that is if he manages to get a fill at all. And it’s gotten to the point that Jake has almost entirely given up on finding a girl at all. One that’s willing to put up with his near-constant need to get his dick wet, anyway.
Almost given up.
A thought crosses his mind as he lazily palms himself with a bored sigh, knowing he’ll end up locked up in an asylum somewhere if this doesn’t stop. The voice of Jay in his head doing little to make his cock soften, which is…not something Jake is proud to admit.
“Dude, you gotta put a stop to this shit. This is your third laptop this year!” Jay had said to him. “It’s only June!”
Maybe Jay was right, and maybe Jake should have downloaded the new app that was mentioned shortly after the scolding rather than immediately going to another, even more, shady porn site. “Heard this one was really good.” Jay had advertised. “Even got Jungwon laid.”
Well, maybe it wouldn't hurt to try another app despite the immense amount of failure Jake has already faced regarding previous attempts with other platforms. After all, if it got Jungwon laid, surely it could get him laid too.
Maybe this one really is better.
And at the end of the day, Jake does download the app. After all, creating a profile is easy, finding a girl though?
We’ll see.
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
Ah. Okay. Nice.
Jake stays glued to his phone all night. He really had no hope that this app would offer him anything more than what the others did. But, oh.
The app allows specific features, most of which are not aimed towards users looking for a relationship. Dick and body sizes are out in the open, there’s sections you can fill out regarding what you’re looking for in a sexual partner, how often you’re willing to see said partner, and if you’re looking for a regular fuck or a one time fuck.
Safe to say, Jake’s profile went a little something like this:
you can call me jake, im 24. just looking for a girl either for regular visits or a one night stand that’s willing to deal with a guy who literally suffers from chronic-boner syndrome.
LOOKING FOR: Female
PREFERENCE: One Time Only, Occasional Meetups, On-call, Regular meetups, Permanent Friends-With-Benefits, Secret Meet, Virtual Meet, Audio Meet, Rebound C…[Click to see more]
PARTNER REQUIREMENTS: N/A
SIZE REFERENCE: 8 ½” hard, 4” soft, 5.6” circumference
SEXUAL INTERESTS: Vanilla, Free Use, BDSM, Begging, Breeding, Dom/Sub, Dominatrix, CBT, Role Play, Public Humiliation, Edging, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Phone Sex, Virtual Sex, Group Sex, Humiliation, Cock Play, Cum Dump, Religion, Raw, Multiple Orgasms, Androgyny, Genital Piercings, Older Women, Body Art, Wax, Anal, Financial Domina...[Click to see more]
NOT INTERESTED IN: Cuckolding, Voyeurism
OTHER: im not very experienced in most of these, i just watch a lot of porn
Embarrassing? Yeah, probably.
Looks like a lot of women are into that though if his inbox is anything to go by, anyway. With him checking the app every few minutes to find ten new messages? Yeah, they’re feeling him.
He can only imagine what the fuck Jungwon had on his profile to actually land a hook-up. Couldn’t have been any worse than his own, after all, Jake is desperate and so was Jungwon at one point.
Apparently girls like desperate guys.
Message after message, degrading comments and praise, all from either women clad in leather or sweet looking church girls who must have the app hidden deep within their phones. There’s barely anyone in between those two categories, actually.
“Hi baby boy, you looking for a sugar mama?”
“ur dick really that big? lol, what do you even mean by ‘chronic boner syndrome’?”
“you’re so desperate to get laid, might as well just doxx yourself at this point…please.”
Arguably, these women are very forward and he has a great time sifting through the ones he’s interested in. Scrolling through all of these messages….does not help his case regarding his insatiable need to fuck something either so, naturally, he’s also 100% jerking off the entire time he’s doing this.
Still, never quite able to reach the orgasm he needs by this point.
Up until there’s a message that catches his attention. No degrading, no insults, no borderline-too-kinky insinuations. Which, given, Jake probably shouldn’t have selected the majority of the kinks just to pull more girls, but he did.
And upon reading the message, he almost doesn’t know if this girl is real.
“High libido, no girls around to help you out, I take it? Rough.”
One look at her profile spikes even more interest. Her sexual interests include a list of things he wishes he didn’t fit. But he does, though he’d never admit it. Inexperienced men, losers, virgins, micro-penis, big penis, praise (receiving), body worship–
Oh.
Fuck yeah.
He responds quickly, already feeling the orgasm within him bubble up as he tries to pretend he doesn’t go on a war path of responding to everyone after you, but still. Your message box with him remains in his mind as he awaits the response to his message of “you looking to help me out?”
Every ping on his phone afterwards makes his cock twitch more, makes it dribble out little beads of pre-cum with each pass of his palm, only for him to sigh out of frustration that it’s just another person that wants to devour him whole. Which, he’ll take what he can get if his first choice never responds but still. He wants to get off to you.
He finds himself on your profile more often than anyone else’s too, looking at the same three photos you’ve posted, noting how you don’t seem super active on the app, but active enough to find him by some beautiful grace of God.
You’re kind of perfect, honestly. Fairly mundane compared to most of the women in his inbox, but cool nonetheless. He can tell you have an eye for fashion but it seems to be more geared towards your real life self rather than the secret fetish/kink app you’ve got downloaded.
And that’s the thing. Most of these women, beautiful or not, are dressed in their best sexual attire just to message a possible fuck, while during their daily lives they probably wear conservative dresses and pant suits. Which….arguably that’s kind of hot. Then again, what isn’t hot to him these days?
You though. You have normal pictures posted just like he does. Your tits aren’t out, your legs aren’t open, you don’t have a pile of sex toys behind or beside you and yet still your pictures turn him on more than those who do. Insane how his cock twitches at just these three photos, fucking insane how he grows a near instant obsessed thinking about how you…uh, deal with the losers you seem to be looking for.
Then again, maybe it’s the mystery of what’s under your clothes, or what’s in your stash of sex toys. Oh, whatever you’re hiding has got be so fucking hot. Naturally, he groans at the amount of sexuality you barely give. Thinking far, far too hard about it all, given the circumstances.
Don’t get him wrong, he can get down with the hoes. In fact, he very much wants to get down with a hoe. But man, the way you stand out because you’re somehow….boring compared to everyone else?
Please.
Fucking pretty please, let him in between those thighs.
And just as he scrolls again through your photos, that long-awaited orgasm hits him like a brick.
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
A mere two days later you find yourself in the inbox with the self-proclaimed boner-god. He’s since proven his size with photos involving different objects beside said penis, and even a video or two of his frantic hands jerking off to you.
Ah, he’s kind of perfect if you think about it. At first you thought that it was just roleplay for him or something. Where he plays a guy who can’t get enough, though he clearly probably does. It wasn’t until you were woken up at four in the morning with him spamming your inbox that you suddenly realized this dude is actually as desperate as he seems.
Normally, being spammed awake by your phone pinging consistently would bother you. But goddamn was he needing it. Just three hours before now it was mostly casual conversation with him, albeit about hooking-up, but still. The two of you agreed to determine on the following day if you were compatible enough for a meet up. He said goodnight to you, and you said it back.
Then you woke up to three dick pics, one voice note with a borderline pathetic apology (only because you could still hear him going at it), and then like fourteen messages of him trying to wake you up intentionally.
JAKE_02 sent you a message: You awake?
Dick pic #1.
JAKE_02 sent you a message: You’re so pretty, sorry lol
Dick pic #2
JAKE_02 sent you a message: Wake uppppppppppp!
JAKE_02 sent you a message: Please? :(
Dick pic #3, precum smeared across his fingers as he grips it.
JAKE_02 sent you a message: Do you already have me silenced?
JAKE_02 sent you a message: I’d let you silence me hahaha….
JAKE_02 sent you a voice memo: “Sorry about all this, I really meant it when I said I have a problem. You should probably just block me because I’m going to end up begging to see you otherwise”
Oh, he has an accent.
JAKE_02 sent you a message: your profile says you like inexperience…..well i’ve only slept with like 3 girls, is that inexperienced enough?
JAKE_02 sent you a message: do you like to tease guys like that? like edge them and stuff?
JAKE_02 sent you a message: oh damn, that’d be so hot
JAKE_02 sent you a message: do you like it when guys beg btw?
Etcetera.
And, well, apparently he just has a lot to say. It’s cute how embarrassed he must feel basically getting himself off with a one-sided sext session with you as you were sleeping. At least, you hope he’s embarrassed.
You let his messages simmer for a while, waiting to see if he sends anything else. And when he doesn’t, you respond.
YOURUSERNAME: that was cute.
It’s the way he’s instantly trying to respond that really gets you going. You chuckle first, knowing already that you’d probably help him out based on this situation alone.
YOURUSERNAME: trying to wake me up because you can’t stop touching yourself? :( poor baby.
JAKE_02: oh god please don’t say that
JAKE_02: im gonna end up awake all night trying to get it to go down again
YOURUSERNAME: that’s good to hear. so you can go for a long time then?
Yes, you’re teasing him.
JAKE_02: if you’d let me
YOURUSERNAME: you already got off tonight tho, didn’t you?
JAKE_02: i don’t think you understand just how bad it is. i’m already getting my dick out again
You lend yourself a sly chuckle after a deep yawn, knowing for a fact that you’re about to make him prove to you that he’s either still hard or really did get off only to get hard again by a mere few messages from you.
YOURUSERNAME: show me?
And he does. Similar to the other three photos, only this time he sends a short video with his shorts pushed down his thighs and his cock raging hard and pathetic against his stomach. Again, he’s big, that much is true, but the fact that such a dick is always ready to fuck? To the point he’s desperate? To the point he’s embarrassing about it?
YOURUSERNAME: how bad do you wanna bury that in me?
Oh, shit. Jake could fucking die right now. You seem so willing, which is truly what he needs at this point in his sexual sickness.
JAKE_02: i’ll come over right now.
JAKE_02: let me come over and show you
YOURUSERNAME: let’s wait a bit for that, gotta meet officially before I let you fuck me
And you do intend to make him wait, knowing for a fact that you’re not meeting this guy tonight. There’s too much danger in that. Given how desperate he actually is, you can argue that if you changed your mind upon meeting, he very well may not care. Which, that’s something you need to worry about with any person you meet on such an app, but still.
Public meeting first.
Always.
JAKE_02: right, right, that makes sense.
JAKE_02: so can i see your pussy then
You stifle a laugh as if the man can hear you, he’d probably like that though. But yeah, no. As much as you know he’d enjoy that, it’s best to let him experience it for the first time in real life if all of this goes well. So, you settle with tits.
Meaning, he has to settle with them too.
And the photo is all but enough for Jake. The ping of his phone was far too exciting with the flash of the image sinking into his eyes. Sure, he wanted to see your hole open for him, he wanted to see your pretty hands spreading your lips for the picture, he wanted to see what he might get to fuck into someday– but…
This is good enough for him, honestly. Seeing your tits alone is hot enough, but it’s the fact that you only barely let him see. The plush skin of your lower breasts are peeking from under the shirt you're wearing, one nipple barely out, the other completely hidden.
He moans out at it, holding his cock tight and painfully as he glares into the screen of his phone. God, he can almost taste it.
JAKE_02: thats so hot…but….
JAKE_02: pussy….
JAKE_02: please show me your pussy
Another chuckle at how desperate he really is. You lower your phone just a bit, not at all intending to show him all of it but you do lend a panty shot with your legs spread. He’ll live with it, he doesn’t have a choice.
And he does live with it because he cums almost instantly upon seeing just your thighs open. He wouldn’t have been able to hit climax so quickly had you already had this photo posted for all to see. It’s the fact that you sent it to him in the dms. It’s the fact that you presumably just took it for him. It’s the fact that he can almost see the outline of your folds, and the lines of your pussy that deserves to fucked open.
When he doesn’t respond immediately, you know it was enough for him. Already you’re preparing to roll back over and get some more sleep, but your phone dings again.
JAKE_02: tht was hot lol….um
JAKE_02: can u come to the mall tomorrow? i work at [redacted store name], u can come see that im actually very normal if u want
You stop for a second through another yawn, thinking long and hard about it. You shrug to yourself because tomorrow is a saturday and there’s plenty of public spaces to meet him in. And despite how fun it could be to tease him for weeks on end before officially meeting him, you, yourself, have been in a dry-spell lately.
And he fits your interests perfectly. In other words, yeah, you could fuck.
YOURUSERNAME: you sure you’re not gonna take me in the back and fuck me on the spot?
JAKE_02: ….would u want me to?
YOURUSERNAME: no, i wanna bring you home if i think you could make me feel good
JAKE_02: hahah damn
JAKE_02: so you’ll come see me?
YOURUSERNAME: yeah, i’ll come see you
JAKE_02: ok cool :)
And then it’s silent for a long while. In fact, you’re nearly asleep again when your phone pings one last time. All you need to see is the notification to know that meeting Jake is gonna be fun.
JAKE_02 sent you a message: for the record…i definitely will fuck you good
Sounds promising.
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You knew he was cute but holy shit, he’s like, cute cute.
Fucking handsome and charmingly cute.
Perhaps even, hot.
You stand from around a shelf to check him out. That same accent you’ve heard previously rings loud and clear in your head, and his hair is definitely a stylistic mess, the type of hair you can imagine grabbing and tugging to guide a tongue between your legs. His eyes are pretty and piercing yet equally as filled with some sort of wonder. His hands, his body.
Oh wow.
On any other day, you’d think he’s just some poser emo-guy working a shitty retail job so he can buy his first guitar and play it totally out of tune. But on this day, you’re aware that this is a man with a need that you very much wouldn’t mind satisfying.
Seeing him go about his work tasks behind the counter is another thing. Checking customers out both through the register and with his eyes when they walk away. You know he isn’t aware that you’ve actually shown up, and it feels nice to watch him in his element before he attempts to play himself up as a totally normal, cool dude. Especially now that you can see him secretly be a pervert on the clock.
Customer after customer, he smiles at them when he hands them their items, he offers small talk and little chuckles that ring in your ears, and every single time one of the pretty ones walks away, his head turns to watch them leave for a few seconds too long.
Anyone can tell he needs it if they watch him for long enough.
You’re not sure why this guy is getting to you the way he is, but there’s just something about the way that he carries himself in public that turns you on. You already know for a fact that he’s a horny motherfucker. You know that behind those charming smiles and laughs, he’s got a neglected cock needing to be used.
No one else in this store is aware of it. You’re the only person here who knows he was spamming a stranger last night with dick pics and begging to see her pussy.
It’s hot.
And when you approach, Jake nearly doesn’t even know it’s you at first.
“Hi, did you find everything you–” Jake stops mid sentence. “Oh, fuck. You’re here.” He adds, trying to primp his hair into a spot that may look a little better than it did already.
You watch as he studies you for the first time, nervously darting his tongue out and against his bottom lip just for a split second before shifting his eyes behind you, and then turning to look around to see if anyone is within ear shot.
No one is paying attention to either of you, and no one is going to hear what you’re about to say to him. Good.
“Do you wanna see my pussy?”
It’s a joke, mostly. Kinda.
You chuckle at his stunned reaction. His hands move to the counter as he clutches it and continuously looks around to make sure no one just heard those lewd ass words from a girl so goddamn hot. Like, oh god, it’s you. You really showed up to see him and already he’s not acting normal.
No, no. You’re the one acting out of pocket, not him.
“I’m–” He tries to start, but his voice cracks in a very, very, embarrassing way. You hear him clear his throat before continuing. “I’m supposed to be showing you that I’m normal.”
You tilt your head at him playfully, leaning against the counter and pushing your tits together with your arms. You wore this shirt here for a reason, and boy are you glad you did. You watch his eyes go straight to your chest and stay there.
“Public Humiliation.” You echo one of his sexual interests to him from his app profile. “Dirty talk.”
Jake swallows around his words in stunned silence, feeling his cock wake up immediately. Fuck, this is the only place he finds peace of mind from…that. Yet here you are, with that soft and pretty voice reminding him of everything he wants but hasn’t been able to have. Standing there like you know he can’t bend you over right now and make you stop talking.
“Eight and a half inches hard.” You continue, leaning in even closer and moving your hand to the collar of your shirt. Tugging down just a little bit. “Five point six inch circumference.”
Jake squeezes his eyes shut as he leans back with a sigh, pressing his hips against the counter for some sort of relief. To think the “boring” girl on the app wouldn’t be like this? God, he knew there had to be a catch considering you were on that app to find him in the first place.
“Please–” He groans as his ears redden, lazily opening his eyes to look at your tits again. “Please don’t do this to me.”
“I can imagine you’d fit it in me just right, wouldn’t you Jake?” You continue briefly, noting the bulge he blatantly presses against the counter. “Can you say ‘please’ again? It’s kinda hot.”
“Please–” Jake blatantly groans now, his voice sounding hoarse and low. As much as he wants you to keep going, he’s at fucking work. He can’t be doing this.
“Okay!” You gleefully agree as you switch up like you didn’t just fuck him up, lending him a bright and innocent smile as you lean back and away from him. “So you don’t want to see my pussy then?”
His relieved face falls right back into that of pained frustration as he narrows his eyes at you.
“Right now?” He asks curiously, nodding his head without realizing it. Sure, he’s at work but like….your pussy is also at his work place right now.
“Yeah! Can you show me to the fitting room, actually?” You ask, louder this time in case anyone has moved around within ear-shot by now. Can’t make him lose his job, or whatever.
Jake swallows thickly with a nod, his eyes still narrowed at you but his mind racing a mile a minute at the fact that you’re really here right now, and this is what you’re doing to him? Enjoying his pain? Enjoying his suffering? Making it worse?
Five minutes ago he was perfectly fine. You’re using his need against him and god, he loves it. Yeah, maybe he will take you to the back and try to fuck you at this point. Even if you said that you wouldn’t let him…what the fuck is this then?
Really, he expected you to show up with an awkward hello and irritating small talk. He wanted to show you that he’s not always thinking about sex. Except he is, and it seems you want him to. You want him to think about fucking you.
You really just walked into this establishment and asked him if he wants to see your pussy.
Of course he wants to see it. You already fucking know that. He wants to fuck it too, like, right now.
And as he walks you to the fitting room, he has to try his damndest to adjust his growing cock. He nods to each customer as he walks by them, hands repeatedly going back to his lap to hide what he’s packing.
“Here it is.” Jake says in an unfocused voice, nearly staring a hole through you. “Now show me.”
You dip your head in a smile, heading for the room and opening the curtain. Cheap ass store, really, most places have actual doors, but whatever.
It’s easy to step inside and leave the curtain skewed a bit, knowing that Jake is hovering around the room, knowing that it’s probably protocol that an employee assist this space when it’s in use to prevent stealing and to prevent others from walking in on naked customers.
You like the way you see him take peeks, trying to be discreet. You like the way he keeps his hands in front of his lap, hiding that you’ve definitely made him a mess of him already. You love the way he whispers a curse to himself when you sit against the bench in this small room and spread your legs wide open.
You bet he loves the skirt you’re wearing for him today too. Though this wasn’t exactly planned or anything, you didn’t expect to be this turned on upon seeing him act as desperate as he sounds. You wore this shirt so he can look, and the skirt too…but looking this much wasn’t in your mind originally.
He’s hot though. The way he needs it is hot.
“Hurry up.” He groans, trying to make it seem like he’s frustrated but you know it’s just because he’s anxiously horny.
And, well, you’re not actually gonna show him your pussy, but at this point you feel bad because he seems really stiff right now, almost robotic in the way he likely feels uncomfortably aroused in his least favorite place.
“Jake,” You whisper-chuckle. “If you wanna see it, you’re gonna have to come in here and take my panties off of me.”
You hear him sigh, and see his eyes flick back to you through the small open space in the curtain.
“You’re insane. I can’t come in there, I’ll lose my job.” He argues with a hushed tone, eyes fixated on the very panties he wishes he could remove.
Even against his protests though, he reaches an arm in as he looks away. As if on extreme watch of other customers and employees roaming around. Probably pretending to grab a garment that doesn’t work for you, probably just doing normal, good-employee things.
And, well, it’s pathetic really, the way he hopes for more. The way you offer more knowing he can’t get exactly what he wants. You actually feel a bit bad for doing this, especially because it wasn’t entirely in the plan.
You really were just coming to meet him. It’s not your fault that watching him work turned you on solely because you know what he needs. So, you stand and walk towards the curtain, grabbing his arm and holding it in place.
“Well–” You start, pressing yourself against the backside of his fingers, feeling him move his hand slightly against your clit. “Touch it then.”
He goes entirely silent but you feel the way he fumbles his hand, immediately grabbing your panties and moving them to the side just to really feel. And you let him, finding it somehow cuter in the way he doesn’t even ask. He does it like he needs to, like it’s instinctual to touch it. He feels for a second or two, probably closer to about five seconds before you step back. Really, it’s enough for him to know you’re wet, enough for him to suffer, enough for him to want more.
Jake’s brain is on fire at it. Touching it before getting to see it? Goddamn, you’re so fucking mean.
And it’s silent for a few more moments after that as Jake keeps his hand in place, seemingly searching for a pussy just out of reach when you slide the fabric down your legs and place them directly into his hand.
“When do you get off work?” You ask slyly now, ripping the curtain open and moving his hand for him, forcing him to shove your panties in his pocket.
“Uh–” He stutters, swallowing again around his words before clearing his throat of the moan he really needs to let out right now. “Seven– I get off at seven.”
You nod with a smile, leaning in real close before patting his pocket.
“I’ll text you my address.”
And you leave without sparing him another glance, knowing that by the time his shift is over, he’ll probably pounce the second you open your door for him.
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
Jake suffers through the rest of his shift aggressively trying not to suck on his fingers. Fuck, he wants to taste you so bad, but to go as low as sucking the remnants for several hours just to hold him over? Truly, he’s at his wits end.
Mostly because he absolutely does suck his fingers any chance he gets. Tapping his lips with them as he sees a customer off, licking against them discreetly, trying to make it look normal for him to have his fingers in his mouth so consistently.
It’s not doing anything to hold him over though.
He keeps glancing at the clock, and then at the message that reads your address. Just one more hour and he can leave. Just one more hour and he can bury his cock so deep into you that you’d never think twice about letting him do it again, and again, and again.
Oh god, really, he feels like he’s going insane as he checks out customer after customer. Every word they say somehow reminds him that he’s about to finally get laid again.
“Can you wrap this up for me?” One customer said to him, nodding to a set of candles.
Jake wishes you’d wrap him up in that pussy.
“Do you have this in a bigger size?” Another customer had said to him as they held up a plush sweater.
Jake doesn’t think you’d ever need a dick bigger than his. He’ll fill you up just right.
“69.99?!” One customer argues. “The sign said it was 30% off!”
Jake would sixty nine you all night long if you asked. He bets you taste sweet, you probably get really wet too.
And by the end of the night, rain pounding on the roof, his last customer unfortunately has to hear a low groan leave his throat at their comments. He’s very quick to cover it with a cough.
“Sorry for coming in right before you close, the rain is bad tonight and I forgot my umbrella, thank god you guys sell them! I didn’t mean to drip all over the floor like this, I hope you don’t have to stay late cleaning up my mess!”
“I didn’t mean to drip all over your floor like this” Replays in his head, over and over again. God, he’d make you drip. He hopes you drip all over the floor for him. He’d get on his knees and lick it right up, god.
He needs to leave. Right now.
“S’all good,” Jake shakes his head after the initial moan and cough cover, trying to remain casual. “It’s my job to clean it up, after all.” He smiles, his brain stuck on the feeling of how wet you were when he touched you. Shiiiit. “Have a good night, stay dry!”
And finally, Jake can close out his register and lock the doors. That, he does. Performing his end-of-night tasks at lightning speed with a cock throbbing so bad that he worries he might have to get off in his car before making it to your apartment. He genuinely needs to get off, especially knowing these pretty panties are in his pocket ready to be soaked in his cum.
He doesn’t though, no. He holds off, thrusting his hips up and against the inseam of his pants with every passing second as he drives. He’s practically writhing by the time he gets to your place. Honestly, he moans with each movement because he’s sensitive. It’s so, so fucking sensitive. Everything feels good, he could genuinely cum the second you open your door if he’s not careful.
Careful isn’t something Jake can be at this moment though, not when he lands a single knock at your door and you’re immediately opening it, looking at him with that same fucking evil smile you gave to him while he was at work.
He looks at you and instantly lets out a frustrated moan before stepping in without another word. You feel his hands grab you much harsher than you originally thought he would, but you let him as you laugh out in a nervous chuckle.
“Hello to you too.” You pat him on the back as his arms wrap around your middle. You hear him kick back against your door, slamming it shut before his lips hit your neck.
He isn’t talking but goddamn you can hear what he needs to say through the way he presses his lips against you. He’s rough with it, kissing all across your exposed skin before slipping his hand right between your legs from the back as if he doesn’t have to chase anymore.
You were going to jerk your hips back to make him chase, but his grip is too tight and he’s nearly lifting you off the floor entirely to get a feel. You were going to force him to look at you and the outfit you changed into for him, but again, he’s not having it, it seems. He moans when he moves his lips up and against yours, hot breath desperate and needy as he finally speaks.
“Did it turn you on to torture me like that?” He nearly growls against your lips. “Got me so fucking hard.”
You’re genuinely surprised with how he’s acting and talking. Then again, he’s desperate, that much is obvious if that monster bulge rubbing against your leg is anything to go by. Perhaps he may be desperate, but you guess that doesn’t always mean someone will end up submissive as a side effect.
“It did.” You smile against his lips, pushing yourself forward to try and plant your feet back on the ground, chasing the ability to gain control over him. “Did you like that?”
Jake nods before shaking his head, allowing you to push forward, loving the way your hands reach for him and run through his hair before tugging. He did like what you did, but it doesn’t change the fact that it was fucking torture to stand there at work like he wasn’t losing his mind.
“I’d like it more if we skip all the bullshit,” He starts, hand still attempting to reach the spot between your legs and lips landing at the corner of your mouth. “Could go all night.”
You nod to him, gripping his shirt and pulling him back to your living room couch and spinning him around, only to shove him back.
“Is that a promise?” You ask, looking at the lazy way he spreads his own legs and rests his head against your couch cushions, eyes staring straight at you and cock twitching in his pants. “You gonna fuck me all night?”
“Yeah–” He breathes as if he’s in disbelief, hand reaching between his legs just to grab himself and squeeze as his eyes trail your body. “You have no idea how bad I need this.”
“Show me then,” You nod your head to his length that’s hidden under his pants. “Let me watch you first.”
Jake groans, rolling his eyes back both out of frustration and arousal, but he does as you say. His palm feels better with you watching, at least. He doesn’t feel so numb to the pleasure with you promising your body to him, at least. He doesn’t mind proving his size to you by shoving his pants down to his thighs and presenting said neglected cock to you either.
It’s heavy, dark in color due to the blood that’s likely rushing throughout every inch of it. He feels sensitive to even the air in your living room as he twitches and aches to hear you talk again, to see you in front of him watching how he pleasures himself, wishing his hand is yours.
“You wanna watch?” He says in a low-rumbled voice, tracing his fingers along the head of his cock and seething out a breath through his now, bitten bottom lip. “Wanna know how tight I want you to feel?” He asks now, bold and in the heat of the moment. You watch him when he squeezes the base of his cock tightly, you can almost feel yourself choke at that alone.
“How wet you need to be to take it?” He continues, dragging his hand back and licking his palm before spitting into it.
The wetness against his hand is horrifyingly pornographic. So wet when he reaches back down to his length, allowing you to hear it squelch and slip with ease. His breath is hitched while he does it too, which nearly has you seeing him in tunnel vision.
“Yeah…” You tune into him entirely, swallowing around the lump in your throat and feeling yourself drip already. “I can’t imagine how good–” You cut yourself short to moan at the way his other hand holds his pants down while he jerks his hand up faster and faster. “Oh god, you’re–”
“Wanna see how fast I can cum just looking at you?” He continues, hand only moving faster and faster as his grip tightens more, shamelessly grunting proudly over how he could probably cum now if he wanted to. “I told you, I can go all night.”
You pause, because goddamn. You thought he would be embarrassing, pathetic, needy. You thought he would beg, plead, and cry. But…you feel like you’re the one who needs to do that. God, you’ve never seen a man so desperate to fuck yet be so powerful about it. As if he’s in your face whispering, “You’re gonna let me fuck you, right? You’re gonna love it too, right? You’re gonna let me use you to take care of this little problem of mine, right? It’s what you want, right?”
If he were to say those things to you right now, you’d nod without a doubt. But…he doesn’t. He simply looks at you now, heaving out broken moans that sound too sexy to be considered pathetic. His hips chase each movement of his hand and goddamn does he fuck his fist hard.
Your mind is spinning watching him, knowing that he’s probably going to fuck you twice as hard as he fucks himself. And it’s not surprising to you at least that you can feel your own clit swell and throb for touch too. You easily move your hand between your legs, standing right there in front of him, toying with yourself as if you don’t have the power to ask him to do it for you.
“Ah, fuck–” Jake groans, thrusting his hips up into his hand one last time before strings of his cum make a mess on his shirt. And it seems to go on forever too, spurt after spurt of it pumping out of him alongside his pretty moans and open-mouthed expression. You can feel your body react to him more than it ever has for anyone else, especially in the way….
“God–” You moan yourself now, watching him spread his legs and slouch more against your couch with a relieved sigh from his messy orgasm. But…his cock doesn’t soften. No, it stays stiff and heavy against his stomach, twitching and dribbling more and more of his cum out in little beads.
The proof of his issue is right here, he really can and probably will go all night. And you say nothing else to him after that. In fact, he wouldn’t be able to answer you if you did say something simply because you find yourself stepping up onto your own couch, resting your knees against the back of it, and gripping his hair.
Jake lets out a half-moan-half-hum, as expected, when he feels your hand drag his face under your skirt. You didn’t have to do that, but goddamn does he fucking love it. He loves how he can feel your knees buckle and force you to balance on the couch, loves how your cunt is just as needy as he feels, fucking adores the way you drip all over his tongue when he pushes your panties to the side and starts licking you up.
It’s the fact that he didn’t even have to ask you to put it in his face. The slight taste against his fingers all night at work is nothing compared to the way you drown him now. He needs to do this for you. Hell, he needs to do this for himself.
“Jesus,” You breathe, rolling your hips on his mouth. He’s truly eating you like his life depends on it. You can hear his muffled hums at the taste, you can feel his shoulder shake as he starts jerking off again, you can feel the way his tongue goes deeper and deeper, licking each clench of your walls, only to pull back and suck the wet from your panties in a deep breath.
He coos at it too, as if he’s in love with the moment, as if he truly can’t believe he’s finally got a pussy to lick. And he swallows each mouth full of your slick before muttering curses and promises against your swollen little bud.
“Please,” He moans, nipping and licking against you. “Been so long since I’ve eaten pussy, rub it on me- fuck-” he continues to babble, heat-of-the-moment-talk coming out as far more arousing than cringe if you listen hard through your ringing ears. “Come on,” He continues, now neglecting his own cock and gripping your ass with both hands, shoving you back and forth on his face in painfully slow and harsh grinds. “Come on, harder.”
As if you can function at all right now with how rough he is about trying to pleasure you? Fucking hell, the words ignite something in you as you pull back and away from him. For a split second, you see his blown out pupils and fucked up hair as he licks his lips and presents that shining lower-half of his face to you.
You don’t look for long though, no. Because you’re too busy pushing him to the side and forcing him to lay back on the couch instead. You resume your position afterwards, straddling the couch on either side of his head with your knees and planting your pulsing cunt right on his eager tongue.
“You’re too hot,” You moan, feeling his hands go straight back to your ass to force more of those harsh grinds against him. “If you could see yourself right now–” Your eyes roll back in pleasure as you feel his moaned out chuckle hit you right in the clit. It’s like he knows he makes you feel good, but does he really?
Does he truly understand how fucking good at this he is?
“God, if you could feel how good your tongue is–” You continue, now losing yourself in the heat of the moment, feeling his fingers nearly bruise your ass with the death-grip he has on you.
He nods his head in what little space he has as he spirals into heaven behind his eyes. The smell of you suffocates him, the taste of you drowns him, the weight of you is nothing short of sexy as hell. This is all he could ever want. A pretty girl using and abusing his face, much like he wants to do to you. But oh, there’s so, so much he wants to do after so long of having no one but himself.
Eat you out, finger fuck you, slide his cock down that pretty little moaning throat of yours, grip that hair and kiss those tits. God, he wants to do everything right now but he can’t bear to push this perfect clit off of his lips. He cannot fathom losing the taste of you and the way you clench around the tip of his tongue.
Oh fuck.
“Ahh- '' Jake moans open-mouthed against your clit as his brain hits a wall, his cock standing stiff from behind you as he spills out against himself again. Untouched completely, he cums without any effort where as previously it took him hours just to get off because he’d grown so fucking bored of everything.
You’ve ignited him. His drive is higher than it’s ever been after being neglected for so long. God, he wants to fuck you so full that you can’t bear to leave him.
“Fuck–” He continues, trying to lend licks between his jerking body to keep your arousal peaked. “See how bad I need it?”
He finally manages to pull back, feeling you lift from his face just for a moment after noting the way his entire body is shaking. He’s not having it though, as he cranes his neck in chase of your dripping hole once more.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He adds now, enveloping his lips around your clit again and using both hands to force you right back down on his face.
There, you feel the way he almost passionately makes out with your pussy. As if he’s thanking you for a second orgasm within the past ten minutes. As if he truly can’t stop wanting to fuck something, someone, anything at all.
Goddamn, what a fucking deal. All hail the hook-up app that brought this insatiable sex beast to your apartment.
“Jake–” You start, grinding down for him and feeling his hands now move to rub up and down your back. “Keep your tongue in me.” You choke out, gripping his hair to hold his face in place as you sit his tongue inside of you, short and jerky thrusts forward to bump your clit against his nose.
He’s gotten off twice now, it’s your turn.
And you watch as he drops his arms from you and grips your outer legs through it, letting you use his face until he can’t breathe. Both of you are seeing stars through it, your orgasm bubbling up so quickly that you can barely warn him when your hips halt in a stiffened clench and he’s finishing the job for you.
Your legs squeeze around his head, your fingers pull his hair, and still he manages to find the space to tilt his chin up just to tongue-fuck you deeper, just to rub his nose harshly against your clit, up until he feels your quivering pussy spill all over his chin, down his throat, stealing any breath or moan he could possibly give right now.
You’re out of breath by the time you finally slide off of his face, your hands immediately shooting to both of his cheeks as your sensitive clit drags down his stomach for the easy position change. You wince when you lick against his lips at the sensitivity, being sure to seat yourself right against his cock.
“Hah–” Jake lends a breathy laugh against the way you lick his lips, his hands going right back to your ass and landing a sharp slap to it. “Couldn’t even get our clothes off first.”
You take a second to pull back and look at him, noting the redness against his cheeks and nose, likely from your panties consistently getting in his way and then you chuckle back at him. You’re thankful for the short break the two of you seem to be taking at the moment. Still, you lift up from him just to remove your shirt, exposing your tits in an instant solely because you didn’t wear a bra for this exact purpose.
He’s still hard, despite two orgasms. You feel him rubbing it against you every few seconds, right up against your saliva and cum-soaked panties which, mind you, are insanely uncomfortable right now. It feels as if they’re slicing through your thigh with the force of how Jake managed to keep them shoved out of his way.
“Just lay back,” You smile at him, allowing him a longer rest for now as you take it upon yourself to remove the barriers. “Let me take care of you now.”
Jake has hearts in his eyes as he watches you. Normally, a girl would already be falling asleep after all that, leaving him with not enough orgasms and no actual fucking. It’s not his fault he could do foreplay for upwards of three to four hours before going for the finale. Which, arguably, can and will last several hours longer.
Still, you appear to not be finished either, with your breathless smile and gentle hands. He bites his bottom lip through a smirk as he watches you, tits on full display to keep him satiated for now as you move around on the couch to get his pants off of him. He helps a bit with a little kick, his cock still so sensitive and pathetically weeping for more. He feels lucky to have found you, almost baffled that he may have met his match.
You lend several glances at his cock, not quite realizing the way he’s blinking at you right now. To be fair, it’s only natural to have your attention on that thing right now. You swallow around your nervousness regarding the size but equally want him to fuck you senseless with it. You already feel entirely fucked out, but…that. Oh, that could change your life, probably. You can imagine he won’t be as gentle as you expected before all of this too. Would probably shove it in all in one go and lose his mind at the feeling.
He’s probably going to split you open and make it feel good for you too. Somehow.
Anyway, enough of that. You’ve still got to get his shirt off, your uncomfortable skirt and panties too.
You make quick work of it, as you stand to your feet and expose yourself entirely to him. Jake just watches, humming and moaning at each new expanse of skin you show to him. He keeps his hands to himself though, likely so used to feeling of them that they’d bring no pleasure at this moment if he were to jerk off to you doing this. And you just…look right back at him.
“Come on,” You smile at him again, lending your hand out for him to grab. “Bedroom will be more comfortable.”
Right. Bedrooms exist.
Jake follows, cock heavy and sensitive against his thigh with each step as he tries to get up close behind you. His eyes stay on your ass as you walk in front of him, and it’s not hard for him to keep his hands on it. In fact, he’s touching you as often as he can, trying to remind himself that he’s with someone right now who actually wants him.
You seem to be willing to let him do what he needs tonight, and hopefully it won’t be the only time.
You feel him on you, clinging so closely, hands constantly groping, lips always trying to reach the back of your neck and shoulders, to the point it’s actually difficult to get to your bedroom because you want nothing more than to turn around and shove him against the wall, all to try and take him into your mouth just to see if you can.
He doesn’t really let you think about that for too long though, because the second you get to your bedroom, he’s grabbing you from behind and lifting you in his strong arms. You writhe in his grasp with playful giggles, feeling the strong hold he has on you, keeping you in place against him as he stumbles forward with a deep inhale into your neck.
He’s quick to make his way to your bed, dropping you onto it, flipping you over onto your back, and immediately slotting himself between your legs. He hovers over you for a minute, looking directly into your eyes as his hair falls forward.
Somehow, you’re more focused on his face than you are of his cock that he’s sliding up and down your core right now. You reach up to his hair, brushing it out of his face and feeling the sticky sweat at his scalp.
“Could eat you out again.” Jake mentions, hips thrusting against you but eyes calm and level with yours. “Could lock me up in here and just use me all day if you want.” He continues, partially being serious about it, but treating it as if it’s some kinky joke instead.
Because let’s be honest. If there’s any job Jake could do better than anyone else, it’s be a woman’s fuck toy. Always ready to go, always stiff and horny, always willing to please.
“Could slide in right now and let you feel how hard I am.” His voice gets breathier as he talks, and you can tell he’s just imagining everything he wants to do. He probably worries he’ll have to go home at some point tonight only to resume his search for potential fucks to keep his need satiated.
He probably thinks he’s going to exhaust you.
“Could let you do all of that and more.” You respond, lifting your hips just slightly to press his cock between your bodies, throwing your legs around his waist simultaneously with the way you wrap your arms around his neck. “You want me to lock you up in here?”
Jake nods with a sigh, squeezing his eyes shut as if he can imagine it.
“Do you work tomorrow?”
He shakes his head with another sigh, focusing on the way you keep humping up against his length, sliding yourself in whatever way you can against him.
“Maybe I’ll just have to do that then.”
Oh, damn.
The heart eyes are back. The very thought of being in this room all night and all day tomorrow drives his cock to pulse and twitch. Foreplay can come whenever, fucking can come whenever, he can cum whenever. There’s no need for a to-do list. No need for a specific structure of rules on how this needs to happen. Foreplay, sex, sleep. Not with Jake.
Sex. foreplay. sex. foreplay. for hours. He’ll keep you up all night if he can, fucking and sucking every part of you, into the morning hours straight into tomorrow night.
Free use with you from now until you’re tired of him. You can do anything you want to him but for now…
“Yeah?” Jake breathes out in excitement, arching his back slightly to let his cock land against your hole, and then he pushes forward slowly. The bulbous head spreads your lips and stretches out your slick pussy with ease as he continues to speak. “Feel that?”
Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation, fingernails already digging into his shoulders at the anticipation as your legs loosen around him. He continues to push forward, inch by inch, painfully slow as if he wants you to feel the burn and stretch even while being as wet as you are.
“Ah–” He confirms for himself as he watches your face, wincing, mouth falling open. “Yeah, you feel it.”
God, yeah. You do. You feel the weight of his size inside of you, stretching you open so good he probably wouldn’t even have to move for it to hurt. But he does move, he does continue to slide in, savoring every second of your walls quivering and suffocating his cock.
“Goddamn,” He groans, lifting up on both arms and bracing himself as he looks down, only to find he’s only slid half of his dick into you, and already you’re about as breathless as he is. “Didn’t realize how tight you’d actually be–”
He chokes when he says it, sliding out little by little before fucking back in, pushing just a bit more into you.
“S’okay.” You try to reassure him, but it’s more for you than it is for him. You really didn’t think a cock could feel so big that it actually hurts, yet, here you are. “I’m adjusting.”
Jake moans at your broken voice, no longer holding himself back to look at your pussy grip him when he pulls out slightly. He looks at your face instead, witnessing how you take all of it in one solid movement from him. All of it, until he can feel his pelvis rest against your clit and your entire body stiffens in a tight hug around his body.
“Mhm,” He leans back down now, humming against your cheek as he tries to control the urge to fuck. “Taking all of it, aren’t you?”
With those words, he slides out slightly before pushing back in again, trying to force your pussy to relax so that he can stop holding his breath. One hand finds its way to your leg to hold onto, the other holding himself up beside your head, and he just…watches.
Little by little, he thrusts. Plunging into you in short-tight snaps of his hips just to watch your tits jiggle with the movements, up until he really, really can’t hold back anymore.
You feel his cock leave you almost entirely, only to slam right back in and cause your vision to go white with a pang of pleasure. Your loud yelp pairs well with his relieved sigh of a grunt, and it appears that this is what breaks him entirely.
That single, full thrust, lets him fall forward and nuzzle his nose against your neck and his body just goes. Instinctually chasing the deepest parts inside of you, hitting your cervix with each thrust only to drag back and make your toes go numb at the way your g-spot feels entirely too sensitive with this alone.
And god, Jake loves the way you cling through it. The way you moan each time he bottoms out, the way your nails cut into his back and the way your legs continuously fail to stay wrapped around him. He…
Oh no.
“I can go all night–” He breathes out through his relentless thrusts, almost as if he’s pleading with you. “I swear, I’m not done–” He continues to cut off his own words with choked moans as he pulls back and leans up, frantically forgetting to apologize over the fact that he’s already about to cum again.
And you feel him try to slide out, that face he made twice before already alerting you that he really must have so much to pump out of himself at this point. You don’t mind if he’s about to hit a third orgasm, in fact, you’re glad.
Your legs hold him in place as he fights to pull out, his eyes snapping to you in realization after the second time he tries.
“No fucking way, you– you want it?” His eyebrows fall into that of a relieved release as he, too, falls right back down against your chest and lets his hips fuck freely.
He’s not controlling it at this point. You feel him stretch you open more through his orgasm, rolling his hips but not pulling out even in the slightest now. Moving back and forth, as if trying to stuff you impossibly full while he releases those thick ropes of cum. It…feels so good even with the way the base of his cock continues to swirl and loosen you up in a painful stretch that almost feels like he’s ripping you open. Still, the pain is gone as he shakes on top of you, in fact, you feel your clit throb at the feeling of how big he is, of how hard he manages to stay.
He didn’t even fuck you that roughly before this, but it feels like you’re already ruined. Ruined enough to want more. Enough to need more.
“Bet that feels good,” You chuckle against his hair, feeling each pulse of him and loving the way he pants against your ear. “Not having to pull out, knowing you can fuck me for as long as you want.”
That only pushes his orgasm to hit harder. He thought he was nearing the end of it, but instead, his body goes into overdrive as more pulses of cum shoot out of him at your words. There’s so…so much of it he can give you. And if this is what you want, he’s the perfect man to do it for you.
“Don’t say that, oh god–” Jake mumbles through the end of his orgasm, keeping himself tucked nice and deep into you as he releases his body weight and makes you feel slightly suffocated under him. “Please.”
Well, he minds his manners well enough, you shrug under him, clenching around his length unintentionally and reminding him that you genuinely can go all night, just like him.
Reminding him that maybe you really will just lock him up in this room all tonight, all tomorrow. He seems into the idea anyway, right? Both of you just free-use sex dolls for the time being…Hell yeah.
And as Jake catches his breath, he finally lifts up, pulling you with him, and sits you directly on his lap now.
“Keep going then, don’t let it get soft.” He nearly whimpers, solely due to the sensitivity his cock is now offering and the fact that after that third orgasm, he truly is gaining the ability to go flaccid between orgasms.
And you follow his direction, though not entirely how he wanted you to. Instead of rolling your hips, you slip him right out of you and sink your face down between his legs, loving the way his cum spills out of you all the while. You don’t even say anything, not that you’d need to. He watches you, a smirk forming on his lips as he raises an arm and throws it over his eyes.
“Shit, You’re so my type.” He groans out of the sexual frustration that still bubbles within him. You look so good down there with his cock just inches from your mouth. God, no woman has been able to go down on him for too long despite really fucking wishing they would.
His hips always lose control, they don’t like face fucking, he’s too big to fit, they’re gagging too much, their jaw is hurting. What the fuck ever. Look at you, blinking up at him like you want nothing more in the world than to take it all down your throat. Ah, fuck, if you did that…
His hips buck up on instinct, forcing you to hold him down with your arms as you lick your lips.
“You really live up to your promise, you know that?” You smile with warmed cheeks as you speak, blowing air gently against the head of his cock. It’s softened up a little, but it’s no longer going flaccid. You’re sure that the second you work it into your mouth, he’s going to be blocking your airways.
Good.
“You say that like I’m not overwhelming you with all of this,” He chuckles as he moves his arm from his face and down to yours. “Most girls would have already sent me home.”
You circle your lips around the bulbous head, tasting the remnants of both you and him as you gently suckle before popping off and licking your lips.
“Well, Jake–” You look back down and lend his cock a little kiss. “I’m not most girls. Besides, most guys get their nut and leave me hanging. You’ve gotten, what? Three orgasms by now? And you’re still in my bed? Wanting me to lock you up tomorrow too? What a fucking win.”
Jake rolls his eyes because you don’t even know the fucking half of it. If he were a normal guy, he probably would have done the same thing. Maybe not to you, but to others? Yeah. The thing is, he’s not like most guys. And you’re right in saying you’re not like most girls either, considering…your sex drive appears to be just as insatiable as his.
“Fuck, let me eat you out again–” Jake groans now, needing to pleasure you again, aroused by the fact that he’s basically met a female version of himself. Even if he’s just exaggerating and making himself believe such a woman could exist close enough to him. “Let me– Ahh…”
You cut off his words, dragging a loud and sensual moan from him as you sink down. Mostly to shut him up, mostly so you can return the favor for him from earlier before letting him have another lick of you. After all, you truly do appreciate him for all of this.
“Mmf–” You mumble unintentionally, feeling each inch of his length that you swallow up pressing your tongue further and further down in your mouth. Up until you’re entirely open mouthed on him, gagging yourself when he hits your throat only to angle yourself up on your knees to point it straight down your throat instead.
It hurts, but you close your eyes in concentration, breathing through each gag, ignoring the dribble of saliva that runs from the corners of your mouth and– you swallow.
Mostly because you can’t suck. Again and again, you swallow around him just to stimulate his length, the girth stretching your lips out to the point you feel your jaw could break, but it doesn’t and it won’t.
Within an instant of taking his whole length down your throat, you feel his hands in your hair. Your ears are ringing, otherwise you would also be listening to him choke on his words at how you’re doing this to him. All of it. You’re taking him in full, not leaving an inch out, seemingly proving that your mouth can be fucked just as good as your cunt.
He’s in heaven, head spinning as you stimulate him through each gag and sputtered out chokes of a moan. He can’t help it when he grabs your hair, he really doesn’t mean it when he pushes your head down while pressing his hips up. Essentially choking you and suffocating you in full with a paused hold.
You brace yourself on his hips when he does this, squeezing your eyes shut and continuously gagging from the way he abuses your mouth with just that small movement, and then– he pulls back.
“Ahh,” He groans, snapping his hips back and holding you by the hair to keep you from chasing. “You like that?” He continues, letting you breathe but not answer at all before he’s pushing your head right back down, holding you there again and fucking his hips up repeatedly into your throat this time.
The sounds are pornographic at best, concerning at worst. You, searching for air somewhere between his thrusts, the sounds of wet sputters, drooling, whimpered groans from him, and desperate gasps and gags from you. Truly, Jake is in heaven right now. With you, specifically, you’ve brought him to heaven.
For you, it feels like he does this forever. You’re losing the ability to comprehend what breathing ever was in the first place, thankfully though, Jake can see the tears pouring from your eyes and feel the way you fall slightly limp, letting him do as he pleases before he realizes– he may actually be overwhelming you now.
He snaps his hips back quickly, pulling you up and off of the last remaining inches of his weeping cock before taking a good, long look at your gasped breath and abused lips. Tongue licking out and eyes stained.
“I’m sorry, fuck, I–”
Instantly you press yourself down on him once again, resuming your original position of sliding him in until you can’t stand the feeling in your throat, gagging and swallowing around him time and time again. You feel proud of it, proud of the pain, proud of the suffocation.
Fucking proud to not be finished with him compared to every other person, apparently.
“Jesus–” He groans now, his entire body slouching against your bed as he slams his head back and starts petting your cheeks. “It’s like you were born for this. For me.”
You hum around the gags, growing accustomed to swallowing him up and feeling your jaw strain. And just a few moments later, you pull up with a deep breath, a smile, and you start rubbing your jaw.
“Maybe I was,” You try to talk dirty, wanting to drive him insane. “You taste so good.” You add, dipping down again to lick a long stripe up the underside of his balls up to his tip. “Any girl should be proud to say you’d fuck her mouth like that.”
A twitch, he rolls his eyes back and clenches his jaw.
“How are you so…” He breathes out, reaching his hands blindly for you, only to feel you shift on the bed and essentially sit your tits into both of his hands. “perfect?”
You shrug when he opens his eyes, you’re now hovering over him, both hands covering his on your tits as you force him to squeeze and grope.
“Maybe it’s best to not ask questions.” You tilt your head playfully. “Besides, if I’m lucky maybe you’ll stop trying to find other girls to fuck. They can’t take care of you like I will, anyway.”
Oh, you damn fucking right they won’t.
“You can have it any time you want.” Jake smiles, relishing in your tits warming under his palms, watching the way you hover over him tall and proud on your knees. “Could play with you every day and never get bored.”
You feel him move his hand from under yours, going straight between your legs and sliding not two, but three fingers into you with ease.
“Still so wet too,” He hums, eyes narrowing at you with that same pretty grin. “You always this horny?”
You shake your head.
“Not usually, you just turn me on.”
Jake feels proud of that. He doesn’t feel like the odd ball with a dick that can’t be satiated no matter how many pussies he plows through in a night. Which, again, for the past year has been a total of zero pussy. You getting turned on by that makes him feel…capable. Makes him feel like maybe he can be put to use by a pretty girl.
Makes him feel like his need is wanted and well taken care of.
“So, I can keep calling you?” He asks now, fucking his fingers up, loving the warmth and slide, anticipating for when he gets to bury his cock in you again.
“Mhm.” You hum, closing your eyes to enjoy the pleasure of how deep even his fingers reach. Kind of ready for him to stop talking and just focus on what he’s doing to you.
“Even if it’s every single day?” He continues to ask, now using his thumb against your clit. “Even if I need you in the middle of the night?”
Anything he wants if he can keep hitting your g-spot like this.
“Yes, Jake,” You sigh out of aroused frustration, now wiggling your hips to chase that stimulation inside of you. “I’ll give you the fucking key to my apartment if you want. Just let you walk right in and start fucking me.”
His fingers move faster at the image, the implication of not just free-use, but true free use. Real free-use.
“Yeah? Wake you up with my cock sliding into you?” He urges you to keep talking, now removing his other hand from your chest and circling it around his cock. “Just walk right in and get my mouth on you while all your friends are here?”
You lend a surprised chuckle, but pay no mind to his words past the arousal it brings to you. You’d tell him about how you have a total of like two friends, and half of the time they’re too busy to show up anyway. Still, the image is hot at the moment. All of it is hot.
“You’d let me?” He continues pressing every button both physically and mentally, unaware of how easy it is for him to talk as if it’s a normal conversation solely because it’s kind of his general state of living at this point. You, on the other hand, are not used to having a full conversation while your g-spot gets abused. “Even if you’re not home? Let you come home and find me fucking myself for you?”
Oh.
“Fuck–” You groan out at the image, feeling his fingers reach so perfectly, thinking of how it would feel to walk into your apartment just to see this pretty man chasing that tight ring of fingers his fist creates. Probably so turned on and frustrated that you’re not home…so frustrated that all he could do is drop to the floor and start fucking. “God, yeah.”
So that’s what you’re into. You love that he’s that pathetic to fuck. And lucky for you, he’s more than willing to continue to be that fucking pathetic.
“Does that feel good?” He hums now, watching how you fuck yourself against his fingers, lifting slightly to lick against your nipple. “Can I use my cock again?” He babbles almost, brain on constant loop of you actually giving him free reign of your apartment someday so he can come and–”Please, do this on my cock.”
This is the second time he’s asked you to ride it, and you think that may be one time too many. You almost feel guilty for taking him down your throat first, but then again, you don’t. Your body vibrates knowing you’re about to split yourself open on him again, only this time having full control.
“You want me to sit on it, Jake?” You smile, thrusting your hips down and sinking his fingers into you so deep that you physically can see his brain malfunction.
The frantic nod he gives is somehow less powerful than how he lifts his hips, forcing you higher on your knees as his fingers slip out of you and immediately land in his mouth.
Man, this guy must love the taste of pussy. The image of him doing that alone is insanely arousing to you as you lend him a short nod and slide back, your pussy sucking in the head of his cock instantly as if the two of you move together so well, that it was only natural to not need a guiding hand for it.
He sinks his head deep into the mattress with the way you try to sink down on him. He holds his breath with those same fingers in his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut at how tight you still are, how wet you still are.
And he’s shocked, almost, at the way you just keep sliding down. Not letting yourself re-adjust to his size, holding your own breath and bracing yourself on his abdomen just to keep balance and you wince through the stretch.
“That’s it.” Jake soothes your hips as you sit, clenching around each one of his twitches inside of you. “Doing so good.” He breathes out this time, trying to hold back his moan just for a moment as he awaits your moan first.
And it comes quickly when you lean back rather than against him, arms by his knees as you practically present his cock to him buried entirely into you with this position. He lifts his head and stares at it before reaching his thumb to your clit, immediately pressing hard circles against it.
“Ride it,” He pleads now. “God, please ride it.” He loses his mind at the image, really, as you do start moving.
Pained whimpers falling from your lips as you circle your hips, fucking just an inch of him in and out of yourself, forcing the deepest part of your pussy to take the abuse more than anything else. And you know he loves it with the way his thumb stops rubbing your clit, with the way he can’t decide on if he should look or throw his head back and fall into the sensation.
It’s really cute to witness, and you’d lean forward to kiss him if you had the strength to do it, but you don’t. In fact, all the strength you have is currently bubbling up inside of you with a sharp, almost burning sensation.
You know exactly what this is. You’ve practiced it time and time again alone in this bed.
“Oh, oh shit, Jake–” You groan as you frantically start moving your hips through the full and splitting feeling of him inside of you. Your voice sounds so panicked, it almost scares him. And honestly? Had he not have finger fucked you against your g-spot previously perhaps you could last longer on him, but no.
“What– What’s wrong?!” Jake’s voice is broken when he quickly leans up, hugging around you as you continue to ride against him, faster now, chasing, chasing, chasing.
Pushing, pushing, pushing.
“No, no!” You moan out, shoving him back against the bed and now lifting entirely from his length before slapping your own clit, fast, rough circled motions before each slap. “Oh, shit!” You nearly yell, witnessing it squirt from your body straight against his abdomen and chest.
Jake just watches, mouth agape and eyes wide.
“Oh–” He stares. “Oh yeah?”
And you’re not even done when he seemingly takes full control. Allowing all that squirt to fall out of you, ignoring your shaking legs, tipping you straight back and plunging his cock right back into that release of pressure inside of you.
“You just weren’t gonna tell me you could do that?” He grunts against your ear, fucking into you so hard and so fast that your orgasm just keeps coming. It feels too good to speak, too good to breathe.
Even as it subsides and you’re trying to catch your breath, he doesn’t let you. He just keeps going, grunting incoherently against your ear, snapping his hips harder than you think he’s probably ever done before.
Honestly, with each yelp you let out, your sensitivity goes from being unbearably painful to–
“Do it again–” He urges you. “Give me another one.” Babbling, cooing, fucking moaning all over your neck until his lips hit yours.
Somehow, that gives him exactly what he wants as he feels your legs tense up and fall open around him. Your pelvis slamming into his so hard that it’s, quite literally, splashing out of you in loud and painful sounds.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He nods and whispers against your tongue, sucking it into his mouth before licking into yours, nearly rabid with the way he’s both kissing and fucking you, he can’t help it. He forgot words the second he felt the gush rush past his length, trying to force it out of you only for him to go harder. Like hell he’s not going to feel you literally squirt on his cock. “So fucking messy.”
At one point, you think you might have actually died. You’re not sure but you swear you saw him fucking you in third person for two solid seconds before being slammed right back into your body. The pleasure genuinely is so overwhelming that…well, suddenly you understand why girls probably think he’s too much.
But goddamn he’s…so good. Like, you remember him mentioning his body count through his one-sided sext session with you and you can argue his inexperience probably made this that much better. He’s a fucking natural.
And as he continues fucking into you, all you can do is lend him a distant smile. You’re definitely not experiencing real life at this moment, and you know he sees it with the way he lifts and keeps his eyes on your zoned out expression.
“Look at you.” He echoes against your walls. “So, so pretty.”
And he just keeps doing that, whispering praises, working you through his presumed last orgasm of the night because he genuinely can’t not fill you up with his cum one last time before letting you rest.
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The rest didn’t last long, but to be fair you didn’t need it to. All night, and all day. That promise was kept and Jake remained insatiable throughout all the time he spent with you.
To the point you very nearly felt strange about him leaving. Like you’d grown so accustomed to having someone literally attached to you at the dick that you knew the loneliness and silence would hit you a little too hard once he leaves.
And, well, he does leave in a sense, but not completely.
Though you never truly meant that offer in the midst of sex-talk, Jake seemed to have clinged to the idea of it. Lock him up, but still give him the key.
Never in your life would have imagined giving a person the key to your apartment, and yet…there he goes. Backing out of a guest parking spot in front of your building with your spare fucking apartment key in his pocket right next to those fucking panties.
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