( 심재윤 ) In which - Your blind-date stands you up, but your bartender has other plans for the night. After all, there's no way he's letting an outfit like that go to waste.
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Warnings / Tags: smut, mature content, dirty talk, one night stand, heavy sexual tension, oral sex (male and female rec), size kink, rough sex, fingering, aftercare, drinking/alcohol
I finally broke up with my toxic boyfriend of 3 years a few months ago. After that I moved across the country to the big city; NYC to start over again. I finally took the job me and my ex got into multiple arguments about and which I firstly declined for my ex.
Now a friend of mine set me up on a blind-date with one of her colleagues. Because she said; “you need to go out more! Gosh you’re; young fun and beautiful! You can’t wait your 20s here in an office!”
Me and Ryan (my blind-date) had agreed on 9pm at 'Chelsea' a popular restaurant in the city. I got there 20 minutes earlier; 23 if we’re being correct. I like being on time. I'm always on time. I'm a type A kind of person (ONE other reasons me and Sam my ex broke up.)
I wore a cute elegant silky black mini dress that moved beautifully with every step I took, with some knee high boots.
I walked into the quiet busy restaurant. “Good evening Miss; did you have a reservation?” The Hostess asked me kindly. “Hello, I'm here for a first date…still waiting on the other person; I'm a little early.” I said nervously looking around. “Okay, you can take a seat at the bar and I’ll grab you when the table is ready.” She said. “Thank you.” I said walking inside to the bar.
I took a seat on an empty bar chair. It was quite busy; but it was a Friday night so I can't be annoyed. People looked happy like they can finally take a breath after the busy week of work.
I was looking around the restaurant when I got interrupted. “Good evening ma’am; what would you like to drink?” one of the bartenders asked.
He scared the living shit ou of me with the sudden words. “GOD!!” I said under my breath quickly turning around hand on my chest. “Sorry! didn't mean to startle you.” The bartender said. “No worries!” I said still catching my breath a little.
“Jake!” The bartender said smiling and offering his hand. Okay? This is something I still need to get used to. “Aria.” I said shaking his hand. “So Aria what can I get you to drink?” Jake asked smiling drying some glasses.
“Um… Just a water please.” I said still nervously looking around. “A water?!” Jake asked as if I didn't know what I just asked for. “Yes just a simple still water please.” I said now turning to him. “Well that's boring.” He said. “Well what can I say; I just like a good plain boring glass of water.” I said turning away and looking around again. “Okay whatever you say!” Jake said grabbing me my water.
“Soo Tinder or Hinge?” Jake asked putting my water in front of me. “Pardon?! I'm sorry?!” I asked turning back fast to him, in shock of what he just asked me. “Sorry; your just- first date right?” Jake asked. “How did you-“ I got cut off.
“Nervously looking around? sitting at the bar alone at 8:48pm? Fidgeting with your rings?” Jake said looking at my rings. “Am I that transparent.” I asked kind of embarrassed.
“No-no… Well yes but-“
“GOSH” I yelled putting my hands in front of my face.
“It’s not something bad!” You definitely not the only one and also not the last” Jake said going further drying some glasses. “See that woman right there in purple?” He asked me kinda hanging over the bar whispering. I nodded.
“That’s Ms Wyatt. She comes every month with a new first date. They hit it off for about 3 weeks, then a week later she comes in and orders a red wine bottle for herself. Then the next week it starts all over again! It’s kinda sad…she’s very sweet tho!” Jake said leaning back again. I looked over to see a middle age woman in a purple blouse and some skinny jeans; she looks around 40 but her face says max 30 on a good night… gosh maybe I should also start with botox.
“I just moved here and this is my first date after my last relationship of 3 years.” I said holding my head in my hand. “ 3 years?! How did that end?” Jake asked kinda nosy.
“Well if you want to know; he cheated so now I'm here on a blind date with my friend college.” I said.
“AND a blind date… you know you asked me for just a water right… you sure you don't want a cocktail?” Jake asked looking almost concerned for me. “I don't want to look like an alcoholic in front of my blind date ordering a drink while still waiting.”
“Whatever suits you.” Jake said walking away. Well that was kind of rude.
10 minutes past its 9pm now. I looked around and open my phone… I’ll wait 5 more minutes before messaging him. Maybe traffic?
“Running late?” Jake asked as he walked by. “Traffic.” I said bitterly after 5 minutes I message him. No answer. Rude.
It was now 9:15pm so I decided to call him.
“Mr blind-date is not coming?” Jake asked as he walked by again. “Probably some NYC subway problem.” I said taking the last sip of my water.
It was now 9:45pm
“Manhattan.” Jake said. Putting a cocktail in front of me.
“I didn't order-“ “neither did your blind-date who stood you up so here. From the house, from me; I’m the house.” Jake said walking away again.
After some time i decided to called Lily; the friend who set me on this blind-date to begin with.
“O M G. I'm sooo sorry! I thought Ryan was different. I'm so sorry Aria!” Lily said again. “No worries. It’s nothing you could have done.” I said looking around. I saw Ms Wyatt sitting at a table with a VERY Young looking man. Jealous.
“I think I'm going to make a botox appointment” “WAIT WAT?!-“ I hear Lily yell over the phone before I Hung up.
I finished the last sip of my Manhattan, the sweet burn sliding down my throat as the ice clinked against the glass. I was about to stand when Jake walked over, wiping his hands on a towel.
"I'm sorry for your date standing you up." he said, voice low.
"Well, it's not your fault, just... your species." I muttered, rolling my eyes.
"Ouch! But still not cool of him." he replied.
"Well, I can't do anything about it… it's just I got all dressed up for nothing. That's honestly sadder." I said, glancing down at my silky black mini dress.
Jake hesitated, then leaned in. "Um—I—ugh. I get off in like ten minutes. If you want, I could bring you to a midnight bar to grab a drink so the outfit doesn't go to waste."
"Oh, thank you Jake, but you don't have to—"
"I want to! You said you just moved here, right? Let me introduce you to the real nightlife. Give me five!" He walked off fast before I could argue.
"O-okay?" I said more to myself.
Seven minutes later he was back, changed out of his work clothes, hair freshly styled, chewing gum in his mouth. He looked like a god.
"You clean up nice…" I managed to say.
"Well thank you. Let's go!" He grabbed my wrist gently but firmly.
We walked fifteen minutes to 'The Loft.' It was louder, wilder, packed with people in casual clothes. I felt a bit overdressed in my elegant dress. The bartender spotted Jake and grinned.
“HEY Jake!” he said, dabbing Jake up. Great, so he comes here often… I’m probably not the first girl he’s ghosted on a first date and then taken out. Pathetic Aria!
“oooo and who is this? You've never brought a girl!" he said glancing at me… oh.
“Ummm” Jake said now looking at me. Because WHO am I?! We just met.
"He- He's the guy who stepped up… my date ghosted me." I explained.
"WOW, that's fucked up. Welk you're in good hands! Jake's the best!" the bartender said. "What can I get you two?"
"Just give us something good." Jake answered.
"You know I love that answer!"
One drink led to another. Hours passed. We talked, laughed, and I got tipsier than I'd ever been with a guy.
"Gosh, I've never been this tipsy while with a guy!" I giggled. "Why is that?" Jake asked. "Umm… I don't know, just never got that comfortable?"
"Well, I'm honored!" He bowed dramatically. I laughed.
“Well this is mine.” I said as we reached my front door, I turned to him. "I really enjoyed tonight, Jake. Thank you."
"Me too, Aria." He stood close, his cologne wrapping around me; something woody and warm, mixed with the faint scent of his skin.
Without thinking, I grabbed his face and kissed him. The second our lips touched, I sobered up and pulled back.
"Fuck- I'm so sorry—"
Before I could finish my sentence Jake's hand wrapped around the back of my neck and he kissed me again, harder.
I melted into it, a small moan escaping as his grip tightened on my waist. His tongue swept across my lower lip, asking for entry, and I granted it without hesitation.
The kiss deepened, hungry and desperate, like we'd been holding back all night. I let out a little moan.
"Fuck." he growled against my lips. He pulled back just an inch. "Can I—can I come in?"
I didn't answer with words. I opened the door and he followed, kicking it shut behind him. His mouth claimed mine again as we stumbled inside.
The hallway was dark, lit only by the faint glow from my living room light. I didn't bother with the lights.
His hands slid down my back, gripping my hips, pulling me flush against him. I could feel the hard outline of his cock through his pants, pressing against my stomach.
"Fuck, I've been thinking about this all night." he murmured against my neck. My pussy was already throbbing, a slick heat pooling between my legs.
He kissed me again, walking me backward until my shoulders hit the wall. His thigh pressed between my legs, and I ground down against it, feeling the friction through my dress. The thin silk did nothing to hide the wetness soaking my panties.
“Can I?” Jake asked, his fingers fidgeting with the straps of my dress. I nodded. “Words.” Jake said slowly, his voice husky. “Yes, please.”
Jake's hands found the zipper of my dress. He pulled it down slowly, deliberately, the sound loud in the quiet room. The fabric loosened around my shoulders, and he pushed the straps down. The dress slid down my body, pooling at my feet.
I stood before him in my red lace lingerie set; a matching bra and panties, delicate and bold. The deep crimson contrasted against my skin, the intricate patterns of the lace hugging my body. The bra pushed my breasts up, my nipples already hard, visible through the sheer fabric. The panties were high-cut, making my legs look longer, the lace barely covering the triangle between my thighs.
Jake took a step back. His eyes roamed over my body, dark and hungry. He let out a low whistle.
"Damn," he said, his voice thick with appreciation. "God. I'm glad your blind-date set you up. Now this is all mine."
A shiver ran through me at his words. The possessiveness in his tone made my core clench. He stepped forward, his hands sliding up my sides, thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts. He leaned in, kissing my collarbone, then down to the swell of my chest.
"You're even more beautiful than I imagined." he said, his lips brushing against my skin.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled them aside, exposing my wet pussy to the cool air. I gasped as his fingers found my folds, sliding through the slickness. The lace was already soaked.
"So fucking wet," he growled. "All for me? Tell me this pussy's been dripping for me all night."
"All for you," I breathed. "I've been wet since you stond next to me ready to leave Chelsea."
"Yeah? You were thinking about my cock while we talked? Thinking about how I'd fuck you?"
"Yes—God, yes."
He pushed one finger inside me, and I moaned, my head falling back against the wall. The stretch was immediate, my walls gripping him. He added a second finger, pumping slowly, curling them to find that sensitive spot inside me. The sound of his fingers sliding in and out of my wetness filled the silence.
"God, you're tight." he said, his thumb finding my clit. "Your pussy's gripping my fingers like it's begging for more. I can feel how desperate you are; how much you need a real cock in you."
I whimpered, my hips bucking against his hand. He worked me relentlessly, his fingers fucking me while his thumb circled my clit. The sounds of my wetness filled the hallway; obscene, slick, perfect.
"Please," I begged. "I need more. I need your mouth, your cock— Fuck; anything."
He pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean. "Taste so good. I need to taste you properly. I want to drink every drop of your cum."
We slowly made our way to my couch. It wasn't big, but it was cozy.
He carefully pushed me onto it while dropping to his knees in front of me. He pushed my legs apart, my back still against the couch. He pulled my panties aside again, exposing my pussy fully. His breath was hot against my folds, and I trembled. Then he leaned in and licked a long, slow stripe from my entrance to my clit.
"Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined," he muttered. "I could eat you all night."
He didn't hold back. His tongue dove into me, fucking me while his nose ground against my clit. He licked and sucked, alternating between deep, probing strokes and quick flicks against my swollen nub. His fingers slid back inside, two this time, curling and stroking my G-spot. I was already close, my legs shaking.
"That's it," he murmured against me. "Come for me. Let me taste you. I want to feel your pussy clench."
He focused on my clit, sucking and flicking, while his fingers curled and stroked. I shattered, my climax crashing through me. I screamed his name, my pussy clenching around his fingers, my cum coating his tongue. He lapped at me through it, drawing out every wave of pleasure, groaning as if he was savoring the most exquisite meal.
When I came down, he kissed his way up my body, leaving a trail of wet kisses over my stomach, between my breasts, up my neck. I could taste myself on his lips when he kissed me. He lifted me easily, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me now to the bedroom, laying me down on the bed.
I reached for his belt, unbuckling it with clumsy fingers. He helped me push his pants down, and his cock sprang free. It was massive! Thick, long, veiny, the head already leaking precum. My mouth watered.
"Holy shit," I whispered.
He grinned, dark and predatory. "Think you can handle it? I'm gonna stretch that tight little pussy until you can't walk straight."
I sat up, pushing him onto his back. I wanted to taste him. I lowered my head between his legs, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock. It was so thick my fingers didn't meet. I licked the tip, tasting his precum, then opened my mouth wide and took him in.
He groaned, his hand finding my hair. I bobbed my head, taking as much as I could. He was so big I gagged, my throat struggling to accommodate him. I used my hand on the part I couldn't fit, stroking in rhythm with my mouth.
"Fuck, Aria," he groaned. "Your mouth feels incredible. Suck it, Pretty. Show me how much you want it."
I looked up at him, my eyes watering, and took him deeper. I relaxed my throat, swallowing around the head, and he cursed. I sucked hard as I pulled back, then took him again. His hips bucked, pushing deeper. I let him fuck my throat, spit drooling down his shaft, the sounds obscene.
"Look at you," he said, his voice strained. "Taking my whole cock in your throat like a good girl. You love choking on it, don't you?" I moaned in response, the vibration making him hiss.
"I'm gonna come if you keep that up." he warned. "But I want to save this load for your pussy. I want to fill you up until you're dripping with it."
He pulled me off, a string of saliva connecting my lips to his cock. I was panting, my lips swollen.
"Not yet," he said, breathless. He flipped me onto my back, settling between my legs. He didn't remove my panties. Instead, he pulled them aside, exposing my pussy; wet, swollen, ready. The head of his cock nudged against my entrance, and I held my breath.
"Tell me if it's too much," he said. "But I know you can take it. You love the stretch."
"Yes," I whispered. "I need it." Then he pushed in.
The stretch was blinding. I felt every inch, every ridge, every vein as he slid inside me. My walls stretched around him, struggling to accommodate his girth. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. He paused, letting me adjust, then pushed deeper. The feeling of being split open was overwhelming; pain and pleasure tangled together.
"Fuck, you're tight." he groaned, his forehead dropping to mine. "So fucking tight around my cock. I can feel every inch of you gripping me. You're squeezing me so hard, Pretty."
He inched deeper, giving me time to adjust. When he was fully seated, his hips pressed flush against mine, I felt impossibly full. I could feel him in my stomach, a deep, aching pressure. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
"Move," I begged. "Please. Fuck me."
He started slow, long strokes that pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in. My pussy clung to him, not wanting to let go. The drag of his cock against my walls was exquisite; every ridge and vein rubbing against my sensitive flesh. He watched my face, watching me feel every inch of him.
"You feel that?" he asked, voice low. "Feel how big I am? Stretching your little pussy? Look at how your lips spread around my cock."
"Yes," I whimpered.
"Yeah? You like it? You like feeling me split you open? Tell me how much you love it."
"I love it—fuck—I love your big cock in me."
"That's right. You'll be feeling me for days."
He picked up the pace, pounding into me. The bed creaked beneath us. My moans turned into cries, each thrust pushing the air from my lungs. He leaned down and kissed me, swallowing my sounds. His hand slid between us, thumb finding my clit through the lace of my panties.
"You feel so good." he growled against my lips. "Such a tight, wet pussy. Made for my cock. I could fuck you forever."
His thrusts grew erratic. He grabbed my legs and pushed them back, folding me in half, the new angle letting him go deeper. He slammed into me, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.
"Right there," I sobbed.
"Yeah? Right there, Pretty?" He drilled into me, his thumb working my clit. "I can feel you clenching around me. You gonna come? Gonna cum on my big cock?"
"Yes—yes—please—"
"Come on my cock. Let me feel you come around me. Squeeze me tight."
I shattered. My orgasm ripped through me, my pussy clamping down around his thick length. I cried out, my entire body convulsing. Jake groaned, his hips stuttering, but he didn't stop. He kept fucking me through it, drawing out every spasm.
"Fuck, I'm gonna fill you up," he growled. "Fill this tight pussy with my cum. Pump it deep inside you so you can feel it dripping out of you all night."
"Come inside me," I begged. "Please. Fill me up."
His hips jerked, and I felt him pulse. Hot cum flooded me, filling me in waves. He kept thrusting, pushing his load deeper, groaning through his own climax. I felt every spurt, every twitch of his cock inside me, his cum coating my walls.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard. He finally pulled out slowly, cum leaking from my stretched pussy. He kissed my forehead, then my lips.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.
"More than okay," I whispered.
He collapsed beside me, his weight a comforting pressure. We lay there, panting, our bodies slick with sweat.
I expected him to roll over and go to sleep even leave. But instead, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. Then another. He brushed my hair out of my face, looking at me with those dark eyes.
"Stay, Please." I whispered.
He smiled against my mouth. "I'm not going anywhere Pretty."
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!
⋮ ⌗ ┆概要⨾ pearl bite restores the smiles of vampires and humans alike, folks travelling nationwide to attain results from the man and myth himself, park sunghoon. running a successful dental practice isn't easy, long hours invested and feeding schedules sidelined. luckily for him, you've never been one to forget.
朴成训 𝔁 𝒻 .ᐟ读者 ── 5.6k
explicit content ⋆ smut (mdni)、heavy mentions of blood & biting/feeding (sunghoon feeds from the reader during sex)、condescending dom!sunghoon、sub!reader、established relationship、hints of brat & brat tamer dynamics、degradation/humiliation、vaginal fingering、handjob、semi public sex、exhibitionism、breath play、unprotected sex (don't do this)、creampie、hints of pain kink、hung!hoon、size & bulge kink、slight praise & crying、reference to marking/beard burn、an attempt at some fluff and angst..petnames used: perfect/sweet girl、princess.⌇ℳ.list
⋮ ⌗ ┆便条⨾ so...how about them vampire brand drops? 😁 the teasers released so far feel really fun but are so polished and align so well wih enha's vampire concept! their creative team always has my heart. they definitely have my heart for this concept alone, which...i wrote because my other wips were mocking me 😭 perhaps imposter syndrome will give me a break the next time i visit them, but for now, enjoy this corner of my brain :3 haven't written about vampires before, so a lot of creative freedom is taken here! let your imagination run free and as always, much loveeee! <333
Downtown is abuzz, springtime bringing out lifeforms in their fullest, humans on a leisurely stroll and vampires in their element, nightfall cast to upheave the sluggishness of day, canines bared and timeless beauty arresting. On the way to your destination, a concrete jungle of scaffolding and pets on leashes, you stop at an intersection. Cars zoom, traffic lights ticking down until they turn green again. The road, a blur of cars would usually have your attention, if not for the huge billboard plastered above the pizzeria and jazz bar just ahead.
Pearl Bite: A bloodless white, a perfect smile.
Your own faux canines show, tongue run beneath their point as your eyes dazzle at the advert. Specifically, the creator and model for Pearl Bite ─ your one and only boyfriend.
College sweethearts, Sunghoon describes your romance as a sneaky attack on your behalf, nothing but his passion on his mind, only to be derailed. The brilliance of your smile, the heartiness of your laugh, your endless glow he couldn't shy away from. The next century is meant to build upon his newly-found interest in dentistry, open his own practice with amassed generational wealth and give back to his community. His initial plan only accounts for vampires, at the mercy of many cycled conversations of blood-stained fangs and how there's no vampire-equivalent for teeth-whitening. Then he meets you, unknowingly opens himself up more to the human experience, recognizes how they can differ vastly from his own, yet share so many similarities.
You're the most selfless person he knows, a long-line of people served before you're last in line. Amongst the juggle of others' needs and aspirations, yours kind of included somewhere, he learns you're a product of everything you've ever loved and suffered from too. In the months passing too quick for his liking - still toeing the line of friendship(ish) - you bare yourself to him in the late night diner you work at.
The one he walks you home from, drinks the shitty coffee because you've brewed it. The things vampires do for love.
In a dim corner booth, your chin perches on your folded arms, fingers drumming against a table you're yet to clean and are honestly too tired to at this point. It's been non-stop shifts packed into a never-ending semester, and whilst your job's meant to supplement your means of living, it also serves another purpose.
"I owe my mom everything," you start, the bat of your lashes turning Sunghoon into a statue, knowing what's to come yet unsure. Uncertain how to proceed. "No matter how little we had to our name, she always made sure I was taken care of. That if one of us was happy, it was always me,"
Your nose twitches, eyes glossy with a sigh coming from trembling lips. A vague crack sounds in his chest.
He wishes his hand had the kind of warmth you'd lean into.
"Losing her best friend, and in a way, losing me ─ has brought her to her knees," your fingers drum, pupils shaking as you will your tears to only exist before your waterline. "I'm doing as much as I can, but there's only so much to do from across the country. I can't check in on her and the house between lectures, I can't pay for anything medical other than some lousy insurance, I can't transfer that weight to myself,"
"Because at least then, it wouldn't be her burden to bear."
The welled emotions in your chest demand you to straighten, more space for lungs to expand and when stray tears fall, you can only exhale, elbows propped to the table to wipe them away. Your hand falls to the surface in perfect timing, searing skin meeting a cool, steady palm. You're just as still as him, the thump of your heart felt in Sunghoon's fingertips, all the way through to his ears ringing with its race. Only empathy occupies him, remnants of a life before immortality tethering you two together by more than held hands, the quiet compassion he delivers sticking with you forever.
Time has since passed, that corner booth a bittersweet memory. In spite of long-carried pain, you and your mom see brighter days ─ graduation, your first adult job, the return of her smile. Depression has a way of mystifying the future ahead of you, the present clouded in miserable, inescapable grey clouds. To push on takes all the more effort, so things start to give ─ sleep, appetite and the wither of everything else. While she's managed to pick herself up by the aid of you and others, your mom still holds a keepsake she'd rather do without. A dimmed smile you're doing your best to help restore. But in a household where annual doctor's trips are rare, the luxury doesn't come easy. And by the time you're examining what other expenses to cut back on, Sunghoon pitches his latest project.
Pearl Bite, for humans and vampires alike.
Endless trials, modifications, moulds that have bitten the dust and brave participants that bring his dream into fruition. Only now, his dream accounts for not only you, but your mother. Additional modules and clinicals to fit in the study of human teeth, revitalizing the last part of a past your mother is moving forward from. And when everything's said and done, your mother instinctively cowers from the mirror before she weeps, holding onto Sunghoon with a life force as gratitude soaks into his white coat. In the corner, his eyes find you, the water-lined tears in your eyes like then, now reflecting the kind of appreciation and love he knows is priceless.
Pearl Bite takes off, his humble practice fighting to accommodate for the onslaught of patients he tries helping. People come from far and wide, all with a story that picks at their nails and prompts reluctance when it comes time for Sunghoon's inspection. Overbites, plaque, shaven-down fangs, blood stains ─ the list goes on. However, their reluctance is all but forgotten once he commits himself to their well-being, a sigh of relief filling his mask before he hands over what feels like a magic mirror, sorrow turning into happiness. One practice isn't enough, not for endless clients, or aspiring dentists with the same aspirations. Multiple dot themselves across the country, his time split between sights he flies to (your stomach still drops whenever both your feet leave the ground). He has a line of products, an alternative solution for those he cannot meet and to no surprise, it takes off. You climb your own career ladder, finding something just as meaningful and building your life together with the man who saved yours and your mother's smile.
His practice bustles as it always does, a mixture of clients flipping through magazines or sharing stories in the waiting room. To his assistance, you wave, your presence always welcome when your schedules align. In the hall leading to his office, your head nods at more waiting patients, smile brimmed in manner with a glance at the clock.
It's feeding time.
A flutter in your chest disturbs the peace you've maintained for the day's majority, current sparked as your palm meets the door handle of his office, shallowly pulled to the side only to let yourself in. No one occupies the dental unit, spotlight tucked away with the space sterilised and clean, its sleek hues of white, grey and muted baby blue burrowing comfort in your chest. Attempts to slow the rabbit Sunghoon hears, a heartbeat so attuned to he forgoes his inventory count and goes to filter back into the main room, surprise alight in his eyes as he's urged back.
"I didn't know you were coming," his voice carries the sentiment, the half-hearted draw of his inventory's door schemed behind you.
Innocence brims in your smile nonetheless, arms strung around him as his hands fall to your waist, steady and firm.
"You forgot your dinner."
"Dinner?" a lone eyebrow raises, the slope of his nose in full view as his head turns to the mini fridge metres away. "I should have enough blood bags for─"
Your nails rake through his nape hairs once and for all, stepping back before you haul yourself on the counter space he'd been working so diligently on, showcasing the dinner he's seemingly left behind.
You.
No one would bat an eyelash at the length of your skirt, a conservative length if not for an extra long stride ─ the cross of your legs ─ where skin reveals itself, blemishing with incessant teeth marks, beard burn and a mouth pulling into a disbelieving smile as you reveal yourself to him, making sure to crane your neck enough to hint at the location of his last feed.
"So," mischief lives in the lines of your smirk, your own canines peeking through in an ask. "Will you finish what you started?"
With centuries spent living amongst vampires and humans, you'd think Sunghoon would have some know-how. Predict the patterns humans have made of themselves, ingrained in wired DNA passed down from generation to generation. Yet, you always seem to surprise him. Bring the disbelieving and amused laughter out his huffing chest, his proximity drawn closer as his hands staple on either side of your thighs, skirt material bunched in your lap, goosebump-riddled from the arctic temperature of his office.
His eyes burn with a dial of lust, iris colouring into a wine hue before his pupils swallows the field whole, gaze flickered between your eyes and lips.
"This is risky," he notes, nosing along your jaw. The instinct to give your neck away wears him down more than you'll know. "Anyone could come in and see us. Hear us,"
He deserts the raised skin trail he's created from slight grazes alone, satisfaction on his lips as he creates space to marvel at the mess you're boiling down to.
"But that's what gets you off, right?" his fangs show, his grin too amused and cocky to shield them, his head tilted to only emphasis his point. "Just can't keep your pretty moans to yourself."
Air fills your lungs through a nasal inhale, chest slumping with a gulp audible to your own ears. You'd waltzed in here first, you can't lose control just yet.
You bring yourself closer to the counter's edge, skirt riding up further to expose hints of lace, knowing it'll do nothing but torment him. Taunt him as his canine and lower teeth toy with an inner piece of his check, restraint tested.
"Come on, you haven't fed in days," he's standing straighter, hands off the counter. He's close enough though, the perfect distance for your leg to hook at his lower back and draw him in, your hand waiting before his length eventually throbs in your palm, your grin a work of sin as you peer up at him with dark magic eyes. "I know you're hungry."
Control is commanded, and to some extent, Sunghoon submits. Lets you carry out your charade, allows the concept of power to exist in your frame of mind. However, deep down, you both know. Undeterred, Sunghoon lets you palm his growing erection, smirking like it doesn't turn him on. Like he doesn't give your hand one grind, starved for friction.
His hand raises to outline the shell of your ear with his fingertip, pleased with the shiver erupting down your spine.
"Funny how blood and sex are so intertwined," he leads, voice husky as his eyes fall to yours again, standing their ground. "For you, especially."
It's meant to be a call out. In some measure, you suffer from its consequences, prickly skin and heated cheeks. However, you've been with Sunghoon long enough to quit playing shy. You plan to spend eternity with him too, it's only natural you reward him with your honesty.
"It's another layer of intimacy," the sweetness of your words juxtapose your actions, palm firm against his shaft as your thumb glides over his tip in sweet, torturous motions, smile stretching at the waver of his breath. You cock your head, a call for attention. "Wouldn't you agree?"
He's close like this now, shuffled to you in a tighter circle of your hooked legs, the column of his throat licked. The grain of stubble against your tongue hums your pleasure into his skin, his own mirrored sound coming when your teeth nibble on the teased skin.
"Hmph," he groans, losing focus. Losing to you. "I do, but my mind can't help but wonder,"
Further words peaks your interest, Sunghoon's hand settling across your neck, face further away as he handles you for his viewing pleasure. His other set of knuckles push his glasses up his nose bridge, chin lifted as he looks at you through low eyes, the quiet but hard thump of your pulse meeting the pad of his thumb.
"If it's the euphoric high you're starved for," Sunghoon's thumb moves over the tender skin, thump gaining traction as you attempt withstanding his complete read of you. "Or maybe it's the slight pain,"
Through the time you've known Sunghoon, you've only ever known him to be humble. No matter what feat he reaches, trait or skill he posses and displays, he'll pretend as if it's not his own. Won't gloat, won't brag ─ except for times like these.
When he's got you right where he wants, his fangs pinpoint on your skin between the fan of his thumb, your heartbeat the equivalent of being chased.
You hear his smirk first before you see it, space created again as his eyes cannot be without your sight for too long.
"Which one is it?"
The hand that'd been palming him arrests the counter's edge, knuckles burning white in an act of self-restraint. Control you're being frayed to abandon, a harsh run of your tongue on the back of your teeth as your other leg hooks behind him, nowhere to hide as your hip roll to meet his, a grind you see chipping away at him.
Pressure adds to the grasp on your neck ─ a test to you too.
"Wouldn't you like to know."
Again, that almost incredulous yet amused chuckle meets your ears, this time more mocking as Sunghoon's tongue pokes his inner cheek, his eyes bleeding over with an intensity you've only been anticipating.
"I'll find out either way," one corner of his lip lifts, small but all-knowing. "Spread your legs."
The last thing you'll do is indulge him, even if your body aches for him in the worst way ─ bone deep, lust sinking in your body like an anchor. You're already pressed against him, the friction of few layers a blessing in disguise for someone as insatiable as you are. This, you can do with. The same can't be said for Sunghoon, who in the questioning look he gives you, your smile extends ─ a slice of heaven and a lot of hell.
"What's with the attitude?" he chuckles, one last squeeze against the sides of your neck to make you squeak. The departures paves the way for his impatience, enough strength to pry your crossed ankles apart. "Didn't you want this all along? Treated the way you are in my office because you couldn't wait?"
You can't compete against an immortal, his strength bending your body to his will, thighs braced against the arctic counter top. Spread to his liking.
"Ah, that's why," it's the second time in such little time you've heard him smirk, a more evil moon crescent shape to his eyes as he marvels between your legs. Specifically, the wetness that's soaked through the flimsy fabric. "It's okay, I want you just as much."
A gentle kiss is pressed to your forehead, because your ego has its' moments, bruising like a peach. You could huff, turn away from the supposed affection he gives you, but he's quicker. A peck to the tip of your nose and happiness in the light chuckle he does afterwards.
Then, when you're looking at him again, albeit reluctantly, he smiles regardless. Cups your cheeks, holding you as if porcelain and kisses you. Soft and pillowy, lingering to savour the simple press of flesh, a slow and sweet swirl back into desire. Melting in his cold grasp, you move in patterns known to each other, the audacity to start pulling away breathing a snicker between your lips, his smile against your lips after he's chased them, your own introduced moments later.
He picks you apart in the most delicate way, undoing you with adoring kisses and assured hands, consuming you with every breath he steals, hands of desperation hinging themselves against his arms. Sunghoon kisses you as if it's your last, with deeper meaning coming from the lifetimes he's lived, your bottom lip between his teeth as he tugs gently.
A move applicable to everyone. Doing its worst to you.
While other teeth tease, his fangs threaten, a harsher skim against the flesh your breath hitches at, a swipe of his tongue meant to soothe, only to fuel the fire burning in you.
While his hands no longer cradle your face, he kisses you without fault. Pouring affection into the tender overlap of lips, the only thing you manage to do is lift your hips as his hands tug your panties down your legs, tucked away in his back pocket as a souvenir. If you weren't so dazed, you'd make fun of him, like when you'd felt his cock kick when you'd started kissing, the venture of your tongue making him sigh a stuttered breath.
Smacked lips and laboured breaths no longer only occupy the office/closet space, abundance of slick lapped up on the span of two fingers, the most piled on Sunghoon's fingertips as they tease your entrance, thumb doing slow circles against your clit.
Fingers carding through his hair, your breath stutters in his mouth. Whines and huffed whimpers bleed into his kiss-stained lips as his fingers push in with no resistance, welcomed as your walls conform to their shape. He stretches you with the scissors of his fingers, the stretch simmering with a touch of discomfort, grinding down to blooming pleasure as you yield, his fingers 'curl pushed into the spot making you see stars.
"Think I'll give your thighs a break," Sunghoon whispers, your tongue dipped into the curve of his lips. "All those hickeys and beard burn can't be good for you ─ too much friction,"
"N-not enough," you wail, running feverishly hot and without any care, bucking your hips helplessly. "Want ─ more."
"I've made you such a greedy thing, haven't I?" he murmurs, humming at all the sounds you reward him with ─ vulnerable moans, sloppy kisses you try giving but it's no use. You're gone, in too deep to realise the moment you'd walked into his office, your fate had been sealed.
Other points deserve attention, is Sunghoon's thought process as he leaves your lips with one last slow kiss, saliva strung between your quivering lips before he peppers his way down your chin, up the curve of your jaw and stops right below your earlobe. You know where he'll go next and it sends a buzz through your every cell, makes you tremble and shake. And before your brain can catch up to the signs, Sunghoon knows too.
Hears the chaos of your heart, the disarray of your pulse and plays along.
"Haven't even got to your neck and you're leaking all over my fingers," he muses, a peck smacked onto the dipped skin before his teeth catch onto the fleshy part, a fang punctured close to where your lone piercing is. An automatic response is relayed by your body. "Squeezing my fingers for all their worth, huh?"
Lolled to the side, a partial part in purpose but the other because your head's swarmed in haziness, twice its weight from Sunghoon consuming you, his non-beating heart having the decency to not prolong your long-awaited ask. He descends, inches but makes his way with the tread of his teeth down your neck column.
"What happened to that little attitude of yours, sweet girl?" he asks, the squelch and twitch of your body unearthing a rarity in condescending nature. "Did I fingerfuck it out of you, hm? You wanna be my good girl now?"
You nod hard enough to feel the jumble of your brain, cut up into pieces and free-floating in your zero-gravity headspace.
"You know nods won't do," he's there. The exact spot he feeds from, and it's maddening. The release of adrenaline, the rabbit chase your heart does, nails scraping into marble.
He noses along the mark, a momentary pause noting how gone he is for you too, intoxicated at the mere scent of your blood before everything crumbles, his willpower the only thing standing as he pries away, looking you in your eyes as he says,
"Let me hear you say it, princess."
"I'll─I'll be good," the words slosh in your mouth, lips pressed to muffle your desperate squeaks. "I just─just let me come please?"
"I'm no animal," dark laughter licks up your spine, stuck in its slouch as Sunghoon's rhythm picks up, fingertips knocking deepest in you, your jaw pried open in silent surprise. "I couldn't deprive you if I tried."
"Come on, sweet girl," he comes closer, fresh linen scent engulfing you as a kiss lays upon your temple. "The quicker you let go, the faster you get my cock."
The quicker he'll feed.
The mere thought is almost like magic, contracting your walls in an impossible squeeze as the coil in your stomach sizzles at the tips of your toes, shooting up to burst through every avenue ─ every pore ─ of your body. Detonating right in the palm of his hand, he kisses your wails away until they subside, fingers working you until you're twitchy and overly sensitive, glossy eyed yet itching to unbutton his slacks.
"Impatience will get you hurt," is his later comment, letting you mess with the buckle of his belt, metallic clashes resonating through the room. Dripping more slick onto his office counter. "So rushed when you'll struggle taking me."
The last notch of his zipper sounds louder than the rest, your head snapped in his direction. "Now, that you can't mock me for,"
Your eyes drop down to the heavy bulge imprinting through his briefs and slacks, hoping his eyes follow along.
"I take your literal monster cock like a champ, thank you."
"Give or take."
You kiss your teeth, knowing better but still cursing at him in your head.
"Whatever," your eyes roll, pushing enough of his waistband down to get your hand around his cock. Barely, but it's not of the essence. What is is the need his tip heats with, generous precome beaded in his slit your thumbs runs over. A hiss releases in spite of his efforts, met with the cockiness of your grin. "You're the one who needs me here,"
"Blood bags only taste so good," you drawl, pulling him out to get a better handle of his length. Head ducked to dribble spit on his skin as makeshift lube, enveloped by your palm in a mixture with precome as your hand comes up and twists up his veined shaft. Now it's his turn for braced hands on the counter's edge, his grip strong enough to snap the marble in two. The thought ignites lightning in your stomach.
Your mouth gets the chance for payback ─ hovering over the shell of his pointed one, a lapsed breath released in the anticipation of your words. The slow, tight jerk of your hand. "And none can get you off, so…"
A huff of defeat ─ still humoured ─ sounds past your shoulder, Sunghoon's back muscles flexing through the white coat ruffling as he pushes off the table, hair slicked back back as his fingers run through dark strands, his pale features accented with a pretty rosy tint.
Lips swollen with kisses. Skin glittering in the low light.
"You're annoying," his hands swats away yours, his focal point you as your figure reflects in the honey sweet hue of his eyes. "I love you."
"Love you t─ah!"
Sunghoon had knocked your knees further apart, lined himself with your entrance and now, starts to slide his length in. Ever since your last orgasm, you'd hinged on his counter for the moment his cock would stretch you out, but even if your eyes blindly followed his shifts, you'd got lost in his confession. The sheer honesty and sincerity brimming in his eyes as he said so, his last words to you before you reconnect again as one.
A frantic hand jumps to secure yourself on one plane of his shoulder, a sharp inhale sucking in all frigid air of his office into your shaken lungs, the bitten back moan he lets slip flooding the glide of his length, inches sparingly used. Yet the thought of being split open remains alive and well.
"You're good, you can take it."
It's one of his sentences that doesn't reek of condescension, the kind of sugary encouragement you can't help but want to do your best for, relying on your practiced methods of breathing and trying to relax. Except to accommodate to his size, you're gripping and adjusting, depleting his ability to be gentle with you. In the adjustments you make, one sentence lurks in the misty halls of his mind as he only gives as much as you can take, a hand and grazed-thumb on your hip to ground you.
"What I'd do to stuff your hole full of me right now…"
Luckily, he doesn't have to do anything. Living up to your words, the inches continue to disappear, the sorest sight for his centuries-vision filled eyes, shoulders coming down in relief with a mouth ajar. Your hand's over the lower half of your stomach, not exposed by your shirt, but Sunghoon knows.
You feel him there.
"Remind me," he huffs, stalling for your adjustment, the stretch as delicious as it is a dance around torture. "You take what like a champ?"
Sunghoon gets a kick out of it, this you already know. Somehow, it still makes your jaw tick, the weight cramped in you, making friends with your lower stomach is colossal, enough for an eye twitch and a sharp head turn in his direction.
"Your cock," every word spoken has a letter with a centre part, the disapproving head shake you do continued as your hips shift, leaking tip grinding up into the spongy spot you keen at. "Now move, before I fuck you."
Sunghoon's sorely mistaken. Painfully hard, yet he still continues ─ cat and mouse game too good to give up.
"All bark, no bite," he muses, eyes in false moon crescent, hips pulling back to offload the fill of your entrance. "Leave that to the real vampire, huh?"
Of course he'd leave you with that. Provide you some relief before he eases back into you again, grin shit-eating but eyes attentive, making sure this is pleasurable for you, to which it becomes. Accommodation is never easy, no matter how frequently you fuck, but he makes every grit of your teeth worth it. Falls into slow deep breaths you unknowingly follow and unwind with, moves his cock in and out at any pace you're comfortable with kisses you through it all, praises seared into the skin his lips meet.
A tempo builds, meek whimpers whispered into the hollow of his neck now barely contained moans. Your arms form a loose circle around his shoulders, the groans and whines he saves for your ears swirling a sickening pit of lust in your stomach.
"If only─hmph," you struggle, nails pressing into the fabric of his coat. "You put your mouth to better, fuck ─ use."
Past your ear, his laugh is bright. "You're bewitched,"
The smack of his pelvis against the back of your thighs teases your own teeth into his shoulder, whimpers releasing instead.
"Are my fangs all I'm good for?"
Turns out, you have your own timing. Comedic timing, it seems, because when you pry from him, mourning the loss of his cool skin, your eyes peer down between your legs. At the cock he uses with you as priority, a simmered sensation you unwind to, wetness drenching his length as the faint bulge of his tip makes itself known.
"You're good for other things too."
"Unbelievable," you hear your partner laugh, light and breathy because he's so fine-tuned to the human experience, large hands setting themselves up firm against your hips. "Now, if you will, let me do for what I'm good for."
Like you've always known him to be, he prides himself on his craft, making good of his word as he starts pistoning into you, the grind of his pelvis notching against your clit to make you squeal, his shoulders fastened to as the back of your thighs echo with your indecency. You're choking on moans, trying to keep noise to a minimal, but how can you when your vampire boyfriend knows you best? Knows what angle generates current in your body, what pace has you doubling over, holding him because the building pleasure is too immense for how contained your body feels? Knows when to flip the switch with you, the grounding presence you need or the kind that presses you into the ground.
"My perfect girl," he murmurs, a soothing hand cascading down the back of your head. "I'll never get over how good you feel."
He isn't the former for long, sheep's skin shed when your eyes start glossing over, legs hooked round his waist with your toes curled, tears of ecstasy saturating his coat's shoulder. How can he when you're basically offering yourself to him, enough distance created for your hands to support you from behind, neck craned for his taking.
"Is this what you're into?" he asks, the outline of his body unfair under layers of clothing as his cock stuffs you full. "Do you fantasize about being feed on because you feed off the pleasure and pain?"
You could consider his question, answer truthfully wherever it lies. However, you're a bit preoccupied. The one or two things he's good for working against you, reducing you to a worthless pile of mush, the same matter made of your brain, melted and spilling out your ears, hearing stifled.
"Answer me."
Your throat works, suddenly so dry with a swallow for saliva to quench some thirst, vision fuzzy as you fight off the impending doom.
Not now, not yet.
"Yes," you respond. "I'm into it because─"
He notches himself with a particular force, one you do a withered whimper at, pupils shaking as they blow over your iris' ring.
"Because it's with you," your hand's on his jaw, holding him firm as you add on. "I have a you fetish."
"Fuck," there's a hitch in Sunghoon's thrusts, a slight hiccup when he disintegrates at your words, head hung only to come back up with the brightest smile on his face. The one you could spend eternity looking at. "You're such a tease."
"A pretty, sloppy, needy─" emphasis in his stupidly seductive tone matches with the brute of his thrusts, concentrated and attuned to what'll make you break. "─tease."
Against your forehead, his own falls, a kiss shared as his low body temperature attempts to dial back yours, the coil in your stomach too hot for you to function.
"Good thing you're close because I am too," he nods, one last kiss before he asks. "Do I have the honours?"
It's one of the easiest yes' you'll utter.
"Always."
What you could compare the initial seconds of Sunghoon feeding from you to is a piercing. The clamminess of your palms, an escalated heart rate even if you'd mentally prepared for the moment and eyes incapable of focusing. To gain it back, your only function boils down to managing your breaths as anticipation itches beneath your skin.
Then, it happens.
A momentary flicker of pain, sharpened enamel piercing through skin and sinking, nestling where no vitals are endangered. It's minor, so minor it's forgotten the second after it's felt, the burst of euphoria incomprehensible. Words fail to explain the phenomenon, amounting to a standard you're on a constant chase for, bewitched as Sunghoon so lovingly puts it, him just the same ─ if not worse off ─ as he shamelessly moans at the taste, the vague waft of blood's metallic scent replaced with the blanket of his linen scent.
Blood and sex are so intertwined, mentioned previously by Sunghoon. And while he'd said this in response to you, the words ring truest for him, a broken moan vibrating into your skin as his hips start rutting, erratic as he surges towards his orgasm. His priority forever and always, he wedges his hand between your bodies, your clit played with to bring you to a similar pace, something like come coating your walls as you squeeze his cock one last time, a cry from your lips before you come undone.
Eventually, he relents, having had his fill with a pry he holds your body up for, still dazed from the aphrodisiac-like remedy in his venom to seal your skin together. When the world stops moving in separate circles, you catch sight of his fangs, coated in the rich crimson of your blood, only having the energy for a lazy smile before he sorts you two out. An eventual knock echoes at his door, Sunghoon spitting the last of Pearl Bite toothpaste out his mouth, fangs like brand new as you two feign normalcy.
Like he hadn't fed from you, or how his vampire-equivalent to come isn't leaking between your crossed thighs.
Just another day at Sunghoon's practice.
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the second you saw that jake lost his race, you thought you knew what you were in for.
you were prepared for the sulking, the random overthinking sessions, all that. what you weren’t prepared for was your boyfriend fucking you like he hates you.
jake’s always been the softdom type—sweet praise, the one in "control". he still gives you the praise, but his thrusts don’t match the words at allllll.
“f-fuck, jake!” you push at his arm as the fast, hard pace gets overwhelming.
he gently pulls your hand off and laces his fingers with yours instead. “i know, i know,” he murmurs, voice shaky. “just one more round, kay?”
you both know it’s a lie. he said the exact same thing like three rounds ago.
“i was right at the finish line,” he mutters under his breath, hips snapping even faster somehow. “right, baby?” he lifts your chin so you meet his eyes.
“yes!” you moan. he rewards you with a soft kiss.
you keep clenching around him so tight he tilts his head back with a shaky “s-shit, baby.”
he’s a muttering mess now, getting closer. “i—fuck—i shoulda won, huh? you agree, princess? it’s so fuckin’ stupid.”
his pace turns brutal, something in him fully flipped. he releases your hand, grips your hips hard, “turn around, baby.”
you’re too fucked out to move, so he flips you onto your stomach himself.
“jake!” the new angle hits even better somehow. “i said turn around.”
his hand presses your lower back, forcing a deeper arch. “if only i was a little—thrust—fucking—faster,” he groans, each word punctuated by a hard snap that jolts you forward.
tears well up from the overwhelming pleasure. normally jake would kiss them away, but tonight he just smiles. “you crying? i make you feel that fucking good?”
you try to answer but only moan, squirming under him. “jakejakejake—ah fuck!”
“you gonna cum?” he asks, you nod frantically. “c’mon then,” he says between erratic thrusts.
you both cum hard—him shaking on top of you, you squirting all over his stomach and the sheets.
“mmm fuck,” he breathes, low and rough, staring at the mess while still buried inside you. he finally pulls out, slides down, and licks you clean, making eye contact the whole time like always. he finishes with a gentle kiss to your inner thigh.
when he crawls up for a kiss on your lips, you dodge it.
“jake, what the fuck.”
“what?” jake says almost pouting that you dodged his kiss.
“you were kind of rough,” you say, already feeling the soreness settle in.
guilt flashes across his face instantly. “shit, i’m sorry baby.” he pulls you into his arms. “i was just so frustrated about the race.”
you laugh softly. he looks at you, confused. “what?”
“i never said i complained about you being rough.”
“oh…” he rubs slow circles on your shoulder, relaxing a little. “i’m still sorry, baby.” after a beat he adds, “let’s take a bath, okay?”
“okay.” you smile and nod, earning a real smile back from him.
after the bath, you’re both in bed sharing ice cream he door-dashed because he felt terrible (and because it cheered him up too). you notice the disappointment still lingering.
“you know, jake, you did really well at the race.”
“yeah, right.”
“i’m serious!” you swat his arm. “you made it this far. so what if you didn’t win this one? you’ve won so many.”
he stays quiet, scooping more ice cream, so you keep going.
“jake, please don’t let it bother you, or i’ll start pouting and sulking all day just like you do.”
he laughs, lets out a deep sigh, and finally gives you another genuine smile. “alright.”
you lean in for a hug but wince when a sharp ache hits your hip. lifting your shirt reveals dark bruises blooming on your skin.
“did i do that?” jake looks genuinely shocked.
“take a guess.”
“holy shit, i’m so sorry baby.” he’s immediately on you, gently inspecting them. “i’ll get ice.”
“jake, it’s fine!” you call as he scrambles up anyway.
you let him go, smiling to yourself. you’ll let him fuss and baby you all night if it means the race stops weighing on him.
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖✽//an: first time writing mommy kink fic, kinda nervous. 😳
๋࣭⭑ jake tossed and turned in bed, unable to get comfortable enough to fall asleep. it had been like this all night and he just couldn't figure out why he couldn't fall asleep. he turned to look at your sleeping face, your arm resting over his chest.
he smiled to himself as he admired your face. you looked so cute and serene. he faced you and moved closer, wrapping his arms around your middle. you felt so warm in his hold, although his brain still wouldn't shut off for the night. he still loved being so close to you though, your scent and presence bringing him comfort.
he had missed you all day and he felt like he had hardly seen you lately. both you and him were busy with work of course, but you were busier and that left him at home, having withdrawals of your closeness. the abandoned comforter lay loosely at your calves, exposing your plush thighs, only wearing panties and his shirt. the scene was so domestic and comforting, he could hardly believe he was viewing it with his own eyes.
he thought you looked so pretty and your skin felt so soft…jake found himself starting to get embarrassingly hard at the inappropriate thoughts trying to enter his wandering mind; you made him so easily aroused.
he shook his head gently as if that would make them go away. he buried his face in the crook of your neck to try and compose himself, but it only made his arousal grow. he felt your steady pulse thump beneath his lips and the smell of your lotion you always put on before bed hit his nose. a content sigh breezed from his mouth as he pecked a kiss to your neck, then to your jaw.
he didn't want to trouble you by waking you up. it was also so pathetic how quickly he had gotten hard from just you sleeping next to him. he kissed your neck more, sweet and light, trying not to wake you but also to satisfy himself, satiate his desire in the still midnight.
began to softly suck on your neck, leaving temporary marks that would fade by the next day. jake loved to kiss and suck on your neck and lose himself, relax his brain. but currently, he couldn't relax. he frowned in your skin as he found himself in a dilemma—to leave it alone or to give in to his desires.
both you and jake had discussed doing sleep stuff and agreed that it was fine. but when you came home that night, you were so exhausted that jake had to help you bathe, which he gladly did most of the time anyway. he felt bad but his cock started to ache with a growing need and lust fogged his brain… as long as he was careful and quiet and didn't disturb you, you should still be able to rest.
a trail of light kisses was left in his wake as he moved down your body, hands cradling your torso, traveling around your sleeping figure. his fingers skimmed under your shirt; over your back, your breasts, your ass. he relished in your closeness. pulling your hips closer as his lips reached just above your panties.
your boyfriend glanced at your resting face while he tugged your panties down your legs. he bit his lip as his fingers brushed over your clit, softly massaging it before he lifted your leg and positioned his head in between your thighs. he placed soft kisses to your clit and kitten licks, trying to be as gentle and light as possible so not to disturb you.
his tongue licked a stripe up from your hole to your clit, suckling on it softly. he felt your dormant thigh twitch, heavy on top his head like an anchor holding him in place.
you weren't even awake, yet it felt like you were squeezing his head with your thighs. he moaned a little too loudly with his lips around your clit still, your thighs continually flinching as he kneaded them gently. he felt enshrouded in you, in the darkness of the night.
jake took notice of you squirming above him, eyebrows furrowed and breathing getting more deep and rough. he groaned as he desperately licked at your hot, now leaking, cunt, your sweet essence coating his tongue and smearing around his mouth.
he lapped at your pussy and the bridge of his nose bumped your clit, each lick making him more needy and addicted to your taste, it was like the sweetest honey to him. he quickened his pace when he noticed how wet you were getting , feeling your syrupy cunt drip more and more around his tongue.
honestly, he wished you were awake—he knows how much you loved watching him eat you out. especially when he looked up at you with his pretty puppy eyes, watching how he made you feel on his mouth.
he felt himself getting painfully harder at the thought and he accidentally whimpered loudly into your pussy, making you faintly whine, your thighs clenching around his head. he pulled away with a smack, your juices making his lips glossy. his chest was heaving and heart thumping as he gazed at your sweet expression, now seemingly frustrated and unsatisfied.
"it's okay, babe. i'll help you feel good." he whispered as he tried his hardest to gently turn you over on your other side so he could spoon you from behind,
and when he thought he was successful, he heard your sleepy rasp and froze, "jakey? what time is it?" you slowly tried to lift your head, searching for jake's face in the dark room.
he shushed you and stroked your arm, kissing your neck. "shhh it's okay, baby. go back to sleep."
you let out a weak laugh, too tired to turn over and face him, "jake, are you seriously hard right now?"
he paused, too embarrassed to admit it out loud. "n-no…well yeah. but i couldn't sleep, baby. i needed you…" god, that sounded so pathetic coming from his mouth. "sorry for waking you up. go back to sleep, okay?" he sighed, feeling flushed and awkward that he had woken you up because of his own selfishness and lust.
"…are you going to do something about it? i want you, jake. please." you whispered, on the brink of sleep but also excited, heart beating in anticipation. he got you all riled up, too roused to fall back asleep. especially with the wetness marinating between your legs. a shiver knocked up his spine as he swallowed thickly, a strained whine following.
with his heart stuttering, he moved up behind you and placed a hand on your thigh, thumb smoothing over he skin. "yeah…yeah, i'll give myself to you. that's what you want right?" after your voice confirmed, he pulled his pants down, his big, thick cock hard against your leg and already leaking so much precum from the tip. a soft whimper broke from his lips as he pushed his cock in between your plush thighs, his other hand firmly holding your waist.
your dripping cunt felt so good sliding over his cock, your slick coating his length and smearing all over the front of your thighs. you moaned as his tip bumped against your clit so good. jake thrusted slowly, focused on the feeling of your thighs stroking his cock so sweetly. he lifted his head to peer over your shoulder, a high-pitched moan leaving him when he saw the tip of his dick appear and disappear in between your legs.
the wet, slippery feeling soon began to burn, making his eyes roll at the delicious friction. he started to speed up his movements, your hushed whimpers riling him up even more. wet noises got more and more louder and prominent as he continued, his hips driving into your soft, sticky thighs.
god, you felt so good… so wet and warm. jake paused when he heard you gasp and felt your back arch, and that's when he realized he had accidentally slipped inside you, just the tip. he moaned as he pushed his twitching cock into you more, shuddering at the sensation of partially being inside of you.
you clenched around his tip, your cunt feeling like it was sucking him in. it made him go nuts, pulling out and rutting his slick tip against your clit again, slick and messy, pulling a string of whines from you from the enhanced stimulation. he gradually plunged back inside you, addicted to the way your cunt drooled and pulsated around his cock.
a broken moan left his mouth as he bottomed out, his hips flush against your ass. he lifted your leg up from under the knee, reaching deeper inside your velvet walls. a loud ass moan came from him as he pulled out and plunged back into, obsessed with the whiny noises you made and the delicious sight of watching his cock being buried in your sweet cunt. jake slowly started thrusting into you, savoring in the heavenly way your warm wet pussy pulsed around his cock, getting wetter with every plunge.
jake admired your body as the pale moonlight illuminated your smooth skin. he kissed your shoulder that was clothed by his shirt, teeth biting it and pulling at it as he got a whiff of your perfume. the situation was too unbearable for him, he felt so desperate for you despite you being right in his reach.
"faster, puppy. please" you whined and ground your hips back against him, unsatisfied with the painfully slow thrusting. the pet name made his brain glitch, and you were well aware of its effect on him. he lost all composure as he started rutting into you like a desperate needy mutt, rough grunts and whimpers spilling from his lips. the bed creaked with every rough drive into your sopping cunt, strings of loud moans echoing in the room.
your leg dangled in the air as he held it high in the air and began fucking you harder. he panted and whined into your neck, "you feel so good, mommy. mph — i love making my pretty girl feel good." he choked out a sob on your skin while his hips found a pace that left the both of you dizzy. he was so fucked out he didn't even notice that he called you mommy. but you didn't care, it just made your breath catch and tremble as his grip on you tightened.
the position had him hitting the sweetest spot inside of you and you felt a belt of pressure build in your gut, head reeling at the rolls of his hips. you moaned and turned to look at him behind you, his brain utterly disoriented with lust and his face twisted into one of pure pleasure. you would giggle at how cute and focused he looked if he weren't making you feel insane right now.
you took his his chin in your hand, lightly tapping he side of his face with your fingers. he dazedly opened his eyes, glaring at you with a drunken expression, pupils blown wide but flooded with devotion. he just gazed into your eyes, his pace unfaltering but more tender. you brushed his hair back to see his face, flushed and damp with sweat. you scratched beneath his chin gently, "come inside of me, okay baby?"
he let out a sob and lodged his face in your neck, vigorously quickening his pace, making the bed shift and scrape against the floor. "ah~ah okay. wh-whatever you want, mommy. whatever you want, fuck you make me feel so good" the way he sounded so ravaged and fucked out made your pussy quiver around him so good. the feeling of you around him making him arch into you, his hips twitching and hold on your leg waver.
the sound of his skin slapping yours sounded in the room, which began to feel humid and far away with the way jake made you feel surrounded in him. but it couldn't compare to how you made him feel. he was completely gone, ramming his thick cock into you like no tomorrow. nonstop thinking about you and your fluttering saccharine cunt squeezing him so good it stung.
"that's it, yunie. cum for me, cum inside me. that's it, that's it" the sound of your voice hit him like a siren song. he started rutting into you harder and faster, squelching sounds getting louder and seemingly more obscene and filthy than before. you experimentally added, "can you do that for mommy?"
he hyperventilated against your skin and pounded into you at an insanely fast pace as he cried, "yes! yes i'll come inside you, mommy. i'll come for you." he babbled, voice cracking as high pitched whimpers flew from his mouth. "just for you. i'm yours" his thighs trembled as he felt your cunt convulse around him, your orgasm approaching fast.
jake's entire body tremored as he came inside of you, moaning loudly in your ear as you felt hot spurts of his milky cum fill your silky cunt. his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body shook as he continued his thrusts, overstimulating himself so he could help you cum as well.
your orgasm hit you hard as you creamed all over his dick. your body jerked in his hold, fingers grabbing at his hands that still had that strong, bruising grip on you. he was still cumming inside of you with short spurts. as he slowed his hips, a mixture of your cum and his created a white ring around the base of his cock, gushing out while he pumped into you.
you and jake panted and attempted to come down from the insane high you just had, warm and buzzing from your orgasms in each other's hold. he absentmindedly pressed shaky kisses along your neck and face, his sticky skin hot against yours. you weren't looking at his face, but you could tell that his mind was numb from the strong orgasm.
he faintly whimpered while he slowly pulled his pulsing cock out of you and set your leg down. you sighed at the emptiness, feeling the thick gooey cum spill out of your cunt, soiling the sheets beneath.
outside the sky staretd to lighten and the sound of birds tweeting melded with you sweet sighs of ease and bliss. jake moaned and nuzzled into you, pulling as close as possible to him.
"are you sleepy now, baby?" you softly laughed and lied on your back, jake quickly finding his place on top of you with his face in your chest. feeling his droopy eyelashes flutter on your collarbone, he nodded. "it's almost sunrise now, we'll have to get up pretty soon."
he squeezed your hip firmly "who says we're getting up?" he paused for a moment before lifting his head, his hair tustled and damp and his face exhausted from the intense sex you just had. "wait. did i say... something weird earlier?"
you ran your fingers through his hair, nails scratching his scalp, tugging on it and shaking his head. "what do you mean, yunie?"
he quickly shook his head and buried his head into you again. "nevermind. i thought i said something weird…" you could hear the embarrassment in his mumbling, rugged voice.
"what's wrong?" you gently raised his head up by his hair, making him wince as he let you "it looked like you really liked calling me mommy"
a shaky breath left him then a weak moan as you felt his now soft dick twitch on your thigh. "mn fuck… i didn't even realize i said that in the moment." he sheepishly smiled, hoping you would forget he called you that ever "i'm sorry, you just felt so good."
playing with his hair, you cooed in his ear "it's okay, baby. in fact, i really really liked it." you bit your lip and smiled as you watched his expression, his eyes looking up at you from your chest. his pupils dilated a little and you felt his heart skip a beat. "…and i definitely wouldn't mind if you called me that more often."
he kissed the curve of your breast, eyes never leaving you "okay, i will…mommy." despite himself, he smiled and delicately nipped at your skin, leaving faint marks. "sorry for disturbing your sleep. you seemed so tired from work… and i was just being horny."
"it's fine, jakey i got plenty of rest. and we still have some time to sleep… or do something else." his sleepy eyes shot to you, astonished that you would even suggest going for a second round.
trailing kisses on your body, he simply held you tighter and whined. "baby, that felt like three fucking rounds just now and you're not tired?" you shook your head no, reminding him that while he was tossing and turning, you had been deep in dreamland.
he lay on his back, smirking amusedly with his eyes closed. "come sit on my face then, mommy."
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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖✽//an: i kinda hate how short this is… and there's some mistakes sigh.
warnings - smut (mdni 18+), p in v, needy!jake, taking it from behind, jake covers her mouth, semi!public sex, bathroom sex, needy sex, bedroom sex, loud sex, reader gets REALLY loud when they go to the bed, jake is really really needy at first then reader gets needy, i can't think of anything else
word count - 1.9k
💌 ask claudia - this is my first fic, ive been gatekeeping it for a while but it's finally finished... wish me luck
The yacht cut smoothly through the dark water as the evening stretched on, its lights reflecting off the waves while the long table on the main deck remained filled with laughter and the clink of glasses.
Jake sat at the head, his employees gathered around him in their finest attire, discussing the latest collections and upcoming campaigns. You occupied the seat beside him in your fitted dress, aware of every shift in his posture and the way his eyes kept drifting toward you even as he answered questions from his team.
The main course arrived, plates arranged with precision, yet Jake's attention had already begun to slip. His hand found your thigh beneath the tablecloth, fingers pressing with increasing insistence as the conversation continued around you. He leaned in close, his voice low enough that only you could hear. "Come with me."
He stood without drawing attention, offering a polite excuse to the group before guiding you away from the table. His grip on your wrist remained steady as he led you along the narrow corridor and into the small guest bathroom tucked away from the main areas.
The door shut behind you both with a soft click, sealing the two of you inside the cramped space barely large enough for one person to turn around comfortably.
Jake turned you to face the small mirror above the sink. His chest pressed against your back as one hand rose to cover your mouth completely, palm warm and firm.
"Stay quiet," he murmured against your ear. His other hand moved to the zipper of your dress, drawing it down slowly until the fabric slipped from your shoulders and pooled at your feet.
He worked methodically, removing your bra next and then your panties, leaving you bare in the confined space. His fingers traced over your exposed skin in slow, reassuring strokes. "Breathe through your nose. I've got you."
He freed his cock, already hard and heavy, and positioned you so that you bent forward over the tiny sink. The angle brought your bodies close, forcing him to work within the limited room. He nudged your thighs apart with his knee and pushed inside you in one deliberate, unhurried thrust.
Your muffled sound vibrated against his palm as he filled you completely. "Shhh, good girl," he whispered, his hips beginning a measured rock. "Take it. Nice and easy."
Each movement stayed controlled despite the urgency building in him. His free hand rested on your hip, stroking in steady circles while he ground deeper with each pass. The bathroom walls left little room for anything beyond this close, grinding rhythm, yet he maintained the pace with care. "You're doing so well. So tight around me. Just like that."
His hand stayed locked over your mouth, catching every sound you made as he worked himself in and out. His breathing grew heavier against your neck, but his touch never lost its gentleness even as his need drove him forward.
Minutes passed in the small space, the only sounds the soft wet slide of his cock and the faint creak of the sink under your weight. He adjusted his stance slightly, angling deeper without increasing speed, letting the confined quarters dictate the slow, steady friction.
"Almost there," he breathed, voice tight with restraint. His fingers tightened on your hip in reassurance as he continued the careful thrusts, drawing out the moment until his own release built to its peak.
Jake came with a low, controlled groan, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he held you steady against the sink. He stayed pressed close for several long seconds, letting the aftershocks pass while his hand remained over your mouth.
When he finally pulled out, he reached for a towel and cleaned you with gentle, thorough strokes, wiping away the evidence of what had just happened. "There we go. All taken care of."
He helped you step back into your dress, fastening the zipper and smoothing the fabric over your body. Your hair stayed slightly mussed and your cheeks flushed, but he adjusted what he could before opening the door.
The two of you returned to the dining deck without drawing extra notice. Jake's employees glanced up briefly but quickly returned to their conversations, the weight of his authority keeping any questions unspoken. He pulled out your chair once more, his hand resting possessively on your lower back as you sat.
The meal continued around you, the secret of the cramped bathroom encounter remaining between the two of you alone.
The dinner continued, but the atmosphere had shifted for you. While the conversation around the table flowed with the usual corporate polish, you felt the lingering heat of Jake inside you and the ghost of his palm against your lips.
Every time you shifted in your seat, the friction of your dress against your sensitive skin reminded you of exactly what had happened only minutes prior.
Jake was the picture of composure- he engaged with his lead designer, gesturing with a wine glass as he discussed the autumn palette, but his hand never left your lower back. His thumb traced slow, deliberate circles against your spine, a possessive claim that signaled to you—and only you—that you were still under his complete control.
As the dessert course was served, Jake leaned in, his shoulder brushing yours. "You're shaking, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a low vibration that sent a shiver straight to your core. "Are you still feeling the effects of our little break?"
You tried to offer a small nod, but your breath hitched. The risk of being discovered, combined with the lingering intensity of his dominance, had left you in a state of floating vulnerability. He noticed the way your chest rose and fell rapidly, and a small, knowing smirk played on his lips. He didn't move his hand; instead, he slid it slightly lower, his fingers grazing the top of your buttocks beneath the fabric of your dress.
"I think we've spent enough time on business for one evening," Jake announced to the table, his voice regaining that commanding, CEO tone that brooked no argument. "Thank you all for your hard work. Please, enjoy the remaining refreshments and the view. My assistant will coordinate your transport back to the docks in the morning."
The employees rose, offering their gratitude and compliments on the evening. As the group dispersed toward the lounge area of the yacht, Jake didn't let you move. He stood, his hand gripping your waist firmly, pulling you flush against his side. He waited until the deck was clear of any prying eyes before he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear.
"The bathroom was a necessity, but now," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave, "I want you properly. No rushing, no hiding, and no more muffling your screams."
He led you away from the main deck, guiding you through the opulent corridors of the yacht toward the master suite. The walk felt agonizingly slow, the anticipation building with every step. When he opened the heavy mahogany doors to his bedroom, the room was bathed in the soft, golden glow of recessed lighting, the massive bed centered in the room with silk sheets that looked invitingly cool.
The moment the door clicked shut, the "gentle" facade of the dinner party vanished, replaced by a raw, hungry intensity. Jake didn't waste time. He spun you around, pinning you against the closed door. His hands moved to your throat—not to choke, but to hold you steady, his thumb pressing into the soft dip of your neck.
"Look at me," he commanded.You looked up into his eyes, seeing the predatory hunger there. He didn't wait for a response before his mouth crashed onto yours, the kiss deep and demanding, tasting of expensive wine and desperation. His hand slid down from your neck, ripping the zipper of your dress down once more with a sharp, decisive tug. The fabric fell away, leaving you exposed in the dim light of the suite.
He stepped back for a moment, his gaze raking over your body, lingering on your flushed chest and the way your legs trembled. "You were such a good girl in that bathroom," he praised, his voice thick. "So quiet. So obedient. Now, I want to see exactly how much you missed me while we were pretending to be professional."
He gripped your hips and hoisted you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carried you the short distance to the bed, dropping you onto the silk sheets with a soft thud. He stripped out of his suit with efficient movements, tossing his jacket and shirt aside until he stood over you, hard and imposing.
He crawled over you, his weight pressing you deep into the mattress. He didn't go for your center immediately; instead, he began to map your body with his tongue, licking a path from your collarbone down to your breasts, swirling his tongue around your nipples until they were peaking hard. You arched your back, a loud moan escaping you—a sound you had been forced to swallow earlier.
"That's it," he groaned against your skin. "Let me hear you. No one is listening now."He moved lower, his fingers parting your folds, finding you already soaking wet from the anticipation. He slid two fingers inside you, mimicking the rhythm he'd used in the bathroom, but this time it was faster, more aggressive. He watched your face, savoring the way your eyes rolled back and your breath came in jagged gasps.
When he finally positioned himself, he didn't slide in slowly this time. He gripped your thighs, pinning them back toward your shoulders, and drove into you with one powerful, deep thrust that filled you to the brink. You cried out, the sound echoing in the quiet room, your fingers clawing at the silk sheets.
Jake groaned, his forehead resting against yours, his breathing heavy and synchronized with yours. He began to move, his pace relentless and demanding, driving into you with a force that made the entire bed shift. Every thrust was a claim, a reminder that while he was the CEO to the world, here, in the privacy of his suite, he was your absolute master.
"You're mine," he gasped, his voice strained with pleasure. "Every inch of you... mine."
He continued to hammer into you, the friction building into an unbearable heat. He reached down, his thumb finding your clitoris and rubbing in a tight, fast circle as he continued to fuck you deep. The double stimulation was too much; you shattered first, your internal muscles clamping tight around him in a series of violent spasms.
The feeling of your orgasm triggered his own. Jake let out a guttural roar, his body stiffening as he delivered several final, deep lunges, emptying himself inside you with a force that left you both breathless and spent.
He collapsed on top of you, his heart drumming against your chest. For a long time, neither of you spoke, the only sound the distant lap of the ocean against the hull of the yacht. Eventually, he shifted, rolling to the side but keeping you tucked firmly against his chest, his arm draped possessively over your waist.
"Tomorrow," he whispered, kissing your temple, "you're staying in my office all day. I think we have a lot more 'business' to attend to."
synopsis: you're moving into your college apartment when a handsome guy helps you with your heavy boxes on the stairs. He turns out to be Jay, your older neighbor — a lawyer who quickly becomes part of your new life. He listens to you ramble for hours but never offers much about himself, and you tell yourself it's fine, that everyone has boundaries. Being with him feels too right to question, so you let yourself fall anyway, completely lost in him and blind to what's right in front of you until it's too late.
includes: student!reader x lawyer!jay, age gap (not specified), neighbors to lovers (?), lots of domestic fluff mixed with rough sex, slow-burn buildup before the smut, explicit sexual content (mdni), big dick jay, size kink (emphasis on thickness, length, belly bulge, stretching, etc.), cockwarning, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, praise kink, multiple orgasms, spitting in mouth, overstimulation, oral (f. & m. receiving), fingering, riding, missionary, spooning sex, car sex, doggy, spanking (punishment), manhandling, dirty talk, nipple play, soft dom!jay, brief mean dom jay, aftercare, pet names (princess & baby).
wc: 19.2k ─ a/n: ngl i'm so insecure about this... it took me forever to finish because i was running out of creativity and kept giving up, but i finally did it! really hope you guys like it anyways. i'd really appreciate any feedback! happy reading <33
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You have been waiting for this moment for months, even years. You are finally moving out. It is because of college, but still, it is a new beginning far from home — a brand-new chapter in your own space. A mix of excitement and nervousness settles in your chest, because living alone requires a lot of responsibility, and you are not sure if you are ready to handle it all.
For the past five minutes, you have been staring at the mountain of boxes crammed into the trunk and backseat of your car like a game of Tetris. You are wondering how you are going to carry so many boxes up to the third floor where your apartment is. With a deep breath, you finally grab one of the boxes, and immediately stagger under its weight.
"Maintenance. Sorry for the inconvenience" reads the sign taped to the elevator doors.
Drops of sweat form on your temples, down the back of your neck, and pool on your spine, making your shirt stick to your skin. Of course it would be hot as hell on the day of your move, and of course the elevator wouldn't be working — talk about lucky.
You take another deep breath, hug the box against your chest, and begin climbing the stairs slowly, careful not to lose your balance.
Your arms are trembling and your breathing is almost as heavy as the box by the time you finally reach the first floor, forcing you to set it down for a moment to rest. But just as you pick it up again, mentally preparing for the next flight of stairs, the sound of footsteps coming down from above catches you off guard.
A man is coming down the stairs. He’s tall, wearing a button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the prominent veins on his forearms. His jaw is sharp — probably sharper than any knife you’ve ever seen. He looks so put-together that you suddenly feel embarrassed by your sweaty face and disheveled state.
Seeing you, he stops immediately, his eyebrows furrowing with mild concern. "Whoa. Let me help you with that." His voice is low and smooth, the kind of voice that sends a shiver down your spine before you can stop it.
You blush, heat rising from your neck to your cheeks. "Oh, you don’t have to. I can manage—"
"I insist," he replies gently, waiting with his hands hovering, giving you the choice. You let him take the box, and the relief is immediate — your arms practically sing in gratitude. He lifts it as if it weighs nothing, cradling it against his chest with just one arm — the same box you were struggling to carry with both. "I’m Jay, by the way."
You quickly wipe the sweat from your forehead and try to fix your hair because you want to look at least a little presentable for the incredibly good-looking man helping you. "Thank you so much. I’m y/n. I’m moving in today, to apartment 3B."
Jay’s expression softens, and a warm smile spreads across his face. "3B? That’s interesting. I live right next door, in 3A." He nods toward the stairs. "Looks like we’re neighbors." He gestures ahead. "After you."
You both climb the remaining stairs together and your heart still pounding. You can’t tell if it’s from the physical effort earlier or from his company. Because of the nerves, the words start tumbling out before you can stop them.
"I’m starting college this week. I got accepted and everything, and I was so excited when I found this apartment. It’s the first time I’ve ever lived away from home, so I’m really thrilled… but also kind of terrified? Like, what if I get lost on campus? What if my classes are way harder than I expected? I brought way too much stuff, I’m kind of attached to my things, you know?" You let out a breathless laugh. "Sorry, I’m probably talking too much. I get really chatty when I’m nervous."
Jay glances at you as you walk, the box still balanced effortlessly in his arms. He doesn’t look annoyed — in fact, he seems amused, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You’re not talking too much. It’s a big change, but you’re doing great."
You bite your lower lip, watching him as you climb. There is something intriguing about him that sparks your curiosity. "And you? Are you a student too, or…?"
He chuckles softly, shaking his head. "No, I’ve already graduated. I work at a company downtown." He says it casually, offering no further details — which only makes you even more curious.
You reach the landing of the second floor and have to stop to catch your breath, while Jay doesn’t even seem slightly winded — it’s honestly impressive. "My parents helped me pack my bags, but they’re hours away now. It’s exciting, though. New city, new people. I just hope I don’t ruin everything."
"You won’t," Jay says gently. "Everyone feels like that at the beginning. The nervousness is normal. Besides, you seem like you have a good head on your shoulders. You’ll find your rhythm." He sets the box down carefully in front of your door. "Ready for another round?"
The words hit you like a spark. "Ready for another round." And before you can help it, your mind immediately drifts, imagining Jay on top of you, his strong body pressing you into the mattress, that same low voice murmuring the question against your neck while his hands pinned your wrists above your head. Heat flooded your face and settled lower in your belly.
You quickly shake your head, trying to push the thought away, desperately hoping your blush isn't too obvious. "Yes, let's do it."
He carries the rest of the boxes for you, going up and down the stairs multiple times. Meanwhile, you keep rambling nonstop about what you are studying, where you are from, and how you are feeling about this new phase of your life. He listens as if he genuinely cares, and even though you can’t quite place the age difference between you two, you feel surprisingly comfortable with him.
When the last box finally makes it through the door, you stand in the hallway with a grateful smile. "Thank you so much, Jay. Honestly. I don’t know what I would have done without you."
"Glad I could help. Moving is a big step. If you need anything else, I’m right next door." With that, he returns to his own apartment, leaving you surrounded by a sea of boxes that will clearly take hours to unpack.
A few days pass. You unpack — not everything, just the most important things. Your first classes are overwhelming. You get lost twice, accidentally walk into the wrong lecture hall, and sit through an entire lecture on quantum physics before realizing your mistake. But as embarrassing as it was, that mistake ended up leading you to a guy named Jake, who turned out to be incredibly nice and cute.
Now you are standing outside Jay’s door with a plate of cupcakes in your hands, ready to properly thank him for helping you with the move. The thing is, you can’t really bake; you tried making the cupcakes yourself but ended up burning the batch, so you had to go to the bakery on the corner to buy a box of them instead. They look a bit too professional, but since he doesn't know about your complete lack of kitchen skills, you're confident he won't suspect a thing — especially since you took them out of the box and arranged them nicely on a plate just to be extra safe.
You knock on his door, your heart pounding hard in your chest. He opens it a moment later, and his face lights up when he sees you. "Hey, neighbor," he says, leaning against the doorframe. "How are classes going?"
"Good," you reply, pushing the plate forward with a little too much force. "Great, actually. I only got lost twice today, which is an improvement." Your smile widens. "I brought these for you. For helping me with the move. I made them myself."
He looks at the cupcakes, then back at you, this time raising an eyebrow. "You made these?"
"Yes," you say, nodding firmly with your chin held high, trying to look confident. "From scratch. All by myself. I’m pretty good at baking."
He picks up one of the cupcakes and examines it, narrowing his eyes as he brings it closer to his face. You feel your determination starting to crumble.
"Really?" he asks with a smile, clearly testing how long you will keep up the lie. "From scratch?"
You hold his gaze for three whole seconds before you look away in embarrassment. Your shoulders drop and your face turns as red as a tomato. "Okay, fine. I bought them at the bakery on the corner. I took them out of the box so you would think I’m a functional adult who knows how to bake." You laugh at yourself. "I tried making them the other day, Jay. I set off the smoke alarm. I’m a danger to this entire building."
He throws his head back and laughs — not mocking you, but with a genuine, warm laugh that makes you feel less embarrassed about pretending you had baked the cupcakes. "Oh my God, you actually burned them?"
"I once burned noodles. I’m a total disaster in the kitchen."
He steps aside, still smiling, and gestures for you to come in. "Alright, come in. I’ll split one of these ‘homemade’ cupcakes with you. It’s the least I can do for someone who put so much effort into the task."
Your mom’s voice whispers in the back of your mind: "Don’t talk to strangers and definitely don’t go into their apartments, sweetheart." But is he really a stranger? He is your neighbor who carried all your boxes without complaining, and the way he stands there holding the plate of cupcakes with that smile makes you not hesitate at all.
You follow him inside. He leads you to the kitchen, grabs two small plates, and carefully unwraps a vanilla cupcake, splitting it in half before sliding one piece toward you.
"Have a seat," he says, pointing to the stool by the kitchen island.
"So, you mentioned you work downtown? What exactly do you do?" you ask as you sit down.
"I’m a lawyer," he replies, taking a bite of his half and nodding in approval. "Good choice of bakery, by the way."
You laugh, biting into yours. "A lawyer. That makes a lot of sense. You have this… I don’t know how to say it without sounding weird, but you have this organized vibe. Like you’re really good at arguing without even raising your voice."
His smile widens. "People have definitely told me that before that I have a ‘courtroom voice.’ It’s just my normal voice, only lower and slower. People tend to listen when you don’t yell."
"You’ll have to show me someday. If I ever get in legal trouble, I’ll know exactly who to call."
"Please don’t get in legal trouble. But if you do, I’m your guy."
The conversation flows just as easily as it did on moving day, and before you know it, you’re venting about your annoying professor, how massive the campus is, and all the times you’ve already managed to get lost. Between all the talking, the cupcakes completely disappear, leaving the coffee he made to sit cold and barely touched in your mug. There’s just something about him that instantly puts you at ease.
Despite the age gap, he never talks down to you or makes you feel small, which makes talking to him completely effortless. It’s just so comforting to have someone around who listens to you with that much care and attention — especially when he happens to be incredibly good-looking, leaving you totally hooked since the very first day.
As he walks you to the door when you finally get up to leave, he snatches a pen and a post-it note to scribble something down. Before you know it, he’s pressing the paper into your palm, his fingers brushing lightly against yours and sending a sudden warmth to your cheeks as he says, "Here’s my number, in case you ever need anything."
"Thank you," you say, smiling a little too wide.
He nods. "Anytime. Seriously. Don’t be a stranger."
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The grocery bags dig painfully into your fingers as you stand in the lobby, staring at the elevator doors that are still under maintenance. You look at them as if a miracle might happen — maybe if you stare for one more second, God will take pity and finally fix it. Nothing happens, of course, which makes you let out a long sigh of frustration. It has been days since you moved in and the elevator is still not working.
Your arms already hurt from carrying way too many bags. You definitely should have made two trips, but stubbornness won.
Reaching the second floor is pure torture; your arms are burning, those plastic handles are digging right into your palms, and the bags keep swinging awkwardly against your legs. Trying to stop and adjust your grip only makes things worse, to the point where you're seriously considering just sitting right there on the stairs and crying.
You finally collapse against the wall at the third-floor landing, letting the bags slide to the floor just to catch your breath. Right then, the door to 3A clicks open and Jay steps out — perfectly dressed for work with that annoyingly handsome lawyer look that instantly makes your stomach do a little flip.
He sees you immediately. For a second, his eyes take in the whole scene — your flushed face, the many overloaded bags, and the way you are leaning against the wall breathing heavily. A light, amused laugh escapes him. It is not mocking, just genuinely entertained, as if he expected nothing less from you.
"Carrying heavy stuff again?" he asks, walking toward you. "You really don’t learn, do you?"
Before you can even open your mouth to protest, he is already reaching for the bags, picking them all up at once as if they weigh absolutely nothing. His strong arms support the weight so effortlessly that his biceps press against the fabric of his dress shirt, making it completely impossible for you not to stare.
He turns and walks toward your door, carrying everything like it is nothing.
At your doorstep, Jay sets all the bags down carefully against the wall and turns to face you. His expression is calm, almost unreadable, but there is something more in it. You understand it the moment he starts speaking in a gently scolding tone. "You really shouldn’t carry so much at once," he says, crossing his arms. "It’s not safe and it’s clearly too heavy for you. Make two or three trips next time. Look at your hands, they’re all red. You were hurting yourself. Why? Because you’re way too stubborn, huh?"
You glance down at your palms, and they are red where the plastic handles dug in. "I was fine," you say, though even you do not believe it. "I almost made it."
"Don’t be stubborn."
"You sound exactly like my dad," you reply, crossing your arms to mimic him. "He’s always telling me I’m too stubborn for my own good."
Jay’s lips curve into a small smile. "Because you really are," he says with so much certainty that you cannot even argue back. "I’m serious. Next time, make multiple trips or just text me. I’d rather help than watch you struggle like that."
There is a protective tone in his voice that makes your cheeks warm with a mix of embarrassment and something else stirring low in your stomach. He is lecturing you like a child, but somehow it sounds kind of hot coming from him.
Then he glances at the grocery bags again. Now that the scolding is over, he seems to actually pay attention to what is inside them. He picks one up and looks inside — it is full of frozen meals, instant noodles, ultra-processed food, and canned goods. "Look, I know you’re in college now, but that doesn’t mean you have to live on processed food. It’s quick, sure, but you need real fresh stuff, not just things that come out of a can. Eating like this long-term isn’t good for you. You could get sick."
You blink, caught off guard by the extra lecture. He is fully in dad-mode now, and there is something strangely attractive about how seriously he takes it, like he is genuinely worried about you. "Okay, okay. I get it… I already told you I’m a disaster in the kitchen, so I just grabbed whatever is easiest so I don’t starve."
Jay’s expression softens a little. "I’m not trying to scold you. I just know how easy it is to fall into bad habits when you’re living on your own for the first time." He pauses and adds in a gentler voice, "If you ever need help in the kitchen, you know where to find me. I’m not exactly a chef, but I know how to make real meals."
Your mind wanders again because you can’t help it — you picture him in your kitchen, standing right behind you while teaching you how to cook, his hands guiding yours, the warmth of his body against your back…
"I’ll try to do better, I swear. Thanks for helping again. I think I owe you something now. How about brownies as a thank you this time?"
Jay shakes his head, chuckling softly. "You don’t owe me anything. Just be more careful next time." He glances at the heavy bags one more time. "Need help carrying these inside?"
You shake your head quickly. "I can handle it from here. I bet you’re busy, you look like you’re heading to work."
He checks the watch on his wrist. "Yeah, I have a meeting soon, but the offer stands anytime." Before turning to leave, he gives you one last firm look. "Take care of yourself."
After he leaves, you drag the bags inside, one half first and then the other, just like Jay suggested.
That night, you are sprawled on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when you open your contacts. You saved Jay’s number, of course, but you have been telling yourself you don’t need to text him. It is an emergency-only number, but then you think about him carrying your groceries, the effortless way he took them from you, and the gentle scolding in his voice. Before you can overthink it, you are already typing a message to him.
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It is already past midnight and you have been staring at the same page of your textbook long enough for your vision to blur. Your brain has officially given up — it is impossible to absorb a single word more after hours of studying.
You are about to slam the book shut to take out your stress on it and drag yourself to bed when a soft knock sounds at the door. Your heart jumps slightly because you were not expecting anyone, especially not at this hour.
Another knock.
You get up slowly, stretching your sore muscles, and walk to the door. When you open it, Jay is standing there, looking different tonight without his formal work clothes and lawyer posture. He is wearing a simple white t-shirt, gray sweatpants, and is barefoot. He looks relaxed, holding a bottle of red wine — as if he made the sudden decision to knock on your door and came straight over without even putting shoes on.
"Hey," he says, his low voice making your stomach flip. His eyes scan over you, taking in your tired face, messy hair, and pajamas. Something in his expression softens.
"Hey," you reply softly, matching his tone.
"Hey," he repeats, then laughs when he realizes what he just did.
"Hey," you answer again, this time with a small smile. "You already said that."
"I know." He laughs again, shaking his head. "I just… it’s late."
"Very late."
"I know." He lifts the bottle slightly. "I bought this earlier today but… it’s no fun drinking alone."
You look at the wine, then back at him. The way he is standing there — messy hair, ridiculously handsome, and a little too soft — makes going back to bed suddenly seem like a very stupid choice. "Are you inviting me to drink with you?"
"I’m asking if you want to take a break. From everything."
The way he looks at you with those inviting eyes makes the decision easy, but you decide to tease him first. "I don’t usually drink with strangers."
"We’re not strangers," he says, his voice soft. Your teasing does not seem to faze him.
"We’re not exactly friends either," you reply, tilting your head and studying his reaction.
The corner of his mouth lifts into a small, almost lazy smile. "Then let’s change that."
You pretend to consider it for a moment, even though you were already fully committed the second you saw him at your door. "Mmm, okay. But let’s do it at your apartment. Mine is a mess."
His smile widens, crinkling the corners of his eyes. "Alright, whatever you want."
You grab your keys and follow him, also barefoot, to the door next to yours. His apartment is clean and organized as always, which makes the space feel strangely comforting. In the kitchen, he pours two glasses of wine and hands you one, his fingers brushing against yours for half a second and sending a spark through your body.
"Cheers," he says, raising his glass.
"Cheers," you repeat, gently clinking your glass against his.
You take a sip and let out a small, involuntary hum of appreciation — it is much better than you expected, probably the most expensive wine you have ever tasted. He gestures toward the living room. "Come on, let’s sit," he says, leading the way to the couch. You follow and settle onto his couch, trying to look more relaxed than you actually feel.
"This is nice," you say, taking another sip.
He sits on the other end of the couch — close enough to talk comfortably, but far enough to be polite. "It’s just wine." He takes a sip, watching you over the rim of his glass.
"I mean relaxing… not thinking about classes for the first time."
He nods, understanding. "You think about classes a lot."
"It’s pretty much my entire life right now," you admit with an awkward little laugh, taking another sip.
"I remember going through that too. Everything revolving around exams, assignments, and exhausting responsibilities."
You tilt your head, studying him. "You make it sound like ancient history."
"Sometimes it feels like it." He takes a sip, not breaking eye contact. "I still remember when I was in college. I used to think a bad grade would ruin everything." A dry laugh escapes him as he shakes his head. "There’s so much pressure."
Suddenly you find yourself wanting to know more about him, drawn by the experienced tone in his voice and posture. The wine is already loosening your tongue, so you ask. "How old are you, anyway?"
A small, playful smile appears on his lips. "I’m old enough."
You narrow your eyes, trying to hold back a smile. "That’s not an answer."
"It’s the only one you’re getting." He takes another sip.
"That’s annoying," you say, leaning forward slightly and resting your elbows on your knees.
"Maybe I am annoying." He shrugs, but there is a sparkle in his eyes that tells you he is enjoying this.
"You’re avoiding the question," you accuse, pointing a finger at him.
"I’m protecting my privacy."
"From what? Your neighbor?" You laugh, raising an eyebrow.
"Especially from my neighbor."
You pout, pretending to be hurt. "Fine. Keep your secrets."
"Everyone has secrets," he says, his voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone.
"I don’t." You are not even sure why you say it. Maybe it is the wine, or the way he is looking at you right now.
"Everyone does." He holds his ground. "You have secrets too."
Your pulse quickens. "I don’t."
"Yes, you do."
You swallow hard. The air between you feels thicker now, charged with something you can’t quite name. You shift slightly on the sofa and notice how easy it would be to reach out and touch him. "So you have a lot of secrets, huh?" you ask, curious.
"Yes. Quite a few."
"Like what?" you press, wanting to see what he will give you.
"If I told you, they wouldn’t be secrets anymore." His lips curve into a slow, almost predatory smile.
"Touché." You raise your glass in an ironic toast, making him laugh.
A comfortable but heavy silence settles between you for a moment, thick with tension as you exchange glances and take slow sips. The wine is definitely doing its job — making your words come out slower, your laughter easier, and your body warmer.
"How old are you?" he asks, breaking the silence.
You blink, caught off guard. "Me?"
"Yes, you." He leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. "You asked me, so I’m asking you back."
You smile, deciding to play his game. "I’m old enough."
A low, surprised laugh escapes him — rich and genuine. "That’s my line."
"I know." You take another sip to hide your smile.
"You stole my line."
You just shrug. "I borrowed it."
"That’s not how borrowing works."
"Yes, it is."
He laughs again. "You’re impossible."
"Am I? What else?" You raise an eyebrow, challenging him.
"You’re something," he says, his voice dropping again.
"What?" You are not sure what he means by that.
"I don’t know yet." He keeps his eyes fixed on you. "But I’m figuring it out."
You feel your cheeks heat up and take another sip of wine to try to hide your reaction. Jay, however, keeps watching you, and you can tell he noticed.
"You know what I’ve noticed?" By now your voice is a little slurred, so you have to be careful with the words that come out of your mouth.
"What?" His wine glass is almost empty. He sets it on the coffee table and turns all of his attention to you.
You lean back on the couch, turning to face him more directly. Your knee brushes against his thigh, but neither of you pulls away. "You don’t talk much about yourself."
He tilts his head, frowning slightly. "Don’t I?"
"No. You listen, but you don’t share. Like, you’re dodging right now. You give answers, but you don’t really answer."
"Well, I’m trying to protect myself," he says simply.
"Protect yourself from what?" You lean forward, genuinely curious now.
"From getting too attached." The words are honest, and you definitely were not expecting them.
You stare at him, your hand frozen halfway to taking another sip. "From what?"
"To you." His voice is almost a whisper, making your pulse race and your skin flush.
"Why would you get too attached to me?"
He stays silent for a moment, his eyes tracing over you as if he wants to memorize every detail. "Because it’s easy to get attached to you."
"No, it's not," you say, shaking your head as a small, incredulous laugh escapes you.
"It is." His voice is gentle but firm, leaving no room for argument. "You just don’t see it."
You look away, feeling your entire body grow warmer. "You’re dodging again."
"I’m being honest." He leans forward slightly, and you can smell him now — a masculine scent mixed with the light sweetness of the wine.
You set your glass on the coffee table and turn to face him completely, the wine making you bolder. "You’re giving me half-answers. You’re telling me just enough to make me curious, but not enough."
He stays quiet for a moment, thinking. "What do you want to know?"
You hold his gaze. "Something real. Truly honest."
Silence stretches between you, thick with something heavy and suffocating that you can't quite name. Then he whispers, "I think you’re beautiful."
Your breath catches, and for a second you are not sure you heard him correctly. "That’s not—" you begin, but he interrupts you.
"It’s honest."
"You can’t just say that," your voice barely comes out as a whisper.
"I just did." His gaze doesn’t leave yours for even half a second.
"It’s too… direct."
"You asked for it." He says it simply, like it is the most natural thing in the world.
"You’re a tease," you say, not sure if you are complaining or not.
"Wait until you find out what else I am. You want to know me? Then make sure you’re ready."
You do not know what to say or what to do, so you look away, your face burning.
When he finally walks you to your door, you are a little unsteady on your feet. He steadies you with a gentle hand on your waist, and the touch is enough to send shivers through your body. "I’m fine," you murmur, even though you are swaying slightly.
"You’re drunk," he says, smiling at your messy state.
"I’m a little tipsy," you reply, giving him a blurry-eyed look.
"You’re drunk."
"It’s the same thing," you mutter dismissively.
"No, it’s not." He is looking at you with that warm, steady gaze that makes your knees feel weak.
You smile, light and tipsy. "Yes, it is."
At your door, you miss the lock twice. He laughs softly before helping you. "Thank you," you whisper. "For this, for the wine, the company, and everything."
His lips curve into a small, warm smile. "Good night, old enough.:
You smile again — you seem to always be smiling when he is around. "Good night, old man."
You step inside, close the door, and lean against it with your heart racing and your whole body warm from the wine and his words — still smiling like an idiot.
A few minutes later, you are curled up in bed when your phone buzz on the nightstand.
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You have been tossing and turning on the mattress for what feels like hours — shifting positions, turning to the other side, but nothing helps. You can’t fall asleep — you mind refuses to stop, racing with thoughts about exams, deadlines, and the weight of all your responsibilities pressing down on your shoulders. You need air, you need to feel like you are not suffocating in that apartment, surrounded by boxes you haven't even had the time to unpack yet. There are several unfinished notes on your desk that constantly remind you that you are not doing enough, no matter how hard you try.
So you go up to the rooftop. The cool night air hits your face and lets you breathe again.
The city is an endless sea of lights — countless tiny glowing points in the darkness that remind you how small you really are. You sit on the old bench near the edge of the roof, pulling your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them like a shield.
Your thoughts slowly begin to calm as the minutes pass, and the knot in your chest loosens just a little.
Then the door creaks open behind you.
You turn quickly, your body instantly on alert and your heart racing. And there he is — Jay. He is wearing sweatpants and a black shirt, something about this casual, almost domestic look makes your heart skip a beat. He sees you immediately and stops. Surprise flashes across his face for a second before it turns into that familiar half-smile.
"Can’t sleep either?" His voice is low, almost intimate in a way that makes you shiver.
You shake your head. "I have too much on my mind right now…"
He nods as if he completely understands — and he really does. Walking toward you, he stops at a respectful distance before sitting on the bench beside you — close enough for you to feel the warmth of his body, but not so close that he invades your personal space. "Mind if I join you?"
"Not at all." You shift over a little even though there is already enough space.
He leans back, looking up at the sky, which is beautiful tonight with a full moon and stars shining brightly. The silence stretches between you. He doesn’t force conversation; he simply sits there observing the sky and the city with you. The silence is not awkward — it is actually comforting, especially when you are with him.
"I can’t sleep," you admit, breaking the silence with words that slip out before you can stop them. "I try, but my brain just won’t stop. Every time I close my eyes, I start thinking about all the things I have to do, all the things I haven’t done, and all the ways I’m probably going to mess everything up."
"What’s on your mind?" His voice is gentle and patient as always, showing that he is ready to listen.
"Everything." You let out a shaky sigh. "College, exams, being away from my family for the first time… It’s a lot. I thought I was ready, that I could handle it. But sometimes it feels like I’m drowning and I don’t know how to swim. Literally."
"I know how that feels," he says after a long moment of silence. His eyes stay fixed on yours, and there is something raw in them — something honest. "I remember feeling exactly like that. Like everything was too much and I was too small to handle it."
"You’re talking about yourself. That’s new," you say softly. "You always ask about me, but you never—"
"You already have enough on your plate," he cuts in gently.
You blink, caught off guard. "What?"
"You’re stressed about college, adjusting to a new city, and far from your family," he keeps his gaze steady on you, his expression sincere. "You don’t need to hear about my problems too."
"That’s not how it works." You shake your head as something warm and confusing blooms in your chest. "We’re supposed to share things. That’s what—" You pause, searching for the right word. "That’s what friends do."
"I don’t want to burden you when you’re already dealing with so much, and I certainly don’t want to make it worse."
You stay quiet for a moment, his words stirring something you cannot quite name — but it feels good. "That’s really… kind," you finally say.
"I try." He shrugs, a small smile playing on his lips.
The silence settles again, and you sit together quietly for a while longer. Then, out of nowhere, he tilts his head and asks, "How’s your succulent doing?"
You laugh at the unexpected question. "You’re asking about my plant?"
"I remember you mentioned it." He turns toward you — fully turning his body — with a small playful smile on his lips. "I bet you gave it a name."
You shake your head, still smiling. "I haven’t named it yet… but it’s still alive, which is honestly impressive."
"You’re supposed to water it," he says in a gently scolding tone.
"I know." You look away, feeling a little guilty about slowly killing a plant.
"But you forget." There is no judgment in his voice, only warm amusement.
"I forget." You laugh — something you always do when you are with him. "I have a lot on my mind, okay?"
"You’re a plant killer." He smiles, making you grin even wider.
"I’m not a plant killer! I’m just… forgetful. It is surviving, which is more than I can say about myself sometimes."
Something in your words changes his expression. It is still gentle, but now there is a hint of concern. "You’re doing better than you think."
You don’t know what to say, so you just look at him, with the words stuck in your throat.
"Does the succulent at least have company?" he asks after a moment, his voice light as always.
You blink, confused by the sudden question. "What?"
"Other plants, maybe some flowers, something to keep it company. Plants get lonely too."
You laugh, shaking your head. "I don’t think it gets lonely. It’s just a plant, after all."
"All living things have feelings. It definitely feels lonely," he says with so much conviction that you almost believe him.
"That’s not scientifically accurate," you reply, not entirely sure if what you are saying is accurate either.
"I never said it was." He shrugs. "I’m a lawyer. I deal with arguments, not facts."
"They’re the same thing."
"Not at all." He shifts closer to you on the bench, making sure you are listening. "Facts are objective. Arguments are subjective. I make a living turning subjective arguments into something that sounds like objective facts."
"That’s… something. And you’re so weird."
"I’m just concerned about your plant’s loneliness." His voice is incredibly serious, showing that he is taking this very seriously.
"You’re worried about my plant," you say, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, just like I worry about you."
You don’t know what to say again — Jay has a way of leaving you speechless. Your cheeks flush and you look away. "I’ve never received flowers before, anyway…" you say softly, the secret slipping from your lips.
Jay is not sure he heard you correctly. "What did you say?"
Even though you hesitate, you repeat it, louder this time. "I’ve never received flowers." You look down at your hands, fidgeting with your fingers. "I had a boyfriend before, but he was an idiot. He never did anything romantic like giving me flowers or taking me for dates."
He stays silent for a long moment, his gaze fixed on you while your heart pounds loudly in your ears. He is thinking about something — you can tell by the way his jaw tightens. "Would you want to go on one? With me."
You stop breathing the moment you hear his words and everything around you seems to freeze. "What?"
"A date. A real date where I pick you up, open doors for you, and take you somewhere nice. It doesn’t have to be romantic if you don’t want it to be. It can just be two people spending time together. Whatever makes you feel comfortable."
Your heart is beating so hard you are sure he can hear it, your mouth is dry, your palms are sweaty, and the words feel stuck in your throat again. Jay is asking you out on a date — a real date. The age gap has been on your mind since the day you met — he is a lawyer and you are still trying to figure out how to live on your own, but every interaction with him feels safe, like he truly sees you.
"Jay, I—" You stop, taking a shaky breath.
"You don’t have to answer right now," he says gently, giving you time to think.
"No, I—" You take another deep breath, and this time the words come out steady. "Yes. Yes, I want that."
His face transforms — a slow, warm smile spreads across his lips and reaches his eyes, making your stomach flip and your heart race just like always.
"Great," he says softly. "I’ll plan something."
A shy laugh escapes you as the reality of it sinks in. "What do you like to do on dates? I’m sure you’ve been on plenty."
He leans forward a little, resting his elbow on his knee. "I want to know what you like. That’s what matters right now, tell me your preferences so I can plan something good for you."
As you think for a moment, you suddenly feel embarrassed by how limited your preferences are. "I’m kind of picky, honestly. I like pasta, I hate anything too spicy, and I don’t like overly sweet desserts. Oh, and I’m not a big fan of seafood unless it’s fried. Is that too much?"
Jay listens attentively, nodding as if he is absorbing every detail. "Not at all. Being picky isn’t a problem, it actually makes it easier to get it right." He pauses, a playful glint appearing in his eyes. "You know, for someone who’s a disaster in the kitchen, you have very specific opinions, princess."
The nickname lands softly between you — affectionate and teasing, with a hint of warmth. Your breath catches, your face flushes instantly, and you lower your head to hide the redness in your cheeks and the smile forming on your lips.
"I… You can’t just say that," you murmur, looking at him through your lashes.
"Why not?" He is smiling even more now, clearly enjoying your reaction. "It suits you. You have high standards and you know exactly what you want, even if you pretend you don’t."
You cover your face with both hands for a second, peeking through your fingers. "You’re going to make me regret saying yes."
"Too late," he murmurs, his voice low and affectionate. "You already said yes."
You lower your hands and meet his gaze, your heart racing in the best possible way. Jay stands up suddenly and offers you his hand. "Come on, it’s getting late and you have class tomorrow. Let’s get you back inside before you freeze."
You take his hand — which is so much bigger than yours — and let him help you up. He doesn’t let go afterward, his fingers stay intertwined with yours as you walk together toward your floor. The elevator is no longer broken, but you both take the stairs anyway, wanting to prolong the moment a little longer.
Stopping at your door, he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear with his free hand. “I'll text you about the date,” he says softly. "We’ll pick a night that works."
You nod, still feeling a little shy about everything. "Okay… Good night, Jay."
"Good night, princess."
────────
The next day, you are more nervous than you have ever been. Every notification on your phone makes your heart skip a beat, terrified that it is Jay confirming the date. Your stomach is in knots with a mix of panic and hope, even though you want to go on this date, you are still incredibly nervous about it.
Your phone buzzes while you are in the library trying to study. "Friday at seven? I’ll take care of everything. Just be ready for a proper night out."
The words "proper night out" send a shiver through you. He is taking this seriously, treating it as something special, even though he said it didn’t have to be romantic. Still, it means something. Smiling so wide that your cheeks hurt, you text back agreeing.
When Friday finally arrives, the butterflies in your stomach refuse to calm down. In fact, they become even more restless as the time of the date gets closer. Hours before, you start getting ready — taking your time as you choose an outfit that makes you feel confident and beautiful. You spend extra time on your makeup, keeping it natural but enhancing your eyes and lips, making sure everything is perfect.
Exactly at seven, you take the elevator down. Jay had insisted on waiting outside the building instead of knocking on your door. "I want you to have the full experience," he had texted earlier, and the gesture made you smile despite your nerves. The moment you step out onto the sidewalk, you see him leaning against his sleek black car parked at the curb. He looks unfairly handsome in a tailored dark shirt and pants.
For a moment, he simply looks at you — slowly scanning from your face to your dress and back up again as his smile widens. "You look beautiful," he says, taking a step closer. "Really, truly beautiful."
Your cheeks flush quickly and a smile forms on your lips. "Thank you. You look really handsome too."
Before you can say anything else, he reaches inside the car and pulls out a beautiful bouquet of flowers. "I remembered what you said on the rooftop…"
The bouquet is perfect, wrapped so beautifully that it makes your chest tighten. "Jay…" you whisper as you reach out to take the flowers. "They’re beautiful. I don’t even know what to say."
Without thinking, you give him a grateful hug. His arms wrap around you immediately, one hand resting on your lower back while the other gently caresses the nape of your neck. "You don’t have to say anything. Just enjoy tonight. That’s all I want."
When you pull away, still smiling widely, he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear and asks, "Ready to go, princess?"
You nod, holding the flowers like a lifeline. He opens the car door for you, waiting until you are settled before closing it gently. When he slides into the driver’s seat, he looks at you with a playful smile. "Seatbelt, please. Safety first."
You laugh and buckle up. "Such a gentleman."
"Only for you."
The drive starts peacefully, soft music playing in the background as you talk. He asks about your day and teases you lightly when you admit that you spent half of your class daydreaming about tonight and that it took you forever to choose what to wear.
You can’t stop stealing glances at him — the way his hands rest easily on the steering wheel, those large hands with long fingers, and the way he looks at you at red lights as if making sure you are still real.
After a few minutes, you notice the city lights fading and buildings giving way to trees. "Where are we going?" you ask curiously, realizing he has been driving for a while — much farther than you expected. "This is pretty far from our building. Are you taking me somewhere to kill me?"
Jay laughs, keeping his eyes on the road. "I’m not going to kill you. I’m just taking you to a place I love, and I think you’ll love it too."
The drive takes about thirty minutes, but when you finally arrive, the restaurant leaves you breathless. You immediately understand why he chose it — it is cozy and elegant, with a stunning view of the city. He reserved a intimate corner table with the perfect view.
He pulls out the chair for you, and as soon as you sit down, he leans in slightly to whisper in your ear, "Relax, okay?"
The dinner unfolds perfectly. You order pasta — creamy, exactly the way you like it — and he chooses a steak dish, offering you a bite from his fork with a raised eyebrow that feels far more intimate than it should. You talk a lot, and he listens as always, head tilted and eyes focused only on you.
You tell him about the friendships you are making in college, about the strange noise your AC is making, and absentmindedly mention the doorman. "He’s nice, I think… but sometimes he looks at me like he knows something I don’t."
Jay’s expression shifts with something unreadable for half a second, but he quickly covers it with a soft chuckle. "He’s probably just in a bad mood. Or maybe he sees how much you’re distracting your poor neighbor."
You laugh. "Poor neighbor? You seem to be handling it pretty well."
His foot brushes against yours under the table. "Barely."
In the middle of the conversation, Jay’s phone buzzes on the table. He glances at it, frowns, and silences it, slipping it into his pocket.
But a few minutes later, it buzzed again. Jay sighs. "I need to take this. It’s probably an emergency with a client. I won’t be long. I’m really sorry."
"Go ahead. I’ll be here judging the dessert menu."
He leans in and gives you a quick kiss on your temple before standing up. "I’ll be right back, princess."
The casual display of affection makes your heart race as you watch him walk away. While he is gone, you take a sip of your wine, observe the people around you, and study the dessert menu.
He returns after about five minutes, sliding back into his seat with an apologetic smile. "All sorted. Where were we?"
When the check arrives, Jay pays without hesitation, even though you offered to split it. Outside, the night air is cold, so he drapes his jacket over your shoulders when he notices you shivering. Then he pulls you closer for a moment, wrapping his arms around you. "Thank you for saying yes," he murmurs against your hair.
You look up at him, smiling. "That was the best decision I’ve made in a long time."
The drive back feels shorter than the trip there, unfortunately — you wish this moment could last forever. Jay keeps one hand on the wheel and the other holding yours, his thumb tracing lazy circles that send shivers down your spine. You arrive at the building sooner than you would like, but instead of stopping at the curb, Jay drives into the underground garage.
You unbuckle your seatbelt. "Thank you, Jay. For everything, the flowers, the dinner, the evening… I had a really great time."
He turns to you, that slow smile playing on his lips. "I’m glad, princess."
You reach for the door handle, but his hand moves quickly, wrapping around your wrist and stopping you. Your breath catches at the unexpected contact. "Wait, aren’t you going to thank me properly?"
You blink, confused. "I just did? The hug outside the restaurant and just now."
Jay chuckles, and his gaze shifts into something hungrier. "That was sweet, but I was thinking of something a little more fitting for the end of a perfect night."
Without overthinking it, you lean across the console and give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thank you," you whisper again, pulling back to see his reaction.
His smile widens. "Still not enough, princess. Come here."
He cups the back of your neck and pulls you closer. The kiss starts soft, his lips meeting yours hesitantly, and you quickly melt into it, which makes him deepen the kiss while still keeping a slow, deliberate pace. His tongue traces your lower lip, and you part for him with a small sigh.
What begins as one kiss turns into many, you lose count as they grow more intense, hungry, and urgent.
Somehow, you end up climbing over the console. His hands guide your hips until you are straddling his lap in the driver’s seat. The space is tight and the steering wheel presses against your back, but you couldn't care less right now. His hands roam along your sides, sliding up your dress until they rest on your thighs, his thumbs drawing circles that make you whimper against his mouth.
You kiss him again and again, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging gently, which draws a low groan from him. That only encourages you — hips start moving on their own, pressing against the growing hardness beneath you. The friction makes you gasp, and Jay clearly loves the sight — he squeezes your thighs, encouraging your movements.
"God, you’re incredible," he whispers against your mouth between kisses. "So responsive… so perfect."
Jay pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, breathing hard. "You deserve better than this, princess. Our first time shouldn’t be in a car like a couple of impatient teenagers."
You kiss him again, more intensely, nipping at his lower lip. "I don’t care, I want you right here."
He groans, sliding his hand into your hair to pull you into another hungry kiss. "You’re so eager, princess… and so perfect grinding against me like this."
His mouth moves down to your neck, sucking lightly and drawing more whimpers from you. Your movements become restless, rubbing harder, chasing friction. "Jay…" you whisper between kisses. "I need you, please."
His hands find the hem of your dress, slowly pulling it up inch by inch with clear appreciation until he discards it onto the passenger seat. "Beautiful," he murmurs reverently as he stares at your tits. "So beautiful." He leans down, pressing hot, wet kisses along the soft skin, then his tongue circles one nipple before sucking it deeply into his mouth.
You arch your back, a moan escaping your lips. He gives the same attention to the other tit, licking, sucking, and grazing the sensitive skin with his teeth while his hand massages and caresses the first. “You taste so good,” he praises, his voice muffled. "These perfect tits in my mouth… you’re already trembling. So sensitive for me."
He kisses lower, along your sternum and ribs, then back up — worshipping every inch of you while you keep grinding against him. Your panties are soaked, and the friction against his hardness only turns you on more.
He waits until you’re trembling in his lap before he finally moves. Reaching between you, he lowers his pants and boxers just enough to free himself, and when he does, your eyes widen. He is big — thick and hard. The sight makes your mouth water and heat pool low in your belly.
Jay reaches into the glove compartment, fumbling for a condom. He tears it open and rolls it down his length with surprising skill while you watch, hypnotized and a little intimidated by his size and thickness. "You’re… really big," you say softly.
Jay notices your nervousness and caresses your cheek, trying to soothe you. "We’ll go slow, princess. I’ve got you. My good girl can take it."
He helps you shift your panties to the side, guiding you as you sink down onto him. The stretch is intense but delicious — you take him inch by inch, breathing deeply as he fills you completely, murmuring praises nonstop. "That’s it, princess… so tight, so good for me… so fucking perfect around me."
You bury your face in his neck as you sink all the way down, taking him completely until your ass is pressed firmly against his lap. "Oh God… you’re so, so big," you moan, still adjusting to the intense stretch.
The age difference flashes through your mind — he is older, more experienced, probably used to women who knew exactly what they were doing. You want to be good for him, so once you feel ready, you start moving — bouncing with almost frantic energy, desperate to please him. Your hips move and grind fast, determined.
"Easy, princess," Jay groans, gripping your hips to slow you down. "Slow… just like that. You feel incredible, but there’s no rush. I’m not going anywhere."
You moan, your cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "I just… you’ve probably been with so many others who were better at this. I want to make it good for you. I want to be the best—"
He cuts you off with a deep kiss, then pulls back to look into your eyes while still guiding your movements into a slower, deeper rhythm. "Hey, none of that. It’s just you right now, and you’re already the best, baby. Look at how perfectly you take me." He thrusts up gently to emphasize his words, drawing a moan from you. "You’re my princess."
You relax into his words and the rhythm he sets, moving your hips in deep, grinding motions instead of frantic bouncing. It feels even better this way — his thickness brushing against every sensitive spot inside you. "Like this?" you ask breathlessly, your voice shy but needy.
"Just like that," he praises, his voice rough. "So good for me. So wet… so tight. You’re perfect, listen to those pretty sounds you make."
You keep whispering to him the whole time — shy confessions and soft, breathless questions. "You feel so good, Jay… I feel so full. Does it feel good for you? Tell me if you’re enjoying it."
He groans, his hands roaming over your back, squeezing your ass, then returning to your tits so he can lick and suck them while you ride him. "I love it. I love everything you do. The way you squeeze me… the way you say my name. You’re ruining me, princess."
The pleasure builds uncontrollably, intense and overwhelming, leaving both of you sweaty and breathless. He slides a hand between you to your clit, circling it with his thumb in time with your movements. You tremble hard, moaning and gasping, telling him how close you are, how good he feels, and how much you have wanted this since the day you moved in.
When you come, your walls pulse tightly around his thickness and your body shakes as you cry out his name. Jay follows right after, holding you firmly against him as he finishes into the condom with a deep groan, murmuring endless praises. "That’s it, come for me… so beautiful giving yourself to me completely… my perfect girl."
You collapse against his chest, both of you breathing hard. He wraps his arms around you tightly, kissing your temple while his hands gently caress your back. "You okay?" he whispers after a while. "Was it too much?"
"It was perfect," you murmur, nuzzling into his neck. "Better than I imagined. Thank you for slowing me down when I got too excited. I probably embarrassed myself, right?"
He shakes his head lightly and laughs, then he gives you one last kiss on your temple and helps you climb back into the passenger seat, watching as you slip your dress back on. "Don’t forget these," he says, reaching for the bouquet.
You take it with a happy smile. "I wouldn’t dare."
He walks around the car to open your door and intertwines his fingers with yours as you walk toward the elevator. Once inside, he pulls you close and kisses you the entire way up to your floor.
"Your place tonight?" you ask against his lips.
Jay’s hand slides to your lower back, pulling you even closer. "Yes, because I’m not done with you yet. I need you in my bed. The thought of you in my sheets, smelling like me when you wake up… it drives me crazy."
The elevator doors open and he pulls you down the hallway toward his door, unlocking it effortlessly. The moment you are both inside, he takes the flowers from your hand, sets them on the counter, and turns to you with hungry eyes. "Come here," he growls, pulling you into a deep, desperate kiss. His hands cup your face first, then slide down your body. "Let me take care of you properly this time."
He leads you to the bedroom and there, he undresses you slowly, admiring and kissing every inch of exposed skin. When you are completely naked, he steps back and looks at you with pure admiration and desire. "Fuck, look at you… so perfect. Every curve, every inch… all mine tonight."
He removes his own clothes and guides you onto the bed, settling between your spread thighs. His warm palms caress them, spreading you open even more. His mouth is on you immediately, licking a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit before circling the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue, savoring you. "Mmm, already so wet," the vibration of his voice makes you gasp. "You taste so sweet, princess. Like you were made for my mouth."
You let out a shaky moan, your fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him closer. "Jay… that feels incredible. Oh God—"
He slides a finger inside you, curling it against that sweet spot while his mouth continues sucking and licking. The suction around your clit, the rhythm of his finger stroking that perfect spot deep inside — it all turns the pleasure into something deliciously overwhelming. He adds a second finger, then a third, carefully stretching you as he pumps them in and out.
Your hips move against his face as the pleasure intensifies. "Don’t stop… please, Jay, just like that," you moan, your voice breathless and desperate. He eats you out like a starving man — licking, sucking, and thrusting his fingers into you until your thighs shake around his head and you fall apart with a long, loud cry. You clench and pulse around his fingers as the orgasm crashes through you.
Jay doesn’t stop right away, he keeps licking and fingering you through it, prolonging every sensation until you are limp and panting. Only then he drags his mouth up your body, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses along your stomach, between your breasts, and up your neck. "You taste like heaven," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "I could do this all night, make you come on my tongue until you go stupid."
He grabs a condom from the nightstand and rolls it on quickly over his hard, leaking cock. You reach down, wrapping your hand around his thick, hard length — stroking him slowly, feeling the weight, the pulsing heat, tracing the veins with curiosity. "I want it raw, Jay… I need to feel you, please."
He groans deeply, his hips pushing forward into your fist. "Baby… protection first, remember? I’ll still make you feel good even with the latex between us, I promise." After kissing your forehead, he positions himself at your entrance and pushes in inch by inch, his eyes locked on yours the entire time. You feel a burning stretch as your walls slowly give way to him, every thick pulsing vein dragging against your sensitive insides. When he’s halfway in, you look down between your bodies and see the clear bulge pressing out against your lower belly.
He notices it right after and quickly slides a hand down to press against the bulge, feeling it move under his palm as he sinks deeper. "Fuck, look at that. You see how deep I am? My cock is rearranging your insides, princess. Stretching this tight pussy so you can see it from the outside."
Your hand joins his, pressing against the visible outline, feeling him move inside you from both the inside and the outside. He teases you mercilessly, thrusting slow and deep so the bulge shifts under your combined touch. "You’re taking me so well, like this pussy was made for my cock. So greedy, swallowing every inch."
He sinks the rest of the way in with a guttural groan, bottoming out completely. "Shit… so tight, so hot. You’re already milking me."
His thick cock fills you so completely that every movement presses against sensitive spots that steal the breath from your lungs. His thrusts start controlled and incredibly gentle instead of brutal force. One hand stays intertwined with yours above your head, while the other caresses your cheek, squeezes your breast, and lightly pinches your nipple before soothing it with his thumb. "You look like pure sin wrapped around me… My beautiful princess, creaming all over my cock, taking every inch like a good girl. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else."
You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Jay… it feels so good. You’re so deep, I can feel you everywhere." He leans down, capturing your lips in a messy kiss as his hips move faster in a devastating rhythm that pushes you closer and closer to the edge.
You come hard around him, your walls fluttering and clenching tightly as you cry out. He does not stop, thrusting deep and steady, prolonging your orgasm until you are shaking. "Fuck, that’s it, come on my cock, baby."
Jay follows right after, burying himself as deep as possible with a long, broken groan of your name as he cums, pulsing inside you. He stays buried deep for long moments afterwards, holding you close and covering your face, neck, and shoulders with soft kisses until both of your breathing steadies.
Eventually, he pulls out carefully, discards the condom, and returns from the bathroom with a warm, damp cloth. He cleans you both gently, murmuring more praises the entire time. "You were perfect, princess. So responsive, so beautiful when you come for me." He pulls the sheets over both of you and wraps you in his arms.
Your head rests on Jay’s chest while his fingers trace a lazy path along your spine, down to the curve of your waist. Without a word, you shift, turning onto your side. Jay follows naturally, molding his body against yours from behind in a perfect spoon. His chest presses against your back as he slides an arm around your waist, pulling you even closer. You can already feel him half-hard again against the curve of your ass, sending a fresh wave of heat through your body.
He nuzzles into the back of your neck, placing soft kisses there. "You okay?" he murmurs, his voice low and rough in the quiet room.
"More than okay," you whisper back, pressing lightly against him. "I like feeling you close like this."
Jay reaches for another condom from the nightstand. You hear the faint rustle as he puts it on, then his hand returns to your body, tenderly caressing your side and hip. He lifts your top leg slightly, hooking it over his, opening you up for him. The thick head of his cock brushes against your entrance before he pushes in slowly, inch by inch, until he is buried completely inside you.
"So good," he whispers against your neck, sliding a hand up to caress your breast. His fingers massage gently, his thumb circling your nipple until it hardens under his touch.
He starts moving — slow, deep rolls of his hips, thrusting unhurriedly so you can feel every inch of his thick cock dragging against your walls. While he fucks you, his hand on your breast never stops worshipping it — squeezing, rolling your nipple between his fingers, occasionally pinching lightly before soothing it with gentle caresses. And his mouth keeps placing open-mouthed kisses along the back of your neck, back, and shoulder.
You reach behind you, running your fingers through his hair as you move with him. "Jay… deeper like that feels so good."
His thrusts become a little deeper, but still controlled. "You take me so well every single time. Look at how perfectly you fit around me. I could stay inside you forever." His mouth finds the sensitive spot on your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark while he continues playing with your breasts — pinching, rolling, and caressing until your nipples are deliciously sore. Only then he slid his hand down to your clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. The combination of sensations is overwhelming and pushes you closer and closer to the edge. "You’re so close… I can feel you squeezing me. Come for me again, princess."
And you do. Your walls contract rhythmically around his thickness as you moan his name, your body trembling in his arms. Jay follows right after you, burying his face in your neck with a deep groan as he comes, filling the condom.
You turn your head slightly to capture his lips in a lazy kiss. "I feel so safe with you," you whisper. "And so wanted."
He stays inside you until the aftershocks fade, then carefully pulls out, discards the condom, and cleans you both once again with gentle care. He pulls the sheets up around you both and draws you back into his arms, spooning you again.
Jay’s hand rests tenderly on your stomach, tracing small circles there. You feel deeply in love and completely at peace as you start to drift off to sleep, safe in his arms.
Sunlight is already filtering through the curtains by the time you slowly wake up the next morning —.only to realize the space beside you is empty, even though the warmth of Jay’s body and the faint scent of his cologne still linger around. You stretch and sit up to look around the room, noticing one of his shirts draped over the back of a chair. Slipping it on, you pad barefoot out of the bedroom toward the kitchen, drawn by the rich aroma of coffee and food already filling the air.
Jay is at the stove, flipping eggs while a plate of toast and cut fruit waits for you on the counter. You walk up to him and wrap your arms around him from behind, pressing your cheek against his back. "Good morning."
He turns off the stove and turns around, settling his hands on your hips. His gaze softens instantly when he sees you wearing his shirt. "Good morning, princess. You look way too good in my clothes."
You laugh softly and tilt your face up, expecting a kiss. He leans in but pauses with a playful look. "Ah, but you haven’t brushed your teeth yet. No good-morning kisses until after breakfast."
You pout and dramatically pull away. "Not even a kiss on the cheek? You’re so cruel."
With a sigh, he gives in — pressing a long kiss to your cheek, then another to your forehead. Before you can say anything, he effortlessly lifts you and sits you on the edge of the kitchen counter, standing between your knees. "There. Now I can look at you properly while I finish this."
As he moves around the kitchen, your eyes wander until they stop on the refrigerator. Something catches your attention — photos are held up by magnets, but one in particular stands out: a Polaroid of Jay smiling with his arm around a woman’s shoulders. You hadn't noticed it on your previous visits to the kitchen — you had been too focused on him. "Who is that?" you ask curiously, nodding toward the fridge. "The woman in the photo with you?"
Jay glances over while sliding a plate toward you. "That’s my sister. We don’t look much alike, I know. We’re actually half-siblings."
You tilt your head, studying the photo for another second. They really do not look very similar, but that is not unusual for half-siblings. "She looks nice," you say lightly, accepting the plate he offers. "Breakfast looks delicious, by the way. You really didn’t have to."
"I wanted to," he replies, stepping between your knees and stealing a quick peck. "After last night, it feels right to take care of you this morning… and maybe every other morning too."
You smile shyly. "Speaking of last night… it was incredible. You made everything feel so good, so right. I keep replaying every part of it in my head."
He reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. "You were perfect, baby. I loved every second of it." He leans in and kisses the corner of your mouth. "You’re so beautiful when you let go for me."
"You’re going to make it really hard for me to focus in class today." You take a bite of the toast, savoring it. "Oh, by the way, I’m going out with some new friends from college tonight. They invited me to a party, it’s a chance to get to know each other better outside of class."
Jay nods, resting a hand on your thigh and stroking it lightly. "Sounds fun. Just be careful, okay? Text me when you get there and when you’re heading back."
"I will," you say, stealing another quick kiss from him. "I won’t stay out too late anyway. I have an early class tomorrow."
He picks up a piece of fruit from the plate and brings it to your mouth, brushing his fingers teasingly against your lips. "You deserve to have fun… I’ll be here if you need anything when you get back."
You stumble out of your friend’s car a little after 1 a.m., waving goodbye as you sway on your feet. You make your way toward the building entrance and suddenly remember that you promised to text Jay — which you didn’t. So you call him to let him know you arrived and are heading up. In response, he says he is waiting for you.
When you reach the third floor, Jay’s door is already open and he is waiting for you. "Heyyy," you say cheerfully, immediately wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face against his chest. "I’m back. Just like I promised."
Laughing Jay’s arms wrap around you automatically as he looks at you more closely. "You’re pretty drunk, princess. How was the party?"
"So much fun," you ramble, clinging to him tighter as he guides you inside and closes the door. "We danced, there was a shot game, and my new friends are so funny. I laughed so hard my stomach hurt." You tilt your head up, puckering your lips. "Kiss?"
Instead of a proper kiss, he gives you a quick one on your forehead. "You smell like a distillery and your shirt is soaked, what happened?"
You look down at the sticky stain on your shirt and pout. "Someone spilled on me. It’s gross. But I still want kisses, real kisses." You try to pull his face down, standing on your tiptoes. "I missed you all night. I kept thinking about you during the party… about how nice you were last night. We should do that again right now."
Jay gently holds your wrists to stop you. "Not tonight, princess. You’re drunk."
"But I want you," you beg, pressing closer, but he doesn’t give in at all. "You’re so hot, so gentle, and… big. Please?"
He shakes his head and guides you toward the bathroom. "No. Only when you’re sober and can remember everything clearly. Right now, I’m just taking care of you, okay?"
"Let’s get you cleaned up," he says gently once you reach the bathroom. Reaching for the hem of your wet shirt he carefully pulls it off, followed by the rest of your clothes.
"You’re always so gentle with me," you murmur, watching him adjust the shower temperature. "No one has ever been this gentle. I really, really like you, Jay."
He smiles softly and helps you into the shower, joining you still fully dressed so he can take care of you. Jay keeps one hand on your waist to steady you while the other runs soapy over your shoulders and arms.
The alcohol in your system makes your emotions spill out easily before you can stop them. "I think… I think I’m falling for you," you confess, your tongue loose, making your cheeks flush. "Is that crazy? It feels too fast. I know I’m younger and still figuring everything out, but being with you just feels right. You make me feel safe, wanted, and special."
Jay pauses for half a second, processing what he just heard, but then continues washing you carefully — lathering the floral-scented body wash over your skin. "This smells like… girl stuff," you say, a little curious. "Is it yours?"
He looks away for a moment before answering. "It’s my mom’s. She left some things here the last time she came to visit."
"Ah," You rest your forehead against his chest as the water runs over both of you. "I meant it, though. About falling for you. Even if it’s too soon… I can’t help it."
Jay wraps his arms fully around you under the spray of water, holding you close — voice is full of affection when he finally replies. "Hey… look at me, princess." He gently lifts your chin. "What you’re feeling… I feel it too." Softly, he kisses your forehead, then the tip of your nose. "We don’t need to rush or label anything right now. Just know that I’m here and I care about you a lot."
Even in your alcohol-fueled haze, his words calm the part of you that was worried you were moving too fast. "Really? You feel it too?"
"I do." He continues washing you carefully — your arms, your back, your sides — just taking care of you. "Being with you is easy. Natural. So let’s just enjoy it, okay? One day at a time."
Jay finishes rinsing you off and helps you out of the shower. Wrapping you in a towel he dries you gently before dressing you in one of his shirts. By the time he guides you to bed, you are already sleepy. He helps you lie down and you snuggle into the sheets, murmuring one last "I really like you" before falling asleep.
────────
The following days feel almost too good to be real.
You wake up in Jay’s bed, wrapped in his arms and wearing one of his shirts. He always wakes up before you to make breakfast and greet you with a good morning kiss and that smile that still makes your heart flutter. But on some mornings, you pull him back into bed to cuddle before classes and work, and without any argument, he makes time to make you feel loved.
When you get home from class, tired, Jay is already there to greet you cheerfully despite his own exhaustion. He texts you during the day, asking how your classes are going and reminding you to eat. When you are together, he pulls you in for slow, affectionate kisses — the kind that make your legs weak. Some nights you cook together as he tries to teach you how to make proper meals. Other nights he orders takeout and you eat on the couch while you tell him every detail of your day. He still doesn’t share much about himself, always dodging the subject, but you do not push — you don’t want to be invasive.
The sex is frequent — sometimes slow and worshipful, his mouth and hands adoring every inch of you until you are trembling and coming apart. Other times it is faster and more urgent — against the kitchen counter, in the shower, on the couch, in his home office. One night you try baking cookies together, ending up covered in flour and laughing as he kisses the mess off your cheek. Another night you start watching a movie cuddled together, but the movie is forgotten halfway through when clothes come off and he fucks you right there on the couch.
Suddenly everything feels so domestic — he now keeps an extra toothbrush for you, your notebooks are on his coffee table, and some of your clothes are scattered around his apartment. It is undeniable that you are falling deeper and deeper in love.
On a Sunday afternoon, you are studying on his couch while Jay is in his home office, working on a complicated case that demands his full attention. After hours buried in books and notes, concentrating is almost impossible. At this point, your mind keeps wandering to him without permission. When your brain finally gives up, you close the book with a dramatic sigh.
You walk down the hallway and peek into his office. Jay is sitting at his desk with his sleeves rolled up, looking unfairly attractive as he concentrates on reviewing some papers. "Jay?" you call, walking in without waiting for an answer.
He looks up, and the moment his eyes meet yours, the tension in his shoulders softens. "Hey, princess. How are the studies going?"
Boring." You take a few steps closer and don’t ask for permission — you simply climb into his lap, settling on his thighs and wrapping your arms around his neck. You leave a trail of kisses along his jaw, then his cheek and lips. "I missed you. Pay attention to me? Just for a little while?"
One of his hands rests on your waist while the other continues organizing the documents. "I’d love to, baby, but this case is a nightmare. There are documents everywhere. I’m going crazy with these."
You nuzzle into the curve of his neck and kiss him there. "You’ve been in here for hours… you deserve a break." Your hips move subtly against him, restless, the friction sending a spark through both of you. You feel him twitch beneath you, already starting to respond to your movements.
Jay’s grip on your waist tightens. "Princess…" There is a warning tone in his voice, bordering on frustration. But as you grind against him, you can feel him beginning to harden, and that gives you hope — you think he might give in.
"You’re really testing me today." He pulls you into a kiss, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck. When he pulls away, it is with a frustrated sigh.
"That's the point," you whisper, smiling proudly against his lips as you continue grinding, slower this time, feeling him get even harder.
Jay curses under his breath, gripping your hips more firmly. No matter how hard he tries to hold back, he can’t, the desire is uncontrollable. He reaches between you and unzips his pants. "Fine, but you’re going to behave." He frees his hard, throbbing cock and pulls your panties and shorts to the side. This time there is nothing between you — no latex barrier, just him.
You sink down onto him slowly, and the new sensation hits you immediately — it’s different, hotter, more intimate. Every ridge and vein is raw against your walls, the skin-to-skin contact sends a shiver through your entire body and makes you moan as you settle fully onto him. The stretch feels deeper and more overwhelming than ever.
For a moment, it feels perfect — connected, raw.
But then his hands close firmly on your hips, holding you completely still. "Don’t move," he commands, his voice noticeably deeper and rougher. "Stay just like this. No grinding, no whimpering. I’m serious."
His cock pulses hot and heavy inside you, and you can barely focus on what he said. "Jay… oh my God, you feel—"
"I said don’t move," he interrupts, repeating it more harshly this time. His free hand returns to the stack of papers while the other arm stays wrapped around your waist, keeping you in place.
At first, you try to obey — resting your head on his shoulder and breathing deeply every time his cock twitches inside you, but the longer you sit there, the harder it becomes. You let out a soft moan as your hips twitch involuntarily. "Jay… please, just let me move a little bit."
"I told you not to move. Jesus, you’re really pushing it today." The irritation is clear in every word now, and his grip on your waist tightens even more. "I have a deadline. I can’t afford to get distracted like this."
Again, you try to stay still — you really do, until frustrated tears prick at your eyes — but your body betrays you with small, involuntary movements of your hips. "I’m sorry… I can’t help it. This is driving me crazy. I need you to move, please."
Jay’s jaw is tense and his breathing comes in heavy bursts — clearly fighting the urge to thrust up into you. "You think I don’t want to? You’re so tight and wet around me right now, but I can’t. I have work to do and you’re not letting me focus." His tone grows even harsher. "Stop squirming. Be a good girl for me and just sit there.”
But you do not listen — you roll your hips again, letting out a moan as he rubs against that sensitive spot inside you. "Jesus Christ. I told you I have work and this is fucking important."
"But I missed you and this is torture. Please, please just fu-"
He cuts you off sharply. "You always miss me, always need something. Kisses, hugs, my cock, my fucking attention. You practically live here now, your things are all over my apartment, you sleep in my bed like it’s yours. Isn’t that enough attention? You know what? I need you to get off so I can actually finish this case."
The words hurt, making your chest tighten — tears of frustration turn into something heavier and spill down your cheeks. "I didn’t mean to be annoying… I just wanted to be close to you."
"Yeah, well, wanting to be close to me doesn’t magically make my deadline disappear. I’m already behind because of distractions like this." His hand on your hip tightens even more, holding you completely still, the pressure bordering on uncomfortable. "You have your own apartment right next door. Just give me a few hours alone, for once."
You stare at him in disbelief at what you just heard. Suddenly the intimate position feels humiliating — the way you are still stretched around him while he looks at you like you are nothing but am annoyance. "You want me to leave? Like this… right now"
"I’m telling you to give me some space." With no patience left, he lifts you off him, leaving you empty and trembling. "Go to your place, take a nap, study, whatever. Just let me work."
You stand there with shaky legs, wiping away your tears, feeling small, vulnerable, and unwanted. With a quiet, trembling breath, you whisper, "…Okay."
It's past 9 PM when Jay finally steps out of his office, having finished dealing with that pile of papers. The silence hangs heavy now, normally you would be humming, curled up on the couch waiting for him, or laughing at something silly on your phone. Without you, the space feels too empty. He had been rude — way too rude — and he sees that now. He owes you an apology, so he walks over to your door, but just as he is about to knock, he notices the door is not fully closed — it’s slightly ajar, allowing him to hear low murmurs of voices.
Frowning, he pushes the door open a little more and steps inside, finding a guy standing right at the entrance to your living room, putting on a jacket. The guy turns at the sound of the door, his expression quickly shifting to surprise. "Ah, hi. You must be Jay. She talks about you a lot."
He looks over the other guy’s shoulder toward the couch where you are sitting with your knees pulled up. The guy cleans his throat, sensing the tension between the two of you. "I was just leaving… It was really nice talking to you." He gives you a small wave. "Text me if you need anything else, okay?"
You smile and wave back. "Yeah. Thanks, Jake. Drive safe."
As Jake heads for the door, Jay blocks his path. "Wait. What exactly were you doing here?"
Jake blinks, surprised by the sudden question. "She seemed pretty down when we texted, so I decided to stop by and check if she was okay. Anyway, I’m heading out. Nice to meet you, man."
He steps aside, letting Jake pass. The door closes behind him, leaving just the two of you in the suddenly too-quiet apartment.
You stand up, hugging yourself. "Jay… what are you doing here?"
The regret he felt for being so harsh with you is quickly replaced by jealousy and irritation. "I came because my place was too quiet without you. I started thinking maybe I was too hard on you earlier, but clearly you didn’t waste any time finding company."
You frown, confused by what he means. "He’s just a friend. I told you about him before, we met during my first week on campus when I accidentally walked into the wrong lecture hall. I was upset after you basically kicked me out, so I texted him. We weren’t doing anything, just talking."
Jay lets out a short, bitter laugh and steps closer. "Talking late at night like it’s a casual visit. You mentioned him before, of course, but I didn’t know you two were close enough for house calls."
The hurt from earlier mixes with frustration now. "You were so rude, Jay. You made me feel like I was an annoying pest who can’t function without your attention. I understand you’re stressed with work, but you didn’t have to push me away and kick me out like that. I felt embarrassed."
He closes even more of the distance between you, standing close enough that you can feel the jealousy radiating off him. "You’re the one who can’t sit still for five minutes without demanding something, climbing into my lap while I’m trying to meet a deadline, whimpering and squirming like a spoiled brat because you ‘missed me’."
You take a step back, but the couch hits the back of your legs. "I just wanted to be close to you."
"But the world doesn’t revolve around your need for attention. I love having you around, but today? You made it impossible for me to concentrate, and the second I ask for a few hours to actually get things done, you run straight to this Jake guy?" Jay doesn’t care that nothing happened — the image of another guy in your space, late at night, while you were upset, makes his blood boil.
"I didn’t run to him! I was crying when he got here and he just listened. Unlike you, who basically told me to leave because I’m too much."
Jay’s laugh is harsh this time, completely humorless. "Too much. Yeah, that’s one way of saying you’re a spoiled brat who demands attention every second, and the moment things get difficult, you replace me with whoever is most convenient."
Neither of you speaks for a long moment. You look away, Jay’s jaw clenches, and soon his gaze drifts from your face to the way you are hugging yourself, then lower, lingering on your bare legs. The jealousy is still burning in his chest, mixed with the memory of you sitting on his cock earlier, demanding attention, all needy.
"Come here," he says, nodding toward the couch.
You hesitate, biting your lip, which makes Jay exhale sharply and close the distance. His hand wraps around your wrist, guiding you toward the couch. "We’re not done talking about this."
He sits on the couch and pulls you closer until you are lying across his lap, your stomach pressed against his thighs. Your shirt has ridden up naturally, but he is not satisfied. "This is in the way." His fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts and panties, pulling them down and tossing them aside — leaving your ass completely bare for him.
Jay’s palm rests on one of your cheeks, squeezing the flesh possessively. "You’ve been pushing all day… needing attention, teasing me, and then Jake shows up at your place, and I’m supposed to just swallow that?" His fingers dig harder into the flesh. "You’re mine, and it’s time you learn what happens when you piss me off this much."
His hand makes slow circles over your skin, almost soothing. "How many spanks do you think you deserve for acting like this?"
Your heart races as you try to process his words — head turning slightly to look at him. "What? Are you serious?"
He meets your eyes with a firm, dark expression — one you have never seen from him before. "Very serious. You’ve been spoiled all day, teasing me on purpose. So tell me, how many do you think you deserve?"
You swallow hard, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I don’t know… Five? Maybe?"
Jay lets out a mocking laugh. "Five? That’s way too low, baby. You’re going to take twenty, and you’re going to count each one out loud. If you lose count or mess up, we start over. Understood?"
You hesitate but eventually whisper, "Yes… okay."
"Good girl." His hand lifts and the first spank comes without warning — firm and sharp, the sound echoing through the silence. You jolt, a surprised moan escaping you — heat spreads instantly across your bare skin, the sting stronger than you expected.
"One," you gasp.
He immediately rubs the spot in slow, soothing circles, calming the hot skin where he struck.
"Two," you say after the next spank lands on the other cheek.
Jay keeps a steady rhythm — delivering hard spanks followed by almost tender caresses. Then his fingers slide lower, tracing your wet folds, spreading them teasingly, brushing against your entrance, lightly circling your clit before pulling away.
"What a spoiled little brat," he murmurs during one of the pauses, rubbing your reddened cheeks while two fingers tease your slit again. "You’re already getting so wet… You like this, don’t you?"
You moan instead of answering, which earns you another sharp spank. "Five."
He continues, the spanks leaving marks and building heat across your ass. Now his fingers are dip inside you, moving with slow, shallow thrusts, curling just enough to brush that sensitive spot and make you clench around him desperately. But he always pulls back before you can get close to the edge.
"Six… seven… ah!"
By ten, tears prick your eyes, your thighs trembling as the sting turns into a pulsing heat.
Jay pauses longer this time, massaging your sore ass and spreading your cheeks so he can tease your entrance again. "You’re mine. When you need attention that badly, you come to me, even if I’m stressed, even if I tell you to leave." A finger pushes deep inside you, staying there while his thumb brushes your clit.
You lose track amid the overwhelming sensations and he makes you start over, just as he warned. "Back to one." During the restart, two more fingers slide inside you, moving in a torturous rhythm. "You feel how wet you are? This is what happens when you forget who you belong to."
"You’re mine. Your time, your attention, this body. I don’t share it." Spank. Soothe. Tease. "Say it."
"I’m yours," you moan.
"Louder." Another spank.
"I’m yours, Jay!"
When he finally reaches twenty, you are a trembling mess with tears streaming down your face. Jay finally pulls you up and turns you so you are sitting in his lap. His hands stay on your ass, carefully massaging the sore flesh and you press yourself against the hard bulge in his pants, burying your face in his shoulder. "You did so well, my good girl."
Jay lifts your chin, meeting your eyes. For a moment, he just looks at you — really looks at you — taking in your flushed cheeks and tear-streaked face. Then he leans in and kisses you. One hand remains on your sore ass, squeezing gently, while the other slides into your hair. He kisses you like he needs to claim every part of you — hungry, insistent, his tongue tracing your lower lip before sliding inside. You melt into him, moaning against his mouth as you start slowly grinding your hips.
He pulls back just enough to trail his mouth along your jaw, nipping at the sensitive spot below your ear. "Still so needy… even after all that." Then he kisses you again, deeper and hungrier, tongues sliding together with fervor. The hand on your ass slips between your bodies to tease your wet folds with light circles and shallow dips — keeping you right on the edge.
When he pulls away, a thin string of saliva connects you for a second before breaking. "On your knees, princess."
Obediently, you slide off his lap and kneel between his spread thighs. Jay looks down at you, one hand lazily stroking your hair as he frees himself from his pants — his cock springs out, thick, heavy, and already leaking at the tip.
"Open. Tongue out," he says, tapping your lower lip with two fingers. You open your mouth and obediently stick your tongue out. He leans forward and spits directly into your mouth. The warm, viscous saliva lands on your tongue, degrading in a way that makes you shiver. "Swallow that first," he instructs. You swallow while keeping your eyes locked on his. He nods with a satisfied hum. "Now show me how sorry you are for pushing me today."
You start with kisses along his length before dragging your tongue from base to tip. Jay groans, his fingers tightening in your hair, but he doesn't force you — not yet. His thickness stretches your lips as you finally take him into your mouth. He is big enough that you can only take about half before he hits the back of your throat. Your hand wraps around the base, stroking what does not fit in a steady rhythm.
"Fuck… that’s it," he murmurs, tilting his head back for a moment before his gaze returns to you. He doesn't want to miss a single second of this. "Look at me while you suck it."
You do, looking up at him with teary eyes, and the sight makes his cock twitch in your mouth. When you pull back to catch your breath, he slaps his cock against your tongue a few times, leaving strings of saliva connecting you, before guiding you back down. "Yeah, just like that… good girl."
Between bobs, when you pull back to breathe, you say breathlessly, "I’m sorry for distracting you and for Jake being here." Then he guides you down again.
Jay’s hips start moving, pushing a little deeper and testing your limits. Tears continue to prick your eyes from the stretch, but you keep going, hollowing your cheeks and moaning around him.
When he finally gets close, Jay’s grip tightens, his thighs tense, and his breathing becomes ragged. "I’m going to come. Don’t waste it, swallow everything." You nod around him, doubling your efforts and with a deep groan, he comes down your throat — thick, hot pulses that you swallow eagerly, not letting a single drop escape.
He pulls out slowly, a string of saliva and cum connecting your lips to the tip before it breaks. "Open your mouth. Show me."
You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out to prove you swallowed everything. “That’s my good girl.”
He helps you up, pulls you back into his lap, and kisses you, tasting himself on your tongue. Your hips start moving on their own, pressing against the growing hardness beneath you that makes Jay groan into your mouth, one hand sliding down to grab your bare ass and guide your movements.
"Still not satisfied? Such a greedy little thing." Even though he just came, his cock is already stirring again, hardening beneath you as your wet pussy slides along his length.
You gasp against his mouth, your hands gripping his shoulders. "Jay… I need you so bad."
He answers by kissing you again, but soon pulls back to meet your eyes. "Then take what you want."
You don’t hesitate, not even for a second. Rising on shaky knees, you reach down and align the thick head of his cock against your entrance, and slowly you sink down, gasping at the stretch and every inch that fills you. The lack of a barrier makes him feel impossibly thicker than the last time in his office — hotter, more intimate. The spanked skin of your ass burns as you settle fully against his thighs.
"Fuck," Jay hisses, his head falling back against the couch for a moment as his hands grip your hips hard enough to leave bruises, holding you fully impaled on him. "So wet… so fucking tight like this."
You start moving, rolling your hips in a slow, deep rhythm, the angle letting you feel every ridge and vein raw inside you, pulling broken moans from your throat. One of his hands slips under your shirt to caress one tit while the other stays on your ass, squeezing the soft flesh in time with your movements. The mix of pleasure and stinging burn makes everything more intense.
"That’s right," he growls, thrusting up to meet you. "This is what you wanted all day, isn’t it? My attention. My cock." You lean forward, kissing him messily while you bounce, moving your hips faster.
With a low curse, he wraps his arms around you and suddenly flips you, laying you down on the couch cushions, driving him even deeper which pulls a sharp cry from you.
Now he is on top, pinning you beneath him — one of your legs hooked over his shoulder as he starts thrusting into you with deep, powerful strokes — hips snapping forward, burying himself to the hilt each time and the lack of a condom lets you feel every raw inch.
Clinging to his back, your nails dig in as the pleasure borders on overwhelming. Jay’s face hovers above yours, his hair damp with sweat falling into his eyes. Rhythm falters for a second as he looks at you, something darker flashing across his face, the jealousy from earlier — the image of Jake leaving your apartment — has not disappeared. "Are you on the pill?"
You shake your head, breathless, barely able to form words between moans. "No, I’m not."
He thrusts harder, hitting deep against your cervix as if to emphasize the point. "Good," he growls, eyes locked on yours. "Actually, fucking perfect. Maybe I’ll knock you up tonight, put a baby in you so you won’t even think about another guy like Jake. You’ll stay right here with me, we’ll have a beautiful family, me, you, and our kids. No more distractions."
The words should have shocked you, but in the heat of the moment — with him fucking you raw, his body claiming yours completely — they only send a fresh wave of arousal through you. Moaning loudly, your legs tightening around his waist. "Jay… fuck—"
He groans at your reaction, his hips moving harder. "You like that idea, don’t you? My cum deep inside you, getting you pregnant so everyone knows you’re claimed." One of his hands slides down to press lightly against your stomach, as if he can already imagine it.
The couch creaks beneath you both, the sound of skin slapping against skin and the wet noises of him fucking you filling the room. Jay’s earlier irritation fuels every deep thrust, but so does possessiveness — the need to claim you completely after the stressful day. He presses you deeper into the cushions, his hips moving in a way that grinds against your clit with every stroke.
When you finally come, it is intense — your walls contracting tightly around his cock as you scream his name. Jay follows right after, burying himself as deep as possible, and you feel the hot pulses of his cum filling you, thick and warm.
For long minutes, Jay simply holds you — kissing your neck, your jaw, your swollen lips — his cock softening slowly inside you, but as the minutes stretch on, you feel him coming back to life, pulsing against your sensitive walls. "Already?" There is a playful tone in your voice.
"I can’t help it." He moves, pressing one last kiss to your mouth before slowly pulling out. You moan at the loss, feeling his cum start to leak out of you, but his hand quickly reaches down to push it back inside you with two fingers. "Don’t waste it."
He leans back on the couch, stroking himself until he is fully hard again. "Turn around. Hands on the backrest."
You obey, your body trembling as you shift position, kneeling on the cushions, gripping the top of the backrest and arching your back slightly while Jay moves behind you, his gaze fixed on the evidence of the earlier spanking — your cheeks still red with visible handprints — as one of his palms smooths reverently over the heated skin before squeezing firmly.
"Fuck, look at this… Still so red from your lesson." His cock brushes against your entrance before he thrusts deep inside you in one powerful stroke, the new position letting him sink even deeper as the head of his cock presses against spots that make your toes curl drawing a loud moan from you while you grip the backrest tighter as he bottoms out.
Jay starts fucking you with firm, powerful thrusts — deep and deliberate, the couch creaking beneath you both — as every thrust makes your sore ass bounce and the red marks darken even more with the impact, his eyes unable to leave them while his thumbs press into the soft flesh, pulling you back onto his cock repeatedly.
"These marks… they look so good on you." Without warning, he lands a hard, stinging spank on your right cheek, the already sensitive skin making you cry out and clench hard around his cock as Jay groans at the sensation, his hips stuttering for a moment before he resumes his deep rhythm.
He gives your left cheek another spank, making you writhe and moan again as you push back against him desperately despite the burn — or maybe because of it — the mix of pain and pleasure making you even wetter, the previous creampie turning everything obscenely wet and messy.
"That’s it," he praises, smoothing his hands over the fresh marks he just added. "Squirm for me. I love how sensitive you are right here." He gives you one more spank, lighter this time but still enough to make you shudder, and immediately soothes the area with his hands, massaging the sore flesh while he continues thrusting deep and hard from behind.
Jay leans over you, bracing one hand on the back of the couch beside yours while the other reaches down to rub tight circles on your clit. His chest presses against your back, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks between thrusts. "You’re going to take every drop again, princess. I’m going to give you my babies, keep you so full you won’t even think about anyone else."
When you come again — hard, your vision blurring from the overwhelming sensations — Jay follows right behind, burying himself deep with a groan and flooding you with another load of hot cum. He stays inside you for a long time afterward, thrusting slowly through the aftershocks.
Finally, he pulls out carefully and pulls you into his arms, stroking your back in slow, gentle movements. "You’re a mess, princess. Come on, let me take care of you."
He stands up with you in his arms and carries you to the bathroom. Once inside, he turns on the shower, adjusts the temperature, and removes the rest of both your clothes before guiding you under the hot spray with him where the water cascades over you both. Jay takes his body wash, lathers it between his hands, and runs them over your skin — being extra careful around your sensitive ass, massaging the foam in light circles that ease some of the sting.
"Maybe I was a little too rough tonight," he says, his hands moving along your thighs, cleaning away the evidence of the many rounds. "Work stress got to me, and then seeing Jake… I took it out on you more than I should have. You handled it really well, but I’m sorry if it was too much."
You lean back against his chest, letting the water rinse off the soap as you tilt your head to look at him. "It hurt… but it also felt good. In a weird way. I just hated feeling like I was bothering you earlier. I didn’t want to annoy you while you were working. I just… missed you a lot."
After rinsing you, he turns off the shower, wraps you in a towel first, then himself and dries you carefully, paying extra attention to your ass and rubbing some soothing lotion he finds in the cabinet. "There. Better?"
"Much better," you admit, reaching up to touch his face. "Thank you for taking care of me like this."
He leans down and kisses your forehead. "You make it easy to want to take care of you." Pulling you closer, his voice shifting to something even calmer and more sincere. "I don’t know what I’d do without you around. I can’t imagine coming home and not having you here like this. You just… fit. Right here with me."
You hug him tightly, burying your face in his chest. "I feel the same. I always want to be close to you because you make everything feel better."
Smiling against your hair, Jay guides you to the bed and pulls the covers back, lying down beside you to pull you close against his chest. One arm wraps around you securely, his hand rests gently on your ass — not squeezing, just warm and protective over the sensitive skin.
You snuggle even closer, your leg draped over his as exhaustion finally takes over completely. "Stay the night?" you ask sleepily.
"Wouldn’t dream of leaving," His fingers trace lazy circles on your back until your breathing evens out and you fall asleep.
Next morning you stir slowly, feeling the pleasant ache in your muscles and Jay’s heavy arm draped over your waist, his body curled protectively against your back. He feels you waking up and trails lazy kisses along your shoulder before moving up the side of your neck. "Good morning, baby," he murmurs, his voice still rough with sleep as his hand slides to your stomach. "Sleep well?"
You turn in his arms, smiling despite the slight soreness when you move, and reach up to brush the messy hair from his forehead. "Yes… thanks to you."
He leans in and kisses you properly — slow and sweet, the kind of kiss that makes you melt. At this point, he couldn't care less that neither of you had brushed your teeth yet. "You were incredible last night. Let me make it up to you a little more with breakfast."
Jay borrows a pair of your sweatpants that look comically tight on his incredibly nice ass, making you laugh as he models them. In the kitchen, you work side by side like so many mornings before — he cracks eggs for scrambled eggs while you toast bread and slice fruit. Small touches are stolen throughout: a hand on your lower back as he reaches past you, a quick kiss on your temple when you hand him the salt shaker, a playful bump of his hip against yours.
"You’re in a good mood today," you tease, leaning against the counter while he plates the food.
"I can’t help it when I wake up next to you." He sets the plates on the table and pulls you in for another kiss before you both sit down.
After eating, you start getting ready for college and he for the office. Jay kisses you one more time before heading back to his apartment next door to get ready for work. You take a long shower and, once dressed in jeans and a comfortable blouse, you step out into the hallway at the same time he does, looking impeccable in his work clothes.
He quickly pulls you in for a proper goodbye, hands gently cradling your face as he kiss your forehead, lingering there for a long moment. "Have a good day at class. Text me when you’re done." With one last soft kiss on your lips, he pulls away with a smile. "See you later, princess."
College passes in a whirlwind of classes and notes, but your mind keeps drifting back to Jay — the way he holds you, the sweet words, the kisses. He has not sent many messages during the day, which is a little unusual, but you figure he must be busy at work.
When you finally get home in the early evening, you step into the elevator and press the button for the third floor. Just before the doors close, a woman you have never seen in the building before enters, but something about her face seems vaguely familiar.
The woman smiles politely as the elevator starts moving. Curiosity gets the better of you and before you can stop yourself, you ask, "Hi… do you live here? I’ve been in the building for about two months and I don’t think I’ve seen you around."
She nods, laughing lightly. "Yes, I do, but I’ve been away on a work trip. I’m a lawyer and a complicated case kept me out of town longer than expected. I actually got back this morning."
"Wow. That sounds intense… By the way, my name is y/n. Nice to meet you."
The woman’s smile widens. "Nice to meet you too. Jay has already told me about you. He’s mentioned his sweet neighbor a few times."
Your heart flutters with joy — Jay talked about you to the neighbors. It feels special, like proof that you are really becoming a bigger part of his life. "He did? That’s nice to hear."
The elevator dings on the third floor and you both step out together. A small flicker of confusion crosses your mind — she is going the same way — but you don’t think much of it. Maybe she lives farther down the hall.
Then you see Jay standing there and your face lights up immediately. He hadn't texted you all day, and seeing him now makes excitement bubble up inside you. You walk toward him with a radiant smile.
At the same moment, the woman also walks straight up to him. When she reaches him, she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him — a deep, familiar, affectionate kiss. Jay’s hands settle on her waist automatically as he eagerly kisses her back.
The world stops.
Your feet freeze mid-step and everything inside you turns cold and numb. It takes a moment for your brain to process what you are seeing, but then the pieces fall into place with painful clarity. That was Jay’s wife. The woman in the Polaroid photo he casually said was his "sister." The late-night calls he claimed were from the office. The feminine body wash he said belonged to his mom. The distant restaurant he took you to on your first date, probably so no one nearby would recognize him. The way the doorman sometimes looked at you with that judgmental expression, like he knew something — he did. All the small inconsistencies you had ignored because you were so blinded by how gentle and attentive he seemed.
Every sweet word, every touch, every promise of "you’re mine" had been built on lies. He was married. His heart already belonged to someone else, and you had been nothing but a convenient distraction from the apartment next door — blind, eager, and so in love with the version of him he showed you that you never saw the truth.
Jay’s eyes meet yours over his wife’s shoulder, and for a fraction of a second, something like panic or guilt flashes across his face. The shock turns into pure pain, making you practically run to your door as you fumble for your keys while hot tears blur your vision.
You lean against the door, sliding down to the floor as sobs begin to escape you. Your chest hurts as if someone had ripped a hole in it. All the cute moments — the kisses, the touches, the date, the bouquet — turn ugly and humiliating in your memory.
You cry hard, knees pulled up to your chest, as disappointment turns into shame for having fallen so completely for the man who made you feel special, desired, and loved… and it was all a lie.
The thin walls allow you to hear muffled voices — his wife asking about his day, the normalcy of their conversation only making everything worse. You press your hands over your ears, trying to block out the sound, but the damage is already done. Your heart is shattered.
The man you had grown so attached to — the one who held you so tenderly after sex, who made you breakfast and promised more comfortable days like that — was someone else’s husband, and you had been the other woman without even knowing it.
IN WHICH .. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀after developing a tiny crush while on vacation thinking you'd never see him again, you find out he's a sophomore at your college.. and your RA?
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an: hi thanks for 900 what should i do for 1k i need ideas pls 🙃
synopsis: 𝓲n 𝔀hich, you got added to a groupchat that you weren’t familiar with. you looked closer and realized someone had accidentally added you in the enhypen groupchat. you were from le serrafim, not enhypen. in the group, you were specifically talking a lot to sim jaeyun. you both started talking to eachother in public which lead to dating rumors.
pairings: idol!jake x idol!reader
hheevan’s note: i love heeseung, everything i said about him leaving the group are just for giggles, pleaseplease don’t take them too serious
ex for a reason : 19 gc REACTS LIVE to hoony/n interacting
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𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺𝖾 : does this satisfy the population of people wanted them to finally interact 🤔 we had to make it about jake somehow heheheheh WE FINALLY ADDRESSED THE ELEPHANT.
ex tra flight tongue emote for reference in case anyone is curious
🎧ྀི end up here by 5sos, drop dead by olivia rodrigo, packing it up by gracie abrams, mrs all american by 5sos, chest by 5sos
in which you're trying to buy tickets to see your favorite band at a concert in korea, only to find out that you need a foreign address to register for tickets. you complain to your brother, who suggests you use the address of his friend who lives abroad, jake. how do you proceed when you and jake have more in common than you'd planned?
pairings: non-idol bf!jake x non-idol gf!fem reader
genre: smut, nsfw, established relationship
word count: 1.1k
warnings & content: mdni! 18+ explicit language, suggestive themes, unprotected sex (safe sex gois) public sex, jealous sex, p in v, clit play, jake wants the reader only for himself
synopsis: on this dark hotel balcony, jake is showing off exactly where you belong...
now playing: “agora hills” by doja cat
note: @oneandonlyitgirl i came across your hard thoughts about balcony sex with jake and i freaking love the idea!! idk if you'll like it. i just wrote whatever's on my mind lol. 😭✋
It's still 9:30 PM in the evening but here you are, clutching the cold edge of the glass railing, boobs bouncing against the frames, holding on to your dear life as Jake slammed his hips harder behind you. He's fucking you here in your hotel room balcony, showing off to the world how he's giving you the best dick of your life.
Jake hadn’t bothered to undress you fully. The black bikini you had worn all day still clung to your body, though the bottom had been yanked roughly to the side, the strings digging into your hips. The top was barely containing your breasts, which bounced rhythmically with every thrust of Jake’s hips. He was fucking you with a desperate, punishing intensity, right there on the balcony. You’re thankful that no one is outside wandering at this hour, you swear to Jake that you’ll bury him alive if someone sees you in this filthy situation.
“Who’s fucking you good?” Jake whispered into your ears, pressing his bare chest against your back as he nibbled the side of your neck.
“Y-you Jake–Hnggh!” You moaned softly, trying hard not to wake up your neighbors.
Jake thrust slowly, savoring the tightness of your pussy, he stares how both of your body connects, his huge dick stretching your hole deliciously, creaming his length with your arousal.
“This is only for me. Poor them.” He chuckled still watching his dick swallowed by your puffy cunt. Spanking your ass cheek, as possessiveness takes him over.
Just hours ago, while you and Jake were on the beach earlier to watch the breathtaking sunset together, Jake left you for a moment to buy a coconut juice for both of you. While waiting for him, you're standing near the seashore with your mouthwatering bikini when two random guys approach you. Complimenting you about how good looking you are, asking multiple questions, and when you're about to leave, the two guys are still creeping you out. Jake walks into your direction, fuming with anger, with a red face, his eyes looking as if they're about to murder the two guys talking to you. He didn't make a scene. Jake simply walked up, placed a hand on your lower back, and stared them down with a silence that was far more terrifying than yelling. The guys had mumbled apologies and scattered immediately. Jake was quiet the whole evening, not until he fucks you dumb right now.
Remembering how those two guys looked at you made him move even faster. It felt like he was claiming you all over again, wiping away their memory with his intense focus on you. He picked up the pace, his hips slammed on your ass harshly.
"Look at you, taking this big dick of mine," he grunted, sweat dripping from his hair onto your shoulder. "You love being fuck by this huge thing.” he added.
You loved the feeling of him completely filling you. The excitement of getting caught, combined with his deep, powerful movements, made the tension in your stomach tighten. You were getting so close to the edge. The pressure kept building, and you could feel every single stroke of his length, dragging out your juices.
Opening your eyes, you looked down at the dark beach, your head spinning from the intense rhythm. Then, you froze. Two figures stood outside with beers, looking straight up. It was them—the two guys from earlier. Panic flared in your chest, mixed with a strange rush of arousal. They were staring right at the balcony, watching Jake behind you and your bodies pressing wildly against the glass. You tried to pull away to hide, but Jake held you firm.
"J-jake, stop…" you whimpered, your voice breaking. "The guys—"
Jake saw them. He looked over your shoulder, his eyes locking onto the two figures below. He didn't stop. He didn't cover you up. A dark, victorious smirk spread across his face. He shifted his angle, grinding his pelvis against your ass, ensuring they saw exactly who was inside you.
"Let them watch," he growled.
“I wanna show you off.”
He reached around your hip, his fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs. He yanked the fabric of your bikini bottom aside completely, exposing your swollen clit to the cool air and his rough fingers. He began to rub tight, fast circles on the bud, matching the relentless pounding of his cock inside you.
"Jake, p-please!" you cried out, the stimulation too much to bear.
"Cum for me," he commanded, his voice loud, carrying clearly into the night air. "Look at them when you cum on my cock, and show them you’re mine.”
His deep movements and sharp touch pushed you right over the edge. The climax crashed your whole system. Your wet pussy clamped down tight around him, sending waves of heat that made your vision go completely white. You screamed, letting your head fall back against his shoulder, your whole body trembling as the pleasure overwhelmed you
Above you, Jake groaned, his hips stuttering as he chased his own high, watching the two guys below scramble in embarrassment. They turned and ran, disappearing into the darkness, having seen more than they bargained for.
"I just got jealous," he whispered against your skin, his voice tender now, the anger completely drained away. You felt him pouted. “I hate when other guys look at you like that. I just wanted to remind them where you belong."
Jake held you up as your knees gave out, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you from falling. He pressed soft kisses against your neck, which felt completely different from his rough movements just moments ago. He stayed close and held you tight, but the aggressive urgency was replaced by a protective warmth.
You leaned back against him, your heart racing. The cool glass against your palms was the only thing keeping you grounded.
Your breathing finally slowed down, and a sly smile crept back onto your face. You looked out at the empty beach, then spun around to see Jake's intense gaze.
"Jealousy looks good on you, babe." you teased softly, tracing a finger down his toned chest.
"But if you think that's enough to satisfy your freaky girlfriend, you're mistaken." you said, seducing him with your playful stares.
Jake let out a low laugh, his grip tightening around your waist as he pulled you back inside your room.
a/n: none of my works reflects the actual idols or their real personalities/relationships. pls keep fiction and reality separate !! don't like don't read !!
genre♡ smut, mdni,
drabble♡ thinking abt puma!ni-ki preying on bunny!reader..
warnings♡ hybrid!au, noncon, predator/prey dynamics, rough sex, forced restraint, degradation, biting/marking, choking, ni-ki is so mean :( breeding, size difference, erm i think that's all
“quit your bitching.” ni-ki snarled, the warning barely leaving his lips before he mounted you. he’s pinned you beneath him with little effort, his broad frame swallowing your quivering one. a heavy clawed palm dug straight into your scalp, forcing your flushed cheeks against the hard floor as his weight settled over you. his thick cock plunging into your sopping cunt, the barbed ridges scraping against your gummy walls so good it hurts.
“ah! nononono- stop! i can’t i can’t hah!” you squeaked out, your floppy white ears flattening instinctively against your head as you kick out underneath him in fear. but it was useless. his lips peeled back exposing the sharp canines underneath to clamp down onto the supple skin at the junction between your neck and shoulder. as much as you hate to admit it the feeling of him marking you has you paralysed in his rough grip, cheeks burning and bunny tail twitching as you pant softly.
“yes you can. dumb bunny, just look at you.” he scoffs, his long tail lazily winding around one of your legs before a clawed hand tugs harshly at one of your ears. a sharp yelp leaves your pouty lips as tears prickled your doe eyes in pain. “you were made for this, mm, my cocksleeve.” the words almost purring into your ears, tongue slipping in and out of your sensitive ears that made you squirm at the unfamiliar sensation.
“m-mean! hic, you’re so mean!” you sobbed, foot thumping down uselessly onto the old floor as you try to squirm away from him once more. but you didn’t get far before ni-ki laughed at your pathetic attempt to escape. he hauls you up by the ears as if you weighed nothing, pulling you back until you were trapped against his chest. thick biceps locked beneath your chin, putting you in a chokehold whilst you cling weakly onto the strong muscle. one hand flew to your your mouth in a desperate attempt to muffle the stupid moans leaving your mouth but it was hopeless. ni-ki's cock fucking into you sosososo deep you could feel it in your stomach. the urge to fight back was slowly melting away until you found yourself slumping against him instead, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth.
“pretty bunny.” he purred, two clawed fingers hooking into your mouth, forcing your jaw open as they lazily traced over your teeth and along your gums.
“fuck,” he growls, rutting into you harshly, your bunny slick coating your lower halves making the most obscene noises to your embarrassed ears. ni-ki doesn't stop playing with your ears, nipping on them with his canines to pulling on them to make you wince. his blond hair tickling the sides of your face, as he leans round to look at your trembling face. that initial look of fear now melting into a blissed fucked out state, brain turned to mush and eyes glassy. ni-ki groans at the pretty sight before licking up the salty tracks your tears left behind, the rough almost sandpaper like texture making you keen. “gonna fill you up, pretty bunny will bear my cubs, hm? you’ll take it.” he muttered. you shook your head feverishly but the creamy frothy ring at the base of his bulging cock says otherwise.
your tiny pussy couldn’t handle the whole load, ni-ki's hips stuttering as thick spurts of cum filled you up, a bulge forming in your lower stomach at the sheer amount. body twitching in the after effects as he retracted his claws now. one large hand smoothing the hair strands he ruined earlier across your head. a thumb brushing against your damp cheek. almost lovingly? another deep purr, louder than before vibrated through your twitching body before he pulled you off his cock, the bulbous red tip still dribbling out cum. ni-ki's grip on you loosened, his holden eyes lingering on you but it’s ok! because a stupid little bunny like you wouldn’t dare try to run away again, right? ♡
IN WHICH ─── Sunghoon and you are having a little trouble while getting ready for a brunch, his morning wood couldn’t start the day without your morning dew.
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : smut (MDNI), porn without plot
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : dom!sunghoon, swearing, manhandling, morning sex, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), reader has a WAP (again), big dick!sunghoon, kissing, skinship, use of nickname : baby
𝐰𝐜 : 1.6k {1.694}
❕# It's one of my fav so far hahaha, i'm starting to drool over him these days it's not even funny...But anyways :)) Dada is next ;)
INSPIRED BY : MORNING DEW (Donk) - Beyoncé
You stir slowly in the sheets, the summer heat already pressing down like a thick blanket even at 9 AM. Sunghoon’s arm is draped possessively over your waist, his bare chest flush against your back, skin slick with a light sheen of sweat from the night’s exertions and the warm morning air. The AC is on in the corner of the bedroom, doing little to cut through the humidity. Your body aches in the best way ; thighs sore, lips still tingling from countless kisses and rounds that melted into the early hours.
“Baby…” Sunghoon’s voice is low and raspy, still thick with sleep as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. His breath is warm against your damp skin. “We have to get up. Brunch with Jake and Jay in an hour.”
You groan softly and press back against him, refusing to open your eyes. “Three more minutes,” you mumble, pulling the thin sheet higher over your bodies even though it’s already too hot. The thought of leaving this cocoon ; his strong arms, the scent of his skin mixed with the remnants of last night ; feels wrong.
He chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours. One large hand slides down your side, gently squeezing your hip as he tries to coax you awake. “Come on, Y/N. You know Jay will text me ten times if we’re late. Again.” His lips brush your shoulder in soft, persuasive kisses, trailing toward your collarbone. When that doesn’t work, he shifts, rolling you onto your back with effortless strength so he can hover over you, messy dark hair falling into his eyes. You finally crack one eye open, squinting against the sunlight filtering through the curtains. Sunghoon looks unfairly good even half-asleep ; flushed cheeks, sharp jaw, and a lazy smirk playing on his lips. However, as your gaze drifts lower, you notice it instantly : the huge bulge of his morning wood straining against the front of his boxers, thick and hard, tenting the fabric right above where his thigh presses between yours.
A slow heat blooms in your stomach. “Hoon…” you murmur, voice still husky, one hand instinctively sliding down his toned abdomen until your fingers graze the waistband of his boxers. “You sure we have to leave right now?”
He groans, forehead dropping to yours, there’s amusement in his eyes along with clear desire. “Don’t tempt me. You’re the one who said yes to brunch yesterday—before I fucked you senseless.” Still, he stays close to you. His hips roll forward just slightly, letting you feel the full, hard length of him against your thigh. “If you don’t get that pretty ass up, I’m carrying you to the shower myself.”
You smile sleepily, fingers teasing along his hardness through the thin material, feeling it twitch under your touch. The ache between your legs returns with interest, but the distant ping of a phone ; probably Jake wondering where you two are ; reminds you both of reality. Sunghoon sighs, kissing you deeply once, slow and lingering, before he forces himself to sit up. The sheet pools around his waist, doing nothing to hide how ready his body still is for you. “Shower. Now. Together. But no funny business or we really will be late.” He stands, offering you his hand with a raised eyebrow, his morning wood proudly on display. “I don’t want to explain to the guys why we look so…tired.”
You reach out quickly and grab his hand before he can fully pull away, your fingers wrapping around his wrist with gentle insistence. Sunghoon pauses, glancing back at you. You look up at him with those pleading eyes ; still heavy with sleep and leftover desire ; and whisper, “Just a kiss, please? Then we’ll get up.”
He stares at you for a beat, clearly fighting an internal battle. His jaw tightens, but the way you’re looking at him, all warm and tempting in the morning, makes his resolve crumble. “You’re being stubborn right now,” he mutters, a fond smile tugging at his lips despite the words. With a defeated sigh, he climbs back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he settles over you again. His body presses you into the sheets, hot skin against hot skin. One of his hands cups your cheek as he leans down, capturing your lips in a unhurried kiss. It starts soft, almost sweet, but quickly turns hungry, with tongues sliding together, breaths mingling in the already stifling room. You melt beneath him, fingers threading through his messy hair.
Without breaking the kiss, Sunghoon’s hand slides down your body with ease. He grips the back of your thigh, lifting it and hooking it around his waist, pulling you flush against him. At the same time, his other hand tugs your underwear down your legs in a single move, then quickly shoves his own boxers lower, freeing his throbbing cock. It’s muscle memory at this point, how many times had he done exactly this in the middle of the night?
The thick head of his cock brushes against your bare heat as he rocks his hips forward, teasing your entrance while he kisses you harder, swallowing your soft moan. Sweat beads along his spine from the summer heat, but neither of you cares. “One kiss,” he murmurs against your mouth, voice rough with need, “and now look what you’ve done…”
You smile into the next kiss, rolling your hips up to meet him, encouraging him closer as your thigh tightens around his waist. The brunch with Jake and Jay is quickly becoming a distant afterthought. You feel him pause right there, his body tense above yours, cock heavy and hot over your inner thigh. Sunghoon pulls back just enough to look down at you, that signature smirk curling his lips as his eyes gleam with mischief and lust. “What are we even going to tell the guys when we show up late?” he asks, voice low and teasing, one eyebrow raised. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thigh, still hooked firmly around his waist.
You can’t help but chuckle, the sound breathy and light in the heated air between you. “Not my problem,” you reply with a playful shrug, your fingers tracing lazy patterns down his sweat-slicked back. He lets out a quiet laugh that turns into a groan as he shifts his hips. He reaches down between your bodies, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock, and slowly rubs the swollen head up and down your slick entrance. The pressure makes your breath hitch every time he nudges against your clit, coating himself in your arousal.
“Fuck…I don’t want to think about it right now,” he murmurs lowly against your lips, his voice rough and needy. He keeps rubbing, slow and sluggish, pressing just barely inside before pulling back again, drawing it out until you’re squirming beneath him. The summer heat makes everything feel more intense ; skin sticking, breaths short, the room filled with nothing but the sounds of your shared breathing and the faint creak of the bed.
His forehead rests against yours, eyes half-opened as he watches your reaction to every stroke. “What’s with you being this wet already?" He teases softly. You whimper as he keeps teasing you mercilessly. He pushes the thick head of his cock inside you, stretching you open just enough to make your walls flutter around him, then pulls out with a wet pop. He does it again and again ; slow, shallow dips that leave you aching for more, your hips chasing him every time he withdraws.
“Fuck, Hoon…” you breathe, nails digging into his shoulders.
He finally gives in with a low groan. In one smooth thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, filling you completely. Your back arches off the bed as he starts thrusting ; deep, steady strokes that make the headboard tap softly against the wall. The heat in the room only intensifies everything : skin slapping skin, sweat making your bodies glide together, your thigh still hooked tightly around his waist.
Just as the rhythm starts building, his phone begins ringing loudly on the nightstand. Sunghoon curses under his breath but doesn’t stop right away, thrusting a few more times before he reluctantly slows. He pulls out of you with a slick sound, shifting down the bed in one move. As you were about to protest, his broad shoulders push your thighs apart and his mouth is on you. His tongue drags hot and flat through your folds, licking up your wetness before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking gently. You moan loudly, fingers threading through his hair as he eats you out with hungry, practiced strokes.
The phone keeps ringing. On what must be the final ring, he reaches over, grabs it, and answers without pulling his mouth off you. “Yeah?” he says, voice muffled and graveled. He flicks his tongue faster against your clit, two fingers sliding into you and curling perfectly as he speaks.
You hear Jake’s voice faintly through the speaker, firing off a ton of questions—where are you guys, why aren’t you there yet, did you oversleep again?
He lifts his head just enough to speak clearly, lips and chin shiny with your arousal. “I’m eating breakfast right now,” he replies casually, then dives back down, sucking on your clit while his fingers pump in and out of you steadily.
Jake laughs on the other end. “Dude, we’re literally about to have brunch. Why are you eating already?”
Sunghoon chuckles against your pussy, the vibration making you bite your lip to stifle a moan. “I was really hungry while getting ready,” he answers smoothly, voice low and slightly breathless. His tongue circles your clit faster as he adds, “Give us like…twenty minutes. We’ll be there.”
He hangs up without waiting for more protests, tossing the phone aside and focusing entirely on you again. His mouth works you harder, fingers curling deep as he looks up at you with hungry eyes.
“Better come quick, baby,” he murmurs against your soaked folds, smirking. “We’ve got brunch plans.”
sunghoon's little sister might not be so sugar and innocent, after all.
𓊆박성훈 x fem reader𓊇 hey, little sister, can i come inside, dear? i wanna show you all my love. i wanna be the only one. i know you like nobody ever, baby. such a sweet thing when you open up, baby. they say i'll only do you wrong, but come together 'cause i understand. just who you really are, yeah, baby. ─ little sister, queens of the stone age ⫶ 𐔌masterlist꒱
⤷ ゛sugarglass 𝒕𝒘𝒐 here ˎˊ˗
𓆩♡𓆪 a repost from my old account ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜ with an additional smut scene~ or scenes... (but it's literally just smut itself ok? ❤︎)
word count 5.1k
warning advisory incest/step-cest, forbidden relationship, taboo, obsessive & possessive behaviour, manipulation & gaslighting (not by sunghoon), power imbalance, alcohol mentioned, morally questionable behaviour, reader borderline bisexual, jealousy/emotional manipulation
smut advisory non-consensual voyeurism, m. masturbation, masturbating to a video clip, creampie, cowgirl, finger-sucking, reader gives sh blueballs lawl
standing in the middle of sunghoon’s 23rd birthday party in his family home—yura wonders if you know.
she watches from the edge of the kitchen as you lean into sunghoon, tugging on his sleeve as he leans down, and whispering something that make his ears go red. he laughs and whispers something back—which results in you blushing.
yura… hadn’t meant to know. but it happened twice.
the first time it happened—yura didn’t mean to. she had come over that night to hang out with jake but he told her that he’ll be late to pick up some snacks and beers for them. he told yura to just enter—the front door was unlocked.
but as soon as she got inside, she paused.
sunghoon’s bedroom door was mostly shut, but not all the way.
a soft sound. a breath, caught, and muffled—
“fuck—ah fuck,” sunghoon groaned under his breath silently as he pressed the palm of his hand against his hardening cock. the length of his cock bobbed, head of it was red and flushed. sunghoon fucked into his fist, leaking precum along his length.
yura froze at the doorway, fingers curled loosely around the edge of the wall. she was about to back away slowly, embarrassed and awkward and just didn’t want to hear or imagine her friend… jerking off in his bedroom, completely unaware that she was even there. but just as she was about to turn, sunghoon—
“—ngh f-fuck, yn—”
her blood ran cold, it was undeniably your name—her body went still like glass cracking under pressure. she thought she had heard it wrongly, that maybe it was another yn that sunghoon knew.
but then sunghoon groaned again—breathless and needy, “god, yn, fuck, ‘m gonna c—cum,” his hips twitched as he leaned back against his study chair. sunghoon cursed under his breath as he pumped his cock back and forth—squeezing and tightening his grip around his throbbing cock.
then, yura heard—plastic clickings repeatedly, the familiar sound of sunghoon’s keyboard. she couldn’t move, as much as she wanted to.
a second later, the sound of the crowd and the faint music filled the room. a voice came through, sunghoon had turned the volume up.
“ah—do i look bad? don’t record me—!”
her eyes widened in horror—it was unmistakable—your voice, soft and nervous for your school graduation echoing off the hall. she remembered sunghoon posting your graduation clip on his twitter like a proud older brother.
“mhh, fuck, yn, fuckfuckfuck,” sunghoon chanted behind the half-closed door, the wet sound of his palm around his cock hitting the base was getting just as loud as the audio. he increased his pace in stroking his cock, his thumb rolling around the tip of his flushed head, suppressing from cumming—sunghoon did not want to cum just yet.
“—especially my big brother, hoonie—ack! i can’t call you that—”
you were rehearsing for your speech for the top student award, yura remembered that much, too. there was no room for denial—sunghoon was jerking off to a video of his own little sister, during one of the most innocent, proud moments of her life.
sunghoon groaned aloud, tilting his head back against the chair. “yn—! shit!” his entire body tensed, his huge cock jumped in his hand as he came, cum spurting over his laptop and your face. he never really lasted long when he jerked off to you—which was all the fucking time. “my god, fuck, yn…” he cursed, panting as his cock twitched from the oversensitivity of holding himself back.
yura stumbled back, nearly missing a step as she turned and rushed out—thank god she hadn’t closed the door, the sounds from sunghoon’s room clinging to her like rot. her vision blurred, chest tight as she stood outside of their house—barefoot, cold, shaking.
she just caught the boy she liked jerking off to his own little sister.
“—yura?”
she blinked.
your sweet voice pulls her back like a thread snapping taut, jolting her out of the memory. the warmth of the kitchen, the chatter from the living room, and the laughter from sunghoon’s group of friends—all returned in a rush to yura’s head.
you’re standing there before her, shorter and doe-eyed, hair tied up lazily, holding out a small paper plate. a slice of cake, perfectly cut.
“for you,” you say with a soft smile, handing the plate over for her to take it. “you like strawberries, right?”
yura stares at it for a moment too long. the frosting looks soft. pink and white swirls like something innocent—then her eyes glance up at you—oh, something innocent.
she swallows, nodding as she straightens up. “yeah—i do,” her hand reaches out, fingers brushing yours as she takes the plate. yura lets out a soft chuckle. “i thought he’d have tiramisu cake.”
you glance back at the dining table over your shoulder, passing her the plastic fork. “oh, mm. i just really craved strawberry cheesecake this week.”
yura raises her eyebrows—oh? so sunghoon hadn’t picked the cake for his own birthday.
you had.
and of course he lets you.
she covers it with a casual nod, twirling the fork slowly between her fingers. “didn’t take you for someone with a sweet tooth,” she says, just to say something, just to hear how steady her own voice still sounds.
you don’t break eye contact, smiling at her, almost teasing. “what do you mean?” then you giggle, leaning your body sideways against the counter, elbow resting loosely. “i love sweets,” your voice syrupy. “can’t you tell?”
can’t you tell?
yura blinks, for some reason—slightly taken aback from a girl younger than her. the words feel, and sound simple but there’s a faint mockery underneath.
she forces a laugh, eyes flicking away. “right—my bad. haha.”
the second time it happened, it happened in sunghoon and jake’s shared apartment again. the three of them were super drunk. it wasn’t like the first where it’s quiet and accidental.
sunghoon and jake both reeked alcohol and beer—laughing, flushed, lumbs loose with reckless comfort that only comes after too many shots and too many years of familiarity.
yura remembered collapsing onto the couch, her cheeks warm. jake had laid himself out on the floor, face half-buried into his own hoodie, mumbling something but was sleeping.
sunghoon leaned against the couch on the floor, his head tilted back over the cushion, eyes half-lidded as he started at the ceiling like it was distorting. they didn’t say anything for a moment. the only sound was the buzz of the fridge in the kitchen, and the soft snore from jake.
then, sunghoon let out a slow exhale.
“think i’m fucked up,” he murmured quietly.
yura blinked, the haze in her brain sharpening just a little. “yeah… we’re all fucked.”
he let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head lazily. “no, like. actually. i’m fucked up,”
she turned her head to look at him, bringing her hand up to let her fingers play with sunghoon’s locks. “what’re you talking about?”
sunghoon didn’t look at her. his head still rested back, but his throat bobbed with a swallow. a moment passed.
he closed his eyes. “i’m in love with someone i’m not supposed to be.”
yura didn’t respond at first. her fingers twitched between his hair, but her body didn’t move. it's no surprise for her—she… she knew what he was talking about. but she didn’t say anything.
sunghoon finally turned his head toward her, the dim light casting deep shadows under his eyes. “she’s sweet,” he slurred, voice softer now. “she’s always been so sweet and so cute. since we were kids, she used to just follow me around like a… like a kitten, or something.”
yura’s mouth went dry. she didn’t want to listen to it anymore—but she couldn’t stop herself.
“and now she’s older,” he continued, smiling faintly to himself, eyes rolled back. “but she still looks at me like that. and it fucks me up that she’s gotten so beautiful…”
yura stared. she knew. she knew damn well. but hearing it like this—raw and ugly—made her stomach twist.
“do you know who i’m talking about?” he mumbled, groaning as he shifted his position to lean better. his back was hurting. she didn’t move—neither a nod or a shake of head. she just stayed still, heart thumping hard against her chest as she held back her breath, terrified that if she made even a sound, she’d shatter the moment… and not know anything.
sunghoon let out a dry chuckle, not expecting a reply, staring back up to the ceiling. he closed his eyes, sighing. “if you knew,” he exhaled, “you’d hate me.”
a pause.
“think i’m disgusting.”
yura’s throat tightened. her fingers curled around his strands.
she knew. but maybe because it was sunghoon. maybe because it’s her own friend. maybe because she has had a crush on him since high school—
but she didn’t think it was disgusting. she didn’t think he was disgusting.
“—what’s next, yn? are you going to continue your studies?” jake asks, lifting his head from where it rests lazily against the back of the couch. you turn to him, smiling. “oh, um…”
everyone looks your way now.
yura watches as your fingers toy with the edge of your cup—a soda—the pads of your thumbs pressing faint little crescents into the plastic. you smile, small, polite, cute little thing,
“‘m not sure yet,” you admit softly. “i mean, i got an offer to continue studying overseas.”
that perks a few eyebrows. heesung lets out a quiet “oh? that’s amazing, yn!” from the corner of the couch. they’re impressed.
“but…” your voice trails for a beat. “my parents won’t let me go.” you say it lightly, a shy, embarrassed smile appears on your face as you sink back on the couch.
that’s not a surprise. yura knows your family. how overprotective and doting they are.
but yura notices the pause. and then she sees it.
you glance across the room—not to jake, or ni-ki who sits beside you, not to her, your soda, or your lap. or anyone in the living room.
but to your older brother.
sunghoon’s already looking at you. his gaze never waver. he’s not smiling. he’s just watching, unreadable, but a little too still. a little too aware.
a little too guilty.
yura feels her throat dry.
you smile again—shrugging like it’s no biggie. “anyway, it’s not like i have plans to go out of this country anyway.”
“why not?” ni-ki asks, his shoulder brushes against yours as he turns his head to look at you. his arm rests behind you on the couch. you glance at him, sighing softly. “mm, no reason?”
“ay, that’s not an answer,” he teases, nudging you lightly again. “c’mon. if it’s a good opportunity—”
“she doesn’t need to leave korea for education,” sunghoon cuts in. his voice is casual. sarcastic in a way that could pass for a joke—barely. but his smile doesn’t reach his eyes, and his hand tightens slightly around his cup.
ni-ki blinks, turning his head. “huh?”
sunghoon shrugs, tilting his head to appear unaffected. “i mean… she’s already got people falling over themselves here. doesn’t need to run off for a degree, right?”
yura goes still. wow.
you blink, visibly caught off-guard, and let out a soft chuckle. “that’s flattering? does that mean you’re going to pay for my bills, hoonie?”
yura feels her heart skips a beat. she recalls sunghoon—jerking off to that nickname.
sunghoon smiles—slow. “i can pay your bills forever, yn,” he says, his voice low. “if you let me.” he bites the inside of his cheek.
jake makes a noise, somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “god, you’re so drunk!” he laughs, hitting sunghoon’s forearm. sunghoon groans and laughs along too—but his eyes are quick to glance back at you. “i’m serious,” he mouths.
you press your tongue to the inside of your cheek, suppressing the twitch of a smile like you don’t feel the weight of his gaze.
nobody is paying attention to nobody anymore.
yura’s fingers are still on the hem of her top. her breath halts.
wow—you… you don’t even bother hiding it. don’t even bother hiding hat glance, that smile, and the way your body language is just screaming to be noticed. the way you tilt your body just a little more in his direction, basking in the attention like it’s sunlight.
yura looks down, suddenly cold in the warmth of the room. she rubs her thumb against the back of her hand as if it could scrub the thought out of her head.
you… know.
you know exactly what you’re doing. you’re smiling like a girl who doesn’t know any better—head leaning slightly toward ni-ki’s chest. you know sunghoon’s listening when you laugh a little too long.
and sunghoon—god, park sunghoon—he’s just sitting there, like it’s fine and actually being into it. his arm drapes lazily over the back of the couch, head tilted toward jake like he’s listening to him—but his eyes flick to you, again and again, like not looking will kill him.
yura’s stomach twists. so quiet yet bold right in front of them all.
don’t you have any shame? the two of you?
she shifts in her seat uncomfortably—she doesn’t even know what she’s feeling—disgust? jealousy? guilt?
maybe it’s all of it.
someone’s snoring.
jake, most likely.
yura groans softly and stirs on the couch, blinking through the haze in her head. she doesn’t remember falling asleep but it seems like everyone has either gone home, or passed out drunk on their seats.
her mouth is dry and the back of her neck is damp and sticky with sweat. she grimaces and pushes herself up with one hand, making sure not to bother sleeping jay beside her—then shuffles quietly toward the bathroom.
“damn, this bladder…” yura mutters under her breath as she rubs her eyes with the heel of her palm, stumbling softly through the dark. her steps are clumsy as she tries to navigate the layout of the house.
she reaches the end, fingers brushing the bathroom doorframe—then stops.
her brows twitch.
“keep your voice down, yn—do you want my friends to hear you?”
was that…?
sunghoon clamps his hand over your mouth, muffling your moans, a grin eases its way onto his handsome features. he looks up to you with a toothy smirk, canines digging into his bottom lip. the wet squelching of your pussy was almost deafeningly loud despite your little muffled moanings.
“mhh—ngh, hoonie,” you slur, muffled behind his palms. you dart your tongue out to lick it, nibbling on his skin. “so big,” you moan softly as sunghoon lifts you off his lap before dropping you, letting you slam back down on his big cock. the head of his dick nestles against your cervix with each brutal thrust.
“such a slut—” he groans, chuckling as he grabs your hip. “you wanna leave me, baby? is that it? you wanna run off to fucking, fuck—states—and leave me?” sunghoon jerks his hips up—slamming right against your womb.
you mewl pathetically, tilting your head back and your hands travel up around sunghoon’s wrist on your mouth, shaking your head. “mm—mm,” you cry out against his palm, walls tightening around his wet cock.
“so cute,” he hammers his cock into your cunt, each thrust jolts your limp body up. “i’ll never let you leave me—you can’t leave me,” you nod and cry softly as his cock drags against your sensitive walls. your older brother’s thrusts are rough and merciless and jealous, cock balls deep and slapping against your wet pussy.
you gnaw on his palm, fingers scratching his wrist like a cat. your legs burn with electricity. in and out, in and out, in. out. in. your eyes roll back as he angles his cock to accommodate your wet cunt. “gosh—you’re the meanest older brother i know—mhh—!” you manage to choke out, pussy sucking him like a vice.
sunghoon smirks, swallowing the lump in his throat, his adam apples bob up and down as he removes his hand off your mouth to rub his thumb over your glistening clit. “yeah?” he breathes, his other hand presses its fingertips into your flesh. “you’re the cutest little sister i know.” he moans, jabbing his cock against your soft, squishy spot.
you cry out softly, breathless, tilting your head back in the air. “hoonie!”
yura freezes, blood draining from her face as she recoils like she’s been slapped hard. her hand flies to her mouth before she can stop it, but her breath still punches out in a tiny, choked sound. her entire body and system goes stiff.
she should leave—she should leave, oh god.
but just as her foot begins to step back—
your head shifts, pretty lashes fluttering open through the haze of pleasure.
through the narrow crack in the door of sunghoon’s home bedroom—you see her.
yura frozen like a statue.
your lips part, darting your tongue out to lick your lips. not in shock, not in shame—but something far worse.
you smile.
your lashes lower just a little, like you’re letting her in on a secret no one else deserves more.
and then your eyes, heavy and glistening with pleasure tears—lock with hers.
“‘m gonna cum, hoonie—!” you arch your back just slightly more, a desperate, needy, soft moan spilling from your mouth—exaggerated now, deliberate like a performance.
for her.
she can’t see sunghoon’s face but—
“mm—fuck, yeah, ‘m gonna cum too, pretty,” sunghoon hisses, the end tapering off to a whimper as his cock throb deep in your pussy. his thrusts lose its rhythm, harsh and rough and chasing its high. his hand on your hip travels up to grope your tit, the flesh squeezed through the gaps between his fingers. “y—you’re my birthday gift, yeah?”
you nod eagerly, moving your hips back and forth—shaking violently on his lap. the contracting, squeezing, and twitching of your pussy is sending sunghoon over the edge. “inside—inside, inside,” you sob quietly, one hand on his lower abdomen and the other rests on top of his hand on your tit, squeezing it through.
“i love you, i love you, i love you—” sunghoon’s voice cracks with each word, slurred from pleasure and something raw. he picks up his tempo, hips meet yours with a loud splat, your ass slams against his skin. your tits bounce up and down as you chase your orgasm. “i love you so much, god i wish you weren’t—” he swallows, grunting.
“wish you weren’t my little sister—” hips moving in a frantic rhythm. the words spill out shame-laced and broken. you hum, “‘m yours, hoonie, i’ll be whatever you want.” you moan softly, teething as you bite down your bottom lip hard that it draws blood. the head of sunghoon’s cock plunges to the deepest depths of your cunt.
sunghoon lets out a noise, something between a sob and a laugh—”i’ll kill anyone who tries to take you from me,” he mumbles, not even aware of his own words now. “swear to god, i will.”
yura’s knees threaten to give. her heart pounds so hard it’s hurting her physically. her mouth is dry—but she can’t look away.
she’s more disgusted at herself—for still staying and liking sunghoon.
“yes—yes yes yesyesyes, hoonie, cummin’, ‘m cummin’—” you babble as you teeter on the edge. you let out a whimper as you cum on his cock, climax tears through you like an arrow. sunghoon, too—cock twitches as he spurts his cum deep inside you, emptying his load and filling you up with his warm, thick semen.
you whine and whimper and cry softly, perky nipple rubbed between sunghoon’s fingertips as his seed leaks out from your fucked pussy. “shit, yn—i love you so much,” he confesses, tired and dazy. he doesn’t pull out. you don’t get off.
when you turn to look again—yura’s gone.
the hallway is empty as if she was never there.
you blink once, then smile to yourself before sunghoon’s hand catches your cheek, turning you back towards him to pull you into a soft, tender kiss.
guess she got the message.
bonus ( ˶˘ ³˘)♡
you are two years younger than sunghoon.
when you were kids, that meant nothing really—he was the older brother who held your hand on trips, who took the scolding for you when you broke something precious that belonged to dad, who waited for you after school even if his’ ended an hour ago.
you clung to him easily, and he always let you.
back then, love felt easy. safe. siblings.
you are also a lot shorter, softer, cuter, purer, and everything along the lines compared to sunghoon.
so when you got older—somewhere around your second year of high school, when your skirts got a little shorter, and you started locking your bedroom door and being bratty to your own older brother—something in him… shifted..
he told himself he was just being protective. sunghoon told himself he was just losing the version of you when you were small.
but when boys your age—or worse, older like him—started noticing you, whispering about in the hallway, and grinning to themselves when you passed by in your pleated skirt, sunghoon noticed them.
it became more than irritation, the sense of wanting to protect, and jealousy.
sunghoon started thinking things he shouldn’t.
and by the time he realised it wasn’t just a phase—it was already too late.
he sees you more than just his lovely baby sister.
“hoonie, you’re not listening to me…”
now in the quiet of his room, his bedside lamp casting soft yellow light across your face, you pout a little, nudging his knee with yours—except there’s no space between the two of you. you’re sitting on his lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world. your legs bracket his, your arms draped loosely around his neck.
your voice pulls him back like a hook behind his ribs.
sunghoon blinks once, like he’s being woken up from something. he feels your weight on him, your warmth, and you breath against his skin. he feels the way your fingers toy idly with the ends of his hair. it sends him shivers.
he swallows hard, eyes flicking down to your lips before he can stop himself.
“i am,” he murmurs, but it comes out weak.
you raise your brows, skeptical, tilting your head slightly. “really?”
sunghoon nods, eyes low, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt you’re wearing. the one that obviously hangs loose on your, brushing the tops of your thighs, sleeves too long for your arms.
and you’re not wearing a bra either.
you shift on his lap just slightly—subtle, but enough to rub your clothed cunt over his hard-on. his breath stutters, hands stilling where they rest against your sides.
“then what did i just say?” you ask, voice soft barely above a whisper.
sunghoon’s gaze lift to meet yours. he doesn’t answer, but instead, his hand moves without thinking—tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers lingering at your jaw. “okay, okay, sorry,” he smiles sheepishly, keeping his hand on your jaw. “i spaced out.”
you giggle softly, completely unaware of exactly what he’s thinking of. “you always do that when i’m talking about something really serious,” you tease, nose scrunching as you tap your finger on the tip of his nose. you’re never serious, sunghoon wants to comment that, but he didn’t.
“what were you even thinking about?”
you.
sunghoon’s gaze drops once again to your lips. he swallow, jaw tight. “doesn’t matter.” then slowly, he leans in to capture your lips.
but you stop him. a hand flat against his chest, just enough pressure to pause him mid-motion. sunghoon’s breath hitches. he can definitely just force his way out—but you wouldn’t like that.
“no,” you say softly, brows lifting as you lean in just enough to graze your lips against his. “tell me what you were really thinking about.”
he tries to glance away, but your palms stays firm, your legs still straddling him, holding him there. and god, he could feel the fabric of your panties against his clothed hard cock. it’s impossible to back off now.
“...yura,” he says finally, jaw working.
you blink, slightly taken aback. “yura?”
sunghoon nods, swallowing the lump in his throat. “she’s been… weird,” he mutters, eyes narrowing slightly. he’s not looking at you, just focused on his hands on your thighs, rubbing slow circles and inching the hem of your shirt higher with every pass.
your smile fades, a faint crease tensioning between your brows.
yura?
you almost let out a scoff—avoiding him?
she should be.
you lean in slightly, pressing your tits against his chest. your slightly perky nipples brush against his, and he stills beneath you. every nerve in his body just lit up. “why does that bother you?”
sunghoon hesitates, his fingertips tapping idly against your bare thigh, then tracing lazy, silly shapes like he’s trying to distract himself.. “well, we’ve been friends for a really long time… you know that too.”
his voice is quieter now, and his hands move again—sliding a little further up.
you scoff softly, tilting your head, mock-curious. “yeah, so what?” you hum, raising your eyebrows, eyes narrowing just slightly. “you like her or something?”
sunghoon tenses immediately. his grip on your thighs tightens for a split second before he looks at you, jaw clenched. “what? no,” he says quickly, shaking his head with his brows furrowed like he’s pissed—he is pissed. “don’t be ridiculous.”
his voice is sharp and defensive, cutting too fast.
he doesn’t like that it could fathom to you—that yura could even be a thought in your head when you’re sitting prettily here, on him, got him all wrapped around your little pinky like god didn’t write that he belongs to you in the stars.
sunghoon hates that you looked at him like you doubted something.
you don’t answer. just looking at him with your head tilted and that expression sunghoon could never guess what you’re thinking.
“you know you’re the only girl for me,” he mutters, swallowing the lump in his throat in fear that he’s made you upset.
but then you pull him closer to you by your arms around his neck. your fingers playing with the hair there—light and teasing. your tits are squished against sunghoon’s broad chest, and your back is arched making your ass slightly lifted. sunghoon holds himself back from groping—it’s not the right time.
“then don’t you ever think about her again,”
before he can react, you crush your lips against his—teeth clashing painfully and full of possessive, irritated, claiming. sunghoon groans into your mouth, caught off guard but responding instantly like it’s muscle memory.
he kisses back just as hard and deep, all his frustration melting into hunger and all that defensiveness bleeding into the way he grips your hips like he needs to ground himself. you slide your hands into his hair and pull him harder, your fingers dig into the flesh on the back of his neck until he lets out a moan into your mouth.
“mh,” sunghoon moans and nods, his hands shifting lower—spreading across your back as he tries to anchor you to himself. his palms press firm, almost desperate, sliding beneath your shirt, slender fingers splaying across bare skin.
his tongue brushes against yours, dancing and dangling and overlapping one another. your thighs tighten around his hips, rolling and moving your lower body just enough to draw a low curse from his throat. you grind on his lap, positioning his clothed erection just between your pussy lips as you rub it back and forth.
“god,” sunghoon pants against your lips. “you drive me fucking crazy—fuck,” his breath stutters in his chest. you smile against his lips, tilting your head to kiss him deeper. sunghoon’s sharp canines graze your bottom lip, tugging it gently—not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a slight teeth mark.
he feels his cock throbbing and begging to be let out from underneath his briefs and he swears that if you get off—both of you could see the wet stain from his precum staining his sweats. “yn,” he breathes out into your lips, so desperate. “i can’t—can’t hold it back anymore,”
fuck, he wants to take you.
sunghoon’s hands reach and touch everywhere he can—gripping and digging his nails into your waist, sliding under your shirt, holding you down, and pressing you on his bulge. his forehead presses to yours, eyes shut, breathing uneven. he’s so flushed and needy.
his hands slide down to grab a handful of your ass, fondling, flesh spilling between his fingers. your older brother massages your butt, pressing his nails into the cheeks—parting, squishing them.
you can feel how badly he wants you.
your hands stay tangled in his hair, lips parted, body flush against his—but then you pull back from the kiss.
sunghoon’s lips part like he’s chasing after you instinctively, his head leaning forward even after you’ve moved away—like he needs just one more taste. his brows twitch together, confused, breathless, so painfully horny.
“wh—what’s wrong?”
you don’t answer him right away, but instead looking down at him with your lashes low.
“i changed my mind,” you say softly. sunghoon freezes. “i don’t wanna do it tonight.”
his eyes widen and his hands are quick to flex on your waist, trying to draw you close to him again. “no, no—come on,” he whispers, chasing your mouth again, pressing up, trying to recapture that high. “baby, please—”
but you lean away, putting your hands on his chest as a barrier—a space between the two of you. you narrow your eyes.
“weren’t you just thinking about yura?” you hum, mock dripping down your voice like poison as you smile.
“what—?” his brows furrow, panicked. “no. it’s not like that. baby—”
“yes, you were,” you reply coldly, rolling your eyes and lightly pushing his chest away. you slide off his lap, pulling down and straightening your shirt. “and now i’m not in the mood.”
you watch the panic flicker in his eyes as sunghoon swallows the lump in his throat. his eyes widen and his lips part like he’s scrambling for the words—and say something, anything to get you to stay in his bedroom. “baby, hear me out—”
he shifts forward quickly—nearly tripping over his sheets. his movements are frantic. it’s slipping through his fingers. his hand reaches for you, fingers brushing your wrist but you pull your arm away.
you sigh, feigning exasperation. you run your hand—the same arm sunghoon tries to reach for—through your hair. “you should’ve just kept your mouth shut, hoonie.”
and then you leave him there—breathless, completely undone, cock hard, leaking, and painful, his pants wet from where his precum stained it—while you disappear down the hallway like it means complete shit to you.
sunghoon feels small as his bedroom door swings faintly—the desperation is dragging him down, peeling off all that cool, older-brother composure he used to wear so easily and proudly.
