Everyone, this is a state-of-emergency PSA announcement. Maki has become curious. I repeat, he has become curious. Gather every tangerine, strawberry, and cookie you can, all of your smuts, drabbles, EVERYTHING, and get in the fucking bunker. Doomsday has approached. Our careers are over. 😭
Okay this came to me in a dream last night where I was reading a post about this and I woke up itching for this to be real so here it is. It’s a long description but i wanted to get the picture across as best as possible .
P.s. if you’re a writer and would like to use this idea please reach out to me and I can tell you the details I left out and give me credit thank you💋
«Bad Mouth»
Where reader is with both maki and Nico who are both much taller then her (she’s like a whole foot shorter than both) and have a habit to talk to each other while reader is standing right there but thanks to her height they sometimes don’t notice she’s standing right there and they “bad mouth” her. Not really they just will bring you up specifically Nico. He’ll ask Maki’s opinion on a conversation he had with you or something you said that rubbed him weird or if he’s over thinking something relating to you. Maki isn’t innocent in this either he slips up too but for some reason Nico has made a habit of this. Example Nico will ask maki if “checking out” another girls fit is cheating. Maki tells him well it depends on how mad reader gets. Which makes Nico remember that you’re right there and he looks your way to see you glaring at him. This happens way more than it should the 3 of you have had plenty of conversations about it but somehow it keeps happening where you’re boyfriends “bad mouth” you. This cycle continues until a night out celebrating K’s recent achievement Nico and Maki start to “forget” about their girlfriend and brings up her embarrassing drinking moments. She decides to show them embarrassing and makes it her goal to get black out. Well about 5 drinks later and she gets sad they still haven’t noticed her so she decides she’ll get an uber home but some drunk man who wants to dance thinks differently. After trying to get the guy to leave her alone the boys finally sees her and rush over when they get her away she goes outside to leave where she yells at them then dips. When she gets home she showers and lay down the boys show up 30 minutes later. They try to apologize but she’s too upset to forgive them. They have a deep talk and show her how she never truly leaves their mind and how much they love to talk about her. This is where it gets steamy and they give her so much attention it starts to become overwhelming how attentive they are with her.
Warning tags were something like this: Overstimulation, 3some, dirty talk, p in v, no condom, fingering, oral (M&F) deep throat, spitting, cum play, cum eating, making out, nipple play (M&F), some BxB moments, alcohol, smoking, slight agust, smut, cussing, reader goes to “Paris”
Let me know if I should make this a reality or not
an: donor haechan is here! this one is soooo fucking filthy guys i don’t know what else to say. also boyfriend is felix from skz, my little sunshine <3, who fr deserves the best boyfriend award after this (or maybe the worst? you tell me). enjoy the last of the orgasm donor mini-series. have fun reading! - with love, c.
it started with your boyfriend staring at the ceiling, one arm tucked under his head, freckles faint in the low light.
“we should try something different,” felix said suddenly, voice raspy but steady.
you blinked, propped up on one elbow beside him, "different, like what?”
his eyes shifted to yours, a little uneasy, “i don’t know. toys? a sex workshop? or…maybe you could…” he hesitated, running hand over his hair, “maybe you could book a donor.”
you sat up straighter, “a donor? you mean like….at the neo orgasm clinic?”
you’ve been hearing about this clinic for days now. it was everywhere – tiktok, instagram reels, even on facebook.
like temptation dressed up as self-care, like sin daring you to cheat on your boyfriend. the kind of thing you scrolled past too quickly before the thought could burrow too deep…so now, hearing the words from his mouth, left you shocked and confused.
the air between you went thick. you love felix, you really, really do.
but for the past year, you’d been pretending the candlelit nights and whispered questions were enough. pretending his careful touches didn’t leave you restless, frustrated and unfulfilled.
he was sweet, thoughtful, his voice alone can get you wet in seconds…but none of it was ever enough to make you feel alive under his hands.
felix laughed softly, cheeks pink even in the dim light.
“yeah. one of the guys told me he and his girlfriend tried it. he said it helped her figure out what she really liked. and…i just…want that for you too.”
“love, you’re really serious with this?” you asked, searching his face, heart squeezing at the honesty in his tone, at the gentleness in his eyes.
“dead serious,” he said. his smile was sad, but earnest.
he reached for your hand immediately, threading his fingers through yours.
“i love you, but i know i’m not giving what you need. i know i’m too afraid to push too far,” his thumb brushed gently over your knuckles, “you deserve to…explore, to feel everything, to know what it’s like to be wanted in that way.”
your chest tightened. this was the problem. he was always too sweet. too nice. too sensitive.
“and…you’ll still want me to be your girlfriend?”
“of course,” he said softly, without hesitation.
“one session. a hall pass. no guilt, no rules. i’ll be here after, the same as always. i just want you to be happy, you know?”
you squeezed his hand, your chest warm and aching all at once, “you really are the sweetest.”
“not sweet enough to make you moan the way you should,” he joked lightly, kissing the back of your hand. “
“so… let someone who can do it show you how.”
you laughed softly, lying back down beside him. but long after felix fell asleep, his words kept replaying in your head, circling through your thoughts until the idea burned like a brand.
✚ BOOK NOW ✚
it sounded outrageous when felix said it, but now, in the quiet, it felt less like a wild idea and more like an open door you couldn’t stop peeking through.
careful not to wake him, you slipped your phone from the nightstand and pulled the blanket tighter around yourself. with your heart already pounding, you opened a browser and searched for the neo orgasm clinic’s website.
the site loaded in clean white with soft blue lettering, promising safe, healthy, satisfying orgasms for women.
you chewed your lip as you scrolled, each click pulling you deeper. what had once just been a rumor floating across your social media feed now unfolding in front of you like something tangible, real, available.
page after page detailed how the clinic worked —rigorous screenings, medical clearances, licensed donors, customizable boundaries. it was clinical enough to seem safe, yet daring enough to feel dangerous.
by the time you reached the sign up form, you were convinced.
step 1: medical verification. a form requesting a recent full panel of STI test within the last month.
you nodded to yourself. easy enough. you’ve only ever had sex with felix and you both knew you were clean.
step 2: sexual preferences and boundaries. the screen lit up with a list and instructions
check all acts you’re open to exploring with your donor. this does not guarantee they will occur. your donor will review and operate within your boundaries.
your pulse skipped. besides felix’s careful touches and a couple of unsatisfying encounters from the past, you’d never let anyone really do these things to you. really treat you like you were something unbreakable. but wasn’t that the point? to finally see what it was supposed to feel like?
you hesitated, only briefly, before clicking through, your finger steady as the list filled with checks:
☑️ anal play
☑️ bondage
☑️ choking
☑️ clitoral simulation
☑️ degradation
☑️ dirty talk
☑️ discipline
☑️ domination
☑️ edging
☑️ fingering
☑️ hair-pulling
☑️ kissing
☑️ nipple play
☑️ objectification
☑️ oral
☑️ orgasm control
☑️ praise
☑️ rough sex
☑️ slapping
☑️ spanking
☑️ vaginal penetration
you hovered over more darker options like knife play, pet play, whipping – but you scrolled past them. those options felt a bit too much for someone who’s only used to soft kisses and vanilla sex.
for now, you wanted to taste what it meant to be touched without hesitation. to feel the difference between “gentle” and “rough,” between “careful” and “hungry.” you wanted to be handled, pushed, maybe even broken down but in ways your body could understand. so you left the darkest boxes empty. not now. maybe not ever. and you hit next.
step 3: why are you booking this appointment?
you typed quickly, the words’s spilling out raw before you could second-guess:
my boyfriend is too careful. too soft. i want someone who isn’t afraid to break me. someone who can test my limits. someone who knows exactly what they’re doing. i don’t want sweet this time. i want rough. i want to be manhandled so bad i have to beg to stop.
step 4: choose your donor
the profiles loaded. each headshot paired with glowing blurbs. the men all looked impressive, polished, safe. but then a name kept appearing – lee haechan.
you clicked on him. his profile photo stared back at you — sharp jaw, mischievous eyes, a smirk that made your stomach flip. and beneath it is a badge with the words: #1 Most Mentioned in Reviews.
the testimonials weren’t neat paragraphs like the others. they were chaotic, breathless, typed like confessions:
“i came so many times i lost count. he bullied me into orgasms i didn’t even know my body could have.”
“started off playful, made me laugh, then had me crying into the sheets ten minutes later. he’s a menace.”
“he choked me out, spanked me raw and still somehow made me feel safe enough to fall asleep on his chest after. unreal.”
and the most captivating one of all:
“haechan will literally ruin your life in the best way possible. don’t book him unless you’re ready to walk funny for two days.”
you swallowed hard, your fingers trembling as you scrolled. these didn’t sound like warnings. they sounded like invitations. like exactly what you wanted.
your thumb hovered over the glowing blue button at the boom of the screen. you looked once more at felix’s sleeping figure before inhaling sharply and clicking — BOOK NOW.
Neo Orgasm Clinic Consultation: CONFIRMED
Donor: Haechan Lee
Date of Consultation: August 24, 2025
you set your phone down slowly, pulse still racing. the room was quiet. felix’s breathing even beside you. but you knew nothing about tonight was quiet anymore. the decision was made. the door was open. and once you stepped through it, there was no going back.
✚ THE CONSULTATION ✚
the clinic lobby was quieter than you expected. soft instrumental music floated through the speakers, the faint scent of lavender and eucalyptus carried in the air. everything about the place whispered safe, professional, even though your stomach was doing flips.
felix was waiting in the car, parked in the parking lot, giving your hand one last squeeze before letting go. he didn’t come in with you, said he wanted you to have the space to do this your way.
“i’ll be here when you’re done,” he’d murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. the memory was still warm against your skin as you stepped toward the front desk.
the receptionist, taeyong, looked up the moment you approached the front desk. his calm smile didn’t falter.
“welcome to neo orgasm clinic,” he greeted, his voice warm but efficient as he asked you for your full name. you gave it softly, almost like whispering it might steady your nerves.
“ahh,” taeyong nodded, typing something into his screen, “consultation with donor haechan?”
you swallowed and nodded, clutching your bag a little together, “yes.”
“great,” he reached over the counter, placing a table in front of you, “before we proceed, kindly review your form one last time. you can add or remove any preferences now. remember, consent is required for everything.”
your throat felt dry as you picked up the tablet. the screen glowing back at you with your selections — seeing it all lined up again made your skin feel hot, your fingers tightening against the edges of the tablet. it was one thing to click boxes in your bedroom at midnight, it was another to see them listed here in the clinic, knowing someone else would be reading them.
for a moment, you almost backed out — you could hand the tablet back, tell taeyong you’d changed your mind, walk right out the door and have felix drive you home. but then you thought about felix’s gentle smile, the way his hand lingered on yours when he told you he wanted this for you and you forced yourself to breathe, scrolled all the way to the bottom, and tapped confirm.
the tablet pinged softly, the screen thanked you and welcomed you officially to the program.
taeyong took the tablet back, his expression calm as ever, “perfect. haechan will be out in a moment to bring you in for consultation. please, have a seat.”
you nodded and sat down on one of the low chairs near the lobby wall, smoothing your palms against your knees. the room was warm, the music soft, but every nerve in your body felt on high alert.
five minutes later, the door at the far end of the hall clicked open.
“ms. y/n?”
you looked up.
lee haechan strode into the lobby with easy confidence, his voice carrying just enough to cut through the quiet. he didn’t walk so much as he owned the space. like every eye should naturally follow him. dressed casually — black trousers, a cream sweater, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, exposing lean, toned forearms. he looked nothing like the clinical profiles on the website. he looked real. intimidatingly real.
his dark eyes flicked to yours, sharp and knowing, before a slow grin curved across his lips. the kind of grin that said he’d already read every word of your form and was dying to use it against you.
“hi,” he said, his voice warm but threaded with mischief as he walked straight toward you, closing the space between you without hesitation. he extended a hand, palm steady, fingers long.
“i’m haechan. ready for your consultation?”
you blinked up at him, nerves tangling in your chest. you slipped your hand into his, the contact sending a little spark up your arm. “y-yes,” you managed, your voice softer than you intended.
his grin widened, thumb brushing deliberately against your knuckles before he let go, “cute,” he said under his breath, like it was just for you, before gesturing toward the consultation rooms.
“follow me.”
as you rose to your feet, you swore your legs felt a little less steady. he didn’t rush, walking at a pace that made it impossible not to notice the confidence in his stride — the kind that promised trouble. the kind you’d signed up for.
the consultation room wasn’t clinical the way you half-expected. it was warm, softly lit, with a low couch and a single chair across from it. a table between them held water bottles, tissues, and another tablet. the space felt intimate, not intimidating, though the pounding of your pulse didn’t ease one bit.
“sit,” haechan said lightly, gesturing toward the couch. he dropped into the chair opposite, lounging back in a way that made it look like he’d been born comfortable there.
you perched on the edge of the couch, clutching your hands together in your lap.
he reached for the tablet, swiping it open, his eyes scanning the screen. his grin was instant.
“well, well,” he drawled, glancing up at you, “you didn’t hold back.”
your stomach flipped, “i…i just checked what i thought i wanted.”
“good,” he tapped the screen, still smirking, “because honesty makes this whole thing easier. and a hell of a lot more fun.”
your face warmed at the casual way he said it, like wrecking you was as simple as marking his calendar.
he leaned forward, elbows braced on his knees, eyes glinting as he read, “bondage, choking, degradation, spanking, rough sex…” his grin sharpened, “you sure you’ve never done any of these before?”
you shook your head quickly, heat rushing to your cheeks, “no. my boyfriend… he’s not… like that.”
“mmm,” haechan tilted his head, studying you for a long beat, like he was already peeling away your nerves piece by piece, “and does your boyfriend know you’re here today?”
your throat bobbed, “y-yes. it was his idea.”
that made his brow quirk higher, amused, “bold move,” he set the tablet down on the table with a little click and leaned back in his chair, arms folding loosely over his chest. his eyes never left yours.
“but the real question is… do you want this?”
suddenly, the air felt heavier, his words landing harder than you expected. your lips parted, but no sound came out right away. you were aware of your heartbeat thundering in your ears, of the way his gaze didn’t waver.
“i…” you swallowed. it was hard to admit that your boyfriend’s touches weren’t enough so you mustered all your courage and forced the words out.
“yes. i do.”
he leaned forward again, resting his elbows on his knees, “here’s how this works,” he said, voice steady, serious even beneath the teasing curl of his lips.
“you set the boundaries. i play inside them. you feel unsafe, we stop. you don’t even have to explain yourself. the safe word is red. got it?”
you nodded quickly, “got it.”
“say it for me.”
“…red.”
“good girl.”
the praise slipped off his tongue so naturally it made your chest flutter. he leaned back again, crossing one ankle over his knee.
“now, about your list. you want rough, you’re gonna get rough. but…” his grin turned wicked, “i’ll decide just how much you can actually take. you might think you’re ready for everything you checked but it’s my job to find out where your limit really is.”
the room felt hotter, your pulse hammering as his words sank in.
“and don’t worry,” he added, voice dropping lower, darker, “i’m very, very good at finding limits.”
you exhaled shakily, pressing your thighs together.
haechan’s smirk softened then, a flicker of playfulness breaking through the edge in his tone.
“so, ms. y/n,” he said, drawing your name out just enough to make it sound like a tease, “are you ready to book your appointment?”
you nodded quickly, your voice a little breathless, “yes.”
“august 27,” he confirmed smoothly, tapping it into the system without looking away from you, “that okay with you?”
“yes,” you said again, firmer this time.
his grin widened, wolfish, as he set the tablet aside.
“then i’ll see you on the 27th.”
he stood, offering you his hand to shake like it was the neat wrap-up of a business deal, except the glint in his eyes made it clear it was anything but.
Neo Orgasm Clinic Session: CONFIRMED
Client: Y/N L/N
Donor: Haechan Lee
Date of Session: August 27, 2025
✚ THE APPOINTMENT ✚
felix’s car rolled to a stop in front of the clinic, the soft hum of the engine filling the silence between you. you sat with your hands clasped tightly in your lap, staring at the clinic like it might swallow you whole.
“you okay?” your boyfriend’s voice was deep but quiet, careful.
you turned to look at him. his freckles were faint in the dark, his smile a little too soft to match the chaos inside your chest.
“i’m nervous,” you admitted, your voice small, “and i feel like i’m cheating on you.”
he offers you a small smile, “you’re not.”
he reached over, threading his fingers through yours, giving your hands the same steady squeeze he had the first time, “we both want this. just…text me when you’re done, okay?”
you nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat, “okay.”
he leaned over, pressing a kiss to your temple, familiar, grounding, achingly sweet, “go,” he whispered.
you slipped out of the car before you could think twice, clutching your bag tight to your side. the doors slide open, welcoming you into the same softly lit lobby.
taeyong looked up the second you stepped inside, “just in time,” he said warmly.
“suite 6, he’s waiting for you.”
your pulse jumped as you entered the private suites room. each step toward suite 6 felt heavier then the last, your heartbeat loud in your ears. and then you were there — standing outside the door, staring at the number plate.
you drew in a shaky breath and heard the soft click as the door unlocked. the handle turned easily in your hand. you pushed the door open slowly, your breath caught somewhere between your chest and your throat.
suite 6 was nothing like a hotel room and nothing like a sterile clinic either. the lighting was low and golden, spiling from shaded lamps instead of harsh overhead bulbs. a wide bed sat at the center, dressed in dark, soft-looking sheets. there was a full-length mirror angled against one wall. the air carried a faint trace of sandal wood, warm and grounding but your nerves spiked the same.
and then you saw him — haechan was leaning against the wall, arms folded across his chest, dressed in black slacks and a black polo that clung just enough to his frame, the arms rolled at the sides, showing off his veins, and a black belt with a silver buckle wrapped tightly around his hips.
the same cocky smirk you remembered from the consultation was already tugging at his lips, his eyes locking on you the second the door clicked shut behind you.
“took you long enough,” he teased, voice warm but edged with mischief, “i was starting to think you’d changed your mind.”
you swallowed, clutching your bag tighter, “i…almost did.”
“almost.” he pushed off the wall with lazy confidence, closing a little distance between you, “but you didn’t.” his gaze flicked down your body, slow and deliberate, before meeting your eyes again.
“good girl.” the praise landed hot in your stomach, just like it had in the consultation room.
he nodded toward the small chair by the corner, “put your bag there, you won’t need it.”
your feet moved before your brain could catch up, setting your bag down carefully where he’d pointed. almost like your body was ready to follow every single one of his commands without question.
when you turned back, he was closer now, close enough that you could smell the faint mix of clean soap and sandalwood clinging to his skin.
“first appointments are always a little nerve-wracking,” he said casually, as if reading the tension in your shoulders, as if he knew you would come back for another, “but you already know the rules. you already know the safe word. so all you have to do…” his smirk curved wider, taking another step towards you, “is follow my lead.”
he was so close now. your pulse hammered, your throat dry. you managed a small nod.
then, without warning, his hand lifted — long fingers grazing the bare skin of your forearm. they crawled upward, mapping the line of your arm until they reached your shoulder. the light brush of his touch left goosebumps in its wake.
“you asked for rough,” he said softly, but there was nothing gentle about the way his tone darkened, edged with promise.
his fingers slid higher, up the curve of your neck, threading into your hair at the base of your skull. he tugged — not harshly, not yet. but firm enough to tilt your chin up and force your eyes on his. and in him you saw the kind of hunger and spark felix never gave you.
“i’ll give you rough,” he continued, his voice a low rumble that sank straight in your chest.
“but the fun part…” his grin turned wicked, his grip in your hair tightening just enough to make your scalp prickle, “…is figuring out just how much you can take, babygirl.”
the name landed hot and heavy in your stomach, your breath catching in your throat.
you swallowed hard, your voice barely steady, “and…if i can’t?”
his smirked sharpened, his eyes glinting with mischief.
“then you say the safe word. and i stop.”
his head tilted slightly, eyes never leaving yours, “and i’m gonna make sure—” his grip tugged your head just a fraction closer, his breath brushing over your lips, “—you’re going to be so fucked out you’ll scream red.”
you gulped. your thighs pressed together instinctively, the knot of anticipation in your belly tightening.
“now,” he said, releasing your hair only to drag his fingers back down your arm before dropping away completely, already making you miss the heat.
“let’s get started.”
you expected him to touch you again. to grab your wrist. to pull you. to close the gap between you in a feverish kiss. but he didn’t.
instead, he just looked at you.
his dark eyes locked on yours, steady, unblinking, glinting with the kind of confidence that pinned you in place without a single hand on you. the air felt charged, every second stretched thin with tension.
“back up,” he murmured.
your breath caught. he didn’t move, didn’t do so much as lift a finger but his gaze commanded. and before you realized it, your feet shifted. one step back. then another. the space between you stretched, yet somehow you felt closer, like he was pulling you along invisible strings.
“that’s it,” he said low, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a smirk, “already so obedient for me.”
heat flooded your chest at the words, your pulse drumming loud in your ears. step by step, he walked you backward with nothing but his eyes and the weight of his voice. your calves brushed the edge of the bed before you even realized how far you’d gone.
haechan tilted his head, grin spreading wider, dangerous, “see? you’ll do exactly what i want without me even touching you.”
your throat felt dry, “i—”
“shhh.” his tongue clicked softly against his teeth as he stepped forward, finally closing the space. he placed one hand on the mattress beside your hip, leaning in just enough that his scent wrapped around you.
his other hand came up to brush your jaw, thumb sliding along your lower lip. his eyes burned into yours. his smirk curling like a secret only he knew.
“lie down.”
you sank onto the bed, the sheets cool under your palms. your pulse thundered as haechan leaned over you and before you could second guess this whole thing — his lips crashed onto yours.
and in this moment, you understood. this was nothing like your boyfriend. felix kissed you like you were porcelain, something to cradle. haechan kissed you like he wanted to devour you.
his mouth was hot, insistent, his tongue pushing into yours without hesitation, claiming, demanding. teeth grazed your lower lip before he bit down just enough to sting, sucking it into his mouth until a small sound tore out of your throat.
“fuck—” you gasped against him, but he swallowed it, deepening the kiss further.
every brush of his tongue was a battle you couldn’t win — he pushed you, you followed, he pulled back, you chased him without thinking. the urgency left your lungs burning, your body arching up to keep contact when he nipped at your mouth and dragged his lips down your jaw, sucking hard at the sensitive spot beneath your ear.
“already squirming,” he muttered against your skin, teeth scraping along your throat before sinking into a bruise.
“let’s make sure your boyfriend knows you like being kissed like this…don’t you?”
you moaned. so into the kiss that the mention of your boyfriend couldn’t even faze you, your fingers clutching at his shirt
“y-yes—”
his chuckle vibrated against your neck, low and rough, clearly finding your reaction amusing.
then his hands were on you — big, warm palms sliding down your sides before yanking at your waistband.
he didn’t waste time. he didn’t ask.
he tugged everything down in one smooth motion, leaving you bare and breathless beneath him.
haechan’s fingers teased at your thighs, spreading them easily. his eyes flicked down, dark and hungry, before meeting yours again.
“ready to have fun, baby?,” he asked, yet wasted no time in hearing your answer.
his fingers slid over your slick folds, circling your clit, just once, hard, before plunging two digits deep inside your pussy with absolutely no warning. the stretch had your mouth falling open instantly.
“oh my god—”
“yeah?” his smirk widened, curling as his thumb pressed down on your clit while his fingers drove into you, curling, searching.
“that feel good, babygirl?”
“yes—ahhh—”
he worked you mercilessly, pumping faster, dragging your wetness out until the sound filled the room.
before you could even adjust, he added another finger, stretching your pussy wider, the burn sharp, almost unbearable.
“oh—fuck!” you cried out, your hands flying up to grab his arm.
the fullness had you gasping for air, as he worked you wider, spreading his three digits until you were whimpering out with every thrust.
“god, you’re taking it so well,” he groaned, your walls fluttering in protest and need all at once.
he laughed low, a dark sound, “maybe i should just fist you,” he said suddenly, his tone almost playful — except his eyes were deadly serious, “bet this cunt would swallow me whole if i let it.”
your breath hitched, your head falling back against the sheets as another cry tore out of you. the stretch was dizzying, humiliating, addicting.
and then his smirk turned sharper, meaner, “i know your sweet little boyfriend would love to see this,” he taunted, his voice cutting through the air.
“you, spread out, crying, stuffed full of my fingers. think he’d still be smiling after watching me turn his needy little girlfriend into a mess?”
your cheeks burned hot, shame and arousal tangling painfully tight in your chest. you whimpered, “haechan—oh god—”
he leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as his fingers drove in deep again, stretching you even further.
“yeah, babygirl. you love the thought of it. him watching you get split open, stretched until you can’t breathe. you love knowing i’m giving you what he never could.”
your body betrayed you. your back arched off the bed, your fists gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles burned.
“haechan—please—ahhh—”
“please what?” he demanded, his other hand, comping up to your clit, rubbing in tight, merciless circles, that made you scream.
“please stop? or please don’t stop?”
“don’t—don’t stop, oh my god—“
his smirk twisted darker, crueler, “that’s my girl.”
and then he drove in even harder, fingers curling just right, pressing against every tender spot inside you while his thumb continued tormenting your clit. the pleasure crashed over you sharp and brutal, tearing a raw scream from your throat as your first orgasm hit with no warning.
your body convulsed, shaking violently as wave after wave rolled through you. your cunt spasming around his fingers, squeezing so tight he groaned at the pressure.
“fuck, yes,” he hissed watching you unravel, “come on my hand, baby. make a mess for me.”
and still he didn’t stop.
instead, the hand at your clit wandered lower.
you jolted when his other finger pressed against your other hole, eyes snapping wide open, breaking the trance of your first orgasm as he teased lightly at the tight ring of muscle no one had ever touched before.
“wait—haechan—”
“relax,” he murmured, kissing you hard again as the pressure built, “hold.”
he guided your legs up in the air, making you hold them, opening you wide for him.
“now breathe, baby. we’re just getting started. you can take it.”
and then, slowly, deliberately, he pressed his finger past the tight resistance — the shock of it ripped a cry from your throat, your walls fluttering desperately around both sets of his fingers. you gasped, eyes rolling back, your grip on your own ankles tightening, the sensation overwhelming. too much. too new. too intense.
“fuck, that’s it,” haechan groaned, sinking a finger deep inside your anus, “stretched so tight for me. never been touched here, huh?”
“n-no—never—oh god—,” you stuttered, barely able to make out your words.
“mine, then.”
he said roughly, driving into both of your holes at once, feeling his fingers grind against your walls, filling you in ways you hadn’t thought possible.
“every sound you’re making — mine.”
your head fell back against the pillows as he pushed you closer to the edge again with every pump of his fingers. the burn, the stretch, the fullness in both places had you gasping for air, your chest heaving as the orgasm built sharp and fast.
“haechan—i—ahhh—i can’t—”
“yes you can,” he growled, biting your shoulder hard enough to make you cry out.
“take it. come on my fingers like a good little slut.”
before you know it, your body shattered, back arching, mouth open in a scream as you came hard, clenching around his digits, shaking, unable to breath through the force of your second orgasm, somehow hitting you harder than the last.
and still, his fingers continued to work, pumping into both holes at once, the squelch of your slick filling the room as your body tried to writhe away, legs wanting to shut close — but his weight, his hands, kept you spread open and helpless beneath him.
“don’t tell me you’re gonna say it already,” he taunts, tone sharp and teasing as his lips brushed hot against your ear, “not when the fun has only begun.”
you gasped, your voice breaking, “haechan—please—slow down—”
“i’m not your boyfriend, sweetheart,” he cut in, dark eyes glinting as he glanced down at the mess between your thighs.
“i’m here to give you what your body needs. and look at you. so fucking wet you’re dripping all over my hand — begging for me to slow but your body’s still clenching, still pulling me deeper.”
you couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but fall apart beneath him. stars burst behind your eyelids, your thighs clamped uselessly around his arm, your voice breaking into high-pitched whimpers, chest rising and falling in frantic little gasps as your third orgasm took over so quickly you felt like you got whiplash.
haechan didn’t stop. not fully. his fingers stayed buried deep in your pussy, lazily curling as if to remind you he was still there, still in control.
and then his smirked darkened and before you could ask what was happening, he gripped your hip and flipped you over, guiding you easily until you were on your stomach, then tugged your ass up, leaving you bare and vulnerable before him.
you shivered at the shift, your face pressed into the sheets.
“you’ve never really been touched here, have you?” he said low, almost to himself, as his slick fingers spread your cheeks apart, exposing both of your holes to the cool air before he spat slowly, letting his saliva fall onto your hole.
“n-no…,” the word came out weak, your voice breaking.
you gasped when the wet press of his finger slid against your anus, already glistening from the mix of slick and your cum.
“h-haechan–”
“i said, relax, babygirl,” he murmured, his tone coaxing but still edged with command.
the pressure built slowly as he eased his finger in again, stretching you open inch by inch. you thought it would be easier this time around but the burn still made your eyes squeeze shut, your breath hitching hard against the sheets.
he groaned, watching the way your ass clenched around him, “tightest little hole i’ve ever felt. you’re gripping me like a vice.”
your hands fisted the bedding, your body caught between the sharp ache and the dizzying wave of heat, “oh my god—ahh—”
“you feel everything back here, don’t you?” his voice was low as he began to work the finger in and out, shallow at first, then deeper, twisting slightly to force you wider.
“every little movement, every stretch — your boyfriend never even thought to touch you here, huh?”
you moaned helplessly, your hips rocking back like you were possessed.
“fuck yes,” he growled, adding a second finger. the stretch doubled instantly, ripping another cry from your throat.
“open up for me, baby. let me ruin you everywhere.”
the rhythm he built was merciless – two fingers thrusting deep into your ass while his other hand slid back between your legs, shoving two more inside your dripping pussy. both holes stretched, filled, worked at until you were crying out with every push, your body arching off the bed.
“fuck, you’re so hot,” he rasped, his pace unrelenting, “stuffed full, clenching around me like you’re starving. bet you never thought your ass would feel this fucking good.”
you sobbed out a broken moan, your body spasming, pleasure blinding as another orgasm surged up out of nowhere, ripping through you sharp and brutal.
haechan groaned, his fingers driving harder, spreading you wider.
“come for me like this. cream all over my hand while i stretch both your holes wide open. fuck, you’re perfect.”
your scream tore out of you, muffled against the sheets as you convulsed, every muscle in your body seizing with the force of your climax. the dual stimulation, the unbearable stretch, had you shattering into pieces, gasping for air as your fourth orgasm slammed through you.
you collapsed forward, arms shaking, your cheek pressed into the sheets as you struggled to catch your breath when his hand slid firmly over your hip, tugging you until you rolled back onto your back. you blinked up at him, dazed, your skin hot and damp, your chest heaving.
haechan stood over you, that smirk still carved into his lips, his dark eyes glinting with mischief and something sharper.
“you’re ready for me, babygirl,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip as if he owned even your mouth.
then he straightened, taking a slow step back.
you watched, wide-eyed, as his hands went to the first button of his shirt. he undid it leisurely, then the next, then the next, his gaze never leaving yours. every button popped with a free soft click, his smirk deepening when he saw the way your eyes followed his movements, your lips parted in anticipation.
“like what you see?” he teased, pulling the shirt open to reveal golden skin, lean lines and muscles that flexed under the warm glow of the lamp. he shrugged if off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floors.
then his fingers moved to the buckle of his belt, the metallic clink echoed in the room as he pulled it free with a tug. for a moment, he dangled it loosely in his hand and you thought he was about to toss it aside.
but then – he climbed back onto the bed, straddling your thighs and seized your wrists, “hold still,” he ordered, his tone smooth but unyielding. you barely had time to gasp before he looped the belt around your wrists, buckling it snug, pinning your hand together.
the leather was cool and firm against your skin, the restraint making your stomach flip with equal parts nerves and arousal.
“perfect,” he murmured, tugging the belt once to test it before letting your bound wrists drop against the pillows above your head.
your breath hitched as he leaned back on his knees, fingers moving to the button of his slacks. he popped it open, dragged the zipper down, then shoved the fabric off his hips in one smooth motion.
and that’s when you saw him.
his cock sprang free, thick and heavy, flushed dark with arousal. big. bigger than you expected. bigger than you’d ever seen in real life. the sight alone had your thighs clenching, your body aching with fresh need.
haechan’s smirk sharpened when he caught your reaction, “yeah,” he drawled, wrapped a hand around the base casually, giving it one slow pump, “bigger than your boyfriend, huh?”
you couldn’t speak – your throat dry, your pulse hammering.
haechan reached over to the nightstand without breaking eye contact, tearing open a foil packet with his teeth. he rolled the condom down with practiced ease, stroking himself once more before leaning back over you.
“legs up,” he ordered.
you obeyed instantly but he wasn’t satisfied with just your knees bent – he grabbed the back of your thighs, folding you in half until your knees pressed nearly to your chest. the position left you completely open, bound wrists pinned above your head, body trembling under his control.
“look at you,” he groaned, lining himself up at your entrance, “tied up, spread out, waiting for me to ruin you. you look like a perfect little toy.”
the blunt head of his cock pushed at your pussy, stretching you wide inch by inch. the pressure made your jaw slack open, your breath catching on a sharp moan.
“oh my god–”
“that’s it,” haechan gritted, sinking deeper with a slow, deliberate thrust. the stretch burned, overwhelming compared to felix’s size and careful touches. this was new. different. too much and just enough all at once.
your walls clamped tight around him, your body fighting and welcoming him all at once.
“shit,” he hissed, his head falling forward, teeth gritted as he bottomed out, “you’re still so fucking tight. you’ve only ever taken him before, haven’t you?”
you whimpered, eyes squeezing shut, “y-yes–”
“pathetic,” he spat, grinding his hips deeper until you cried out, “all that time with him and you’re still this fucking starved. he’s been keeping you hungry for me.”
you moaned at the words, your bound hands curling against the belt, your thighs shaking with the effort of being held open.
“say it,” haechan demanded, pulling back only to thrust in again, hard and slow, hitting you perfectly with every stroke, “say he never gave you this.”
“he–he never—” your voice broke into a moan as another deep thrust stole your air, “he never gave me this!”
“good girl,” haechan growled, his pace steady but brutal, each slow grind making you yelp and moan in equal measure.
“he kissed you like you’d break, touched you like you were fragile but you don’t want that, do you?” he punctuated the word with a sharp snap of his hips, making you cry out.
“you want to be fucked like you were made for it, don’t you?” he asked, his wicked grin cemented on his lips.
when you didn’t answer, he slapped you right across the cheek, not enough to hurt but enough to send pleasure down your spine, enough to make you tighten around his cock.
“i asked you a question.” he growled, tugging at your jaw and forcing you to look at him.
“answer me.”
“ahh–fuck–yes–” you screamed, the degradation dragging the words right out of you.
“that’s it, use your voice,” he taunted, pulling your thighs even tighter against your chest, “let me hear how good this feels. let me hear how much better i fuck you than him.”
“you’re fuck—you’re better—oh my god–”
he laughed darkly, sweat dripping from his temple as he drove into you again and again, faster now, the wet slap of his cock filling the room.
your scream tore through the air as his cock slammed perfectly against that spot inside you, your body arching violently under him. every thrust knocked the air out of you, your wrists straining against the belt above your head, your moans spilling louder and rougher with each snap of his hips.
“making a mess all over me,” he muttered darkly, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, dragging a scream from your throat.
“greedy little slut can’t get enough.”
you barely noticed his hand leaving your thigh until you heard the slick click of a cap. your dazed gaze followed as he reached to the nightstand, grabbing a bottle of lube. and through it all, he never stopped thrusting. his cock still driving deep, relentless, keeping you stretched and gasping.
“what are you–” you tried, your voice breaking into a whimper when he poured the cool liquid over your pussy, letting it drop down to your ass.
the sudden chill made you jolt but his thrusts kept you pinned. the squelch of lube mixing with your wetness. he smirked, spreading it deliberately with his cock as he pumped into you, coating himself, coating you.
then he pulled out, dragging his cock lower.
your eyes widened, a sharp cry tearing out when the blunt head pressed against your other entrance, slick now but still achingly tight.
“holy fuck!—haechan—ahhh—”
“shhh,” he cooed mockingly, pushing just enough to breach you before sliding back into your pussy again, hard and deep.
“you’re stretched already. you can take it.”
the mix of burn and fullness made your body convulse, the pain spiking with each shift – but beneath it, the pleasure throbbed, heavy and undeniable.
“oh my god—fuck—” you moan, jaw slacking.
“you asked for this,” he groaned, switching holes again, his cock sinking into your ass slow and deliberate this time. your scream caught in your throat as your walls clamped down, body fluttering around him.
he pulled out, wet and glistening, only to slam back into your pussy in the next thrust. your voice cracked, moans spilling faster, louder every switch between holes leaving you trembling harder.
“too much?” he taunted, his grin feral as he set a rhythm – one thrust into your pussy, the next into you ass, back and forth, keeping both holes dripping, stretched, filled.
you shook your head desperately even as tears started spilling hot at the corners of your eyes, “n-no–hurts–ahh–so good–”
he groaned, head tipping back as he held your thighs high, forcing you to stay curled and open for him.
“listen to you,” he rasped, each word punched out with another brutal thrust, “crying and begging, taking it everywhere like a perfect little slut. bet your boyfriend never even dreamed of this.”
he thrust once, deep, making you gasp. then again, harder, the bed jolting under the force. but every time you clenched, every time you got close, he pulled out, switched holes, or stilled completely — dragging you right back from the edge.
“haechan—ahhh—fuck—please—”
he chuckled low in his chest, his hips never faltering, “please what, babygirl?”
“please—please let me come—”
“hmm.” his grin was sharp, wicked, as he pulled back to the tip before driving deep into your pussy again. the sound of it was obscene, slick, wet, your body sucking him in no matter where he went.
“greedy little slut. i already gave you four, and now you’re crying for another one?”
your thighs trembled, your voice breaking into whimpers, “y-yes—i can’t—i need it—”
“your boyfriend left you so deprived you’d do anything just to come on my cock,” he rasped, his thrusts deliberately slowing to deep, drawn-out pushes that made you feel every inch.
tears pricked your eyes, spilling down your temples as you arched under him, desperate.
“please—please, haechan—”
he shifted back into your ass, stretching you open again, and the burn had you sobbing, your body clamping down hard. he groaned, his head falling back.
“fuck, the way you grip me back here… so fucking tight. you were made for this.”
your voice broke on a high whimper, “i’m—ahhh—i’m gonna—”
“no. you’re not.”
he pulled out instantly, sliding wet and slick, back into your pussy instead, grinding deep but holding perfectly still inside you — the denial ripped a cry from your throat, frustration mixing with unbearable need.
“haechan! please, i can’t take it—”
“yes. you can.” his hand closed around your jaw, forcing you to look up at him even as tears streaked your cheeks. his smirk was cruel, his eyes dark.
“you’ll take it until i decide you’re allowed to come. not a second before.”
your voice had gone ragged, your body trembling, sweat beading along your skin. you were past begging now, reduced to sobbing pleas, your words broken.
“please—please, haechan—i can’t—need to come—please let me—”
he leaned over you, his cock buried in your ass, the stretch relentless. his lips brushed your ear, his breath hot and steady even as yours came in frantic gasps.
and all he was doing was laughing, mockingly, almost evil.
he pulled back, just enough to slam forward again, making you scream.
“you’ll remember this every time he touches you. how it felt to want something so bad you have to beg.”
“please, haechan—please, please, please”
he groaned low, the sound feral, his cock buried to the hilt in your pussy now, grinding deep enough to make you cry out again, your pussy gripping so tightly around him he could barely move. his eyes locked on yours, sharp and merciless, sweat dripping from his temple as his smirk curved into something darker.
“fuck… you really can’t take it anymore, can you?” he rasped, his pace quickening, his thrusts harder, more punishing now.
the bed rocked with each snap of his hips, “crying, trembling, begging like a desperate little whore.”
your head shook frantically, tears spilling hot, his hand shot down, fingers pressing cruelly against your clit, rubbing hard, relentless circles. the shock of it made your entire body jolt, your scream ripping from your chest.
“you want it that bad?” he snarled, pounding into you, his cock hitting that same devastating spot again and again until your vision blurred white.
“fine.” he growled. “fucking come for me.”
the command slammed into you like a match dropped on gasoline.
your fifth orgasm tore through you viciously, your back arching off the bed, your wrists pulling so tight against the belt you thought it might snap. a scream ripped from your throat, raw and broken, your body convulsing violently around his cock as he drove through every pulse.
“yeah, that’s it,” haechan growled, watching you unravel.
“scream for me. let him hear what he could never do for you. god, you’re clenching around me so fucking hard—fuck, that’s perfect.”
the waves crashed over you again and again, your body trembling so hard it bordered on pain, your thighs shaking uncontrollably. you were incoherent, moaning his name, babbling broken pleas as if your voice could hold onto him through the storm.
haechan held you there, never relenting, fucking you through it until you collapsed beneath him, trembling, your chest heaving as aftershocks tore through you.
your body was still shaking, chest heaving, when haechan pulled out without warning. you barely had time to whimper before he flipped you over again, hands firm and unyielding as he shoved you onto your knees.
“up,” he ordered, yanking you upright until you were on all fours, ass in the air. you wobbled, weak from your climax, but his palm cracked against your hip, steadying you.
“stay,” he snapped, and then he was behind you, cock already slick and hard, lining himself up again.
the first thrust slammed into you so hard you pitched forward, catching yourself on shaky arms.
“ahhh—h-haechan—!”
he didn’t care. he set a brutal rhythm instantly, hips snapping fast, rough, each thrust hitting so deep you cried out with every stroke. the sound of skin against skin was loud, filthy, echoing through the suite.
your tears spilled hot, your voice breaking into raw, helpless sounds with every brutal thrust.
“please—oh god—i can’t—”
“stop saying you can’t.”
his grip tightened in your hair, yanking your head back until your scalp screamed. your reflection suddenly came into view in the long mirror angled by the bed — your red, tear-streaked face, mouth slack, tits bouncing with every thrust.
“look at you,” he snarled, forcing your chin up with his fist tangled in your hair. “look in the mirror. that’s you — begging, crying, taking cock like a good little hole.”
you gasped, your eyes locking on your reflection. the sight was obscene — your body trembling, slick dripping down your thighs, his hips hammering against your ass with every brutal snap.
“you wanted to test your limits—” his hips slammed into you, driving you forward with the force, “—so be a good girl and take notes.”
your moans broke into sobs, your whole body trembling as he fucked you mercilessly. each snap of his hips dragged another loud, desperate sound from your throat, your face wet with tears, your bound wrists still straining against the belt.
“that’s it,” he rasped, leaning down until his lips brushed your ear, his voice sharp and filthy.
“cry for me. moan for me. tell me how much better this is than anything he’s ever given you.”
and when you didn’t answer, he landed a slap on your ass, hot and loud, making your body jolt forward, “i said tell me,” he grunted.
your voice cracked, high and hoarse, “so much better—fuck—ahhh—”
“good fucking girl,” he groaned, his pace punishing now, the bed frame creaking under his force. he spanked you again, harder this time, your ass burning as the sting lingered.
“my little fucktoy. just a hole to use until you forget every soft, pathetic touch he ever gave you.”
the room shook with every brutal thrust, the sound of his hips slamming into your ass loud and filthy. your voice spilled out in broken sobs, each cry higher than the last, every nerve in your body strung tight as he drove you toward another edge you weren’t ready for.
“h-haechan—i—ahhh—”
“shut up,” he growled, yanking your hair back until your throat arched, his cock hammering into you with merciless force. your tears streaked down your cheeks, your mouth slack open as the overstimulation clawed at your insides.
your reflection blurred through your tears, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away. the degradation, the spanking, his voice — it all fused together into unbearable heat, your body tightening, fluttering, ready to break.
“listen to yourself,” he spat, yanking your hair tighter as he fucked you senseless, “screaming like a desperate whore who’s been waiting her whole life for someone to fuck her right.”
the words shot straight through you, filthy and brutal, but instead of breaking you, they made your body clench tighter, wetter, needier.
“ahhh—oh my god—i can’t—”
“i said stop,” he rasped, his hips snapping faster, his cock hitting that devastating spot over and over until your vision blurred.
“you’ll take it. you’ll fucking thank me for it.”
your walls fluttered violently, your sobs growing louder, rawer, until you were choking on them.
you sobbed, the words punching through you like lightning. your pussy clenched violently, dripping down his thighs, “i—i’m gonna—ahhh—”
“do it,” he hissed in your ear, pulling your hair so tight you thought your scalp would tear. his thrusts grew rougher, faster, unrelenting, “come on my cock like the little whore you are.”
that was it — the push that broke you for the sixth time. your orgasm ripped through you hard and brutal, your scream tearing raw from your throat as your body convulsed violently around him. your pussy clenched so tight it almost forced him out, slick gushing down your thighs, your whole frame shaking uncontrollably.
“fuuuck, yes,” haechan groaned, slamming into you harder, riding out your orgasm as if your spasms were his to control.
“that’s it, babygirl. that’s the slut you are.”
you were already slumped into the sheets, trembling, sobbing, the aftershocks of your orgasm still rolling through your body when haechan’s grip in your hair tightened again. he didn’t slow, not for a second — his cock still pistoning into you, hard and deep, every thrust hitting so sharp your knees gave out beneath you.
“don’t you dare drop,” he growled, hauling you back upright by your hair, his chest pressed to your spine as his hips crashed into your ass.
“you’re not done until i’m done.”
your voice cracked into a scream.
“too much?” he snarled, breath hot and ragged against your ear. his free hand snaked between your thighs, finding your swollen clit. he rubbed it mercilessly, fast circles that made your entire body jolt forward.
“you’ll take too much. you’ll take everything i give you.”
the humiliation, the force, the way his cock hit deep while his fingers punished your clit — it shoved you past sanity.
your seventh orgasm tore through you before you could even comprehend it, harder than everything that came before, your scream muffled into the sheets as your entire body convulsed around him.
“yes—fuck—yes,” haechan growled, his hips slamming harder, chasing his own release now as your pussy milked him in violent spasms.
“come for me. that’s it. milk my cock. god, you’re perfect.”
his rhythm faltered, his groans breaking raw, desperate, as his cock throbbed inside you.
“fuck—fuck—i’m coming—”
he slammed in deep, grinding hard against you as he came. his voice dropping into a low, wrecked growl against your shoulder. even through the condom, you felt the twitch, the pulse, the overwhelming force of it — his whole body shuddering with the release.
but he never stopped touching you. his fingers rubbed your clit through your aftershocks, dragging every pulse, every shiver, until you were sobbing his name, shaking uncontrollably, your legs giving out completely beneath you.
finally, finally, he eased you down, letting you collapse into the sheets, sweat-slick and ruined, your chest heaving.
“good girl,” he murmured, his voice rough from his own orgasm but steady, dripping with satisfaction. his hips finally stilled, his chest heaving against your back as he leaned down, lips brushing your damp temple.
“seven orgasms…” his smirk curved against your skin, dangerous and smug, “…and you haven’t even used the safe word.”
the words landed heavy, sinking into the haze clouding your brain. you were trembling, ruined, your body still pulsing around him, but the truth of it made something deep in your chest twist with pride.
you hadn’t said red. not once.
haechan eased out of you slowly, making you whimper at the drag, and collapsed beside you on the sheets.
for a moment, he just let you breathe — the air thick with sweat, sex, and the faint sting of leather still biting into your wrists. his hand smoothed gently down your thigh, his touch softer now, grounding, the opposite of everything he’d just put you through.
“hey,” his voice dropped, warm and steady. his fingers brushed damp strands of hair from your cheek, tilting your chin until you met his eyes. they were still dark, still sharp, but softer now around the edges.
“talk to me, babygirl. what do you say… is that your limit?”
you swallowed hard, your lungs struggling to catch up, every nerve buzzing, overstimulated and sore. his thumb rubbed slow circles at your jaw, coaxing, patient.
“or…” his grin edged back in, playful but glinting with that dangerous promise as he brushed away your tears, “…do you think you can handle more?”
the room went still, the question hanging heavy between you.
your chest rose and fell in ragged waves, your throat dry, your body trembling. he was still watching you, waiting, thumb grazing lazily at your jaw as if he had all the time in the world.
and then you whispered, shaky but certain–
“i… i can handle more.”
haechan’s grin widened instantly, dangerous and satisfied.
“that’s a good girl,” he purred, brushing his lips across your cheek in something almost tender before pulling back.
his fingers slipped down to the belt binding your wrists, unbuckling it with a sharp click. your arms fell free, aching and stiff, and you flexed your wrists, breathing relief into your sore joints. for a fleeting moment, you thought maybe he’d ease up now, maybe he’d soften.
but then—
he held the belt up between his hands, leather glinting under the warm light, and his smirk curved wickedly.
“open that pretty mouth.”
your breath caught. “wait, you—”
“open,” he cut you off, voice commanding, leaving no room for argument.
heat flushed through your body as your lips parted. he slid the leather between them, tugging it snug, wrapping it behind your head and tying it off. the taste of leather filled your mouth, the restraint pressing at your jaw. your muffled sound of protest only made his grin deepen.
“perfect,” he murmured, his hand cupping your jaw, thumb stroking the corner of your cheek where the gag bit into you.
“such a greedy little slut—so eager for more you’ll let me shut you up myself.”
your thighs pressed together instinctively, arousal sparking fresh despite the soreness in every muscle.
he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear, his tone dropping to a low growl, “now, you can’t whine. you can’t beg. you can only take what i give you. think you’re ready for that?”
you nodded frantically, gag muffling the sound of your desperate hum.
“good.”
his smirk sharpened, his hand sliding down your stomach to grip your hip firmly.
“because i’m not done wrecking you.”
without warning, he shoved you flat against the mattress, your back hitting the cool sheets in one swift motion. his hands grabbed your thighs, spreading you wide and curling you open again, and then—he slammed into you in one brutal thrust.
your muffled scream ripped against the gag, your wrists clawing at the sheets as his cock curved perfectly inside you, hitting that devastating spot like he’d built his body to ruin yours.
“fuck,” haechan groaned, hips snapping fast, rough, each thrust punching into you with merciless force.
“still this tight? after i’ve fucked you open all night? god, your pussy doesn’t know when to quit.”
your moans broke into sobs, muffled and desperate, your body writhing under him as he set a brutal pace.
then his hand shot up, seizing your breast in his palm, fingers digging into the soft flesh. he pinched your nipple hard, twisting it until your scream came out garbled through the gag, your back arching off the sheets.
“that’s it,” he snarled, eyes dark and hungry, “cry for me even if no one can understand you.”
his other hand came down hard, smack against your tits, the sting biting through the haze, making your whole body jolt. he spanked them again and again, alternating between sharp smacks and cruel pinches, your breasts flushed and swollen under his rough touch.
“look at these pretty tits,” he taunted, leaning down just enough to bite one nipple between his teeth before slapping it again, “made for me to play with while i fuck you senseless.”
your muffled cries grew louder, wetter, your body convulsing beneath him. each thrust carved deeper, his cock curving just right, dragging against your walls so perfectly it bordered on unbearable.
tears streaked down your temples again, your muffled sobs mixing with the obscene sound of skin meeting skin. you could barely breathe, barely think — just moan into the gag as he fucked you rough, filthy, relentless, his hands and mouth tormenting your breasts with each stroke. your body jerking against the sheets, but his smirk only sharpened.
“crying into my belt like the greedy little whore you are. can’t even use words anymore — just noises.”
you moaned, gagged, high and broken, your eyes rolling back as his pace picked up.
“yeah,” he gritted, his thrusts pounding harder, faster, each one slamming you into the mattress.
“this is what i wanted. to fuck you so hard you forget how to speak.”
his free hand slid back down, fingers finding your clit, rubbing viciously, matching the rhythm of his hips. you wailed against the gag, the overwhelming rush of stimulation too much, too sharp, your body already twitching with the warning of release.
“hmm, i feel it,” he groaned, his grin feral.
“you’re gonna come again, aren’t you? you’re gonna soak me while i’m slapping these tits red.”
another hard smack landed across your chest, and the sound of it — paired with the brutal grind of his cock and his fingers punishing your clit — tore you apart.
your eight orgasm slammed into you violently, your muffled scream shredding against the gag as your body convulsed, pussy clenching so hard around him.
haechan pressed his forehead to yours, his thrusts still deep, punishing, his voice dropping low and dark–
“you’re mine now. say it. even if it’s just a moan — say it with your body. show me this pussy only belongs to me.”
your body was gone — trembling, convulsing, slick gushing down your thighs, soaking the sheets beneath you.
the orgasm wouldn’t stop rolling through you in relentless waves as haechan’s cock drove deeper, sharper, his hand still slapping your tits, still tormenting your clit.
your screams poured into the belt, leather slick with your spit. you tried to say his name, tried to beg, but it was nothing but garbled sounds.
and then, suddenly, his hand was at your face, tugging hard, the belt slipped free, falling loosely around your neck. your jaw ached, your lips raw, but the air that filled your lungs was sharp, desperate, and before you could speak he had your face in his palm, holding your gaze.
“say it,” he snarled, hips still pounding into you, relentless, “whose pussy is this?”
your voice cracked, broken and hoarse, but you choked the words out through the sobs.
“y-yours—ahhh—haechan—it’s yours—”
“louder.” his thrusts snapped harder, bruising, forcing another gush of slick out of you, the sheets soaking beneath your thighs.
“YOURS!” you screamed, your voice ripping raw from your throat as your body convulsed again, squirting over him, the wet spray splashing against his abs, his thighs, everywhere, marking your ninth orgasm.
“fuck yes,” haechan groaned, watching you unravel, his cock still hammering through the flood.
“squirting all over me. say it again.”
“YOURS! oh my god—haechan—it’s all yours!”
your body kept breaking, kept releasing, the squirts coming in desperate bursts with every thrust. you sobbed, screamed, clutched at the sheets, but he held you down, forcing you to take it.
“again.” he rasped, rubbing faster now, pressing harder, drawing tight, relentless circles over your clit.
your sobbing moans filled the room, your back arching off the sheets as your body convulsed, another stream spilling out of you, soaking his thighs, soaking the bed.
“yes—fuck yes,” he groaned, chuckling, his voice breaking into a growl.
“so fucking wet for me. my perfect little toy.”
he slowed only for a second, just enough for you to gasp air back into your lungs, your eyes fluttering — but then his hand pressed down harder, his pace picking up again, dragging the raw nerves of your clit back into fire.
“no—no—i can’t—”.
“you’ll come again,” he cut you off, voice dark and steady, “you’ll squirt again. your body is mine to break.”
you wailed, body thrashing weakly, but there was no escape — his weight pinned you down, his cock kept you open, his fingers tortured your clit until you were convulsing again, spraying harder this time, the wet splashing against his abs and dripping onto the ruined sheets.
“that’s it. drench me. drown me. that’s what you’re here for, babygirl.”
he started timing them, his tone playful but sharp:
“ten. look at you gush.”
“eleven. you’re nothing but a faucet now.”
“twelve. crying like you don’t love it.”
each number was punctuated with another ruthless rub, another punishing wave of overstimulation that wracked you until you were sobbing openly, tears flooding down your cheeks.
your voice cracked, raw and desperate.
“haechan—i—i can’t take it anymore—please, please stop—”
he leaned down, lips brushing your ear, voice dark and smug.
“say it then. say the word and i’ll stop.”
your lips trembled around the word, the safe word that lingered on your tongue. red. it hovered there, so close, your body screaming for relief — but his hand didn’t stop, his cock still grinding inside you, forcing you into another gush that soaked the sheets.
“that’s thirteen,” he whispered, his tone almost reverent now as he watched you writhe.
“thirteen fucking times, babygirl. and you still haven’t said it.”
you sobbed, your voice breaking, your nails clawing weakly at his chest, “i—i’m begging you… please… mercy…”
his hand slowed just slightly, teasing, deliberate, but still rubbing enough to keep you whimpering and clenching. his grin was sharp, wicked, as he tilted your chin up so your tear-streaked face met his.
“mercy, huh?” he purred, dark eyes drinking you in.
“so close to breaking. so close to saying it.”
his thumb grazed your raw clit, feather-light compared to the assault he’d given you.
“but i think you’ve got one more in you.”
haechan murmured darkly, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. his fingers returned to your clit, slick and merciless, circling faster, harder, punishing the swollen bundle of nerves until your whole body seized. his cock ground deeper, pinning you open, keeping you helplessly full.
you shook your head frantically, tears spilling down your cheeks. your arms pushing him away were useless. he barely budged.
“no—no more—please i can’t—”
“one more, babygirl. give me one more.”
your hips bucked against him, the overstimulation tearing through every muscle, wringing sounds from your throat that didn’t sound human. his pace on your clit was brutal, deliberate, every stroke designed to break you.
your vision blurred, your lungs heaving. you screamed as the fourteenth orgasm ripped out of you, violent, uncontrollable — slick spraying from you in desperate, messy bursts. It drenched his hand, his abs, the soaked sheets beneath you.
“god, you’re perfectly ruined.”
but it didn’t stop. the gush kept coming, your body convulsing violently, your sobs turning hoarse, broken. the pleasure had crossed into pain, into something unbearable, your whole body twitching under his grip.
“please—please—i can’t—i—RED!”
the word tore out of you in a ragged scream, raw and desperate, louder than anything you’d said all night as the tears took over.
instantly, everything stopped.
haechan moved immediately. his hands, which had been cruel and unrelenting minutes before, were suddenly careful, gentle.
he slipped out of you slowly, murmuring, “shhh, it’s okay,” when you whimpered at the empty stretch.
“good girl,” haechan murmured softly now, brushing damp hair from your face. his voice had shifted completely — dark edge gone, steady and grounding.
the belt that was loosely around your neck came off, tossed aside.
“you did so fucking well,” he whispered, lips brushing over your skin with every word.
he kissed your temple, lingering, his hand rubbing slow circles into your hip to anchor you back into yourself as he let you lay down on the sheets to finally rest.
a warm towel appeared, you weren’t sure from where, and he cleaned you up with slow, methodical care, wiping your thighs, your stomach, between your legs. every touch was tender, patient, his focus entirely on you. between each swipe, he pressed soft kisses to your skin — your hipbone, your ribs, the inside of your wrist, your damp temple.
“look at you,” he murmured, his smirk returning but softer, his voice threaded with warmth, “lasted through fourteen orgasms before you tapped out. that’s impressive, sweetheart. most clients are crying red way before that.”
you let out a shaky laugh through the tears still drying on your cheeks, “you nearly killed me…”
“nearly,” he teased, kissing your shoulder, his hand smoothing over your stomach, “but you said it. you knew when enough was enough. that’s exactly how this is supposed to work.”
he leaned down, lips pressing a trail of lazy kisses across your collarbone, then lower, over your breasts, nipping lightly at one nipple before soothing it with his tongue.
“your boyfriend’s gonna be proud, you know.”
your chest hitched. “what?”
“hmm.” his grin curved against your skin, his voice dripping with smug amusement.
“your boyfriend. sweet boy, isn’t he? he sent you here to figure yourself out. he’s probably gonna be thrilled when i tell him you lasted longer than half the women who walk through that door.”
you groaned weakly, swatting at his shoulder.
“don’t you dare—”
he laughed, the sound rich, low, warm.
“relax, i’m not really gonna tell him.” his lips brushed your jaw, lingering there, voice dropping softer. “confidentiality and all…but if he could see you right now — ruined, spent, glowing? yeah. he’d be proud.”
you swallowed hard, throat tight. his arms pulled you into his chest, his scent warm and steady around you. for the first time all night, you let your body melt against him fully, your breath evening out, the trembling fading into calm.
when your breath finally steadied and the trembling faded to small aftershocks, haechan shifted carefully, pressing one last kiss to your temple before reaching over the side of the bed.
“alright, sweetheart,” he said softly, tone steady but still carrying that teasing curl, “time to get you dressed before your boyfriend thinks i kidnapped you.”
he handed you your clothes one by one — your underwear, your shirt, your jeans, your bag — like a gentleman, though the smirk never left his lips.
“you know,” he murmured as you tugged your shirt back over your head, “watching you cry and beg is the highlight of my week.”
you rolled your eyes, cheeks heating as you muttered, “you’re evil.”
“hmm, maybe,” he replied easily, leaning against the bedframe as he buttoned his black polo back on, the picture of casual confidence again, “but you like it.”
when you were fully dressed, he stepped close, slipping your bag gently over your shoulder before guiding you toward the door.
the walk to the suite door was quiet, your body still heavy, your chest still humming with everything you’d just been through. at the door, he paused, turning you to face him.
“you did good tonight. you got what you came here for,” he said, voice softer now, almost sincere, “you should be proud of yourself.”
your throat tightened at the unexpected warmth in his words. “...thank you.”
his grin returned, sharp and playful, undoing the softness just enough, “don’t thank me yet. you’re gonna have to explain to your boyfriend why you’ll be walking funny for days.”
you groaned, covering your face, which only made him laugh — low, rich, satisfied.
then, just like that, the line shifted. he extended his hand, professional, polished.
“it was a pleasure to be your donor, ms. y/n.”
you stared for a beat before shaking it, lips twitching. “...likewise.”
he dipped his head closer, his eyes gleaming, his smirk dangerous.
“and…if things ever get boring with your boyfriend again—” his gaze dragged deliberately over your face, down your body, before flicking back up, “—you know where to find me.”
then he winked, sharp and playful, stepping back as he pulled the door open for you.
the hall lighting spilled in, sterile and bright compared to the wrecked intimacy of the suite. you stepped past him, your heart still hammering in your chest, his smirk burning into your back.
✚ END OF SESSION ✚
taeyong looked up instantly, his calm smile never faltering.
“all set, ms. y/n?”
you nodded, your voice came out hoarse but steady, “y-yeah.”
“perfect.” he ducked behind the counter and pulled out a small gift bag with the neo orgasm clinic logo printed cleanly across the front.
he slid it toward you smoothly, “a little thank you for trusting us.”
“thanks,” you murmured, taking the bag gently.
he gave you that same warm, professional smile, “would you like to wait here for your ride?”
“yes, please.”
you found one of the lobby chairs, sinking down as you dug your phone out of your bag. with trembling fingers, you typed out a quick message to felix:
y/n: i’m done. ready to be picked up now
felix 🐥☀️: omw <3
the relief of knowing he was still there, like he said was, made your chest ache with something softer, grounding you.
while you waited, your curiosity tugged at the bag. you peeked inside — and immediately snorted. along with the chilled bottle of iced choco, folded neatly at the bottom was a white hoodie with bold lettering across the front
ORGASM DONOR
a surprised giggle escaped before you could swallow it back, the sound echoing in the quiet lobby.
taeyong’s head lifted from his monitor, eyebrows quirking, “you like it?”
you clutched the hoodie against your lap, grinning despite yourself, “it’s… definitely funny.”
he chuckled softly, leaning his elbows on the counter.
“took us a while to come up with that merch. we wanted something cheeky enough to make people laugh but not so over-the-top they’d never wear it out.”
you tilted your head, curiosity sparking, “how did this place even start, anyway?”
at that, his grin widened, boyish and knowing, “well, my friends and i…” he paused, like the memory itself amused him, “we realized we all had one thing in common — we genuinely love giving women orgasms. not just sex. not just the act. the aftershocks, the trembling, the tears, the laughter after. the whole thing.”
you blinked, taken aback. “…you’re serious?”
“as serious as we were that night,” he replied with a laugh, “johnny, jaehyun, ten, doyoung — all of us were talking over drinks, and what started as a joke turned into… well, this.” he gestured around the pristine lobby with a sweep of his hand.
you shook your head, a smile tugging at your lips.
“so the neo orgasm clinic was born out of a bunch of drunk men bragging about making women come?”
“not bragging,” taeyong corrected lightly, eyes glinting with quiet pride, “passion. and now…” he gestured toward the bag in your hands, “…here we are. merch included.”
your giggle bubbled up again, softer this time, and you tucked the hoodie back into the bag just as your phone buzzed:
felix 🐥☀️: i’m parked in front
you stood, smoothing your shirt, and gave taeyong a polite bow of thanks, “see you around, taeyong.”
his smile warmed, “take care, ms. y/n. and don’t be a stranger.”
with that, you pushed through the glass doors, the evening air cooling your flushed cheeks as you spotted felix’s car waiting at the curb.
the car door clicked open just as you reached the curb. he leaned across the seat, freckles catching the glow of the dashboard lights as he gave you a soft smile.
“hey, love. you okay?”
your chest tightened at the gentleness in his voice. you nodded quickly, sliding into the passenger seat, clutching the gift bag like a lifeline, “i’m okay.”
he searched your face, reading you the way only he could, “better than okay?”
heat crept up your neck. “...yeah,” you admitted, voice small but honest.
his hand found yours instantly, fingers weaving together as he squeezed. “good.” the relief in his tone was palpable, almost boyish. “i was hoping you’d say that.”
while he started the engine, you dug your phone out of your bag and opened the neo orgasm clinic’s portal. the review form blinked up at you, your heart still hammered, but the words spilled easily:
haechan showed me i could take more than i ever imagined. he pushed me, wrecked me, made me squirt until i reached my limit, and somehow still kept me safe. he’s ruthless, filthy, and relentless… but so much fun! if you want to be destroyed in the best way possible — book haechan.
you hit submit before you could second-guess, the confirmation screen glowing back at you.
felix glanced over at you as you set your phone down, curiosity soft in his eyes.
“so… how was it? really?”
your cheeks flamed instantly. you looked at him, torn between embarrassment, shame, and the desperate need to gush, before the words tumbled out anyway.
“felix… it was insane. he—he made me squirt. like… a lot. i didn’t even know my body could do that. and the way he—” you cut yourself off, burying your face in your hands with a groan. “god, i can’t believe im telling you this, is this not ridiculous?”
but felix only grinned, wide and proud, his thumb stroking over your knuckles where your hands still covered your face, “no. you sound happy. that’s all i wanted.”
you peeked at him, hesitant, “you’re… really okay with this?”
he laughed softly, “love, it told you. i wanted you to feel everything. and hearing you this excited? that’s better than anything.”
he drove in easy silence for a few minutes, the city lights passing in a blur outside the windows. his hand never left yours, thumb brushing slow, grounding strokes over your skin. the whole night still buzzing in your chest.
you turned to him, biting your lip, hesitant before you finally whispered, “maybe… we could try it together.”
his eyes flicked to you, soft but curious, “try what?”
your cheeks burned. “all of it. or… at least some of it. now that i know how much i can take, you won’t have to worry about hurting me.”
for a moment, he just looked at you, the corners of his lips twitching like he was trying to hold something back.
and then he smiled — wide, warm, freckled face glowing under the passing streetlights — and nodded.
“yeah,” he murmured, squeezing your hand, his voice full of quiet certainty. “yeah, i’d really like that.”
the warmth of his smile lingered as the two of you drove off into the night, the weight of what you’d just experienced no longer heavy but hopeful.
✚ APPOINTMENT STATUS: COMPLETE ✚
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an: i’m a little late, i know! but it’s april 27 somewhere and i did add the mirror scene and the taeyong lore last minute so spare me! i tried my best to edit this but i was lowkey battling with time (and lost) so if there are typos here and there pretend you don’t see it. anyways, i hope you enjoyed the last of the orgasm donor series…for now…who knows when we’ll see them again. as always, this whole entire concept is supposed to be silly! please don't take it too seriously :)
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Genre: camboy au, college au, smut, crack, ongoing series
Paring: camboy! Beomgyu x gn reader (afab when smut)
Warnings: emotional distress and regret following a consensual sexual encounter, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, top! gyu, crying, hand job, dry humping, tit sucking, nipple play, possessiveness, overstimulation, use of butt plug, spanking, dacryphilia, strap sucking, beomgyu wears lip gloss, praise, degrading, use of pet names, dollification, choking, slut shaming,
Synopsis: Every Thursday night at 8pm, you tune into your favourite camboy: Angel313. What you don’t know is he goes to the same uni as you, is even in the same class as you and is Choi Beomgyu, the campus fuckboy but will you keep his secret?
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You feel sick.
you've been pacing around your dorm relentlessly for 20 minutes now, gnawing at your fingernails, because right now, at this exact moment, beomgyu was streaming. Without you.
And not just without you, but with one of the biggest camgirls in the community: Winter01.
You tried to remain unbothered, unfazed, unaffected, at least, that’s how you acted when, beomgyu, unsure and sheepish, had asked you whether he should go for it. It made sense, she had specifically reached out only to beomgyu and had asked to collab, and that was a great opportunity since she was so well known. If he appeared on her channel, then you’d both gain more popularity and traction on your channel too and make even more money. He should totally go for it. It made perfect, rational sense. It shouldn't feel this serious. it's just a stream. Just a collab.
Except, the thought of beomgyu doing a stream with someone else, being fucked by someone else, someone else making him feel good…it just made this nasty, terrible, inexplainable feeling occur within you. That’s what you do with him. That’s your thing. No one else has ever touched him on stream, not ever, not until now.
You collapse onto your desk chair in frustration, only to shoot up a second later. You stand back up. You open your laptop. You close it. You go back to the tab of the website. You close that too. The endless back and forth, making you go insane.
The notification still glows at the top of your laptop screen like a slap to the face.
@Angel313 is now live with @Winter01 !
You battled with yourself, conflicting thoughts on whether you should click on the stream, see what’s going on. Because, a part of you was dying to know. What was she doing with him? Did he like it? Did the viewers like it? Were there even more views than normal? What if it becomes super trending? Was she better than you at fucking beomgyu? What if beomgyu likes her way more than you? It was genuinely eating away at you from the inside.
But at the same time, you didn’t want to see. It’s best to not know at all. What you can’t see can’t hurt you, ignorance is bliss, you know, all that stuff. Because once you click on the stream, there’s no going back. Did you really want to see all that? You could remain peacefully unaware, let the imagination torment you with glimpses only in your mind, not in high definition, in real time.
But, maybe it’s best to know actually.
Maybe the not knowing is worse. What if she’s touching beomgyu the way he likes? What if he likes it better? At least you’ll know and then you can be prepared if he decides he wants to switch partners and toss you aside because winter was way better.
But can you blame him? Winter is beautiful. And she’s popular for a reason. Even you’re familiar with her, you’ve watched some of her streams before. She’s good at what she does. You like her too. What if it does go viral? What if they have insane chemistry and the chat explodes and people beg for more and they're all like ''holy shit, this is the best collab ever" and they make so much money and everyone likes them both together so much and they collab even more in the future and then he just starts streaming with her altogether instead because she’s so much better? She is a professional camgirl, you were just a viewer, a fan for a faceless pretty camboy named angel313. Do you even know what you’re doing?
You suck in a breath. Alas, the curiosity gets the better of you though, and hesitantly, you click on the stream. It loads slowly and you can hear the imaginary countdown in your head, body buzzing with dread at what you might see.
You get what you went searching for. You’d opened the pandora’s box.
You see it as soon as it loads—Winter’s pretty manicured hand wrapped around beomgyu’s flushed cock, pumping him up and down as he stiffly sat on her pink gamer chair, she’s whispering things you can’t decipher, giggling and she looks so pretty, glossed lips brushing over his reddened ears, you see beomgyu who looks like he’s freaking out over all of this, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, embarrassed, cheeks all pink, shaking slightly, biting his lip. Then you hear it. His voice. He lets out a small quiet, shy whimper and a "P-please...!" That does it.
You switch the stream off instantly, slamming your laptop screen down like it had burned you. You don’t want to see anymore. You wished you hadn’t seen at all, but it’s too late to unsee, the image now fully engrained in your head. You feel even more sick than you did before.
Curiosity really does the kill cat, you guess.
You hate how your chest aches. And it feels far too much like the feeling of heartbreak for your liking. Which is dumb. Why did you care so much anyway? In the past when you didn’t know who Angel was, you would have absolutely loved to watch him get fucked on camera by someone else. He only ever used to do solo streams. Hell, if you knew it was Winter, you probably would have been even more overjoyed and excited to watch your favourite pretty camboy get ruined by another pretty camgirl. You probably would have lost your mind. A small part of you almost misses back when you were just a viewer, when you didn't know Choi Beomgyu, the supposed campus fuckboy was Angel313. When you used to just watch him unknowingly through a screen.
Your nerves are tripled as you wait and brace yourself for beomgyu to return.
You don’t know exactly what you expected when Beomgyu finally walks through the door, but it wasn’t this.
He’s quiet. Too quiet. No grinning, smug from ear to ear, enthusiastic and blushing. No giddy, boastful oversharing of how amazing everything was, like you’d thought. Like what he usually does when he finds something exciting or funny about his day and rambles about it to you for so long with shiny eyes because he can never really contain his emotions when he feels happy and it's always endearing and he always kind of resembles a puppy when he’s like that. Beomgyu doesn’t even meet your eyes.
You get off your bed with wide eyes immediately at the sight of him, standing straight in anticipation way too quickly. Your heart is hammering in your chest, all the questions you wanted to ask blowing up in your mind, but getting jumbled and stuck in your throat.
What was it like?
How did it go?
Was she good?
Do you want to stream with her again?
“Beomgyu.” You start frantically, “How did it—?”
But before you can finish the question, he wraps his arms around you. Tightly. Practically collapsing against you. He presses his entire body into you, hugging you like he’s desperate to melt into your skin and he buries his head deep into your shoulder.
You gasp and freeze, deeply confused, and brows furrowed. Beomgyu is tense, his breath is warm but shaky against your bare neck. Still, your arms move slowly, hugging him back. You hold him, gently at first, then a little tighter. That seems to ease him slightly. His shoulders loosen a fraction. But his grip on you stays firm.
“...Gyu?” you ask, quieter, softer now.
He doesn't answer. You try to pull back slightly to look at him, but he just clings tighter, arms winding more secure around your waist and burying his face impossibly deeper into your shoulder and neck, shakily inhaling and exhaling.
“Hey…what’s wrong? Did something happen?” You run your hand gently up and down his back. Could it be winter? Maybe something happened?
“No.” Beomgyu mumbles finally as if he could read your mind, voice muffled against your hoodie. “She was…really nice, actually. Nothing happened.”
You blink at him, even more lost. “Then…?”
Beomgyu sighs. “I don’t know. It just- It didn’t…feel right.”
He pulls back from your shoulder, facing you now and you see how glossy his brown eyes had become. He looks at you like he’s trying to explain something he doesn’t quite understand himself, like he can’t figure why it’s having such an affect on him either. “Thought it would be like all the other streams, but it didn’t feel the same. At all. I don’t know, maybe I’m being dramatic. But it made me feel... weird. Not like, bad. Just…sort of, empty? Dissociated? I couldn’t stop thinking about—” Beomgyu pauses, eyes squeezing shut for a second before opening again, unsure. “It-it wasn’t…” Beomgyu sighs again. “It wasn’t you.”
Beomgyu frowns at you with a pout, bottom lip almost wobbling as his mouth becomes heavily downturned, and then he hides his face into your shoulder once more, gripping onto you harder.
That stuns you into silence.
It wasn’t you.
“Sorry. It’s weird, I know.”
“It’s not.” You say firmly. You cup the side of his face without thinking, brushing your thumb over the soft skin beneath his eye. He leans into it immediately, almost instinctively, eyes fluttering shut, relieved.
Beomgyu continues to hug you silently in that spot for a while. After a long, moment, he gently nudges you backwards guiding you to the bed and lowering both of you down onto it. He flops on top of you, his cheek pressed right against your chest as if you’re his pillow, arms wound tightly around your waist, cuddling you. A content sigh escapes him when you start slowly carding your fingers through his soft hair, stroking through the strands. His body is warm and so are is slow breaths against your skin, legs tangled with yours and he’s soo clingy.
You don’t know how long you just lie there. But you wouldn’t have been able to get up even if you wanted. You’d attempted to get up earlier to go to the bathroom, but beomgyu hadn’t let you, furrowing his brows in offence and whining annoyed at you loudly, refusing and clinging to you somehow even more.
Despite him restricting you from pissing—it was quite sweet, the way he was acting right now, wanting to be close to you the whole time and latching his limbs onto you like an octopus that won’t let go, making your heart flutter.
And then, after what felt like hours, he moves. Beomgyu slowly lifts his head from your chest, eyes fluttering open and he blinks at you. His gaze roams your face, slow and searching, and his hand comes up, delicately brushing some hair away from your face. There’s something quietly desperate in the way he looks at you. And then he leans down, soft lips grazing yours and he kisses you.
It starts slow at first, his lips moving against yours gently. He pulls away a little, gazing at you again, then he surges forward, kissing you deeper this time, hands moving to cup your face. His lips are plush and hot, moving with increasing fervour, breath hitching as he starts to get needier as time goes on. His tongue slips past your lips and he groans softly into your mouth, kissing you deeper, messier, more desperately like he’s been starved of it.
His hands trail down, grabbing at your waist, your hips, pushing himself even closer to you until there’s no kind of space left between you. His eyes are half lidded by now, lips so swollen and parted. One hand pushes your hoodie up, exposing your tits, lips kissing the space in between your breasts, then kissing all over your chest eagerly and brushing his mouth over the expanse. And then his pouty lips wrap around your nipple, hand groping and kneading the other, moaning at that.
You gasp as he continues to suck your tits blissfully, flicking and swirling his tongue harshly around your nipple that has you squirming, mouthing at you hungrily. He’s drooling and your chest and his lips are all shiny and slick with spit and drool. Then he switches to the other nipple. You feel him humping you by now, rocking his hips against yours, muffled desperate whines eliciting from his stuffed mouth, continuing to rut against you like a dumb, dirty dog.
He looks up at you innocently through his pretty lashes and doe brown eyes, plump lips still latched and wrapped around your tits, sound of him avidly sucking and slurping and moaning, evident around your dorm. He finally lets go with a wet pop, so drooly and messy and then he kisses you again, sloppily making out all wet, still humping you, breath ragged, eyes half lidded.
“I need you.” Beomgyu says when he pulls away from your lips, looking at you so intensely, so gravely. He sounds so wrecked. And he’s not just turned on, although that’s apparent too, but so wrecked and frenzied and needy already. “Pleaseee. I need to be closer to you. Wanna feel you. Please, I wanna fuck you so bad right now, I can’t” He sounds like he’s going to cry. “Let me, let me, baby, please…” He keeps kissing you between every plea, your mouth, your neck, your collarbone, any part of you he can kiss.
You let him because after everything that’s happened today, you want him just as badly, you’re just as desperate for beomgyu. His hands are already fumbling to rid you of your clothes and then his own, desperate and shaky and clumsy with urgency.
You stroke him a few times his cock twitching in your palm as he lets out a broken, pretty moan, “You want it that badly, hmm?”
Beomgyu nods frantically, his hips twitching forward like he can’t help himself, pupils dilating just from thinking about it.
You laugh, “You're so needy.” You bring his dick closer to you, dragging his tip through your slick folds, moving yourself against him, watching the way beomgyu’s face scrunches up, and then beomgyu does too, sliding his cock against your folds up and down until you say he can fuck you.
“Y/n…” He whines, “please, please. Can I be inside?” Beomgyu begs and implores, like not being inside of you right now is the most unbearable thing ever possible for him, like it physically hurts him, shaking and trembling just at the feeling of his wet dick sliding on your folds.
“Go on, baby.”
Beomgyu does not need to be told twice, he wastes no time, lining himself up and burying his swollen fat tip and the rest of his length t the hilt inside your warm, wet pussy. “O-oh, god…” Beomgyu squeezes his eyes shut, not even being able to open them, he throws his head back, pathetically moaning out long and loud, gasping for breath, trying to calm himself down, he could cum already.
Just as he starts to move, you stop him with a palm to his chest. You suddenly get an idea, “Wait, gyu.” He stops, whining in confusion, just blinking at you, too dazed.
You bring your phone out and start a stream, filming beomgyu. There wasn’t supposed to be a stream but you feel the urge. You want everyone to see, you want them to know at the end of the day, he’s yours, feeling possessive. You want them to see how he acts when he’s with you.
All the comments are flooded with talk of the stream beomgyu had done with winter previously, but the general consensus seemed to be that most were confused and asking of your relationship with beomgyu, some also debating on who they liked seeing beomgyu more with.
@angelsfav: Wait so you guys aren’t dating ????
@luuvsubs: I always thought they were dating. From their dynamic and everything they did and acted, it seemed like they were.
@31333_fan: seeing angel’s dynamic with two different partners was really interesting and stark haha. I like both so much ! 🩷
@ilovewiinter: I preferred angel and winter. She’s my favourite camgirl!
@freakyyes : winter >>> sorry not sorry 😋
@heartgel: Nahhh he has so much more chemistry with who he usually streams with. He’s wayy more into this 😭 look at him 🫠
“Are we dating?” you repeat to the screen. “No. We’re not.”
You place the phone on your table so they can properly see you both. Beomgyu really doesnt care about anything at all at the moment, he just wants to fuck you. You tell him he can start again and beomgyu begins to move.
Beomgyu fucks into you slowly at first, trying to control himself with desperate, restrained, shaky rolls of his hips like he wants to feel everything, every inch of you, eyes focused and obsessed, entranced with the lewd sight of your pussy slowly swallowing him in. He moans every time he bottoms out, eyes fluttering shut, mouth slack and cute, deep, breathy little cries. You can’t tell if he’s going so slow, moving like this and holding back because he’s waiting for permission, to tell him he can go faster, or he’s desperately trying to savour it, but you want more.
You wrap your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer and deeper into you and hands sliding up his back, clutching at the muscles there, moving and rolling your own hips to meet his as well, guiding him to fuck into you more. Beomgyu yelps, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head at that, a choked moan slipping past his lips, hands placed on the mattress on either side of you, faltering, “S-sshit...!”
"Does it feel good, puppy?" You coo at him, one of your hands coming to tangle and caress his messy, long hair, loving how he's already falling apart because of you.
Beomgyu nods like a brainless baby, eyelids drooping with pleasure, slurring his words, his tiny lisp becoming slightly more evident, drool dribbling down the corner of his mouth, watching your tits deliciously jiggle with every thrust, "Ss-so goood-ughh. Pussy feels s’ good, so perfect...mmm-ah."
It’s not long until beomgyu completely loses himself in the feeling of you, his thrusts quickly building up in speed, slamming his hips harder and deeper, erratically. “Wanna be inside you forever…wanna be—ahh this close t’you all thetime...” Beomgyu is just blabbering random shit by now, deliriously slamming his cock into your now soaked pussy repeatedly. Beomgyu holds onto you tightly, face falling into the crook of your neck, utterly wrecked, his drool all on your neck now, his moans and groans spilling into your ear.
“Yeah? You’re all mine aren’t you?” You coax him, your own eyes glazed up at this point, your puppy fucking you so well, such a good boy.
Beomgyu’s hands scramble for yours blindly and desperately, interlacing your fingers together, squeezing hard, holding your hands and refusing to let go. He’s still clinging so close to you like a lifeline, like he can’t bear not to, like he wants to dissolve into you completely, all so sticky and hot, you hold onto him tightly too.
“Yeah. Yours. ‘m yours…” He lifts his head from your neck, bringing his forehead to yours, looking at you like you hung the stars.
“Only I can make you feel this good right?” So maybe you are trying to stroke your own ego a bit by now, but you need him to say it, need everyone else to hear it too.
Beomgyu nods and hums, giving you a dreamy look, pathetically whimpering and whining, face contorted in overwhelming bliss, “mmh. Only you.” He squeezes your hand tight at that, nuzzling his nose with yours, forehead still touching yours, peppering sweet kisses all over your face. Your heart feels like it might give out.
Your pussy clenches tightly around him and beomgyu looks genuinely so far gone, so dumbed out, so fucked out from your pussy, his face the most debauched you’ve seen him, groaning, “baby…ah ‘m so close” Beomgyu’s cock plows into you so sloppily, squelchy wet slaps of skin when he fucks your hole feverishly and uncoordinated, continuous strangled moans leaving his mouth by now.
Beomgyu is so incredibly sweaty, messy hair wet and falling into his half lidded eyes, sweat dripping down his sharp jaw, nose and forehead, you’re probably just the same too, if not worse. But beomgyu just looks so good and so hot, so sweaty and so sexy. The sweat makes his whole body glow and shine under the dim light, and god, does he truly look like an angel right now. It’s ironic, so on-the-nose. Angel313. His username. It’s unfair how unreal, how ethereal beomgyu looks.
And beomgyu is so loud, unable to contain his noises of pleasure, he should probably keep it down but you don’t want him to, you adore hearing the sounds he makes because of you. The moans loud and relentless, tumbling out of him uncontrollably, reverberating around the room as well as the slick sounds of his cock moving inside you.
He’s shaking with the effort not to cum too soon, not to fall apart so fast that it embarrasses him. But it’s useless. You know him way too well by now, you’d watched all his streams before, streamed with him too much by now to know exactly when he’s close even when he tries not to, you know what makes him twitch, what makes his eyes roll back, what makes that pretty, loud mouth of his go slack and dumb.
“Cum for me, pretty angel. Show them how good you are for me.”
One of his hands goes down to your pretty folds, thumbing over your clit fast, rubbing in frantic little circles, desperate to have you cumming on his cock too, the other still interlocked with yours needily. Beomgyu ruts into you helplessly like a wild, panting dog, slamming his stuttering hips relentlessly with yours.
“I-I’m gonna c-cum—“ He chokes and stutters out. You bring your hand to thumb at his sensitive nipples, playing with the buds harshly and that brings him to the edge, “F-fuck, baby I-I’m cummingg I’m cumming…!” Beomgyu wails, crying out, he feels his orgasm build in his stomach and so do you, both of you letting go and cumming together, so intense, it almost feels spiritual.
You grab his face, smacking your lips with his, kissing him and swallowing down his moans so hungrily, kissing so deep it steals the air from both your lungs but neither of you pull away, his forehead still rests softly against yours, his sweat sweat dripping onto you. You feel so much of beomgyu’s hot, sticky cum spilling into you continuously, completely milking him and his body jerks, shaking violently. Beomgyu cums so hard he genuinely sees stars, just feeling pure ecstasy and fully, utterly spent.
When you both genuinely need to breathe, you pull away, lips parting with a wet, thin pull, a sllippery, slivery string of saliva still connecting your swollen mouths. Your breaths are ragged, chests heaving against each other, your skin damp and flushed. You reach out blindly, fingers fumbling over the desk until you finally manage to end the stream with a click, not really bothering to look at the donations or comments.
“Holy fuck…” Beomgyu shuts his eyes, breathing out, holding onto both of your hands.
“Quite literally.” You pant, dazed.
You both giggle at that, lightheaded, beomgyu shaking his head with a breathless laugh, grinning tiredly at you, forehead dropping to yours once more.
Beomgyu starts to pull out but you stop him, “keep fucking me, beomie. Isn’t that what you wanted? Said you want to stay in my pussy forever hmm?” Your voice teasing, brushing his sweaty bangs out his face, grinning wickedly. But he doesn’t complain.
“Y-yeah.” Beomgyu just nods, moaning weakly, already fucking and stuffing his cum back into you again with gasped whimpers and whines and wincing of overstimulation, trembling. You really don’t know how long you guys go at it for, all blurry and dizzy, just remembering beomgyu’s loud cries of your name and cumming again and again and again, clutching and grasping onto you.
Beomgyu🪽: did you want to hang out? me, tae and kai are gonna play tekken !! 😋
Y/n🎷: nah can’t sorry. I’m REVISING in the library with a friend. 🤓📚Which YOU should be doing too btw…🤨🧐🫵
Beomgyu🪽: but can’t you just come? Can’t you do that later? I need to beat you in tekken again. 👉👈 And I don’t need to revise, I’m naturally talented in mewsik >_< 🎤🎸🎶
Y/n🎷: what kind of spelling is that. Tell Kai he should be revising rn too wtf it’s literally exam season
Beomgyu🪽: Kai said you’re a neek. Are you really not coming ??☹️☹️🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
Y/n 🎷: I’m literally at the library rn, no.
Beomgyu 🪽: who are you with anyway? Music practice room guy?
Y/n 🎷: yeah
Beomgyu🪽: cool, have fun revising.
Beomgyu’s stomach twists. He scowls at your message for a little longer, fingers lingering on the keyboard like he wants to type something else but then he doesn’t. With a little too much force, he places his phone on the table face-down, knitting his eyebrows in a frown, arms crossed, grumbling to himself.
He kinda hates that you’re not coming over. He kinda really hates that you’re hanging out with that other guy instead of him too. Do you not like his company anymore or something?
He really, really wanted to see you today. He’d even gotten extra snacks for you, the ones he knows are your favourite and cleared the space on the floor so you could sit next to him. He didn’t think you wouldn’t come. Is he being dramatic right now? You’re just studying in the library, it’s probably what he should be doing too. But, you’ve never said no to hanging out ever before…you’d still come, just for a bit even if you didn’t want to.
Well, at least he still gets to see you today, because there is a stream later tonight.
“What? Y/n’s not coming?” Taehyun asks from where he sits, crosslegged on beomgyu’s bed, controller in hand, starting the game.
“No.” Beomgyu sulks, sounding very much like a kicked puppy. “They’re too busy studying with this guy they met in the music practice rooms. They’re always hanging out with him lately…” The last part is said with so much bitterness in his voice, muttering and complaining.
Taehyun raises an eyebrow. “Do you know who this guy is?”
“No.”
“Have you asked?” Huening Kai chimes in, sat on the floor, back slumped against the bed a controller also in his hand and munching on a packet of crisps.
“No.” Beomgyu huffs. “Anyway. As I was about to say before, I’ve had a really, really big revelation, something highly important.”
Kai gasps, eyes wide. “You’re pregnant.”
“I’m not a fucking seahorse.” Beomgyu rolls his eyes, “I was going to say…” He closes his eyes, inhales and exhales dramatically and finally declares, “I think…I like y/n more than IU.”
They’re both silent for a second but neither of them seem particularly shocked to hear that. Then, kai resumes munching on the crisps loudly again, unfazed.
“That’s your big revelation?” Taehyun asks, incredulously.
Beomgyu takes offence. “I think it’s really shocking. Why are you not shocked? I’ve liked IU since I was nine! She’s my first love.”
Huening Kai gasps dramatically, mocking him. “Even more than Park Boyoung?!”
Beomgyu hesitates. He takes a moment to really think, deeply in thought, as if that was the hardest question he’s ever had to answer, like those moralistic ‘would you rather change the track to the baby or kill 5 people’ dilemmas. “Possibly… yes.”
“Okay wait, no.” Kai sits up, “This is serious.”
“I was saying this was serious before! So, like what should I do? Do you guys think I’m going insane? I’m going insane. I’ve lost it.” Beomgyu grabs a fistful of his own hair, pulling at it and groaning. “I feel like…i feel like the tragic second male lead in a kdrama right now who like, watches the main couple get together in the rain with an umbrella in his hand, smiling even though he’s dying inside.” He doesn’t know exactly when it happened but after he came back from doing that stream with winter, it all became so very clear to him, suddenly crashing down on him. He thinks it’s been happening for a while. And it’s very serious.
“No, I think it was just inevitable from the start.” Taehyun replies calmly, eyes focused on the menu screen, clicking a few buttons, “I think it’s hard not to catch feelings given your situation. It makes sense. I’m pretty sure y/n likes you too.”
“Just tell them bro.” Huening Kai adds, his mouth disgustingly full of crisps as he spoke.
Beomgyu’s head shot up. “Tell them? Ew. Gross. No. I’m not doing that.” He comes closer to where Kai sat, reaching for a crisp in the bag himself, eating it with a pout. “They don’t even like me. They like him. That annoying practice room guy, whoever he is. Ugh, whatever. Maybe I’m just getting really confused because of the nature of what we do. Maybe, I don’t even like y/n. Yeah…yeah.” Beomgyu nods conspicuously, agreeing with himself with narrowed eyes, stroking his chin slowly like an old, beared man, except, he doesn’t have a beard.
“You’re so full of shit.” Taehyun throws a pillow aggressively at beomgyu’s head.
“Oww!”
Taehyun and Kai exchange a pointed look, shaking their heads, maybe it wasn’t going to happen sooner than they both were beginning to think.
Beomgyu huffs in defence, “Say if I did, even I did…tell them. It could jeopardise everything! We’re supposed to be professional partners. If I say something and it gets weird between us, what then?” His chest tightens a little at the thought. You could stop streaming with him, what was he supposed to do then? Continue solo again, find someone else? He already knows now he wouldn’t want to be streaming with anyone else if it wasn’t you. And if he went solo, it’d be boring again, he’d get less money. But it wasn’t even about the streaming anymore, he’d gotten so close to you in a matter of a few months. You’d become such an important person, a staple in his life so naturally, that he couldn’t remember what it was even like before you had entered it. He wants to be close to you all the time. Days without you are weird now. When you’re not around, he’s always missing you. He’d rather it stay how it is now than not have you in his life at all. So no, he’s not going to risk it.
“You should at least find out who this guy is.” Kai yawns, tossing the bag of crisps to the side, taking the controller in both his hands, ready to play now.
“Why?” Beomgyu asks suspiciously.
“To see if he’s way hotter than you.”
Beomgyu gasps, scandalised, beginning to spiral. “What if he is?”
You sat hunched in the computer lab of the library, all your notes and books and manuscript paper sprawled madly on the desk as you desperately tried to learn about advanced music theory and Schenkerian analysis, you have no idea how kai and beomgyu aren’t stressed out right now, your head beginning to hurt as you sat besides haechan who was also studying, a lot more calmly than you.
The library and computer lab was pretty packed and alive since it was exam season, being able to see other stressed out uni students fighting the same losing battle, and groups of friends who were gossiping about their latest traumatic situationship of the semester—very entertaining to eavesdrop on, though distracting as you were supposed to be revising, both you and haechan giggling at the outrageous things you hear.
Haechan glances at what you’re attempting to revise at the minute and pitifully shakes his head at your screen, “Man, I’m so glad I didn’t pick Music.”
You groan, head on the desk, “I can’t do it.”
“Wanna go for a walk around campus instead?” Haechan offers.
You laugh, “you know what, yeah.” Both of you leaving all your possessions on the desk with blind trust, wandering out the library into the late afternoon sun.
Before the walk properly began, you both made a detour to the campus cafe, purchasing a drink to cheer you up a bit more. You think you deserve a little sweet treat, having been at wits end to warrant one.
You laugh and walk around with haechan, drinks in hand and sipping on them, the campus golden and bathed in soft amber light, a pleasant breeze that wasn’t too hot or too cold. The cherry blossom trees lining the main path had all burst into full bloom by now, their pretty pink petals littering the ground you walked on, falling elegantly. Some students were already sitting on the grass, chatting away like it was summer already. It was so peaceful to see, and a great breath of fresh air from studying in the library.
You stop to stare at the cherry blossom trees, pointing excitedly, because no matter how many springs have come and how many cherry blossom trees bloomed when the time came every year, it never failed to always leave you in awe at just how beautiful they are. “Look at them. It’s so pretty!”
Haechan nods in agreement. The temptation of taking a picture overcomes you and you bring out your phone, taking a few shots of the cherry blossoms and the sunset behind, then holding your phone out to show him, proudly.
He leans closer, squinting at your screen, smiling. “Okayy, photographer. You should post those.”
PING !!
Suddenly, you get an extremely loud buzz on your phone.
@Angel313 going live soon !!
Shit.
The notification lights up your entire screen so obnoxiously.
You freeze for a second, trying not to visibly freak out or act suspiciously, yanking your phone away from him and fumbling to switch it off, putting it back in your pocket.
Obviously haechan saw it too, you saw how his eyebrows had creased in slight intrigue. But it’s not like it’s some promiscuous username, it wasn’t like it screamed ‘porn!’ it could be anything for all he knows. How would he know that was a camboy, that could literally be a youtuber, gamer or anything else? Yeah, It’s really not that deep, he wouldn’t think it was deep.
He doesn’t say anything about it, which means he probably didn’t think much of it, he just continues casually walking and talking again, changing the subject and you’re very thankful he never asks. Your heart still thudding in your ears for the rest of the stroll.
Beomgyu sat pliantly beside you on the bed, legs folded, hands resting in his lap, eyes following your movements with curiosity, your hand was on his chin, tilting it up, the other intimately applying coats of your lip gloss slowly onto his lips.
“Ow. It burns! What the fuck.” Beomgyu furrows his brows, hissing. He could feel the tingling sensation on his lips right now and it was deeply uncomfortable.
You chuckle, amused. “Yeah, it’s a plumping lip gloss. And it doesn’t even burn that much. Why are you being so dramatic?” Dragging the applicator across his bottom lip in a deliberate motion.
Beomgyu wrinkles his nose. “Whatever that means.”
You roll your eyes, deadpan. “It’s in the name. It plumps your lips.”
“Well it feels really weird.”
“It’s alright, it’ll go away.” You, apply one more coat then pull back, looking satisfied. You take the phone in your hand, filming beomgyu’s lips up close, “Look at the pretty doll.” Needless to say, the chat is blowing up at the sight of angel in lip gloss, the comments lighting up with strings of hearts and emojis.
ANGEL IS TOO PRETTY WTF JDJDJ
LOOK AT THOSE LIPS ?!? 😩 he has the prettiest lips ever
RUIN HIM PLEASE 💕
You’d even done beomgyu’s hair, putting it into a half up poinytail and adding one of your clips in his hair.
Beomgyu looks so good with your lip gloss on, his lips tinted, glittery, sparkly and even plumper than they usually were. He looked so kissable. God, you wanted to kiss him immediately, ruin him, wreck him. But you stop yourself, you were going to ruin him in a different way.
“On your knees, pretty.” Your voice sweet but commanding. Beomgyu does what he’s told and moves immediately, dropping from the bed without hesitation. His knees hit the floor with a soft thud, looking up at you with his sparky brown, innocent, doe eyes, thick doll lashes fluttering like butterfly wings as he looks up at you.
You bring the strap you were wearing to his mouth, tapping his lips with it a few times, watching the strings of the thick sticky gloss connect to the top of the strap.
“Open your mouth, baby.”
Beomgyu slowly opens his mouth wider, still not breaking eye contact with you. You slowly push the silicone into beomgyu’s pretty mouth. He begins to suck soft and slow without even being told, rocking his head, wrapping his shiny lips around it.
“Yeah, that’s it,” you murmur at the sight, hand stroking over his cheek, “So pretty for me, babe.”
He moans at that, spurring him on, looking up at you desperately. Beomgyu’s hands move to eagerly hold onto your hips, but you swat them away, “No touching.” Beomgyu whines in protest but keeps his hands on his lap instead, balled into fists to stop himself from touching you. His poor dick, hard and leaking in his pants by now.
Beomgyu is so into it by now, focused, bobbing his head earnestly, trying to take more, wanting to please you like he’s really making you feel good as if it’s actually your real body, moaning loudly around the strap. When beomgyu moves further on the faux cock, the harness begins to bump against your clit and you try chasing the sensation by pushing more of your strap down beomgyu’s throat, grasping onto his hair and little ponytail to guide him more harshly. He softly gags, tears springing in his eyes as it hits the back of his throat but he doesn’t stop.
“God, you’re so hot like this pretty doll face, taking my cock so well.” You moan from the feeling of it hitting your clit but also at how pathetic beomgyu looks right now.
"Mmph—mmmghd.” Beomgyu garbles and moans around the silicone in response, drool slobbering all on his chin and wet mouth, spit mixed with the gloss, creating a slick shiny mess on his mouth and the toy, teary, pleading puppy eyes blinking up at you.
But you continue to ignore his gags, forcing him to deepthroat the strap, hands roughly pulling at his hair.
You then bring his face all the way down to the base of the dildo, his nose pressing into your lower abdomen and you hold him there. His body shakes, wide panicked eyes, muffled chokes and cries. But you still keep him there. There’s tears streaming down his face, helpless, cheeks hollowed.
After a while, you let go, he pulls himself completely off and splutters as thick strings of drool connect his lips and chin to the tip of the dildo. Beomgyu gasps for air, choking and coughing and crying, wiping at his chin.
You bring him up, seeing how you’d ruined the pretty doll, his cute hairstyle now all messy, clip half loose and slipping from his bangs, eyes glassy, lashes prettily clumped with tears, tears stream still evident on his rosy cheeks, his lips utterly wrecked, puffy, red, slick and wet and swollen, lip gloss and spit all around and smeared. It’s gorgeous.
You kiss him before he can even properly catch his breath, not giving him that much time for air but he melts into it, kissing you back desperately as if you were the air he needs to breathe, spit and gloss smearing onto your own mouth, all tongue and sloppy, whimpering in your mouth.
Pushing him onto the bed, you straddle him as he lays with breathless anticipation underneath you. You’d agreed to peg him today and he’d sucked your strap so well, with such dedication, being so good, you wanted to give it to him already, wanted to make him feel so good.
You throw his shirt off him, pierced belly comes into view. That iconic little hello kitty charm glinting at you from his navel, rising and falling with every shaky inhale as his tummy trembles underneath your touch. Placing your hand on his tiny waist, you marvel at how he is beneath you. You kiss him everywhere, down his neck, chest, tummy, marking him, sucking soft hickeys as he lets out soft little whines, tugging at the sheets.
You move further down, leaving him in his underwear, spreading his legs apart, kissing the soft unblemished skin of his pretty plush thighs, sucking his inner thighs as his breath hitches, so sensitive there, biting, licking, covering, littering and painting them in purpley and pink splotches. Beomgyu squirms and shivers, restless as your mouth gets so close, too close to his aching, hard cock but not enough. “Pleasee.” He’s breathless, legs spreading even wide for you, “just—touch me, already.” Beomgyu whines and pouts. “You’re teasing me. I’m dying over here.”
You roll your eyes but tug his underwear down and it’s like he suddenly remembers something, panicked, horrified. He shuts his legs, hands instantly flying to cover the area. Beomgyu is blushing furiously, face and ears flushed, his cheeks blooming a pretty shade of pink, pinker than the cherry blossoms you’d seen earlier today. He avoids your gaze, looking anywhere but you, so incredibly embarrassed, so shy.
That’s weird. Beomgyu was rarely ever this shy anymore. He hadn’t got this embarrassed since the first time he streamed in front of you.
You narrow your eyes suspiciously at him, opening his legs and pulling his hands away nonetheless.
That’s when you see it— a pretty little bedazzled heart shaped, pink gem, resting snugly in beomgyu’s hole, catching the light like treasure in a chest. What the hell.
You’d never seen it before and it was driving you crazy, in a good and bad way.
“Oh my god.” You gasp, dramatically, scandalised. “You whore! Have you been wearing this all day?”
“N-no! Just a few hours before you came!” Beomgyu squeaks and splutters, face buried in his hands, trying to explain himself as if he’d committed some atrocious, heinous crime. “Couldn’t help myself…and, and—I missed you.” Beomgyu mumbles, sulky, “You didn’t even come today! Too busy with that guy.” He suddenly furrows his brows at you, glaring, indignant, petulant, as if it was your fault.
You gape at him. “You couldn’t even wait? Didn’t ask me, didn’t even tell me, touching yourself without me there…you brat.” You spit out and tut, shaking your head at him. In hindsight, it wasn’t even that bad. You just wanted any kind of excuse to punish him now. In fact, you’re almost salivating at the sight of beomgyu wearing a pretty pink jewelled butt plug.
He lets out an offended noise, protesting. “I just warmed up a little. I was being…” He almost laughs, playing coy, then looks back up at you innocently, “…proactive.”
“You were being an impatient whore.”
Your eyes drag slowly over to the plug again, taking in how pink and sparkly it is, how snug it looks, how his cute tiny hole must’ve adjusted to it, gently stretched and waiting for you, squirming for hours. God. Beomgyu looked so good with it. It suited him so well.
Beomgyu studies your face, searching your eyes and his face slowly turns into a satisfied grin, regaining some of that usual bratty confidence. “You love it. I know you do.”
You ignore him, watching the screen on the phone, turning to the live chat, smiling cryptically. “What do guys think? Should we still fuck him? Or should we punish him?”
Beomgyu’s smug little smirk falters instantly replaced with a dreaded look. But the chat is already flooding in.
Punish him.
Spank him till he cries >_< 🌸
Slap him until he’s really sorry ! Make sure you don’t fuck him at all.
You grin. Almost everyone says to punish him, that he deserved a spanking instead.
Beomgyu’s eyes widen, shaking his head devastated, mortified. “No.” His voice breaks, “Don’t listen to them—please. Please fuck me.”
“They’re saying you should get spanked instead.” You shrug as if it’s all out of your control.
Beomgyu whines again, more pathetic this time, distressed, trying to bring your hand to his dick, grinding up against your hand. “Please—please, baby, I need it so bad, I-i’ve been good-”
You swat your hand away in disgust. Instead, You grip his face roughly, forcing him to look at you, “Do you want to get punished even more?”
Beomgyu recoils like a dejected helpless puppy, knowing he can’t do anything anymore. He slowly flips over onto his stomach and you bend him over your lap.
“You guys are evil.” Beomgyu comically mutters bitterly, casting a betrayed glare at the camera to the viewers before turning it on you. “And you—you’re so mean.” He pouts but accepts his fate.
SLAP !
Beomgyu opens his mouth to say more but his words dissolve into a loud, startled moan as your palm lands on the curve of his small ass with a sharp, echoing smack.
SLAP !
You strike again, spanking beomgyu continuously as he sucks in air loudly, biting his lip, gasping, back arching, trying to hold in the desperate pained whimpers, dick twitching uncontrollably with every smack, thighs quivering.
You spank him again, impossible harder this time, each hit ringing out obscenely, his cheeks painfully reddened and crimson and burning. Sight so pretty with his ass marked and red and the sparkly pink gem nuzzled in between. Your handprint is evident on his ass by now and beomgyu begins to let out muffled cries at your unrelenting slaps, his cock hurting so bad and leaking, rubbing against your thigh from your smacks, smearing his precum there.
“B-baby! Please! S-stop, please fuck me!” Beomgyu mewls and shudders as you still strike him violently, “I-it hurts!” You’re not sure whether he’s talking about his dick or his ass.
“You should’ve thought of that before you decided to be a needy little slut without permission.” You spank his angry scarlet skin again.
Slap !
Beomgyu full on sobs, tears spilling freely from his eyes, hiccuping, wailing loudly, legs thrashing and shaking his head, “S-sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m s-sorry!”
You gently knead the sore flesh of his ass, then let your fingers toy and play with the plug, slowly, teasingly, you ease it out until the widest part stretches him, then pushing it back in his pretty hole with a wet pop, taking it out and thrusting it fully back in his hole, doing that over and over again, fucking him with the little toy, moving it around in circles.
“Ah-ahh—fuck- baby—” Beomgyu gasps, and jolts at the little pleasure, desperate for anything. He lets out the loudest whorish, slutty moans, mewling high pitched, eyes half lidded. He’s such a terrible, weepy mess.
"Baby...you're so pretty like this,” you coo, sweetly, still continuing with your ministrations of moving the jewelled butt plug around in his ass, grinding it in circles and spanking him raw, “you’re such a slutty whore.”
“O-only for- ah! you.” Beomgyu weeps.
You giggle. “Not for your viewers? You’re so ungrateful, angel.”
“Can I cum? Please, please, please. I’ve been good. Pleaseplease” Beomgyu moans.
“Should we let the poor puppy cum?” You glance at the screen, checking what they’re saying, “…sorry baby, they’re saying no.” You tell beomgyu pitifully, feeling slightly sorry for him.
Beomgyu shakes his head wildly, whole body wracked with sobs, shedding so many tears, heart broken. “No! no no no ! I can’t-”
But he doesn’t even listen, it becomes too much and he can’t hold it in, doesn’t even care, in fact, he’s annoyed at you and viewers for being so cruel to him, defiant. The slapping and playing with his hole and the small rubs against his poor cock makes him lose it, spurting and splattering helpless thick hot creamy copious amount of cum all on your thighs as he shudders, whole body convulsing, still crying and sniffling, his pretty legs trembling delicately like a baby deer.
You blink at him. “Did you just cum anyway?You’re so disobedient!”
Beomgyu whimpers, nervous. And there goes the endless punishments beomgyu receives.
You give beomgyu the best aftercare you can after that, praising him and promising to actually peg him next time.
He doesn’t let go of you, insisting on you both showering together, holding onto each other as the warm water sprays on you both, steam rising around, beomgyu groans at the sensation, head looking dramatically on your shoulder, his hair all damp and the bangs attractively in his eyes as he clings to you even when you try to massage his scalp with shampoo, head hiding in your neck, kissing your shoulders and neck soft and tender, making your heart flutter.
Both of you now lay in his bed and you cuddle him, skin still warm and clean from the shower, wrapping your arm around him, bringing him close your side as you play with his damp hair, whispering sweet things in his hair as he sleepily hums, snuggling closer.
Then beomgyu speaks up suddenly, “Hey,” his voice low and soft.
You tilt your head to look at him. “Hmm?”
Beomgyu shifts to face you, head propped up on his elbow, brows slightly furrowed. “Who is he?”
You blink, confused. “What? Who?”
“Music practice room guy.”
You raise your brow, then answer casually. “Oh, his name is Haechan.”
Beomgyu’s eyes suddenly widen, entire body tensed, getting up instantly, “Haechan?! As in cello playing Haechan?”
You sit up too, utterly confused by now and nod then remembering, “Oh yeah, he actually said he knew you.”
“Y/n.” Beomgyu’s voice is sharp, incredulous. “Do you even know—”
But a loud buzz cuts through the room. His phone screen lights up on the nightstand. Beomgyu frowns and picks it up.
Haechan: I know you’re a camboy, beomgyu. I always knew you were a fucking whore. Just wait until I tell everyone 🤣🤣.
Please actually reblog !!!!!! and leave comments !!!! guys 😭 if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated and so nice tysm !<3🙏💕🌷🌷! It’s incredibly discouraging and disappointing when fics have such little reblogs ☹️ At least send an anon in the inbox if you don’t want to rb, don’t just like. Feedback is always appreciated it makes writers want to actually write more :)
A/n: yipppiiieee !! It’s finally 😭😭 sorry if the smut is just really badly written and messy I was lowkey not there when writing it. Also there’s probably only one chapter left ! So tell me if there’s certain scenes or stuff you wanted reader and beomgyu to do in terms of sex 🤔 Also you maybe confused about the plot twist but there was kinda a poorly excused hint in one of the earlier chapters on who haechan could be and why 🤔 also someone tell me if I need to add more warnings idk what I missed 😭😭
01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?
03: Do you regret anything?
04: Are you insecure?
05: What is your relationship status?
06: How do you want to die?
07: What did you last eat?
08: Played any sports?
09: Do you bite your nails?
10: When was your last physical fight?
11: Do you like someone?
12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?
13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?
14: Do you miss someone?
15: Have any pets?
16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?
17: Ever made out in the bathroom?
18: Are you scared of spiders?
19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?
20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?
21: What are your plans for this weekend?
22: Do you want to have kids? How many?
23: Do you have piercings? How many?
24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?
25: Do you miss anyone from your past?
26: What are you craving right now?
27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?
28: Have you ever been cheated on?
29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?
30: What’s irritating you right now?
31: Does somebody love you?
32: What is your favourite color?
33: Do you have trust issues?
34: Who/what was your last dream about?
35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?
36: Do you give out second chances too easily?
37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?
38: Is this year the best year of your life?
39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?
40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?
51: Favourite food?
52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?
53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?
54: Is cheating ever okay?
55: Are you mean?
56: How many people have you fist fought?
57: Do you believe in true love?
58: Favourite weather?
59: Do you like the snow?
60: Do you wanna get married?
61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?
62: What makes you happy?
63: Would you change your name?
64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?
65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?
66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?
67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?
68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?
69: Do you believe in soulmates?
70: Is there anyone you would die for?
6: Clinging onto every ounce of life I have left all the while forcing myself to stay concious as long as possible. I dont know if Ill get another chance, so I want to go out making sure I dont leave a second unlived
7: Kabab
8: Football, Soccer. Liked neither
9: Yes
10: playing with my brother
11: I like a lot of people, however none of that is romantic or sexual.
12: No
13: I dont think so
14: Yes I miss my mom I am on a trip currently
15: Many, 3 dog 5 cat
16:
17: No
18: Yes
19: No, never, not in a million years
20: I havent
21: Continue coding a silly little minecraft project
22: Im 50/50. Im not opposed to the idea some day. The amount doesnt really matter.
23: No
24: Math and science
25: I think yes, I havent had many friends but I have moved a couple times
26: Dark Chocolate coated Caramel sprinkled in corse salt
27: I hope not, I havent been in a relationship so probobly no
28: No
29: No
30: Coding is hard
31: I have many people who care for me. I am compleatly oblivous if anyone is attracted 5k me however but I think not.
32: Azure
33: No
34: Tensura
35: My Mother
36: Others might think so, but my logic is as long as their capable of wanting change thats enough for me.
37: Forgive, I refuse to forget I will grasp onto every memory I can
38: I think so
39: Older than I am now
40: No
41: Soup
42: No, their is no true reason for anything, the beauty of intelligent life is that they created the concept of meaning
43: Bathroom
44: No, if your done with a relationship end it before you do somthing with someone else, if your not in a situation to do so, fight for a safe enviornment
45: No, I will only be mean in jest. I belive a lot of people have gentleness confused with “softness”
46: Depends on your meaning, technically ive never been in a real fight, but I have come to blows with my brother, most of the time its for fun not for argument and never serious enough to draw blood.
47: Yes and no, I dont belive in the idea that some people are just magically perfect for eachother on contact. But I do belive that you can foster a truly healthy bond with another by learning and growing from eachother
48: Rain
49: Yes
50: Im not opposed to the idea but I doubt I would find someone for me and that concept doesnt bother me. The marrage itself doesnt matter to me anyone I form a sufficently strong bond with automatically becomes someone I want to spend time with. I dont truly understand the concept of romanticism.
51: Ive never been called such so I dont know how id feel.
52:
53: No I would not change it but having multiple would be cool. In a lot of fantasy many powerful entities have mutiple names and one true name that holds power over their being. I would want a true name and possibly another one so my govt/actual name, my true name, and my personally/altetnate name I just think it would be neat, it wouldnt like be different personalitys or identies though more just like different things to call me.
54: No
55: I cant even be my compleat self in isolation what do you think?
56: I would want to talk about it with them so I can truly understand how they feel and why. I would want to handle the situation delicatly and explain to them that while I dont feel the same I do have an increadible bond with them and I dont want them to drift away because of it.
57: My Step Mother
58: My Mother
59: No
60: Yes my closest friends and family. Their is no pain I wouldnt endure to keep them safe.
The post whent from 40 to 51 so theres only 60. That took a while
The Silent Pain of Firstborn Daughters: Breaking the Cycle
Mothers Who Don’t Like Their Daughters
If you’re reading this, chances are you can relate. I started this blog because I constantly hear stories about how some mothers treat their daughters—especially the oldest daughter. I sit back and think about it. Some mothers never wanted a child but had one anyway—maybe out of fear of abortion, family pressure, or pressure from a man. Or maybe this child was conceived in rape.
The Foundation of Maternal Bonds
During pregnancy, a mother has the opportunity to bond with her child. Research suggests that prenatal bonding significantly impacts maternal attachment after birth. Studies have shown that mothers who experience stress, resentment, or ambivalence during pregnancy are more likely to struggle with forming a healthy bond with their child after birth. (Source: Journal of Child and Family Studies, 2018).
But what if that bond never formed?
What if, from the very beginning, the mother resented the child, and that baby felt every ounce of that rejection? Psychological studies have found that early maternal rejection or neglect can lead to attachment disorders, low self-esteem, and even difficulties forming healthy relationships later in life (American Psychological Association, 2020).
I can only imagine what goes through a mother’s mind during those months. Whatever happened during that time, one truth remains:
Courage, self-esteem, integrity, morals, trust, kindness, gentleness, and values—all of it starts with the mother.
The Silent Pain of the Firstborn Daughter
I’ve heard too many stories of mothers turning a blind eye, choosing others over their firstborn daughters. You’ve heard them too.
"My mother knew her boyfriend was touching me, coming on to me, and she did nothing."
But let’s go deeper. The mother’s story is often untold—rape, incest, judgment, embarrassment, the humiliation of the family name. She bottles it up, never speaks on it, and then—who does she take it out on? Who absorbs her rage, her unspoken pain, her bitterness?
Yep—the first daughter.
This child, innocent and unaware, bears the weight of her mother’s wounds. She doesn’t know how to handle the painful words, the threats, the name-calling, the frustration, the anger. She doesn’t understand why her mother spits venom at her, why she carries this unspoken blame.
When Everyone Else Comes First
Mothers will honor, cherish, and do anything in the world for their sons, their younger children, even a niece or nephew—putting everyone else before their firstborn daughter. Studies indicate that in families with gender biases, mothers often favor sons over daughters due to deep-rooted societal norms and expectations (Harvard Gender Studies Report, 2019).
Don’t get me wrong—the firstborn daughter may still have a relationship with her mother, but it’s estranged—more like a friendship or an acquaintance than the sacred bond of mother and child. But that’s not how it should be. A mother is supposed to protect, guide, instill values, teach morals, and help build character.
If you are a firstborn daughter who has a strong, loving relationship with your mother, more power to you. But I know far too many women who cannot say the same.
Where Does the Resentment Begin?
How many times have you heard younger siblings say their big sister was like a mother to them?
"She protected me."
"She provided for me."
"She guided me."
And yet, a silent resentment lingers.
So, tell me—did the jealousy start there?
Did it begin the day the mother brought her daughter home from the hospital and all attention shifted to the baby? Or was it something deeper?
If you’re a mother who doesn’t like her daughter, can you admit it?
Breaking the Silence: Personal Stories
Here are just a few testimonies I’ve heard from women who have walked this path:
🔹 "I spent my whole life wondering why my mom loved my little brother more. She never hesitated to defend him, but when I needed her, she turned away." — J, 35
🔹 "My mother told me I was a mistake. That she would have had an abortion if she could have. I grew up trying to earn her love, but it never came." — K, 28
🔹 "She slept with my boyfriend. And when I confronted her, she called me a liar." — D, 40
Do any of these stories sound familiar?
Can Healing Happen?
Confronting these issues is painful, but it can also be the first step toward healing. Studies on family estrangement show that open conversations—even difficult ones—can lead to breakthroughs (Journal of Family Communication, 2021).
If you’re a daughter carrying this pain, I encourage you:
✅ Be courageous, but respectful.
✅ Confront the truth, even if it shakes you.
✅ If your mother is open to dialogue, help her grow.
And for the mothers reading this:
Can you own up to it? Can you acknowledge the hurt? Can you try to heal?
Resources for Support
If this article resonates with you, know that you are not alone. Here are some resources to help navigate these conversations:
🔹 Mother-Daughter Therapy – Psychology Today Therapist Directory
🔹 Support Groups for Adult Daughters – Daughters Healing Network
🔹 Books on Mother-Daughter Relationships – "Will I Ever Be Good Enough?" by Dr. Karyl McBride
Final Thoughts: A Call to Action
Mothers who don’t like their daughters, tell us why.
Do you even care to face the hurt, the pain, the agony your daughter carries?
Tell her why you chose a man over her.
Tell her why you let her abuser stay.
Tell her why you slept with her boyfriend.
Tell her why.
And then, don’t wonder why she searches for comfort in the arms of others.
Don’t ask why she keeps running.
Don’t ask why she feels lost.
Don’t ask why she struggles to trust.
It’s time to have this conversation. No name-calling. No screaming. No dismissing her as dramatic or rebellious.
Own up to your shit.
And maybe, just maybe—start to heal.
Source: The Silent Pain of Firstborn Daughters: Breaking the Cycle
i’m not one to make serious announcements, but this is serious. Moon Taeil, Oldest member of NCT, has been kicked out of the group due to SERIOUS sexual assault allegations. If you thought Lucas was bas, this is even worse. Removed from the group in mere seconds. Me being a Taeil stan, i’m more than disgusted. disappointed. But just because you may like him, doesn’t mean defend him. The things that he has possibly done is wrong and disgusting and if you defend him, you’re disgusting too.
The statement reads:
This is SM Entertainment.
We have recently confirmed that Taeil has been implicated in a criminal case related to sexual crimes.
While looking into the situation, we recognized that the issue is very serious, and we have decided that Taeil could no longer continue team activities. We have discussed this matter with Taeil and it has been decided he will be removed from the group.
Currently, Taeil is faithfully cooperating with the police investigation. We will share additional statements as the investigation progresses.
We deeply apologize for the controversy caused by our artist.
More is to come out about the case, stand with the victim, not with your idol.
As someone who has been single for the past 2 years, you often found yourself missing certain things and feelings. It´s not even the dating in itself that you craved, you were in fact, very content with being alone, and after all your inner healing and growth, you didn´t even think you were ready for a relationship at this point in your life. But as you and Wooyoung were on your couch lazily spending the afternoon, you found your body and mind screaming for comfort at the sight of the rainy day outside.
Your friend had his head on your lap as he played some online shooting game on his phone, the movie you intended on watching now only serving as background noise as you drifted off, hands absent-mindedly playing with the strands of his hair that fell on top of your thighs.
Hand-holding.
That´s something you really missed. The feeling of interlacing fingers with someone as warmness spread through your body. When you were dating, you weren´t even that into holding hands, uncomfortable with not being able to move freely or with the way your palm seemed to always feel clammy – But now? You would kill for a chance to walk around a park linked with someone.
You also really missed being so familiar with someone that you just felt at ease, having a person there to do nothing or everything with, being able to talk or gossip about anything. You remember spamming Mingyu´s chat with every little thing that happened during your day and him just being genuinely happy to hear about it, replying to every single message in order. As your best friend, Wooyoung was someone you talked to a lot, but you still couldn´t text him about how you already drank 6 glasses of water or how you were annoyed because your stapler kept getting stuck – Those are the annoying little things you only get to share with a significant other that has the obligation to put up with you.
And showering together. You almost felt dramatic tears fill your eyes at the thought of it; sharing the hot stream of water with someone, have them rub soap down your back or massage shampoo onto your scalp, or just simply holding someone in the dark under the running water as steam filled the room.
Oh, and free massages. You definitely missed those, being able to ask for a massage at whatever given moment with the certainness that you would receive one. Mingyu´s love language had always been acts of service, meaning you wouldn´t spend a single day without his hands squeezing your shoulders or rubbing down your back.
Maybe you should call Mingyu. Something along the lines of “hey, I know we broke up a few years ago but can you come like, hold me for a minute? Cuddle until we fall asleep?”
You were so touch deprived you could cry.
There was also the intimate part of a relationship; You had tried casual sex, one-night stands, friends with benefits, even a Tinder hook up once – It just wasn´t for you. It´s not even the sex on itself that you longed for, you could spend another few years without it if it came down to it. But you did miss what came with being intimate with someone who truly cared about you. When it comes to casual flings, people are normally selfish (yourself included), doing the bare minimum to get the other person off but truly aiming for their own pleasure; it was nice being with someone who´s main priority was making you feel good without the need of having the “favor returned”.
What you really did miss though, was a bit cruder: You missed the feeling of someone´s dick in your mouth, the groans and whines that came with it, hands tangled in your hair, your tongue tracing hot veins as someone praised you. You missed having someone´s fingers inside of you, your walls tight around them as they pumped in and out of you with ease. You also really fucking missed someone eating you out.
You subconsciously pulled a bit on Wooyoung´s hair out of frustration but he didn´t seem to notice, eyes fixated on his game. You gently pat his head where you had tugged on the strands and went back to playing with his hair, letting your mind take you away once again.
Again, it´s not like your relationship with Mingyu ended badly, surely, he wouldn´t mind if you called him up to go down memory lane for a night-
You had never noticed how plump Wooyoung´s lips were.
He had a habit of pouting when he was focused, or biting on his lips when he was extra concentrated – which he was doing just now as he tried to shoot at someone who was trying to kill him. When he finally managed to take out the other player and escape, he let his bottom lip go, now all red and glistening as he cursed out loud. They just looked so soft and plushy, and the mole he had on his bottom lip –
You suddenly realized you were kind of obsessed with Wooyoung´s nose shape. You know what people say about big noses… Also, how good would it feel bumping against -
“You´re being way too nice. What´s going on?” Wooyoung´s voice suddenly interrupted your thoughts, causing you to jump in shock and realization that you were just thinking about your friend eating you out.
“I am nice, just not to you,” You correct, meeting his eyes which were looking up as you noticed you were still running your fingers through his hair.
“I have very strong opinions about that, but either way, it´s what I meant. Why are you being nice to me?”
“Am I?”
“I remember very clearly the last time I asked you to cuddle me, almost got down on my knees begging and you just looked at me like I had rolled around in the trash.”
“You were quiet today, behaving like a normal person-”
“Go on, call me a good boy. I know you want to,” He rolls his eyes.
You laugh out loud at that; he did know you well.
“Nah, you´ve ruined it the moment you opened your mouth.”
“Guess I´m a bit further from perfect than I thought, getting there though. How was the movie anyways?”
“Oh, did it end already?” You asked, finally looking at the TV and realizing the credits must have been rolling for a while. “Wasn´t paying attention.”
“What were you even doing?” He furrowed his eyebrows at you, a second away from calling you stupid.
“Thinking.”
“About?”
“Calling Mingyu,” You half-lied.
At that, he managed to furrow his eyebrows even more, the biggest judgmental face he had ever sported looking up at you, “Why? Are you suddenly into him again?”
“No.”
“Then why?”
“I don´t know, just-”
“Oh my god,” His eyes widened, and he covered his mouth in shock. “It´s a booty call.”
“It´s that what people call it these days?” You ask, trying to sound nonchalant about the whole ordeal.
“Oh my god, so it is.”
“I guess?”
“Y/N, it´s been like 2 years. I know you´re hot and he´s a man but I think that conversation would be kind of weird. Were you planning on texting him a wanna come smash?” He questioned you as he sat up. “Do you even have his number?”
“No, I - I don´t know. I- Let´s change the subject.”
“Let´s absolutely not.”
“You´re being annoying.”
“Aren´t I always?”
“Yes, defin-”
“If you´re horny, why don´t you text that last guy you were going out with? He was hot too.”
“Ew, don´t use the word horny.”
“Would you prefer I call you needy?”
Maybe you would, yeah, very much.
“No, ew. Just stop talking all-together.”
“So, why don´t you text him?”
“You know I can´t really enjoy it much when I´m not like, close to the person.”
“So you thought of your ex,” he deadpanned.
“Yeah.”
“Has literally not even one of the guys you hooked up with gotten you off?”
“I mean, some of them did. But I don´t want to just get off, I-I- I don´t even know what I want, can we please chan-”
“You want to be treated like the little pillow princess you are, got it.”
Did he have to say it like that? Suddenly you felt the pulse between your legs raising its intensity. Oh god no, you were absolutely not getting turned on by Wooyoung´s crude choice of words.
Anyone but Wooyoung!
“Who says I´m a pillow princess? Am not!”
“Ah, please. You scream I´ll bring nothing to the table besides looking pretty.”
“Is that how I come off as?” You gasped at that, feeling deeply offended. “You´re full of shit.”
“Why are you even getting mad? There´s nothing wrong with that, I´m sure you´re really good at looking pretty under a guy.”
“Please stop picturing someone else fucking me?”
“Who says I´m picturing someone else?” He winked at you teasingly.
You literally, in your over 20 years of life on this earth, have never - not even once - thought you would actually choke over someone´s words. This was Wooyoung, you were used to his ways, c´mon!
“Yeah, let´s not do that.”
“Awn, pretty princess got flustered,” He cooed at you.
You knew he was just teasing you; you knew there was no real sexual intent behind his words because that was Wooyoung, he flirted and teased as naturally as he breathed - but they still got your thighs tensing and you hating yourself for it. Couldn´t you just take a joke for what it was?
“Although now that I´m thinking about it, I wouldn´t be surprised if you turned out to be a brat in bed. You´re already the biggest one normally.”
“Look who´s calling me a brat,” You rolled your eyes once again. It didn´t matter if he was right or wrong, Wooyoung had no right calling anyone that when he was the way he was.
At that, he presented you with the most attractive smile you think would ever exist in the world, a mixture between cunning, excitement and condescending, “You think I´m bratty?”
“Oh, I´m sure of it.”
“Maybe I´m just good at matching energies, you know?” He winked, teasing you further.
“Fuck off. I know San forced you on your knees more often than I´d like to imagine.”
“Because I allowed him to.”
You snorted, “Yeah. Sure thing, honey. Now let´s move along, please.”
Except that, your mind decided to in fact, consider his words. Wooyoung liked teasing and annoying people for his own entertainment, he whined at you every time he didn´t get things his way and he was always playfully flirting with everyone - and you meant literally everyone. Because of that, you had always just kind of assumed (but never spared it many thoughts, thank God) that your best friend was just someone who like to be dominated when in relationships, or sexual encounters for the matter.
But honestly, you could kind of see it differently after his comments. It was true he always had everyone wrapped around his fingers and somehow, he always managed to get things his way - Wasn´t that also some form of control? The lines were kind of blurred when it came to Jung Wooyoung, but that was kind of even more attractive to you.
“Oh my god, you´re thinking about it,” Wooyoung teased.
“You´re the one who started it!”
“You don´t have to stress your pretty little head over it,” He smiled, his finger finding it´s place under your chin to tip your face in his direction playfully. “I can show you.”
Oh, absolutely not.
Your eyes fluttered shut for a millisecond at his words, your guard crumbling surprisingly fast as you practically whimpered, “I know you´re joking but can we please not?”
“Why?”
Couldn´t he stop giving you that annoying freaking smile?
“Because I am kind of horny and I really don´t want to go there,” You practically growled.
Now he was the one who broke character, not expecting you to be actually affected by his jokes, before the teasing smile was back on his face in a heartbeat - but you saw it.
“Did I make you horny?” He teased.
“Of course not, I was already horny before. I´m just in a weird mood.”
It wasn´t necessarily a lie. If you weren´t already feeling some type of way since earlier, you would have never - and you really mean that - caught yourself thinking about Wooyoung´s stupid plump lips or if he could actually fuck you.
“So, you were thinking about getting dicked down while I was here innocently lying down on your lap? You´re dirty,” He snickered.
“It wasn´t weird until you made it weird,” You groaned in frustration. This is really not how you imagined your afternoon would go down.
“Want me to help you out?”
“Got any hot friends who are also not my friends?”
“I do,” He nodded with his head. “But I´m also right here.”
Your eyes almost flew out of your head. You always judged yourself as the only person immune to Wooyoung's weirdness, deeming that nothing the man did or say would ever surprise you since you basically were the same - but you now guessed the tests became harder as the years passed.
“I can´t really tell if you´re joking-“
“I am absolutely not.”
“Yeah, not going to happen.”
“Why?”
“Because!”
“I know you can use your big girl words.”
“Because as much as it pains me to admit it, we´re best friends. I guess?”
“Now you´re the one who´s making it weird. You´re hot, I´m hot. You´re horny, now I´m horny. What´s wrong with helping each other out?”
“What´s wrong is that I never really saw you like that!” You whined.
“But you´re seeing now.”
“Yeah, and I don´t like it!”
“Tell me,” He raised an eyebrow at you, a devilish glint on his eyes matching his smile once again.
“What?”
“What you imagined me doing to you.”
“Oh my god. Nothing!”
“Oh c´mon, I won´t think you´re in love with me or anything. I know we´re friends and I´m a man, if there is one thing I can understand is simple plain old horniness.”
“How is this so easy for you?”
“Oh, I already imagined fucking you many times. In many different ways, too,” Wooyoung stated so casually, like he was talking about his shopping list for when he went to the supermarket later. “You know that one time at Seonghwa´s pool when you were wearing that little orange bikini? I must have made up at least 4 different scenarios, just that day.”
“I feel kind of violated?”
You also felt the way something throbbed in between your legs at his words but he didn´t need to know that.
“As I said: I´m a man, Y/N. I love you and would never do anything to make you uncomfortable or fuck up our friendship, but there´s nothing wrong with fantasizing. It´s not like I actively decide to do it either, it just happens, I don´t know.”
“Do you just casually think about fucking all your friends?”
“No, only the hot ones. And it´s not something I keep thinking about all the time, I´m not a creep. Just once every blue moon hormone takes over or something. Also, you´re a fool if you think any of your other friends who are into women have never, not even once, thought about fucking you.”
“Yeah, I´d rather be a fool,” You rolled your eyes. “Also, San hasn´t!”
“San would quit his dream job in a heartbeat if I called him over for a threesome right now.”
“Yunho then! He would never -”
Wooyoung laughed at that, “Honey, I have something to tell you-“
“Please don´t.”
“Anyways, you´re not lacking options to help you out. All I´m saying is that I´m here and I´d be more than glad to be the one,” He had the audacity of winking at you. “Since you were already thinking about it.”
“I´m begging you to please drop it.”
“Only if you tell me what you were thinking about.”
“Oh my god! You know what? Let´s play your stupid fucking game, Jung Wooyoung. I´ll tell you if you tell me first.”
“So, you do know how to have fun,” Wooyoung gave you a big smile, his eyes disappearing in happiness as if you had just told him you got him a new car. “What do you want to know?”
“About the day at Seonghwa´s pool.”
“Fun. I will use your own words then: I was in a weird mood that day and then you just took your clothes off and looked so good in that bikini. You were sunbathing and at some point in the afternoon you went inside Hwa´s house to get something from the kitchen and my brain just kept flashing images in my head: what if I followed you into the empty house, pushed you against the nearest wall and fucked you, watching as you tried to keep quiet so the others wouldn´t hear from right outside? Your cheek red from rubbing against the wall, your -”
“That´s scenario number one.”
“You want all of them? Kinky.”
“I can just go-“
“Calm down, princess. See? I knew you were a brat.”
“Wooyo-“
“Later when I was sitting down on the sunbathing chair with you while you were helping me out with the sunscreen, I just noticed how my hand was so close I could just pull the bottom of your bikini to the side and just slip my fingers in, right there in the open, no one would even notice. I wondered if you were already going to be wet and how you would sound trying to keep your noises inside with me knuckles deep into you. I couldn´t imagine a better sight than you all pretty clenching around my fingers or how you would look trying to casually spread your legs for me without anyone suspecting. I even went as far as imagining us getting caught, can you picture Mingi noticing what a little slut you are and trying to watch without getting caught himself? Poor boy wouldn´t know what to do with himself, would just loose his mind at how hot you´d look. I wondered if you´d like that he was watching –“
“That´s scenario number two,” You interrupted before the skin where you dug your nails into could start bleeding from your efforts to ground yourself and not squirm like an animal in heat at Wooyoung´s words.
He was good, you had to give him that.
Wooyoung laughed at you and you wondered if he had any clue about what he was doing to you. Then you mentally slapped yourself because of course he did, he had eyes.
“When everyone went inside to make some drinks and start on dinner, you sat there on the edge of the pool and started kicking water at me. Remember that? I happened to notice the edge was just the perfect height for me to eat you out from the pool, and you even had your back to the door. We were all alone out there and even if someone came out, I would be hidden from their view in between your legs. I could picture my hands holding your thighs open and your back arching-”
“Yeah, ok. That´s enough. I´m going to go, humm, shower or something and you can just like leave-”
“Can I join?” He joked as you stood up.
“No.”
“Can I at least stay outside listening?”
“What? I´m not going to mastu- Wooyoung, I´m just taking a cold shower.”
“OK, go cool yourself off, princess. I´ll wait for you here,” He informed, unlocking his phone once again and showing you his screen where his game was loading.
“Yeah, ok. Suit yourself.”
“You really should let me listen as payback for getting me horny,” He screamed once you were already down the hallway.
“You got yourself horny,” You screamed back before shutting the bathroom door behind yourself.
You silently screamed against your hands as you let your body slide down the door.
What the hell just happened? How many lines did you just cross?
Why was Wooyoung suddenly so hot?
And so, a cold shower you took and thankfully, after you left the bathroom, no one talked about the subject for the rest of the night and just pretended that nothing had happened.
Except that now you were miserable and your mind echoed Wooyoung´s words every time you looked or thought about him. It was not optimal to be crossing your legs in the middle of class at university because you accidentally caught yourself staring at your friend´s veiny arms for half of the lecture.
★
“You´re still horny,” Wooyoung stated a few days later when you were literally getting ice cream after class.
“And I´m actually mortified that you noticed.”
“You´re being stubborn.”
“We´re not fucking, Wooyoung.”
“Dude, at this point I am genuinely feeling bad for you. We can ask Mingi or whoever, just please get some dick.”
“You´re being kind of sexist-”
“Y/N, you look constipated. I am worried for your sanity.”
“Just shut up before I stop talking to you.”
“I can use a blindfold or something if you´re worried about me seeing you naked-”
“You´d like that, wouldn´t you? Submissive bitch.”
“Don´t degrade me unless you mean it,” He winked at you.
“You are actually insufferable.”
“I´m just trying to help.”
“You can´t because you don´t understand that this isn´t just about getting some dick!”
“So what is this about? You tense every time my hands get near you -”
“Wooyoung, this is an ice cream parlor. There are kids around, just shut the fuck up.”
“So let´s go to my place.”
“I´m not getting inside any closed spaces with you unless there are more people around.”
“Kinky.”
“Oh my god, you know what I mean.”
“I know, just let me tease you. Ok, but seriously now, I think that in order for me to do my duties as a best friend, I need to understand what´s going on.”
“Since when do you care about your best friend duties? You once left me behind alone at a party to get fucked by Yeonjun or whatever you two-”
“Allegedly.”
“No, Wooyoung. Not allegedly, it was literally me that you dragged to a corner to inform you´d be going upstairs with Yeonjun-”
“No one knows what happened in that room.”
“Yeah, thank god.”
“Ok, whatever. Let me help you, tell me what´s going on inside that little messed up brain of yours.”
“Nop. I really would rather lock myself inside the industrial freezer in the back.”
“Yeah? Then I´m texting Mingi to go to your place and give you the fuck of your life tonight-”
“Wooyoung!”
“Y/N!”
“Just drop it.”
“No! Do you actually miss Mingyu? Or dating? Do you want a boyfriend? Is that it?”
“No,” You groaned, hitting your forehead against the table.
“So?”
“Just- I need alcohol if we´re going to talk about this.”
“Ok, let´s go to-”
“Wooyoung, it´s 2 in the afternoon.”
And so, he let it go for the moment, but the next time he saw a single drop of alcohol near you, he sat down next to you and crossed his hands like he meant business, a pointed look on his face.
★
“So?”
“This is literally my first shot.”
“Then take it.”
“Fine,” You begrudgingly complied, and you hadn´t even placed your glass back down before Wooyoung was already pouring you more. Figuring you weren´t going to escape this conversation, you downed your second shot and sighed in defeat.
“Now tell me why you aren´t getting your back blown out at this very moment.”
“It´s really weird talking about sex with you.”
“We talk about sex all the time.”
“Yeah, about other people, not about me, or about you suddenly being willing to fuck me- “
“Not suddenly.”
“Yeah, whatever. Pour me some more.”
“That´s what I like to hear,” He smirked at you, eyes glinting as he filled your glass up.
“Y/N looks miserable,” Mingi suddenly stated, dropping his body next to you on the couch coming from seemingly nowhere.
“Doesn´t she?” Wooyoung agreed, giving you a pointed look as you punched Mingi for the out-of-pocket comment.
“Where did you even come from?” You asked the tall man next to you, excited for a change of topic.
“The kitchen,” He absentmindedly answered you, hand busy filling up the glasses in front of you before handing you one. “Take a shot with me.”
And so you did, hissing at the burning sensation and taking deep breaths to not gag at the taste of tequila.
“OK, why does it look like your house burned down?” The man turned his attention back to you after smashing the empty glass on the little center table in front of you.
Damn it, Mingi.
You didn´t even have the time to begin forming any kind of excuses before Wooyoung answered for you in a heartbeat, “Little Y/N over here is horny.”
“Jung Wooyoung!” You gasped at his choice of words, thorn between hiding behind your hands, punching the man and apologizing to Mingi.
Mingi, in turn, was frozen in shock mid pouring himself another shot. And you meant that the man wasn´t even blinking, mouth open and hands stuck in the air holding the glass bottle which you took from him afraid he would break it.
“See what you´ve done?” You sighed to Wooyoung, elbowing his ribs as you tried waving your hand in front of Mingi´s face for a reaction.
“Wait, what?” Said man came back to life, his voice way higher than what you´re used to.
“You heard it, man. She hasn´t been fucked right in ages-”
“Wooyoung, you know what you said about wanting to keep up with your best friend´s duties?” You asked between gritted teeth, about ready to jump the man and rip all of his hair out. “This is really not it.”
“But you´re hot!” Mingi seemed confused.
“I told her that!” Wooyoung ignored you. “I even told her you´d volunteer to help her out-”
“I so would-”
“Shut the fuck up, you two! Wooyoung, I´m about a second away from blocking you on my phone and never seeing you again,” You were also as close to ripping your own hair out. “Yes I´m horny, the whole world doesn´t need to hear about it.”
Mingi noticed the crazy look behind your eyes and rubbed your back in comfort, he too knew what Wooyoung could do to people when he decided to be annoying.
“It´s ok, love. We´ve all been there,” Mingi assured you and his words did soothe you a bit.
“It´s just – You guys don´t get it. It´s not about just sex. I know I could literally fuck anyone at this party if I wanted to, I´m not dense. I guess I just miss dating but I don´t really want to date anyone at the moment?”
“So like a friends with benefits thing?” Wooyoung pressed.
“No, that´s just fucking with a fancy title. I mean like, I miss being touched and hugged and pampered and – I don´t know.”
“Every time I try to hug you, you freeze and glare at me!” Mingi pouted.
“I´m just not a touchy person!”
“I know! That´s why I´m not understanding what you want.”
“Just forget it-”
“I get it,” Wooyoung interrupted.
“Do you?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you sure?”
“You want a boyfriend without the obligations and feelings involved with a relationship. I was right, you´re needy.”
“Oh,” Apparently it made sense to Mingi too.
“Ok, and with that, I excuse myself,” You say, already standing up to go find someone else to hang out with because you were definitely not ready for the rest of that conversation.
★
“What are you doing here?” You asked in annoyance after opening the door to your place to a very content looking Wooyoung.
"I came to be your boyfriend-not-boyfriend,” He smiled proudly.
"We're not fucking, Wooyoung,” You managed to sigh and roll your eyes at the same time. "Which is exactly what I told you the other 50 times you suggested it."
"Who said anything about fucking? I'm just here to force the touch-deprivation out of you. Now move, I brought snacks," He said as if he hadn't already pushed you out of the way about midway through his sentence.
You sighed in defeat, accepting your peaceful quiet night was ruined - You hadn't even locked the door yet and Wooyoung was already sprawled on your couch organizing the snacks on your coffee table, making way more noise than necessary.
"At least you brought my favorite," You noticed, arms crossed as you stood up next to the couch.
"These are all your favorites," His eyes were even shining with the amount of pride he had for himself.
"Says who?"
"Says me."
"You called Seonghwa, didn't you?"
"Only about the chips."
"Knew it."
"It's not my fault you literally change your opinions every day."
"Welcome to girlhood."
"Now sit down and I'll put something on Netflix."
"Wooyoung, why-"
"Y/N, listen," It was his turn to sigh. "You helped me through a lot when everything happened with my grandpa and you were always there for me when shit went down, just let me help you this once however I can."
"Ok, got it. Enough with the sentimental talk," You quickly obeyed. You didn't like serious Wooyoung.
"Now, are we feeling Criminal Minds?" He asked once you were sitting next to him, remote in hand.
"Sounds great."
“Perfect,” Wooyoung agreed as he put on the show, quickly standing up to turn off the lights before sitting back down and opening his arms. “Come here.”
“Uh, I would rather not.”
“I don´t care, we´re doing this.”
“I don´t think forcing me to cuddle you will help much-”
“Do you want me to really force you? Because I can,” He raised his eyebrow at you, arms still hanging in the air.
“I´m pretty sure I´m stronger than you-”
“Oh my god, just shut up,” He groaned and rolled his eyes at the same time, bending his body forward so he could grab onto your waist and pull you against his chest.
Ok, yeah. He was definitely stronger than you.
“Can you not make it so difficult?” He asked once he noticed how stiff you were in between his legs. “Stretch your legs, relax.”
You decided against reminding him that he was in fact forcing you to do this and obeyed, he was just trying to help after all and maybe he did have a point: Some human touch might help calm your mind down. Also, the quicker you played along, the sooner it would be over. So, stretching your legs across the couch you did, letting your body relax against Wooyoung´s, who contently wrapped his arms around you as you both turned your attention towards the Tv.
Well, that lasted for about 10 minutes before you started feeling the heat of your friend´s skin radiating and everything started making sense: Being held by someone you loved really was comforting. Huh, who would have guessed?
You generally hated being touched by people but right now you kind of felt like a cat, wanting to rub your head on Wooyoung´s shirt and snuggle into his warmth.
“Can I play with your hair or will you bite my hand of?”
“You can try,” You answered, not wanting to admit he was right all along and that you would very much like more of whatever this was.
You could practically feel the roll of his eyes at your threatening tone as he pulled your head like you were just one big barbie doll, so your right cheek would be rested against his chest, turning your body to the side so now your right shoulder kind of met his chest instead of your back.
“Ouch, you could be gentler,” You complained, rubbing your forehead skin where his palm was planted seconds before.
“When you deserve it,” He grunted, eyes fixed on the Tv.
“That was not very let me help you of you.”
It was easy to tell he bit back his comeback, simply taking a deep calming breath and burying his fingers in the hair behind your neck, gently rubbing the area – Maybe you would purr. Judging you now had the upper hand, you decided to in return wrap your own arms around his wait so you could get comfortable and Wooyoung gave you a cocky victory smile.
Damn it.
The two of you went through the entire episode like that and you were so relaxed that when Wooyoung stood up to open the snacks and grab some wine, you didn´t even complain about how that was a bad idea, sharing some glasses while you watched the second and third episodes and he tossed you around into every cuddling position you never even knew existed, discussing who you though were the killers and all the little gossips of the week.
“You could create like a cuddling Kama Sutra,” You joked, kind of dizzy because of the drink – or because you had an incredibly attractive man holding you for the past 2 hours or so.
“Will you quit complaining about my touchy personality now?” He smiled.
“Nah, this was a one-time thing.”
“Are you at least feeling a bit better?” Wooyoung asked, adjusting himself on the couch to look at you since you were now sitting side to side after the last episode ended.
“Yes, actually.”
It was true, you were no longer feeling like you could rip your entire skin off if you went through another second of someone not touching you.
“I have one last move prepared,” He informed excitedly.
“We´re not fucki-”
“Oh my god, will you quit it with the fucking thing? If you keep bringing It up I might start thinking you´re interested-”
“What was the idea?” You quickly asked, trying to cut the flirting off before it could lead your brain somewhere you spent the entire night not wanting to go.
“Let me give you a massage.”
“Wow, you´re really invested in this helping me thing.”
“Contrary to your big mouth, I am a good friend. Sit down right here,” Wooyoung ordered, opening his legs and pointing to the space on the floor in between his feet. “Tonight I´ll take the neediness out of you the best I can since you refuse to go out and get some dick.”
You rolled your eyes and ignored his remark, sitting down where he showed you and waiting silently as he gently gathered your hair and moved it out of the way. You cursed at how your skin erupted in goosebumps as his fingertips brushed against the side of your neck, your breath suddenly caught in your chest.
You followed the realization that this was probably a horrible idea with another glass of wine, thankful he couldn't feel your heart beating fast.
Wooyoung worked his thumbs in circles, digging them between your scapulae and pressing them up until they reached your shoulders, which he squeezed in the perfect strength to get shivers running up your spine every minute as he repeated the motion over and over.
“How are you so good at this?” You whined, hating how your body was reaction to the touches.
“There´s really nothing I´m not good at.”
“Humbleness,” You offered.
“That was a cliché answer, you can do better than that.”
“I don´t care, just please never stop.”
“I get that a lot.”
“Do you really need to make everything sexual?”
“I´ve always been that way, it´s not my fault that now that you´re horny it´s bothering you.”
You hated when he put it like that, because yes.
And maybe the way he sometimes would squeeze your neck during the massage or just the fact that he was touching you, were getting you feeling some type of way you would rather he did not notice.
“If you were a girl, you´d understand,” You groaned. “Ovulation sucks.”
“You actually just gave yourself the perfect solution, why don´t you fuck a girl?”
´Cause what I really want is fucking you.
Oh, wow.
Where did that come from?
“Speaking of which, do you even know how to?” You ask, admittedly kind of shy of asking such question.
“Know how to what?”
“Like, have- you like- With women?” You try, motioning widely towards the couch with your hands as if it would help you get your point across so you wouldn´t have to say the words.
Wooyoung seemed to get it though, hands suddenly stopping on your back so you would look at him, “Y/N, you do know I have fucked women, right?”
“How would I? You never told me!” You whine.
“I thought it would be disrespectful?”
“But when you told me how much you loved choking on San´s dick it wasn´t?”
“Well, no-”
“Or when you literally shared about how you thought about your fingers inside of me?”
“You asked for it!”
“I don´t believe you,” You narrowed your eyes towards him. “There´s no way I wouldn´t have known.”
“Do you want like a list or something?”
“What? No! That would be disrespectful.”
“See?”
“Ok, no, wait. Just tell me this: Lauren?”
“Yes.”
“Wooyoung, nooooo!” You whined.
“What? She´s hot!” He was exasperated.
“Oh my god, everything makes so much sense now.”
“Wait, did you really think I was gay? We´ve know each other for years! I talk about women all the time!”
“Yeah, but I thought you talked about women like Kevin talks about Beyoncé! Like in a slayy pussy queennn way, not in a I´d want to fuck her way.”
“Would you like me to go around harassing women?”
“No, listen: I didn´t think you were gay, I just kind of never thought about it?”
"You though I was just joking around with you the other day and you still got all hot and bothered?" Would he quit teasing you? "Kinky."
“I thought you were playing and I didn't get any way!"
“Whatever you say, princess - Wait, why did you think Ali was always hanging around my neck all these months?”
“I just thought she was kind of crazy – Wait, did you fuck her that good? She wouldn´t leave us alone for a second, it was driving me insane."
“I just told you there´s nothing I´m not good at,” He winked at you with a cocky smile on his face.
You wanted to die.
“Wooyoung,” You warned.
“Awn, am I getting to you?” His tone was so sarcastic and condescending that a fire burned inside of you that you were afraid was never going out.
“It´s the wine,” You assured, more yourself than him.
“It´s always something.”
“See? That´s why I told you I didn´t want to be alone with you.”
“Afraid you´ll jump me?” He mocked. “I´m not scared.”
"Just shut up. If whatever you're saying is true, I just want you to know you have the worst taste in women ever."
"Well, considering I would love to taste you more than I would anyone else, I agree," He played with your words.
“Go wash the glasses,” You ordered, the skin under your cheeks burning.
“Yes, ma’am,” He answered with a laugh, immediately standing up and following along.
When you were alone in the living room, your face fell between your hands in despair.
You fucking hated Jung Wooyoung and his fucking giant noise.
★
Stupid fucking Jung Wooyoung.
Fucking hell.
Cursed be the day that man was born and cursed be the hospital and the doctors and the nurses and everyone in the world for all you cared.
Your entire body was filled with rage as you opened the stupid coffee maker to pour the water into the compartment – which you had of course forgotten to fill 10 minutes earlier and almost burnt the whole office down. How would you explain to your boss that you started a fire because your brain was simply too busy flashing images of you sitting on your stupid annoying best friend´s face for the past 4 hours?
It has been 2 days since the day at your place, 2 nights since you've gotten a decent night of sleep. "Why is that?" One would ask. Well, the answer would be that your useless brain decided to sabotage you, having you dream about your best friend over and over again – Which wouldn't be so bad if 90% of the dreams didn't consist of you ridding said best friend's face, waking up sweating and wanting to scream.
At this point you just wanted to break Wooyoung's nose with a punch, so you'd never have to think about it again. After almost ripping your hair out in front of your computer, you decided on texting Hoshi for Mingyu's number - That's how desperate you were to get stupid fucking Jung Wooyoung out of your head. At least your friend assured that your ex was indeed single now and still didn't hate you, which was enough for you.
Not really knowing how to tell your ex-boyfriend, after so much time has passed, that you just wanted him to throw you around, things weren't going as fast as planned and you couldn't keep avoiding Wooyoung forever – One, because he has no sense of boundaries and would just show up at your place if you ignored him and two, you really didn't want to have the conversation that would go down when he found out why you weren't around.
It'd been over a week since you last saw Wooyoung in person, you were still in the talking stages with Mingyu, dreaming about your friend every fucking night and staring at his picture on the chatting app for hours while wanting to die. Now, you kind of genuinely didn't care anymore, Mingi and Wooyoung were right, maybe this was just about getting some dick – and you would find out if one could die of horniness if you didn't get some soon.
It was Saturday night, Hongjoong decided to throw a small party at his place to celebrate his birthday and you figured alcohol was a good solution since stabbing a knife into your brain wasn't an option. You even invited Mingyu, hoping in person and after a few drinks you'd figure how to ask him to bend you over – The man said he would be pretty late because of previous scheduled commitments but that he would go. Your ex was an incredibly attractive man who knew his way around a lady, maybe you would see all your problems flying away after tonight.
Except that after your first cup and some chatting with Mingi and Seonghwa on Hongjoong's couch, Wooyoung decided to arrive.
You took one (1) - ONE, UNO - look at the man and grabbed your phone, shooting Mingyu a text: don´t come, party´s canceled.
“Bro, your hair looks sick!” Mingi shouted before your brain could even begin to process what you were seeing.
You were the one actually about to be sick.
“Decided to try something new,” Wooyoung smirked, jumping over the back of the couch to sit next to you.
You simply stared at him dumbfounded, glad he was too busy stealing the drink from your hands to notice your mouth wide open.
Jung Wooyoung just showed up to the party with the bottom part and the front strands of his hair dyed blonde and you weren´t sure what kind of look that even was but you felt like it genuinely changed your whole life. You were pretty sure you got goosebumps when you first looked at him, lucky you were sitting down with the way your legs got weak.
“What do you think about it?” He asked you after he was content with finishing what was left in your cup.
“I hate it.”
Well, you weren´t lying. Your nails were literally digging into the palm of your hands to try and get your head back in place - The new look made his skin look tanner, the mole under his eye darker, the shape of his nose -
The way he pushed his hair back, blonde strands surrounding his face -
No, nop.
No.
“Since I know you´re joking, I´m gonna go say hi to Hongjoong and grab us more drinks so we can get this party started.”
You let him go with absolutely no fight, eyes wide and glued to his form until he was out of your sight as Seonghwa led him to where the birthday boy was supposed to be.
“Are you ok?” Mingi asked, noticing the crazy look on your face.
“I need Wooyoung to fuck me.”
Your brain definitely was short-circuiting.
“Oh. Wow. Ok.”
“I´m being serious. And I´m not happy about it.”
“Hasn´t he been offering for like weeks now?”
“Yeah.”
“So just go and tell him.”
“That´s not how it works.”
“Oh my god, why do you have to be so complicated?”
“I need him to offer again so I can say no, then when he insists, I will give in and pretend I´m kind of thorn about it.”
“And why is that?”
“So he doesn´t know he won! And I don´t like being vulnerable or whatever.”
“I know we said you need some dick, but maybe you just need some therapy.”
“Yeah, that too, but what I really need right now is your help.”
“Sure,” Mingi shrugged. That´s what you liked about him, things were simple with him.
“I need him to think I´m horny.”
“You are horny.”
“Yeah, but I need him to see it so he will joke about helping me out again.”
“And how are you going to do that?”
“Well, I could stand here with a bitch face all night, but it´s Joong´s birthday so I don´t really want to be like that. I don´t really have any other ideas-”
“Touch me.”
“What?”
“Like, be touchy with me.”
“Oh, that could work.”
“That will definitely work.”
“You´re good,” You complimented.
“You should come to me for help more often.”
“Don´t push it.”
“Fine.”
“You´re invested, huh?”
“Move closer,” He ordered and you obeyed, sitting sideways on the couch so you were turned towards him, left knee touching his thigh. “Lean forward and put your hand on my thigh.”
Despite your body´s discontent, you did as told.
“And don´t flinch when I touch you,” He warned.
“I feel like a spy,” You joked.
“All this because you can´t tell a guy you want to fuck,” He rolled his eyes.
“C´mon, pretend you´re not enjoying this, I dare you.”
“Touché.”
When your friends came back with more people tagging along, the first thing you noticed was the way Wooyoung´s gaze traveled immediately to your hand on Mingi´s thighs.
Ok, yeah, this could definitely work.
“Here, princess,” He handed you your drink, which you grabbed with your free hand.
“Thanks Wooyo,” You smiled at the man before turning your attention back to Mingi, not missing the way your friend squeezed his eyes at you.
Thankfully, Wooyoung didn´t say anything about it, sitting down on the floor in front of the couch as a circle naturally formed in the living room so everyone could play something, and the first choice was the 007 game. You went along with the plan, hitting Mingi´s thigh instead of your own, touching his arm when you had to laugh, not going stiff when his hand met the skin almost at the hem of your skirt.
You know what? Mingi was actually really hot too, if this night didn´t end how you expected it to, you were so horny you were just about considering asking him to fuck you.
Whenever you looked in Wooyoung´s direction, you could practically see the engines turning in his head. It was just a matter of time now and you were already feeling shaky with excitement, which you weren´t exactly thrilled about – But then you looked at him again with that stupid hair and that stupid nose and that stupid half-unbuttoned shirt and decided that to hell with your morals and ethics.
Mingi apparently decided his role in the ploy wasn´t enough for him, since after an hour or so passed by and people started standing up to go after more drinks or socialize with other people, he waited for Wooyoung to approach before asking loud and clear, “So, any luck with the getting some dick thing?”
You were not exactly a good actress but you did know how to flirt, so not really knowing how else to react to the sudden improvisation, you smiled at him, “Why? Know someone interested?”
“Yeah, nice to meet you. I´m Song Mingi,” He half-joked, hand still heavy on your thigh. “Oh, Wooyoung. You´re here, didn´t see you there.”
He was good, you had to give him that.
“I can see why,” Wooyoung answered, eyes pointing at the contact between you two.
“Jealous?” Mingi asked his friend, his tone was humorous, but you could see the challenge in his eyes. Even though he was just playing, he couldn´t help being an egotistical Leo.
“I wouldn´t say jealous is the right word.”
“Did you know Y/N invited Mingyu over?” Mingi laughed.
Wooyoung raised an eyebrow at you, eyes dancing with amusement.
“I already uninvited him, asshole.”
“Is that why you´re all touchy today?” Mingi asked. Ok, you would have to buy him some ice cream after the phenomenal performance he was delivering. “Thought you would convince her to fuck someone, Woo.”
“Believe me, I tried,” He shrugged.
“Can we quit talking about me like I´m not here? Also, I´m not an animal in heat, stop being weird.”
Well, weren´t you?
Really?
“You sure seem like it,” Wooyoung completed.
“You look hornier than me, Wooyoung.”
“I´m not denying it,” He stated matter-of-factly.
“Oh shit, I forgot my phone with Yunho,” Mingi cursed, suddenly petting his pockets. He was so convincing you almost forgot he was helping you out. “Shit, shit, shit. I´ll be back later.”
With that he stood up and quickly marched out of the living room, Wooyoung lazily taking his place next to you on the couch.
“Were you really about to let Mingi fuck you?”
“Maybe?” You answer, and well, that wasn´t a lie either.
“Ouch, that kind of hurts my ego.”
“Mingi and I are just friends, now you and I are best friends. There´s a huge difference there.”
“So, you´re saying you´d fuck me if we weren´t best friends?” He joked. “Wow, thank you. I´m shy now. No need for all these compliments.”
You rolled your eyes, not sure what to say that would lead you towards what you wanted, choosing to just be normal and hope the night would eventually get you there.
“Why did you cancel on Mingyu?”
“Didn´t think he would throw me around today.”
“Someone´s getting bold.”
“Shut up.”
“I actually like frustrated Y/N, it´s hot.”
“Then stop bothering me to fuck someone and let me be frustrated in peace.”
“Well, that seems nice but I´m sure you´d look much hotter getting the frustration out.”
“Are we back to the “you imagining someone fucking me” thing?”
“I could correct you once again saying that I´m not imagining someone else, but since you´ve made it pretty clear that you´re not interested, I´m not going to.”
That was it, that was your moment.
“And what if I tell you maybe I am?”
He stopped to give you a knowing cocky smirk that made you immediately regret raising the white flag, “I know.”
“What? Ho- No -”
“Y/N, you wouldn´t stop staring at me like you wanted me to destroy you in front of everyone while Mingi literally had his hand on you.”
“That´s not -”
“Do I have to pretend I think you were squirming because of him and not me? I can play dumb if you´d like. I can even go call him back if you tell me you weren´t wishing it was my hand almost getting under your skirt instead of his. So, are you going to give in now or are we going to keep playing this game?”
“Wooyoung-”
“We´re best friends, I know. But I don´t see how you avoiding me because you get wet every time I´m around is doing our friendship any favors either.”
Ok, he did make a pretty good case even though you were already convinced like an hour ago.
“You´re right.”
“I know.”
“So?”
“I´m not fucking you at Hongjoong´s.”
You stared at him, completely dumbfounded – also not liking how the tables have turned one bit. Wooyoung in turn laughed and sent you another playful wink, “Trust me, you won´t want anyone around.”
“It took a lot from me to come to terms with this, so we´re either doing it tonight or we´re not doing it.”
“Oh, princess,” He gave you a condescending look that got you wanting to rip his hair out. “I find that hard to believe, but I appreciate the enthusiasm.”
“Wooyoung-”
“Y/n,” His voice was calm, hand finding its place on your thigh where Mingi´s was earlier, except this time the touch burned and got you fighting for your life not to squirm. “I said I´m not fucking you at Hongjoong´s, not that I´m not fucking you.”
“Then let´s go.”
“Now, that would be rude, wouldn´t it?”
“Why are being like this?” You whined, about a second away from actually hitting the cockiness out of him.
“You have this needy look in your eyes, like you´re ready to drop down and beg at any moment,” He smiled, his free hand gently tucking your hair behind your ear like he wasn´t talking about you on your knees. “It´s cute.”
“You know what will be cute? When I ask Mingi to fuck me instead.”
“If you can go to Hongjoong, in front of everyone, and tell him that we need to leave his birthday party right now because you can´t wait for me to fuck you, I´m good to go.”
“Have you always been this annoying?”
“Only when I know you´ll like it.”
“You know you were the one asking to fuck me for weeks, right?”
“I know.”
“You just know everything, don´t you?”
“See? You´re hot when you´re frustrated.”
“You think I´m sexually frustrated but now I´m actually just mad at you.” He simply smiled at you in return, and you rolled your eyes once you realized where you had dug your grave, “I forgot you have a degradation kink or whatever. Can´t even be angry at you in peace anymore.”
“If you´re really mad at me, we should fix that. I wouldn´t want my best friend to be angry at me.”
“I don´t think it´s possible to fix it considering being annoying it´s like your whole personality. Point proven.”
“Come say that closer,” He winked playfully, and you seriously would cringe at the number of times that man has winked at you if he wasn´t Wooyoung.
Ok, coming completely clean: You were also kind of annoyed at the way you were definitely getting wet at the banter between the two of you, like teasing each other wasn´t what your whole friendship has been about for years.
It also helped that Wooyoung´s hand was still on your thigh, veins sticking out and fingers filled with rings that you just couldn´t stop picturing against the skin on your neck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
It took a second to decide if you would actually listen to that one braincell fighting for its life inside your head or not, but in the end, you decided against it, quickly standing up so you could sit on Wooyoung´s lap and take him by surprise as you straddled his thighs, one of your knees on each side of legs.
Yeah, there was definitely something pulsing in between your legs. Fucking hell.
You moved too quicky for Wooyoung to process what was going on, so it really was amusing the way he violently jerked once you moved your head closer, lips almost brushing his ears as you whispered, “What do you want me to say?”
For a second you had almost forgotten it was Jung Wooyoung under you, but he was fast to remind you as one of his hands found its place on the side of your thigh and the other grabbed onto your waist, where his thumb brushed gentle circles against your exposed skin. He took advantage of the fact you were already bent down to say against your ear this time, “You never told me.”
“What?” You asked, creating some distance between you so you could look at the smirk on his face and because you didn´t quite like the way you got weak when you felt his breath against your skin so closely.
“The other day, we made a deal. You said you would tell me what you imagined me doing to you if I told you first, but you ran away after I completed my part. You owe me.”
Under regular circumstances you would have stood up and left right then and there, but the way his palms met the front part of your thighs and started rubbing them up and down, a bit higher each time, got you wanting to play his game to see where it would end.
“You´re right. That day was the first time I ever thought about you sexually, and you know what triggered it?”
“What?” He smiled at the way goosebumps erupted all over your skin under his touches.
“Your nose.”
“So you like my nose?”
“And your lips, but mostly your nose.”
"And what about my lips and nose?"
"Was just thinking about how good they'd feel under me," You look into his eyes, centimeters away from yours, thankful that Hongjoong had deemed the lights at some point of the night and now Wooyoung's face was illuminated only by a pink hue, coming from a fake sunset light your friend had bought on AliExpress.
"That's good, ‘cause I've never wanted someone to sit on my face so bad before."
“Careful,” You warned, inching your face closer to his, toying with the buttons on his shirt as your lips were almost brushing. “We still need to go back to being friends after we fuck and get this off our systems.”
"I’m sure we can manage," He smiled, inching closer himself so now your lips were indeed touching as he continued speaking. "I'm a good friend after all."
"Kiss me then, I dare you," You breathed out, shooting your last shot.
He laughed at that, "You know I never back down from a challenge."
But well, it worked.
Wooyoung made his words true, grabbing onto your waist with a firmness that you didn't know he had to pull you closer. With your chests now glued, his lips finally pressed against yours and you hated yourself for not being disappointed. You so wanted the man to be all bark and no bite, but the moment his tongue met yours you understood why that girl wouldn't leave him alone. You had indeed kissed many people before, but it had never felt like this - and also, you were right, his plush lips were definitely something to obsess over.
What didn't surprise you at all, was that like in everything else, Wooyoung was a tease. In some moments when you would deepen the kiss, he would pull back a bit and bite on your bottom lip just to laugh when you groaned in annoyance. When he felt you were getting frustrated at his little games, he would grab onto your hips and grind them against his – which well, definitely got your mind to stop thinking about how insufferable he was. Good thing you knew how to play too, hands finding the roots of his hair to pull harshly on it, almost passing out at the whine he let out.
"I love that you're wearing a skirt," He groaned out.
"Why is that?" You were so breathless you almost got embarrassed.
"I can feel how wet you are."
Fuck.
"You must be imagining things."
"Oh, am I?" The cunning smile he gave you along with those words should have prepared you.
It really shouldn't have surprised you when one of his hands left your ass and snaked its way in between your bodies. You leaned back a little to try and understand what was happening, giving Wooyoung all the access he needed to get his hand under your skirt and press the pad of his middle finger right on your clit over your panties.
"Told ya," He smirked in content at the way you gasped involuntarily.
"Wooyoung-"
"What? Weren't you the one who couldn't wait?" He teased, rubbing slow circles with his finger. "If you're already soaked like this, I can't even imagine what it would be like if I just pushed your panties to the side-"
"No-" You whined, thorn between just letting him do whatever he wanted or stopping him - since you were very much in the middle of your friend's living room and there were people around.
"Getting shy now?"
“Wooyoung.”
“That´s my name,” You could see in his eyes how much fun he was having teasing you.
“You want me to stop teasing or stop touching you?” He mocked with a smile on his face, finger still working on you as you fought with all your life to not squirm on his lap.
“You know what? If you want everyone to see, I can put on a show,” You sighed, accepting defeat.
You expected Wooyoung to smirk once again but was instead surprised when he stopped and retreated his hand, adjusting your skirt back in place. Your heart dropped at the sight, searching for answers in his eyes, but they were busy looking somewhere else: Mingi had gotten back. You could see the way the tall man was frozen at the entrance, eyes wide and hand once again stuck in the air – this time holding his wallet proudly.
You sent a glare at the intruder (as if there were not at least 10 other people in the room). The moment Mingi´s eyes caught yours, he jumped as if he had just woken up from a nap and he tried mouthing something like “sorry” and “oh shit” so you just rolled your eyes and motioned with your hand for him to move along, preferably far away. He seemed to get the message, almost tripping with how fast he spun on his heels and left.
“What? Weren´t you the one who wanted everyone to know?” You asked Wooyoung, tone pointy as you climbed off his lap. It was like someone had thrown a bucket of cold water over you. THIS WAS JUNG WOOYOUNG.
YOUR BEST FRIEND JUNG WOOYOUNG.
THE GUY WHO MADE YOU DRESS LIKE A CHEERLEADER TO GO TO HIS COLLEGE SOCCER GAMES AND CHEER FOR HIM, THE GUY WHO BURPED AND LAUGHED AT HIS OWN DISGUSTINESS, THE GUY WHO DID A CRISTIANO RONALDO IMPRESSION EVERYTIME HE WON SOMETHING, THE GUY YOU HAD TO ONCE RESCUE FROM A PIG FARM AFTER DRINKING WAY TOO MUCH!
“Yeah, but I guess my protective best friend side spoke louder,” He sighed too, fixing his pants. “Don´t be mad.”
“I´m not mad.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Yes, I´m mad. Ok? Cause now the magic is over or whatever and I realized you´re my best friend and we can´t fuck.”
He turned around on the couch to be able to look into your eyes, his searching. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, so he simply closed his eyes, sighed once again and stood up, offering his hand, “C´mon. Let me take you home.”
“So, Mingyu huh?” Wooyoung asked, one hand on the wheel and the other on the gear.
“Don´t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Ask about another man and pretend everything´s normal.”
“Well, I guessed that now that we can´t fuck we can go back to being normal best friends.”
You locked your jaw and crossed your arms. You were angry and you didn´t even know what for – But you expected Wooyoung to fix it, nonetheless.
“Use your words.”
“No.”
“Ok, then. Silent ride it is.”
You huffed; aware you were acting like a spoiled child, but you were just angry at the mess inside your head and that your friend was not able to read your mind and untangle everything so it made sense. Maybe you really were just spoiled and angry you didn´t get what you wanted when you wanted.
“Oh. I get it now.”
“What?” Wooyoung asked, eyes moving from the road for a second to look at you.
“When you call me a brat. I get it now.”
“I was searching my brain for plausible reasons for you to be all sulky, for you to admit you were mad just because I didn´t fuck you at the party?”
“Yeah? Not just that, but you know I don´t like when things don´t go my way, I just wanted everything to happen fast so I wouldn´t have time to think about it but then when I thought about it, I felt bad because I still wanted it to happen but I know it shouldn´t.”
“Y/N, it´s sex.”
“Don´t make me sound stupid.”
“I´m not, you´re just really overthinking this.”
“Yeah, that´s the whole point. And it´s all your fault, so you see why I´m mad now?”
“Yes. I´m the worst.”
“You are.”
“Not when I fuck you, thought.”
“The moment has passed, Wooyoung. The train has left the station. Deal with it.”
“If you say so. Are you opening the garage, or should I park outside?”
“I didn´t bring the tag – Wait, are you going up?”
“Street it is then.”
“Answer me, stupid.”
“Yes, I´m going up.”
“What for?”
“You said it yourself, if we´re best friends and nothing more is ever happening, there should be no problem with me sleeping over, right? We´ve done it thousands of times.”
“Yeah,” You squeezed your eyes at him. You knew what game he was playing, trying to prove you wrong – But you were also convinced you were more stubborn than him and that you would instead prove him wrong.
“Slumber party, fun!” He exclaimed, taking the key out and tapping your thigh before leaving his car.
“Since this was kind of last minute,” You heard Wooyoung´s voice approaching your room, “I didn´t really bring any clothes.”
And there he was, next to your bed in nothing but a towel around his hips, long messy hair slightly dripping down his torso and toothbrush in his mouth, looking all casual like you both knew he wasn´t doing this on purpose.
The fact that it was working only made you even more annoyed.
“You know where the drawer with your stuff is,” You groaned, pretending to look at your nails.
He looked way too smug as he turned to your closet, opening said drawer to pull out some sweatpants. You kind of expected (or is it hoped the right word?) that he would just unknot the towel and expose himself to try and seduce you, but he behaved and simply pulled the pants under the fabric before unwrapping it.
“Have you not heard about underwear?”
“Have you not heard that it´s healthier to sleep without it? You should hang out with me more, I can teach you a lot.”
“Yeah, I already see you enough, thanks.”
“Come dry my hair.”
“I think you´re perfectly capable of doing that yourself.”
“Yeah, but I like when you do it.”
You rolled your eyes and groaned, pushing the blanket out of you, “Fine.”
Wooyoung walked to the bathroom in front of you, surely having planned the way his back and arms looked from behind. You had seen him without a shirt hundreds of times already, why did you feel like you wanted to jump him now?!!?!?!? You figured you were over it after coming back to your senses but oh boy, were you wrong.
“Has San been dragging you to the gym?” You asked as he bent over to get the hair dryer from the bottom drawer. You figured making small talk and acting normally would keep your brain busy.
“Yeah. And you would know that if you opened the hundreds of snaps I send you every day.”
“I´m not 14, Wooyoung. Snapchat died in 2015, sorry to inform you,” You joked as you plugged the dryer he handed you. “Give me the towel.”
He did as told, sitting down on your toilet as you started drying the water excess from his hair. Doing your best so no part of your arm or leg would accidentally touch his skin since you could feel the heat emanating from it.
That was no way of living.
Once the towel was completely damp, you tossed it on the floor and grabbed a brush, ignoring how he closed his eyes in appreciation at the touch. You fucking hated him and the way your heart was beating fast for absolutely no reason.
Now untangled, you reached over to get the hair dryer once again but were stopped with a soft touch to the side of your leg.
You looked down at the man expecting an answer and he simply gave you a lazy smile, gently grabbing your wrist and pulling you in between his legs, “Come here. Let me look at you while you do it.”
Well, you let him pull you along because there was nothing really sexual about it, Wooyoung was just a touchy person and he looked like he was about to fall asleep anyways.
You turned on the dryer and used your fingers to move his hair around so the heat would get to his roots, feeling the skin of your face heat up at the way he hummed in content. Wooyoung had a lot of hair, and not just that, but he had a lot of thick hair, so you were already aware you would spend a long time in there, appreciating the silence and the fact he was pretty much out of it so you could let your guard down.
WHICH IS EXACTLY WHY you jumped in surprise when both of his hands found their way to the side of your thighs, just very softly rubbing them up and down as you dried his strands, goosebumps erupting all over your body at the delicate touch.
Once again, just sleepy touchy Wooyoung.
Nothing new, nothing to fuss over.
Except YOU WERE FUSSING OVER IT BECAUSE ONCE AGAIN YOU FELT A PULSE WHERE YOU DIDN´T WANT TO FEEL A PULSE.
This whole situation was just so domestic and nice that it scratched a very specific part of your brain that got you wanting to live in that moment forever – except maybe not with your best FRIEND.
“I like when you touch me,” His raw voice came out softly. “You don´t do it a lot, so I have to enjoy every chance I get.”
You didn´t have an answer to that, the only thing you could think to say was “stop” but how could he stop when he wasn´t even doing anything to begin with? This time it was not his fault that your mind was in the gutter.
“You have enough people touching you already,” You managed to string a few words.
“Yeah, but it feels nicer when it´s you,” He opened his eyes, you could see the sincerity in them and you felt bad that you kind of just wanted to punch him and run away.
You were also surprised by the sudden unexpected eye contact, which explains why you accidentally pulled one of his strands a bit harshly. WHAT WASN´T EXPLAINED THOUGH, WAS THE LOW MOAN HE LET OUT AND THE WAY HIS EYES CLOSED AS HIS MOUTH PARTED. OR THE WAY YOURS HUNG OPEN TOO AT THE SOUND OR THE WAY YOU COULDN´T STOP STARING AT THE STUPID MOLE ON HIS LIP.
It was a moment of insanity, a few seconds when your soul was out of your body; when you tentatively pulled on his hair again, feeling his nails digging into the skin of your thighs and his breathing getting heavier, yours matching.
“If you really don´t want us to fuck then you´re just being cruel right now,” He breathed out, eyes still closed as his forehead met your abdomen.
“I don´t?”
“Is that a question?”
“No. I don´t. I think your hair is dry.”
“It´s definitely not,” He argued, raising his head once again. “C´mon, finish it. No funny business, I promise.”
You wanted to tell him it´s not him you were worried about, it’s the way your own body was betraying you that bothered you, but you took a deep breath and continued with the work, doing your best to ignore his eyes on you or how his hands were once again toying with your thighs or how his thighs were touching your legs or how he was centimeters away from you.
Yeah, a lot of things to ignore.
Was your bathroom always this small?
“You smell nice.”
“I shower once in a while,” You agreed. “And you said no funny business.”
“I´m complimenting you, how is that sexual?”
“It´s not,” You agreed.
He smirked at you because he too was well aware of the tension, if the way his sweatpants were suddenly tight were anything to go by. Thankfully he didn´t answer because you don´t think you could continue to ignore it if he mentioned he was getting hard just by you drying his hair.
Eventually, after what felt like days, you finally turned off the dryer and prayed he would agree to your suggestion, “You´re done. Wanna sleep?”
“Nop, this is a slumber party.”
“What? You want to have a pillow fight now or do facemasks and gossip?” You rolled your eyes.
“Although the first option sounds fun, I was thinking we can watch something until we fall asleep.”
Watch something.
Until you fell asleep.
In your bed.
Sure, what could go wrong?
“What are you doing?” Wooyoung asked amusedly.
“Building a barrier between our sides of the bed.”
He laughed loudly at that, crawling into the bed too and taking the pillows from where you were organizing them, “Wooyoung!”
“Shut up, you enjoyed cuddling once and you will enjoy it again.”
“Absolutely not.”
“What? Afraid you won´t be able to resist me? I thought we were just friends,” He teased.
“Very funny-“
“Because if you´re interested we can just skip the foreplay and go straight to –“
“What do you want to watch?”
You ignored his low chuckle, giving up on fighting for the pillows and getting comfortable on your bed so you could turn on the TV.
“Community?”
“Great,” You agreed between gritted teeth, opening the Netflix app and putting on the show from where you two had stopped it as Wooyoung fluffed the pillows behind his back next to you.
This time he didn´t even ask before pulling you in between his legs, your back against his chest. You didn´t even fight it because honestly, what for? You simply groaned as you felt him searching for the light switch on the wall over your bed.
“Don´t pretend you don´t enjoy it, I´ve got you all figured out now.”
“Yeah yeah, believe what you want to.”
“Shut up, I´m trying to watch the show.”
You huffed, rolled your eyes and crossed your arms all at the same time. You knew it wasn´t at him you were annoyed – although he was sure making a great job at feeding into it.
You also immediately regretted wearing shorts as the palms of his hands splayed over your thighs.
“It´s too hot,” You complained, hoping he would let you go.
Wooyoung simply stretched out one of his hands and grabbed the AC remote, turning it on before tossing it away and returning his palm to your thigh. His silence told you he was focused on the show and you truly wish you could say the same about yourself, but instead, your eyes were glued to the sight in front of you like it was a car wreck, not being able to look away no matter how much your brain ordered you to. Your knees were bent, your thighs almost touching your chest, so his hands were just right there in your line of sight, all veiny and calloused.
The harder you tried to stir your mind away and pay attention to the TV, the more your brain looked like a Wattpad fanfic written by a 40-year-old who just got divorced and discovered sex wasn't just missionary. The conversation you had with Wooyoung about how the girls he fucked became literally obsessed with him kept flashing into your head and you were legitimately about to bite onto your fist and scream for 7 whole minutes.
Your mental breakdown however was interrupted by the man behind you, who with no words started tracing his fingers – seemingly – unpresumptuously over your skin. You ignored it because you had no energy to fight it and as long as it stayed PG-rated it would be fine.
The soft touches plus the very cold wind from the AC hitting you got goosebumps to erupt up your skin and you just felt how your nipples were suddenly sensitive against the fabric of your shirt and Wooyoung´s hand were just there, mere centimeters away and oh, you so desperately wanted him to touch them. In fact, you wanted it so badly you were fighting for your life to keep the uncomfortable squirming to a minimum.
Thankfully, Wooyoung didn´t notice it – deep down you knew he was just pretending not to for your sake, but if he could, so would you.
“Who do you think is hotter, Annie or Britta?” His voice suddenly, almost against your ear, shocked you. “Oh, jumpy, are we?”
“Shut up, I was just startled.”
“So?”
“Britta.”
“Same.”
He went quiet once again, except now, when you thought his mind was once again focused on the show, his hands started getting braver. They escalated from just his fingers drawing shapes on the patch above your knees to suddenly coming down to the sensitive skin between your thighs. You jerked involuntarily even though he only traced his fingers about halfway down your legs. Wooyoung once again pretended to not notice your reaction and you pretended to not notice he was touching you.
His fingers gently brushing the sides of your thighs all the way to your knees before you could feel the tip of his middle finger slowly grazing your skin down the inside of your thighs, lower and lower each time he came down. At this point your heart was beating so fast it was almost coming out of your throat, your breathing labored and sweat building up on your forehead even though the room was freezing cold.
“She´s kind of annoying, though.”
“Who?” You breathed out, honestly not even knowing your name anymore.
“Britta.”
“Oh, yeah.”
Silence once again.
Attention back to the show.
You had to control your whine of disappointment when he retreated his hands.
Ok, you took the chance to breathe, count to 10 and give yourself a pep talk. You could do this. You would not fuck your best friend. If not because of your morals and because of your friendship, because fucking him would mean he won, and you would never give Wooyoung the satisfaction.
Ok, you could do this.
You could definitely do this.
Wooyoung gently gathered your hair and pushed it over your right shoulder, the familiar goosebumps showing up once again at the way the tip of his fingers brushed against the skin of your neck.
Yeah, you could not do this.
The sound that came out of your mouth when his wet lips met the juncture between your neck and shoulder could only be described as a pinscher finding out it could bark. You were in fact shaking as much as those annoying tiny dogs are known for.
You froze, not being able to react when you felt him sucking on your skin or when his tongue tried to soothe the pain his teeth left behind. Your core was clenching so hard it hurt.
“Wooyoung,” Your voice came out as half plead half warning.
“Hm?” He hummed against a different spot on your neck, and it made it a thousand times worse.
“We shouldn´t-”
“Just tell me to stop and I will.”
Except you couldn´t. Not when he found your sweet spot and grazed his teeth against it before gently sucking on it. This time you allowed yourself to squirm and you felt it at the same time you heard it; Wooyoung groaned as you accidentally pressed against him and figured out you were not the only one going insane. His dick was hard and now very much pulsing against your ass and lower back.
Both of you realized you never told him to stop and you were fighting so hard to gain control of your body back as he kissed the vein on your neck - but it was all lost when his hands snaked around your torso and grabbed your boobs. You whimpered, shamefully, squeezing your legs together to try and relieve some of the throbbing.
His kisses grew harsher, as he sucked one spot hard enough to leave a mark, the pad of his middle fingers toyed with your nipples and you simply couldn't pretend you didn´t want this to happen anymore, not with the way you could literally start dripping onto your bed any moment now.
A gasp left your lips when his right hand grabbed onto your thigh and pulled your legs open. You felt his dick twitching when he saw the wet patch in the middle of your shorts.
“Oh, princess,” He sighed, pressing against the stain in pure admiration.
“Wooyoung-”
“Tell me to stop.”
He gave you no time to consider his words, pulling the bottom of your shorts and panties to the side and rubbing his middle finger down your slit to wet it. You carved your nails onto his thighs in return, doing your best to stay grounded. It didn´t even take a minute for you to understand why the prior girls who slept with Wooyoung became obsessed with him, you weren´t really doing anything yet and the second the pad of his finger found your clit while his other hand gently pressed down onto your lower stomach everything became even clearer. You threw your head back on his shoulder in pleasure as he rubbed figure eights against your clit.
Yeah, you agreed to pretend nothing happened starting tomorrow, but you figured you would never be able to forget the sound of your best friend´s deep moan against your ear when he felt you around his finger for the first time.
“Glad to see I´m not the only one going crazy,” He groaned against your ear - and when did his voice get so raspy?
You whined once again, not really knowing what else to do when you were practically on the edge from a minute or two of stimulation.
“Tell me to stop.”
“Wooyoung-”
“I love when you say my name.”
Were you about to cry?
At this point, you just wanted him to ignore you and throw you around and do whatever he wanted, but you knew he wouldn´t until you said so, and you were definitely not doing that. Although with every second that passed with his finger on you, that definitely was turning more into a probably.
“I never told you.”
“Wha- What?”
“From all the ways I imagined this happening, I never told you my favorite.”
“What is it?”
“It´s the one where we´re in a sleepover and you´re so desperate that you can´t even go to the bathroom, so you just very quietly put your hands inside your shorts and touch yourself right next to me thinking that I´m asleep. And I pretend I am, but I can hear the small whimpers you try to hold back, I can feel the slight shake of the bed and I can hear how wet you are so clearly. Sometimes, I even imagine you would decide to use me, not even try to wake me up, just sit on my face and ride it until I pretend to wake up and finally eat you out until you´re crying and shaking.”
When you literally had to hold yourself back from finishing at his words, you grabbed his hand and turned around on your knees, smashing your lips with no fanciness against his. He was quick to grab your ass and direct you to sit on top of his legs, your thighs on either side of his in the familiar position as your tongues met and you pulled the hairs on the back of his neck with all the frustration you had inside you.
“We´re not fucking,” You informed in between labored breaths.
“We don´t have to fuck, I just need you to sit on my face.”
You never whined so loudly in your life before.
That was the one single thing you have been dreaming about hearing for weeks now and you were so happy you could practically cry, in fact, you almost came right there without even being touched.
I´ll be posting part 2 this week because this was already too long and crashing my terrible terrible computer <3
I´ll be proof reading this some other day sorry for any mistakes I´m just a dyslexic girl with adhd and no english lessons ever
If there’s anything in life that Mark wants, it’s to fuck. All day, every day, it’s on his mind. He fantasizes constantly, watches porn every free chance he gets, and ultimately has grown bored of his own hand to satiate his need.
or the one where mark is very inexperienced, incredibly perverted, and borderline addicted to sex but cannot, for the life of him, land a girl.
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WORDCOUNT― 13.8K
PAIRING― mark lee x afab reader
CONTENT― smut, inexperienced but pervy and dominant mark, he kind of has an addiction to jerking off, im not joking like he has a boner every twenty minutes it’s probably a medical issue but, reader is really sex positive and lets mark go absolutely insane on her
NOTE― not proof read// will come back and maybe try to do that…anyway. im back in the game bitches, someone tell mark [DO NOT]!! disclaimer: this is straight up just porn. it had a plot at one point but i deleted all of it and wrote this instead. additionally: this is also posted on my other blog [@simpjaes] for jake so.........hahaha
smut tags under cut::
smut tags― mark isn’t submissive– just a loser, loads of masturbation, also loads of loads lmfao, mark’s dick is 8 inches in this one, public humiliation, dirty talk, teasing, pussy eating / face sitting, mentions of free use, unprotected sex, wayyyy way too much cum, raw grinding, attempts at deep throat, accidental face fucking, finger fucking, suffocation, riding, squirting, implications to the fact that orgasms are not the end of the fic bc they just keep going, some say they’re still fucking to this day.
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“Feels so good! Harder! Fuck m-”
Mark slams his laptop shut in an exasperated sigh. Frustrated, annoyed, fucking horny.
Always horny. To the point that nothing excites him anymore. Not his hard-on being palmed at by his own hand, not the make-shift pocket pussy he’s made out of household objects, not the porn on page one or on page seventy-three.
Honestly, even as hard as he is now, it’s arguable that he could just start punching his cock and he’d still remain in this state until something changes. And you know what sucks more than not being able to get off? Being hard so constantly that it’s just a state of living at this point.
It’s sad. He could be washing caked ketchup off of a plate and his cock would still lend a little jump. A reminder that his hand is no longer enough. A fucking threat that if he doesn’t sink into a pretty hole soon, he might as well just kill himself.
The idea doesn’t seem too bad anymore, as he lays flat on his back with his cock in hand on his messy sheets. He stares up at the ceiling with another long-winded groan, wondering why he has to have such an insatiable libido and probably twice as much stamina. If he could just get off he’d have at least a little bit of time in his day to feel normal before it takes hold of his brain again.
It’s the fact that he’s grown entirely numb to his own hand and feels like he’s going crazy because he hasn’t been able to hook-up with anyone in nearly a year. Porn is boring, he swears he’s seen just about all of the good, bad, and bizarre. Post nut clarity barely exists because there is no clarity by the time he finally gets that hard-to-reach nut. Bad luck, maybe. Awful fucking miserable luck? That’s more fitting.
For the sake of the girls in this city, perhaps it’s good that he can’t manage to land a hook-up. Surely they’d be unable to walk by the time he gets his fill, that is if he manages to get a fill at all. And it’s gotten to the point that Mark has almost entirely given up on finding a girl at all. One that’s willing to put up with his near-constant need to get his dick wet, anyway.
Almost given up.
A thought crosses his mind as he lazily palms himself with a bored sigh, knowing he’ll end up locked up in an asylum somewhere if this doesn’t stop. The voice of Johnny in his head doing little to make his cock soften, which is…not something Mark is proud to admit.
“Dude, you gotta put a stop to this shit. This is your third laptop this year!” Johnny had said to him. “It’s only June!”
Maybe Johnny was right, and maybe Mark should have downloaded the new app that was mentioned shortly after the scolding rather than immediately going to another, even more, shady porn site. “Heard this one was really good.” Johnny had advertised. “Even got Jisung laid.”
Well, maybe it wouldn't hurt to try another app despite the immense amount of failure Mark has already faced regarding previous attempts with other platforms. After all, if it got Jisung laid, surely it could get him laid too.
Maybe this one really is better.
And at the end of the day, Mark does download the app. After all, creating a profile is easy, finding a girl though?
We’ll see.
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
Ah. Okay. Nice.
Mark stays glued to his phone all night. He really had no hope that this app would offer him anything more than what the others did. But, oh.
The app allows specific features, most of which are not aimed towards users looking for a relationship. Dick and body sizes are out in the open, there’s sections you can fill out regarding what you’re looking for in a sexual partner, how often you’re willing to see said partner, and if you’re looking for a regular fuck or a one time fuck.
Safe to say, Mark’s profile went a little something like this:
you can call me mark, im 24. just looking for a girl either for regular visits or a one night stand that’s willing to deal with a guy who literally suffers from chronic-boner syndrome.
LOOKING FOR: Female
PREFERENCE: One Time Only, Occasional Meetups, On-call, Regular meetups, Permanent Friends-With-Benefits, Secret Meet, Virtual Meet, Audio Meet, Rebound C…[Click to see more]
PARTNER REQUIREMENTS: N/A
SIZE REFERENCE: 8 ½” hard, 4” soft, 5.6” circumference
SEXUAL INTERESTS: Vanilla, Free Use, BDSM, Begging, Breeding, Dom/Sub, Dominatrix, CBT, Role Play, Public Humiliation, Edging, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Phone Sex, Virtual Sex, Group Sex, Humiliation, Cock Play, Cum Dump, Religion, Raw, Multiple Orgasms, Androgyny, Genital Piercings, Older Women, Body Art, Wax, Anal, Financial Domina...[Click to see more]
NOT INTERESTED IN: Cuckolding, Voyeurism
OTHER: im not very experienced in most of these, i just watch a lot of porn
Embarrassing? Yeah, probably.
Looks like a lot of women are into that though if his inbox is anything to go by, anyway. With him checking the app every few minutes to find ten new messages? Yeah, they’re feeling him.
He can only imagine what the fuck Jisung had on his profile to actually land a hook-up. Couldn’t have been any worse than his own, after all, Mark is desperate and so was Jisung at one point.
Apparently girls like desperate guys.
Message after message, degrading comments and praise, all from either women clad in leather or sweet looking church girls who must have the app hidden deep within their phones. There’s barely anyone in between those two categories, actually.
“Hi baby boy, you looking for a sugar mama?”
“ur dick really that big? lol, what do you even mean by ‘chronic boner syndrome’?”
“you’re so desperate to get laid, might as well just doxx yourself at this point…please.”
Arguably, these women are very forward and he has a great time sifting through the ones he’s interested in. Scrolling through all of these messages….does not help his case regarding his insatiable need to fuck something either so, naturally, he’s also 100% jerking off the entire time he’s doing this.
Still, never quite able to reach the orgasm he needs by this point.
Up until there’s a message that catches his attention. No degrading, no insults, no borderline-too-kinky insinuations. Which, given, Mark probably shouldn’t have selected the majority of the kinks just to pull more girls, but he did.
And upon reading the message, he almost doesn’t know if this girl is real.
“High libido, no girls around to help you out, I take it? Rough.”
One look at her profile spikes even more interest. Her sexual interests include a list of things he wishes he didn’t fit. But he does, though he’d never admit it. Inexperienced men, losers, virgins, micro-penis, big penis, praise (receiving), body worship–
Oh.
Fuck yeah.
He responds quickly, already feeling the orgasm within him bubble up as he tries to pretend he doesn’t go on a war path of responding to everyone after you, but still. Your message box with him remains in his mind as he awaits the response to his message of “you looking to help me out?”
Every ping on his phone afterwards makes his cock twitch more, makes it dribble out little beads of pre-cum with each pass of his palm, only for him to sigh out of frustration that it’s just another person that wants to devour him whole. Which, he’ll take what he can get if his first choice never responds but still. He wants to get off to you.
He finds himself on your profile more often than anyone else’s too, looking at the same three photos you’ve posted, noting how you don’t seem super active on the app, but active enough to find him by some beautiful grace of God.
You’re kind of perfect, honestly. Fairly mundane compared to most of the women in his inbox, but cool nonetheless. He can tell you have an eye for fashion but it seems to be more geared towards your real life self rather than the secret fetish/kink app you’ve got downloaded.
And that’s the thing. Most of these women, beautiful or not, are dressed in their best sexual attire just to message a possible fuck, while during their daily lives they probably wear conservative dresses and pant suits. Which….arguably that’s kind of hot. Then again, what isn’t hot to him these days?
You though. You have normal pictures posted just like he does. Your tits aren’t out, your legs aren’t open, you don’t have a pile of sex toys behind or beside you and yet still your pictures turn him on more than those who do. Insane how his cock twitches at just these three photos, fucking insane how he grows a near instant obsessed thinking about how you…uh, deal with the losers you seem to be looking for.
Then again, maybe it’s the mystery of what’s under your clothes, or what’s in your stash of sex toys. Oh, whatever you’re hiding has got be so fucking hot. Naturally, he groans at the amount of sexuality you barely give. Thinking far, far too hard about it all, given the circumstances.
Don’t get him wrong, he can get down with the hoes. In fact, he very much wants to get down with a hoe. But man, the way you stand out because you’re somehow….boring compared to everyone else?
Please.
Fucking pretty please, let him in between those thighs.
And just as he scrolls again through your photos, that long-awaited orgasm hits him like a brick.
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
A mere two days later you find yourself in the inbox with the self-proclaimed boner-god. He’s since proven his size with photos involving different objects beside said penis, and even a video or two of his frantic hands jerking off to you.
Ah, he’s kind of perfect if you think about it. At first you thought that it was just roleplay for him or something. Where he plays a guy who can’t get enough, though he clearly probably does. It wasn’t until you were woken up at four in the morning with him spamming your inbox that you suddenly realized this dude is actually as desperate as he seems.
Normally, being spammed awake by your phone pinging consistently would bother you. But goddamn was he needing it. Just three hours before now it was mostly casual conversation with him, albeit about hooking-up, but still. The two of you agreed to determine on the following day if you were compatible enough for a meet up. He said goodnight to you, and you said it back.
Then you woke up to three dick pics, one voice note with a borderline pathetic apology (only because you could still hear him going at it), and then like fourteen messages of him trying to wake you up intentionally.
MARK_99 sent you a message: You awake?
Dick pic #1.
MARK_99 sent you a message: You’re so pretty, sorry lol
Dick pic #2
MARK_99 sent you a message: Wake uppppppppppp!
MARK_99 sent you a message: Please? :(
Dick pic #3, precum smeared across his fingers as he grips it.
MARK_99 sent you a message: Do you already have me silenced?
MARK_99 sent you a message: I’d let you silence me hahaha….
MARK_99 sent you a voice memo: “Sorry about all this, I really meant it when I said I have a problem. You should probably just block me because I’m going to end up begging to see you otherwise”
Oh, he sounds like a fucking loser, love that..
MARK_99 sent you a message: your profile says you like inexperience…..well i’ve only slept with like 3 girls, is that inexperienced enough?
MARK_99 sent you a message: do you like to tease guys like that? like edge them and stuff?
MARK_99 sent you a message: oh damn, that’d be so hot
MARK_99 sent you a message: do you like it when guys beg btw?
Etcetera.
And, well, apparently he just has a lot to say. It’s cute how embarrassed he must feel basically getting himself off with a one-sided sext session with you as you were sleeping. At least, you hope he’s embarrassed.
You let his messages simmer for a while, waiting to see if he sends anything else. And when he doesn’t, you respond.
YOURUSERNAME: that was cute.
It’s the way he’s instantly trying to respond that really gets you going. You chuckle first, knowing already that you’d probably help him out based on this situation alone.
YOURUSERNAME: trying to wake me up because you can’t stop touching yourself? :( poor baby.
MARK_99: oh god please don’t say that
MARK_99: im gonna end up awake all night trying to get it to go down again
YOURUSERNAME: that’s good to hear. so you can go for a long time then?
Yes, you’re teasing him.
MARK_99: if you’d let me
YOURUSERNAME: you already got off tonight tho, didn’t you?
MARK_99: i don’t think you understand just how bad it is. i’m already getting my dick out again
You lend yourself a sly chuckle after a deep yawn, knowing for a fact that you’re about to make him prove to you that he’s either still hard or really did get off only to get hard again by a mere few messages from you.
YOURUSERNAME: show me?
And he does. Similar to the other three photos, only this time he sends a short video with his shorts pushed down his thighs and his cock raging hard and pathetic against his stomach. Again, he’s big, that much is true, but the fact that such a dick is always ready to fuck? To the point he’s desperate? To the point he’s embarrassing about it?
YOURUSERNAME: how bad do you wanna bury that in me?
Oh, shit. Mark could fucking die right now. You seem so willing, which is truly what he needs at this point in his sexual sickness.
MARK_99: i’ll come over right now.
MARK_99: let me come over and show you
YOURUSERNAME: let’s wait a bit for that, gotta meet officially before I let you fuck me
And you do intend to make him wait, knowing for a fact that you’re not meeting this guy tonight. There’s too much danger in that. Given how desperate he actually is, you can argue that if you changed your mind upon meeting, he very well may not care. Which, that’s something you need to worry about with any person you meet on such an app, but still.
Public meeting first.
Always.
MARK_99: right, right, that makes sense.
MARK_99: so can i see your pussy then
You stifle a laugh as if the man can hear you, he’d probably like that though. But yeah, no. As much as you know he’d enjoy that, it’s best to let him experience it for the first time in real life if all of this goes well. So, you settle with tits.
Meaning, he has to settle with them too.
And the photo is all but enough for Mark. The ping of his phone was far too exciting with the flash of the image sinking into his eyes. Sure, he wanted to see your hole open for him, he wanted to see your pretty hands spreading your lips for the picture, he wanted to see what he might get to fuck into someday– but…
This is good enough for him, honestly. Seeing your tits alone is hot enough, but it’s the fact that you only barely let him see. The plush skin of your lower breasts are peeking from under the shirt you're wearing, one nipple barely out, the other completely hidden.
He moans out at it, holding his cock tight and painfully as he glares into the screen of his phone. God, he can almost taste it.
MARK_99: thats so hot…but….
MARK_99: pussy….
MARK_99: please show me your pussy
Another chuckle at how desperate he really is. You lower your phone just a bit, not at all intending to show him all of it but you do lend a panty shot with your legs spread. He’ll live with it, he doesn’t have a choice.
And he does live with it because he cums almost instantly upon seeing just your thighs open. He wouldn’t have been able to hit climax so quickly had you already had this photo posted for all to see. It’s the fact that you sent it to him in the dms. It’s the fact that you presumably just took it for him. It’s the fact that he can almost see the outline of your folds, and the lines of your pussy that deserves to fucked open.
When he doesn’t respond immediately, you know it was enough for him. Already you’re preparing to roll back over and get some more sleep, but your phone dings again.
MARK_99: tht was hot lol….um
MARK_99: can u come to the mall tomorrow? i work at [redacted store name], u can come see that im actually very normal if u want
You stop for a second through another yawn, thinking long and hard about it. You shrug to yourself because tomorrow is a saturday and there’s plenty of public spaces to meet him in. And despite how fun it could be to tease him for weeks on end before officially meeting him, you, yourself, have been in a dry-spell lately.
And he fits your interests perfectly. In other words, yeah, you could fuck.
YOURUSERNAME: you sure you’re not gonna take me in the back and fuck me on the spot?
MARK_99: ….would u want me to?
YOURUSERNAME: no, i wanna bring you home if i think you could make me feel good
MARK_99: hahah damn
MARK_99: so you’ll come see me?
YOURUSERNAME: yeah, i’ll come see you
MARK_99: ok cool :)
And then it’s silent for a long while. In fact, you’re nearly asleep again when your phone pings one last time. All you need to see is the notification to know that meeting Mark is gonna be fun.
MARK_99 sent you a message: for the record…i definitely will fuck you good
Sounds promising.
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You knew he was cute but holy shit, he’s like, cute cute.
Fucking handsome and charmingly cute.
Perhaps even, hot.
You stand from around a shelf to check him out. That same voice you’ve heard previously rings loud and clear in your head, and his hair is definitely a stylistic mess, the type of hair you can imagine grabbing and tugging to guide a tongue between your legs. His eyes are pretty and piercing yet equally as filled with some sort of wonder. His hands, his body.
Oh wow.
On any other day, you’d think he’s just some poser emo-guy working a shitty retail job so he can buy his first guitar and play it totally out of tune. But on this day, you’re aware that this is a man with a need that you very much wouldn’t mind satisfying.
Seeing him go about his work tasks behind the counter is another thing. Checking customers out both through the register and with his eyes when they walk away. You know he isn’t aware that you’ve actually shown up, and it feels nice to watch him in his element before he attempts to play himself up as a totally normal, cool dude. Especially now that you can see him secretly be a pervert on the clock.
Customer after customer, he smiles at them when he hands them their items, he offers small talk and little chuckles that ring in your ears, and every single time one of the pretty ones walks away, his head turns to watch them leave for a few seconds too long.
Anyone can tell he needs it if they watch him for long enough.
You’re not sure why this guy is getting to you the way he is, but there’s just something about the way that he carries himself in public that turns you on. You already know for a fact that he’s a horny motherfucker. You know that behind those charming smiles and laughs, he’s got a neglected cock needing to be used.
No one else in this store is aware of it. You’re the only person here who knows he was spamming a stranger last night with dick pics and begging to see her pussy.
It’s hot.
And when you approach, Mark nearly doesn’t even know it’s you at first.
“Hi, did you find everything you–” Mark stops mid sentence. “Oh, fuck. You’re here.” He adds, trying to primp his hair into a spot that may look a little better than it did already.
You watch as he studies you for the first time, nervously darting his tongue out and against his bottom lip just for a split second before shifting his eyes behind you, and then turning to look around to see if anyone is within ear shot.
No one is paying attention to either of you, and no one is going to hear what you’re about to say to him. Good.
“Do you wanna see my pussy?”
It’s a joke, mostly. Kinda.
You chuckle at his stunned reaction. His hands move to the counter as he clutches it and continuously looks around to make sure no one just heard those lewd ass words from a girl so goddamn hot. Like, oh god, it’s you. You really showed up to see him and already he’s not acting normal.
No, no. You’re the one acting out of pocket, not him.
“I’m–” He tries to start, but his voice cracks in a very, very, embarrassing way. You hear him clear his throat before continuing. “I’m supposed to be showing you that I’m normal.”
You tilt your head at him playfully, leaning against the counter and pushing your tits together with your arms. You wore this shirt here for a reason, and boy are you glad you did. You watch his eyes go straight to your chest and stay there.
“Public Humiliation.” You echo one of his sexual interests to him from his app profile. “Dirty talk.”
Mark swallows around his words in stunned silence, feeling his cock wake up immediately. Fuck, this is the only place he finds peace of mind from…that. Yet here you are, with that soft and pretty voice reminding him of everything he wants but hasn’t been able to have. Standing there like you know he can’t bend you over right now and make you stop talking.
“Eight and a half inches hard.” You continue, leaning in even closer and moving your hand to the collar of your shirt. Tugging down just a little bit. “Five point six inch circumference.”
Mark squeezes his eyes shut as he leans back with a sigh, pressing his hips against the counter for some sort of relief. To think the “boring” girl on the app wouldn’t be like this? God, he knew there had to be a catch considering you were on that app to find him in the first place.
“Please–” He groans as his ears redden, lazily opening his eyes to look at your tits again. “Please don’t do this to me.”
“I can imagine you’d fit it in me just right, wouldn’t you Mark?” You continue briefly, noting the bulge he blatantly presses against the counter. “Can you say ‘please’ again? It’s kinda hot.”
“Please–” Mark blatantly groans now, his voice sounding hoarse and low. As much as he wants you to keep going, he’s at fucking work. He can’t be doing this.
“Okay!” You gleefully agree as you switch up like you didn’t just fuck him up, lending him a bright and innocent smile as you lean back and away from him. “So you don’t want to see my pussy then?”
His relieved face falls right back into that of pained frustration as he narrows his eyes at you.
“Right now?” He asks curiously, nodding his head without realizing it. Sure, he’s at work but like….your pussy is also at his work place right now.
“Yeah! Can you show me to the fitting room, actually?” You ask, louder this time in case anyone has moved around within ear-shot by now. Can’t make him lose his job, or whatever.
Mark swallows thickly with a nod, his eyes still narrowed at you but his mind racing a mile a minute at the fact that you’re really here right now, and this is what you’re doing to him? Enjoying his pain? Enjoying his suffering? Making it worse?
Five minutes ago he was perfectly fine. You’re using his need against him and god, he loves it. Yeah, maybe he will take you to the back and try to fuck you at this point. Even if you said that you wouldn’t let him…what the fuck is this then?
Really, he expected you to show up with an awkward hello and irritating small talk. He wanted to show you that he’s not always thinking about sex. Except he is, and it seems you want him to. You want him to think about fucking you.
You really just walked into this establishment and asked him if he wants to see your pussy.
Of course he wants to see it. You already fucking know that. He wants to fuck it too, like, right now.
And as he walks you to the fitting room, he has to try his damndest to adjust his growing cock. He nods to each customer as he walks by them, hands repeatedly going back to his lap to hide what he’s packing.
“Here it is.” Mark says in an unfocused voice, nearly staring a hole through you. “Now show me.”
You dip your head in a smile, heading for the room and opening the curtain. Cheap ass store, really, most places have actual doors, but whatever.
It’s easy to step inside and leave the curtain skewed a bit, knowing that Mark is hovering around the room, knowing that it’s probably protocol that an employee assist this space when it’s in use to prevent stealing and to prevent others from walking in on naked customers.
You like the way you see him take peeks, trying to be discreet. You like the way he keeps his hands in front of his lap, hiding that you’ve definitely made him a mess of him already. You love the way he whispers a curse to himself when you sit against the bench in this small room and spread your legs wide open.
You bet he loves the skirt you’re wearing for him today too. Though this wasn’t exactly planned or anything, you didn’t expect to be this turned on upon seeing him act as desperate as he sounds. You wore this shirt so he can look, and the skirt too…but looking this much wasn’t in your mind originally.
He’s hot though. The way he needs it is hot.
“Hurry up.” He groans, trying to make it seem like he’s frustrated but you know it’s just because he’s anxiously horny.
And, well, you’re not actually gonna show him your pussy, but at this point you feel bad because he seems really stiff right now, almost robotic in the way he likely feels uncomfortably aroused in his least favorite place.
“Mark,” You whisper-chuckle. “If you wanna see it, you’re gonna have to come in here and take my panties off of me.”
You hear him sigh, and see his eyes flick back to you through the small open space in the curtain.
“You’re insane. I can’t come in there, I’ll lose my job.” He argues with a hushed tone, eyes fixated on the very panties he wishes he could remove.
Even against his protests though, he reaches an arm in as he looks away. As if on extreme watch of other customers and employees roaming around. Probably pretending to grab a garment that doesn’t work for you, probably just doing normal, good-employee things.
And, well, it’s pathetic really, the way he hopes for more. The way you offer more knowing he can’t get exactly what he wants. You actually feel a bit bad for doing this, especially because it wasn’t entirely in the plan.
You really were just coming to meet him. It’s not your fault that watching him work turned you on solely because you know what he needs. So, you stand and walk towards the curtain, grabbing his arm and holding it in place.
“Well–” You start, pressing yourself against the backside of his fingers, feeling him move his hand slightly against your clit. “Touch it then.”
He goes entirely silent but you feel the way he fumbles his hand, immediately grabbing your panties and moving them to the side just to really feel. And you let him, finding it somehow cuter in the way he doesn’t even ask. He does it like he needs to, like it’s instinctual to touch it. He feels for a second or two, probably closer to about five seconds before you step back. Really, it’s enough for him to know you’re wet, enough for him to suffer, enough for him to want more.
Mark’s brain is on fire at it. Touching it before getting to see it? Goddamn, you’re so fucking mean.
And it’s silent for a few more moments after that as Mark keeps his hand in place, seemingly searching for a pussy just out of reach when you slide the fabric down your legs and place them directly into his hand.
“When do you get off work?” You ask slyly now, ripping the curtain open and moving his hand for him, forcing him to shove your panties in his pocket.
“Uh–” He stutters, swallowing again around his words before clearing his throat of the moan he really needs to let out right now. “Seven– I get off at seven.”
You nod with a smile, leaning in real close before patting his pocket.
“I’ll text you my address.”
And you leave without sparing him another glance, knowing that by the time his shift is over, he’ll probably pounce the second you open your door for him.
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Mark suffers through the rest of his shift aggressively trying not to suck on his fingers. Fuck, he wants to taste you so bad, but to go as low as sucking the remnants for several hours just to hold him over? Truly, he’s at his wits end.
Mostly because he absolutely does suck his fingers any chance he gets. Tapping his lips with them as he sees a customer off, licking against them discreetly, trying to make it look normal for him to have his fingers in his mouth so consistently.
It’s not doing anything to hold him over though.
He keeps glancing at the clock, and then at the message that reads your address. Just one more hour and he can leave. Just one more hour and he can bury his cock so deep into you that you’d never think twice about letting him do it again, and again, and again.
Oh god, really, he feels like he’s going insane as he checks out customer after customer. Every word they say somehow reminds him that he’s about to finally get laid again.
“Can you wrap this up for me?” One customer said to him, nodding to a set of candles.
Mark wishes you’d wrap him up in that pussy.
“Do you have this in a bigger size?” Another customer had said to him as they held up a plush sweater.
Mark doesn’t think you’d ever need a dick bigger than his. He’ll fill you up just right.
“69.99?!” One customer argues. “The sign said it was 30% off!”
Mark would sixty nine you all night long if you asked. He bets you taste sweet, you probably get really wet too.
And by the end of the night, rain pounding on the roof, his last customer unfortunately has to hear a low groan leave his throat at their comments. He’s very quick to cover it with a cough.
“Sorry for coming in right before you close, the rain is bad tonight and I forgot my umbrella, thank god you guys sell them! I didn’t mean to drip all over the floor like this, I hope you don’t have to stay late cleaning up my mess!”
“I didn’t mean to drip all over your floor like this” Replays in his head, over and over again. God, he’d make you drip. He hopes you drip all over the floor for him. He’d get on his knees and lick it right up, god.
He needs to leave. Right now.
“S’all good,” Mark shakes his head after the initial moan and cough cover, trying to remain casual. “It’s my job to clean it up, after all.” He smiles, his brain stuck on the feeling of how wet you were when he touched you. Shiiiit. “Have a good night, stay dry!”
And finally, Mark can close out his register and lock the doors. That, he does. Performing his end-of-night tasks at lightning speed with a cock throbbing so bad that he worries he might have to get off in his car before making it to your apartment. He genuinely needs to get off, especially knowing these pretty panties are in his pocket ready to be soaked in his cum.
He doesn’t though, no. He holds off, thrusting his hips up and against the inseam of his pants with every passing second as he drives. He’s practically writhing by the time he gets to your place. Honestly, he moans with each movement because he’s sensitive. It’s so, so fucking sensitive. Everything feels good, he could genuinely cum the second you open your door if he’s not careful.
Careful isn’t something Mark can be at this moment though, not when he lands a single knock at your door and you’re immediately opening it, looking at him with that same fucking evil smile you gave to him while he was at work.
He looks at you and instantly lets out a frustrated moan before stepping in without another word. You feel his hands grab you much harsher than you originally thought he would, but you let him as you laugh out in a nervous chuckle.
“Hello to you too.” You pat him on the back as his arms wrap around your middle. You hear him kick back against your door, slamming it shut before his lips hit your neck.
He isn’t talking but goddamn you can hear what he needs to say through the way he presses his lips against you. He’s rough with it, kissing all across your exposed skin before slipping his hand right between your legs from the back as if he doesn’t have to chase anymore.
You were going to jerk your hips back to make him chase, but his grip is too tight and he’s nearly lifting you off the floor entirely to get a feel. You were going to force him to look at you and the outfit you changed into for him, but again, he’s not having it, it seems. He moans when he moves his lips up and against yours, hot breath desperate and needy as he finally speaks.
“Did it turn you on to torture me like that?” He nearly growls against your lips. “Got me so fucking hard.”
You’re genuinely surprised with how he’s acting and talking. Then again, he’s desperate, that much is obvious if that monster bulge rubbing against your leg is anything to go by. Perhaps he may be desperate, but you guess that doesn’t always mean someone will end up submissive as a side effect.
“It did.” You smile against his lips, pushing yourself forward to try and plant your feet back on the ground, chasing the ability to gain control over him. “Did you like that?”
Mark nods before shaking his head, allowing you to push forward, loving the way your hands reach for him and run through his hair before tugging. He did like what you did, but it doesn’t change the fact that it was fucking torture to stand there at work like he wasn’t losing his mind.
“I’d like it more if we skip all the bullshit,” He starts, hand still attempting to reach the spot between your legs and lips landing at the corner of your mouth. “Could go all night.”
You nod to him, gripping his shirt and pulling him back to your living room couch and spinning him around, only to shove him back.
“Is that a promise?” You ask, looking at the lazy way he spreads his own legs and rests his head against your couch cushions, eyes staring straight at you and cock twitching in his pants. “You gonna fuck me all night?”
“Yeah–” He breathes as if he’s in disbelief, hand reaching between his legs just to grab himself and squeeze as his eyes trail your body. “You have no idea how bad I need this.”
“Show me then,” You nod your head to his length that’s hidden under his pants. “Let me watch you first.”
Mark groans, rolling his eyes back both out of frustration and arousal, but he does as you say. His palm feels better with you watching, at least. He doesn’t feel so numb to the pleasure with you promising your body to him, at least. He doesn’t mind proving his size to you by shoving his pants down to his thighs and presenting said neglected cock to you either.
It’s heavy, dark in color due to the blood that’s likely rushing throughout every inch of it. He feels sensitive to even the air in your living room as he twitches and aches to hear you talk again, to see you in front of him watching how he pleasures himself, wishing his hand is yours.
“You wanna watch?” He says in a low-rumbled voice, tracing his fingers along the head of his cock and seething out a breath through his now, bitten bottom lip. “Wanna know how tight I want you to feel?” He asks now, bold and in the heat of the moment. You watch him when he squeezes the base of his cock tightly, you can almost feel yourself choke at that alone.
“How wet you need to be to take it?” He continues, dragging his hand back and licking his palm before spitting into it.
The wetness against his hand is horrifyingly pornographic. So wet when he reaches back down to his length, allowing you to hear it squelch and slip with ease. His breath is hitched while he does it too, which nearly has you seeing him in tunnel vision.
“Yeah…” You tune into him entirely, swallowing around the lump in your throat and feeling yourself drip already. “I can’t imagine how good–” You cut yourself short to moan at the way his other hand holds his pants down while he jerks his hand up faster and faster. “Oh god, you’re–”
“Wanna see how fast I can cum just looking at you?” He continues, hand only moving faster and faster as his grip tightens more, shamelessly grunting proudly over how he could probably cum now if he wanted to. “I told you, I can go all night.”
You pause, because goddamn. You thought he would be embarrassing, pathetic, needy. You thought he would beg, plead, and cry. But…you feel like you’re the one who needs to do that. God, you’ve never seen a man so desperate to fuck yet be so powerful about it. As if he’s in your face whispering, “You’re gonna let me fuck you, right? You’re gonna love it too, right? You’re gonna let me use you to take care of this little problem of mine, right? It’s what you want, right?”
If he were to say those things to you right now, you’d nod without a doubt. But…he doesn’t. He simply looks at you now, heaving out broken moans that sound too sexy to be considered pathetic. His hips chase each movement of his hand and goddamn does he fuck his fist hard.
Your mind is spinning watching him, knowing that he’s probably going to fuck you twice as hard as he fucks himself. And it’s not surprising to you at least that you can feel your own clit swell and throb for touch too. You easily move your hand between your legs, standing right there in front of him, toying with yourself as if you don’t have the power to ask him to do it for you.
“Ah, fuck–” Mark groans, thrusting his hips up into his hand one last time before strings of his cum make a mess on his shirt. And it seems to go on forever too, spurt after spurt of it pumping out of him alongside his pretty moans and open-mouthed expression. You can feel your body react to him more than it ever has for anyone else, especially in the way….
“God–” You moan yourself now, watching him spread his legs and slouch more against your couch with a relieved sigh from his messy orgasm. But…his cock doesn’t soften. No, it stays stiff and heavy against his stomach, twitching and dribbling more and more of his cum out in little beads.
The proof of his issue is right here, he really can and probably will go all night. And you say nothing else to him after that. In fact, he wouldn’t be able to answer you if you did say something simply because you find yourself stepping up onto your own couch, resting your knees against the back of it, and gripping his hair.
Mark lets out a half-moan-half-hum, as expected, when he feels your hand drag his face under your skirt. You didn’t have to do that, but goddamn does he fucking love it. He loves how he can feel your knees buckle and force you to balance on the couch, loves how your cunt is just as needy as he feels, fucking adores the way you drip all over his tongue when he pushes your panties to the side and starts licking you up.
It’s the fact that he didn’t even have to ask you to put it in his face. The slight taste against his fingers all night at work is nothing compared to the way you drown him now. He needs to do this for you. Hell, he needs to do this for himself.
“Jesus,” You breathe, rolling your hips on his mouth. He’s truly eating you like his life depends on it. You can hear his muffled hums at the taste, you can feel his shoulder shake as he starts jerking off again, you can feel the way his tongue goes deeper and deeper, licking each clench of your walls, only to pull back and suck the wet from your panties in a deep breath.
He coos at it too, as if he’s in love with the moment, as if he truly can’t believe he’s finally got a pussy to lick. And he swallows each mouth full of your slick before muttering curses and promises against your swollen little bud.
“Please,” He moans, nipping and licking against you. “Been so long since I’ve eaten pussy, rub it on me- fuck-” he continues to babble, heat-of-the-moment-talk coming out as far more arousing than cringe if you listen hard through your ringing ears. “Come on,” He continues, now neglecting his own cock and gripping your ass with both hands, shoving you back and forth on his face in painfully slow and harsh grinds. “Come on, harder.”
As if you can function at all right now with how rough he is about trying to pleasure you? Fucking hell, the words ignite something in you as you pull back and away from him. For a split second, you see his blown out pupils and fucked up hair as he licks his lips and presents that shining lower-half of his face to you.
You don’t look for long though, no. Because you’re too busy pushing him to the side and forcing him to lay back on the couch instead. You resume your position afterwards, straddling the couch on either side of his head with your knees and planting your pulsing cunt right on his eager tongue.
“You’re too hot,” You moan, feeling his hands go straight back to your ass to force more of those harsh grinds against him. “If you could see yourself right now–” Your eyes roll back in pleasure as you feel his moaned out chuckle hit you right in the clit. It’s like he knows he makes you feel good, but does he really?
Does he truly understand how fucking good at this he is?
“God, if you could feel how good your tongue is–” You continue, now losing yourself in the heat of the moment, feeling his fingers nearly bruise your ass with the death-grip he has on you.
He nods his head in what little space he has as he spirals into heaven behind his eyes. The smell of you suffocates him, the taste of you drowns him, the weight of you is nothing short of sexy as hell. This is all he could ever want. A pretty girl using and abusing his face, much like he wants to do to you. But oh, there’s so, so much he wants to do after so long of having no one but himself.
Eat you out, finger fuck you, slide his cock down that pretty little moaning throat of yours, grip that hair and kiss those tits. God, he wants to do everything right now but he can’t bear to push this perfect clit off of his lips. He cannot fathom losing the taste of you and the way you clench around the tip of his tongue.
Oh fuck.
“Ahh- '' Mark moans open-mouthed against your clit as his brain hits a wall, his cock standing stiff from behind you as he spills out against himself again. Untouched completely, he cums without any effort where as previously it took him hours just to get off because he’d grown so fucking bored of everything.
You’ve ignited him. His drive is higher than it’s ever been after being neglected for so long. God, he wants to fuck you so full that you can’t bear to leave him.
“Fuck–” He continues, trying to lend licks between his jerking body to keep your arousal peaked. “See how bad I need it?”
He finally manages to pull back, feeling you lift from his face just for a moment after noting the way his entire body is shaking. He’s not having it though, as he cranes his neck in chase of your dripping hole once more.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He adds now, enveloping his lips around your clit again and using both hands to force you right back down on his face.
There, you feel the way he almost passionately makes out with your pussy. As if he’s thanking you for a second orgasm within the past ten minutes. As if he truly can’t stop wanting to fuck something, someone, anything at all.
Goddamn, what a fucking deal. All hail the hook-up app that brought this insatiable sex beast to your apartment.
“Mark–” You start, grinding down for him and feeling his hands now move to rub up and down your back. “Keep your tongue in me.” You choke out, gripping his hair to hold his face in place as you sit his tongue inside of you, short and jerky thrusts forward to bump your clit against his nose.
He’s gotten off twice now, it’s your turn.
And you watch as he drops his arms from you and grips your outer legs through it, letting you use his face until he can’t breathe. Both of you are seeing stars through it, your orgasm bubbling up so quickly that you can barely warn him when your hips halt in a stiffened clench and he’s finishing the job for you.
Your legs squeeze around his head, your fingers pull his hair, and still he manages to find the space to tilt his chin up just to tongue-fuck you deeper, just to rub his nose harshly against your clit, up until he feels your quivering pussy spill all over his chin, down his throat, stealing any breath or moan he could possibly give right now.
You’re out of breath by the time you finally slide off of his face, your hands immediately shooting to both of his cheeks as your sensitive clit drags down his stomach for the easy position change. You wince when you lick against his lips at the sensitivity, being sure to seat yourself right against his cock.
“Hah–” Mark lends a breathy laugh against the way you lick his lips, his hands going right back to your ass and landing a sharp slap to it. “Couldn’t even get our clothes off first.”
You take a second to pull back and look at him, noting the redness against his cheeks and nose, likely from your panties consistently getting in his way and then you chuckle back at him. You’re thankful for the short break the two of you seem to be taking at the moment. Still, you lift up from him just to remove your shirt, exposing your tits in an instant solely because you didn’t wear a bra for this exact purpose.
He’s still hard, despite two orgasms. You feel him rubbing it against you every few seconds, right up against your saliva and cum-soaked panties which, mind you, are insanely uncomfortable right now. It feels as if they’re slicing through your thigh with the force of how Mark managed to keep them shoved out of his way.
“Just lay back,” You smile at him, allowing him a longer rest for now as you take it upon yourself to remove the barriers. “Let me take care of you now.”
Mark has hearts in his eyes as he watches you. Normally, a girl would already be falling asleep after all that, leaving him with not enough orgasms and no actual fucking. It’s not his fault he could do foreplay for upwards of three to four hours before going for the finale. Which, arguably, can and will last several hours longer.
Still, you appear to not be finished either, with your breathless smile and gentle hands. He bites his bottom lip through a smirk as he watches you, tits on full display to keep him satiated for now as you move around on the couch to get his pants off of him. He helps a bit with a little kick, his cock still so sensitive and pathetically weeping for more. He feels lucky to have found you, almost baffled that he may have met his match.
You lend several glances at his cock, not quite realizing the way he’s blinking at you right now. To be fair, it’s only natural to have your attention on that thing right now. You swallow around your nervousness regarding the size but equally want him to fuck you senseless with it. You already feel entirely fucked out, but…that. Oh, that could change your life, probably. You can imagine he won’t be as gentle as you expected before all of this too. Would probably shove it in all in one go and lose his mind at the feeling.
He’s probably going to split you open and make it feel good for you too. Somehow.
Anyway, enough of that. You’ve still got to get his shirt off, your uncomfortable skirt and panties too.
You make quick work of it, as you stand to your feet and expose yourself entirely to him. Mark just watches, humming and moaning at each new expanse of skin you show to him. He keeps his hands to himself though, likely so used to feeling of them that they’d bring no pleasure at this moment if he were to jerk off to you doing this. And you just…look right back at him.
“Come on,” You smile at him again, lending your hand out for him to grab. “Bedroom will be more comfortable.”
Right. Bedrooms exist.
Mark follows, cock heavy and sensitive against his thigh with each step as he tries to get up close behind you. His eyes stay on your ass as you walk in front of him, and it’s not hard for him to keep his hands on it. In fact, he’s touching you as often as he can, trying to remind himself that he’s with someone right now who actually wants him.
You seem to be willing to let him do what he needs tonight, and hopefully it won’t be the only time.
You feel him on you, clinging so closely, hands constantly groping, lips always trying to reach the back of your neck and shoulders, to the point it’s actually difficult to get to your bedroom because you want nothing more than to turn around and shove him against the wall, all to try and take him into your mouth just to see if you can.
He doesn’t really let you think about that for too long though, because the second you get to your bedroom, he’s grabbing you from behind and lifting you in his strong arms. You writhe in his grasp with playful giggles, feeling the strong hold he has on you, keeping you in place against him as he stumbles forward with a deep inhale into your neck.
He’s quick to make his way to your bed, dropping you onto it, flipping you over onto your back, and immediately slotting himself between your legs. He hovers over you for a minute, looking directly into your eyes as his hair falls forward.
Somehow, you’re more focused on his face than you are of his cock that he’s sliding up and down your core right now. You reach up to his hair, brushing it out of his face and feeling the sticky sweat at his scalp.
“Could eat you out again.” Mark mentions, hips thrusting against you but eyes calm and level with yours. “Could lock me up in here and just use me all day if you want.” He continues, partially being serious about it, but treating it as if it’s some kinky joke instead.
Because let’s be honest. If there’s any job Mark could do better than anyone else, it’s be a woman’s fuck toy. Always ready to go, always stiff and horny, always willing to please.
“Could slide in right now and let you feel how hard I am.” His voice gets breathier as he talks, and you can tell he’s just imagining everything he wants to do. He probably worries he’ll have to go home at some point tonight only to resume his search for potential fucks to keep his need satiated.
He probably thinks he’s going to exhaust you.
“Could let you do all of that and more.” You respond, lifting your hips just slightly to press his cock between your bodies, throwing your legs around his waist simultaneously with the way you wrap your arms around his neck. “You want me to lock you up in here?”
Mark nods with a sigh, squeezing his eyes shut as if he can imagine it.
“Do you work tomorrow?”
He shakes his head with another sigh, focusing on the way you keep humping up against his length, sliding yourself in whatever way you can against him.
“Maybe I’ll just have to do that then.”
Oh, damn.
The heart eyes are back. The very thought of being in this room all night and all day tomorrow drives his cock to pulse and twitch. Foreplay can come whenever, fucking can come whenever, he can cum whenever. There’s no need for a to-do list. No need for a specific structure of rules on how this needs to happen. Foreplay, sex, sleep. Not with Mark.
Sex. foreplay. sex. foreplay. for hours. He’ll keep you up all night if he can, fucking and sucking every part of you, into the morning hours straight into tomorrow night.
Free use with you from now until you’re tired of him. You can do anything you want to him but for now…
“Yeah?” Mark breathes out in excitement, arching his back slightly to let his cock land against your hole, and then he pushes forward slowly. The bulbous head spreads your lips and stretches out your slick pussy with ease as he continues to speak. “Feel that?”
Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation, fingernails already digging into his shoulders at the anticipation as your legs loosen around him. He continues to push forward, inch by inch, painfully slow as if he wants you to feel the burn and stretch even while being as wet as you are.
“Ah–” He confirms for himself as he watches your face, wincing, mouth falling open. “Yeah, you feel it.”
God, yeah. You do. You feel the weight of his size inside of you, stretching you open so good he probably wouldn’t even have to move for it to hurt. But he does move, he does continue to slide in, savoring every second of your walls quivering and suffocating his cock.
“Goddamn,” He groans, lifting up on both arms and bracing himself as he looks down, only to find he’s only slid half of his dick into you, and already you’re about as breathless as he is. “Didn’t realize how tight you’d actually be–”
He chokes when he says it, sliding out little by little before fucking back in, pushing just a bit more into you.
“S’okay.” You try to reassure him, but it’s more for you than it is for him. You really didn’t think a cock could feel so big that it actually hurts, yet, here you are. “I’m adjusting.”
Mark moans at your broken voice, no longer holding himself back to look at your pussy grip him when he pulls out slightly. He looks at your face instead, witnessing how you take all of it in one solid movement from him. All of it, until he can feel his pelvis rest against your clit and your entire body stiffens in a tight hug around his body.
“Mhm,” He leans back down now, humming against your cheek as he tries to control the urge to fuck. “Taking all of it, aren’t you?”
With those words, he slides out slightly before pushing back in again, trying to force your pussy to relax so that he can stop holding his breath. One hand finds its way to your leg to hold onto, the other holding himself up beside your head, and he just…watches.
Little by little, he thrusts. Plunging into you in short-tight snaps of his hips just to watch your tits jiggle with the movements, up until he really, really can’t hold back anymore.
You feel his cock leave you almost entirely, only to slam right back in and cause your vision to go white with a pang of pleasure. Your loud yelp pairs well with his relieved sigh of a grunt, and it appears that this is what breaks him entirely.
That single, full thrust, lets him fall forward and nuzzle his nose against your neck and his body just goes. Instinctually chasing the deepest parts inside of you, hitting your cervix with each thrust only to drag back and make your toes go numb at the way your g-spot feels entirely too sensitive with this alone.
And god, Mark loves the way you cling through it. The way you moan each time he bottoms out, the way your nails cut into his back and the way your legs continuously fail to stay wrapped around him. He…
Oh no.
“I can go all night–” He breathes out through his relentless thrusts, almost as if he’s pleading with you. “I swear, I’m not done–” He continues to cut off his own words with choked moans as he pulls back and leans up, frantically forgetting to apologize over the fact that he’s already about to cum again.
And you feel him try to slide out, that face he made twice before already alerting you that he really must have so much to pump out of himself at this point. You don’t mind if he’s about to hit a third orgasm, in fact, you’re glad.
Your legs hold him in place as he fights to pull out, his eyes snapping to you in realization after the second time he tries.
“No fucking way, you– you want it?” His eyebrows fall into that of a relieved release as he, too, falls right back down against your chest and lets his hips fuck freely.
He’s not controlling it at this point. You feel him stretch you open more through his orgasm, rolling his hips but not pulling out even in the slightest now. Moving back and forth, as if trying to stuff you impossibly full while he releases those thick ropes of cum. It…feels so good even with the way the base of his cock continues to swirl and loosen you up in a painful stretch that almost feels like he’s ripping you open. Still, the pain is gone as he shakes on top of you, in fact, you feel your clit throb at the feeling of how big he is, of how hard he manages to stay.
He didn’t even fuck you that roughly before this, but it feels like you’re already ruined. Ruined enough to want more. Enough to need more.
“Bet that feels good,” You chuckle against his hair, feeling each pulse of him and loving the way he pants against your ear. “Not having to pull out, knowing you can fuck me for as long as you want.”
That only pushes his orgasm to hit harder. He thought he was nearing the end of it, but instead, his body goes into overdrive as more pulses of cum shoot out of him at your words. There’s so…so much of it he can give you. And if this is what you want, he’s the perfect man to do it for you.
“Don’t say that, oh god–” Mark mumbles through the end of his orgasm, keeping himself tucked nice and deep into you as he releases his body weight and makes you feel slightly suffocated under him. “Please.”
Well, he minds his manners well enough, you shrug under him, clenching around his length unintentionally and reminding him that you genuinely can go all night, just like him.
Reminding him that maybe you really will just lock him up in this room all tonight, all tomorrow. He seems into the idea anyway, right? Both of you just free-use sex dolls for the time being…Hell yeah.
And as Mark catches his breath, he finally lifts up, pulling you with him, and sits you directly on his lap now.
“Keep going then, don’t let it get soft.” He nearly whimpers, solely due to the sensitivity his cock is now offering and the fact that after that third orgasm, he truly is gaining the ability to go flaccid between orgasms.
And you follow his direction, though not entirely how he wanted you to. Instead of rolling your hips, you slip him right out of you and sink your face down between his legs, loving the way his cum spills out of you all the while. You don’t even say anything, not that you’d need to. He watches you, a smirk forming on his lips as he raises an arm and throws it over his eyes.
“Shit, You’re so my type.” He groans out of the sexual frustration that still bubbles within him. You look so good down there with his cock just inches from your mouth. God, no woman has been able to go down on him for too long despite really fucking wishing they would.
His hips always lose control, they don’t like face fucking, he’s too big to fit, they’re gagging too much, their jaw is hurting. What the fuck ever. Look at you, blinking up at him like you want nothing more in the world than to take it all down your throat. Ah, fuck, if you did that…
His hips buck up on instinct, forcing you to hold him down with your arms as you lick your lips.
“You really live up to your promise, you know that?” You smile with warmed cheeks as you speak, blowing air gently against the head of his cock. It’s softened up a little, but it’s no longer going flaccid. You’re sure that the second you work it into your mouth, he’s going to be blocking your airways.
Good.
“You say that like I’m not overwhelming you with all of this,” He chuckles as he moves his arm from his face and down to yours. “Most girls would have already sent me home.”
You circle your lips around the bulbous head, tasting the remnants of both you and him as you gently suckle before popping off and licking your lips.
“Well, Mark–” You look back down and lend his cock a little kiss. “I’m not most girls. Besides, most guys get their nut and leave me hanging. You’ve gotten, what? Three orgasms by now? And you’re still in my bed? Wanting me to lock you up tomorrow too? What a fucking win.”
Mark rolls his eyes because you don’t even know the fucking half of it. If he were a normal guy, he probably would have done the same thing. Maybe not to you, but to others? Yeah. The thing is, he’s not like most guys. And you’re right in saying you’re not like most girls either, considering…your sex drive appears to be just as insatiable as his.
“Fuck, let me eat you out again–” Mark groans now, needing to pleasure you again, aroused by the fact that he’s basically met a female version of himself. Even if he’s just exaggerating and making himself believe such a woman could exist close enough to him. “Let me– Ahh…”
You cut off his words, dragging a loud and sensual moan from him as you sink down. Mostly to shut him up, mostly so you can return the favor for him from earlier before letting him have another lick of you. After all, you truly do appreciate him for all of this.
“Mmf–” You mumble unintentionally, feeling each inch of his length that you swallow up pressing your tongue further and further down in your mouth. Up until you’re entirely open mouthed on him, gagging yourself when he hits your throat only to angle yourself up on your knees to point it straight down your throat instead.
It hurts, but you close your eyes in concentration, breathing through each gag, ignoring the dribble of saliva that runs from the corners of your mouth and– you swallow.
Mostly because you can’t suck. Again and again, you swallow around him just to stimulate his length, the girth stretching your lips out to the point you feel your jaw could break, but it doesn’t and it won’t.
Within an instant of taking his whole length down your throat, you feel his hands in your hair. Your ears are ringing, otherwise you would also be listening to him choke on his words at how you’re doing this to him. All of it. You’re taking him in full, not leaving an inch out, seemingly proving that your mouth can be fucked just as good as your cunt.
He’s in heaven, head spinning as you stimulate him through each gag and sputtered out chokes of a moan. He can’t help it when he grabs your hair, he really doesn’t mean it when he pushes your head down while pressing his hips up. Essentially choking you and suffocating you in full with a paused hold.
You brace yourself on his hips when he does this, squeezing your eyes shut and continuously gagging from the way he abuses your mouth with just that small movement, and then– he pulls back.
“Ahh,” He groans, snapping his hips back and holding you by the hair to keep you from chasing. “You like that?” He continues, letting you breathe but not answer at all before he’s pushing your head right back down, holding you there again and fucking his hips up repeatedly into your throat this time.
The sounds are pornographic at best, concerning at worst. You, searching for air somewhere between his thrusts, the sounds of wet sputters, drooling, whimpered groans from him, and desperate gasps and gags from you. Truly, Mark is in heaven right now. With you, specifically, you’ve brought him to heaven.
For you, it feels like he does this forever. You’re losing the ability to comprehend what breathing ever was in the first place, thankfully though, Mark can see the tears pouring from your eyes and feel the way you fall slightly limp, letting him do as he pleases before he realizes– he may actually be overwhelming you now.
He snaps his hips back quickly, pulling you up and off of the last remaining inches of his weeping cock before taking a good, long look at your gasped breath and abused lips. Tongue licking out and eyes stained.
“I’m sorry, fuck, I–”
Instantly you press yourself down on him once again, resuming your original position of sliding him in until you can’t stand the feeling in your throat, gagging and swallowing around him time and time again. You feel proud of it, proud of the pain, proud of the suffocation.
Fucking proud to not be finished with him compared to every other person, apparently.
“Jesus–” He groans now, his entire body slouching against your bed as he slams his head back and starts petting your cheeks. “It’s like you were born for this. For me.”
You hum around the gags, growing accustomed to swallowing him up and feeling your jaw strain. And just a few moments later, you pull up with a deep breath, a smile, and you start rubbing your jaw.
“Maybe I was,” You try to talk dirty, wanting to drive him insane. “You taste so good.” You add, dipping down again to lick a long stripe up the underside of his balls up to his tip. “Any girl should be proud to say you’d fuck her mouth like that.”
A twitch, he rolls his eyes back and clenches his jaw.
“How are you so…” He breathes out, reaching his hands blindly for you, only to feel you shift on the bed and essentially sit your tits into both of his hands. “perfect?”
You shrug when he opens his eyes, you’re now hovering over him, both hands covering his on your tits as you force him to squeeze and grope.
“Maybe it’s best to not ask questions.” You tilt your head playfully. “Besides, if I’m lucky maybe you’ll stop trying to find other girls to fuck. They can’t take care of you like I will, anyway.”
Oh, you damn fucking right they won’t.
“You can have it any time you want.” Mark smiles, relishing in your tits warming under his palms, watching the way you hover over him tall and proud on your knees. “Could play with you every day and never get bored.”
You feel him move his hand from under yours, going straight between your legs and sliding not two, but three fingers into you with ease.
“Still so wet too,” He hums, eyes narrowing at you with that same pretty grin. “You always this horny?”
You shake your head.
“Not usually, you just turn me on.”
Mark feels proud of that. He doesn’t feel like the odd ball with a dick that can’t be satiated no matter how many pussies he plows through in a night. Which, again, for the past year has been a total of zero pussy. You getting turned on by that makes him feel…capable. Makes him feel like maybe he can be put to use by a pretty girl.
Makes him feel like his need is wanted and well taken care of.
“So, I can keep calling you?” He asks now, fucking his fingers up, loving the warmth and slide, anticipating for when he gets to bury his cock in you again.
“Mhm.” You hum, closing your eyes to enjoy the pleasure of how deep even his fingers reach. Kind of ready for him to stop talking and just focus on what he’s doing to you.
“Even if it’s every single day?” He continues to ask, now using his thumb against your clit. “Even if I need you in the middle of the night?”
Anything he wants if he can keep hitting your g-spot like this.
“Yes, Mark,” You sigh out of aroused frustration, now wiggling your hips to chase that stimulation inside of you. “I’ll give you the fucking key to my apartment if you want. Just let you walk right in and start fucking me.”
His fingers move faster at the image, the implication of not just free-use, but true free use. Real free-use.
“Yeah? Wake you up with my cock sliding into you?” He urges you to keep talking, now removing his other hand from your chest and circling it around his cock. “Just walk right in and get my mouth on you while all your friends are here?”
You lend a surprised chuckle, but pay no mind to his words past the arousal it brings to you. You’d tell him about how you have a total of like two friends, and half of the time they’re too busy to show up anyway. Still, the image is hot at the moment. All of it is hot.
“You’d let me?” He continues pressing every button both physically and mentally, unaware of how easy it is for him to talk as if it’s a normal conversation solely because it’s kind of his general state of living at this point. You, on the other hand, are not used to having a full conversation while your g-spot gets abused. “Even if you’re not home? Let you come home and find me fucking myself for you?”
Oh.
“Fuck–” You groan out at the image, feeling his fingers reach so perfectly, thinking of how it would feel to walk into your apartment just to see this pretty man chasing that tight ring of fingers his fist creates. Probably so turned on and frustrated that you’re not home…so frustrated that all he could do is drop to the floor and start fucking. “God, yeah.”
So that’s what you’re into. You love that he’s that pathetic to fuck. And lucky for you, he’s more than willing to continue to be that fucking pathetic.
“Does that feel good?” He hums now, watching how you fuck yourself against his fingers, lifting slightly to lick against your nipple. “Can I use my cock again?” He babbles almost, brain on constant loop of you actually giving him free reign of your apartment someday so he can come and–”Please, do this on my cock.”
This is the second time he’s asked you to ride it, and you think that may be one time too many. You almost feel guilty for taking him down your throat first, but then again, you don’t. Your body vibrates knowing you’re about to split yourself open on him again, only this time having full control.
“You want me to sit on it, Mark?” You smile, thrusting your hips down and sinking his fingers into you so deep that you physically can see his brain malfunction.
The frantic nod he gives is somehow less powerful than how he lifts his hips, forcing you higher on your knees as his fingers slip out of you and immediately land in his mouth.
Man, this guy must love the taste of pussy. The image of him doing that alone is insanely arousing to you as you lend him a short nod and slide back, your pussy sucking in the head of his cock instantly as if the two of you move together so well, that it was only natural to not need a guiding hand for it.
He sinks his head deep into the mattress with the way you try to sink down on him. He holds his breath with those same fingers in his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut at how tight you still are, how wet you still are.
And he’s shocked, almost, at the way you just keep sliding down. Not letting yourself re-adjust to his size, holding your own breath and bracing yourself on his abdomen just to keep balance and you wince through the stretch.
“That’s it.” Mark soothes your hips as you sit, clenching around each one of his twitches inside of you. “Doing so good.” He breathes out this time, trying to hold back his moan just for a moment as he awaits your moan first.
And it comes quickly when you lean back rather than against him, arms by his knees as you practically present his cock to him buried entirely into you with this position. He lifts his head and stares at it before reaching his thumb to your clit, immediately pressing hard circles against it.
“Ride it,” He pleads now. “God, please ride it.” He loses his mind at the image, really, as you do start moving.
Pained whimpers falling from your lips as you circle your hips, fucking just an inch of him in and out of yourself, forcing the deepest part of your pussy to take the abuse more than anything else. And you know he loves it with the way his thumb stops rubbing your clit, with the way he can’t decide on if he should look or throw his head back and fall into the sensation.
It’s really cute to witness, and you’d lean forward to kiss him if you had the strength to do it, but you don’t. In fact, all the strength you have is currently bubbling up inside of you with a sharp, almost burning sensation.
You know exactly what this is. You’ve practiced it time and time again alone in this bed.
“Oh, oh shit, Mark–” You groan as you frantically start moving your hips through the full and splitting feeling of him inside of you. Your voice sounds so panicked, it almost scares him. And honestly? Had he not have finger fucked you against your g-spot previously perhaps you could last longer on him, but no.
“What– What’s wrong?!” Mark’s voice is broken when he quickly leans up, hugging around you as you continue to ride against him, faster now, chasing, chasing, chasing.
Pushing, pushing, pushing.
“No, no!” You moan out, shoving him back against the bed and now lifting entirely from his length before slapping your own clit, fast, rough circled motions before each slap. “Oh, shit!” You nearly yell, witnessing it squirt from your body straight against his abdomen and chest.
Mark just watches, mouth agape and eyes wide.
“Oh–” He stares. “Oh yeah?”
And you’re not even done when he seemingly takes full control. Allowing all that squirt to fall out of you, ignoring your shaking legs, tipping you straight back and plunging his cock right back into that release of pressure inside of you.
“You just weren’t gonna tell me you could do that?” He grunts against your ear, fucking into you so hard and so fast that your orgasm just keeps coming. It feels too good to speak, too good to breathe.
Even as it subsides and you’re trying to catch your breath, he doesn’t let you. He just keeps going, grunting incoherently against your ear, snapping his hips harder than you think he’s probably ever done before.
Honestly, with each yelp you let out, your sensitivity goes from being unbearably painful to–
“Do it again–” He urges you. “Give me another one.” Babbling, cooing, fucking moaning all over your neck until his lips hit yours.
Somehow, that gives him exactly what he wants as he feels your legs tense up and fall open around him. Your pelvis slamming into his so hard that it’s, quite literally, splashing out of you in loud and painful sounds.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He nods and whispers against your tongue, sucking it into his mouth before licking into yours, nearly rabid with the way he’s both kissing and fucking you, he can’t help it. He forgot words the second he felt the gush rush past his length, trying to force it out of you only for him to go harder. Like hell he’s not going to feel you literally squirt on his cock. “So fucking messy.”
At one point, you think you might have actually died. You’re not sure but you swear you saw him fucking you in third person for two solid seconds before being slammed right back into your body. The pleasure genuinely is so overwhelming that…well, suddenly you understand why girls probably think he’s too much.
But goddamn he’s…so good. Like, you remember him mentioning his body count through his one-sided sext session with you and you can argue his inexperience probably made this that much better. He’s a fucking natural.
And as he continues fucking into you, all you can do is lend him a distant smile. You’re definitely not experiencing real life at this moment, and you know he sees it with the way he lifts and keeps his eyes on your zoned out expression.
“Look at you.” He echoes against your walls. “So, so pretty.”
And he just keeps doing that, whispering praises, working you through his presumed last orgasm of the night because he genuinely can’t not fill you up with his cum one last time before letting you rest.
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
The “rest” didn’t last long, but to be fair you didn’t need it to. All night, and all day. That promise was kept and Mark remained insatiable throughout all the time he spent with you.
To the point you very nearly felt strange about him leaving. Like you’d grown so accustomed to having someone literally attached to you at the dick that you knew the loneliness and silence would hit you a little too hard once he leaves you.
And, well, he does leave in a sense, but not completely.
Though you never truly meant that offer in the midst of sex-talk, Mark seemed to have clinged to the idea of it. Lock him up, but still give him the key.
Never in your life would have imagined giving a person the key to your apartment, and yet…there he goes. Backing out of a guest parking spot in front of your building with your spare apartment key in his pocket right next to those fucking panties.
that sumin fic was crazy af i’m obsessed w your writing… could we possibly get a university au w music composition major minjae x f!reader?? and w some smut in there too pls thinking a lot abt rapper minjae being good w his tongue akdjjsjsjsj
the theory of music
in which: there's a rumor about minjae that you want to find out more about.
pair: uni student!minjae/uni student!afab!reader
word count: 3.4k
content: college!au, smut, heavy sexual tension, oral sex, completely consensual!
author's note: you wanna know what's crazy anon? i know someone like this irl HAHAH nd he's truly one of my favorite people (if i ignore the fact that he had a threesome in my living room once but that a story for a diff day) but yes this is something i can def do and just did for you (^з^)-♡♥︎♡ seriously tho im glad you requested this bc i wanted to make a lil series for xikers so this was perf
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university!series: sumin, minjae, junmin, hyunwoo
You weren’t one for parties, especially rooftop parties. You only went to this specific rooftop party because it was your friend’s roommate’s birthday, and she promised you that it was going to be lowkey and fun when it was anything but. Yet, you had a good time— when the company is good, why wouldn’t everything else be good? Some kids were still yakking off the roof while others were getting completely stoned or crossed, but the ones that were still somewhat coherent were cool. There was one person in particular that you were drawn to the most, not because you were attracted to him (although he was very attractive, you’ll give him that), but because the air around him was so calming and he seemed to vibe with literally everyone.
“Him? That’s Minjae,” Junmin, one of the boys you were talking to at the party, told you when you asked. “How do you not know Minjae?”
“I mean… It’s my first time seeing him—”
“Still, he’s infamous at these parties.”
“This is my first time at one of these rooftop parties. Cut me some slack, Junmin.”
“Well, I’d just warn you and say don’t get too close,” Junmin brought his voice down and said ominously.
“Why do you say that?” you matched his decibel, clearly not taking him seriously.
“He’s… A character. Kind of loose. I mean, you see how many girls go swarming to him. It happens all the time, and it happens for a reason”
“Dude, I’m not looking to fuck him. I just want to befriend the guy, is all.”
“That’s what they all say,” Junmin sighed loudly. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Heard loud and clear.”
You wanted to defy Junmin, but he was just so sinister with informing you about Minjae that you dropped the idea of befriending the guy in general. You spent the rest of the party interacting with other people, completely unaware that Minjae’s gaze kept flickering to you every so often.
You saw Minjae again at Junmin’s rooftop party, but you paid no mind to him. This time, you steered clear of him because he was surrounded by a bunch of girls— girls that definitely were not at the party you were at the other night. You knew after what Junmin said that Minjae was a popular guy, but it didn’t fully register in your head until that moment. Maybe it was his soft, brown hair that spilled over his face and gave his eyes a mysterious charm that made the girls fall for him, or maybe it was his irresistible smile and laugh. Whatever it was, there was just something about him that drew girls to him like a moth to a flame.
You kept to yourself for the most part during Junmin’s party. Junmin was running around the rooftop trying to make sure his friends didn’t fall over the balcony or throw up anywhere that wasn’t a toilet— honestly, seeing him scramble all over the place did not make you jealous in the slightest. If anything, it was entertaining to see him break a sweat and make sure the party didn’t completely fall apart.
While you were observing Junmin, you didn’t realize that Minjae actually approached you and stood right next to you with every intention to flirt with the one girl at the party that wasn’t all over him.
“Hey,” you heard him speak into your ear, startling you completely.
“What the— Oh?” you were fully prepared to fight whoever it was that scared you, but when you saw Minjae’s beautiful face super close to yours, you short-circuited. “H-hello…”
He held his hand out for you to shake.
“Minjae.”
You nearly said “I know” in response, but you choked back that first instinct. You shook his hand.
“Y/N.”
There was a beat of silence. Honestly, you didn’t know what to say to him because Junmin truly scared the shit out of you, so the only questions on your mind was just to inquire about his reputation.
“You know, I saw you at the last party and wondered who you were because I’ve never seen you at any of these parties,” Minjae said, trying to continue the conversation.
“Yeah, I’m not really a party person,” you admitted.
“But you’re here at this one?”
“Because Junmin invited me.”
“What about the last one?”
“My friend invited me since it was her roommate’s birthday.”
“Oh, okay that makes sense.”
Minjae nodded and smiled at you, making you feel slightly guilty that your impression of him was so tarnished thanks to your own assumptions. He ended up getting more words out of you and got you comfortable enough to have very candid conversations about everything. He had a very complex view on the world that you resonated with, and it made you want to know more about him. There was definitely a deeper side of him that he was hiding, and you wanted to find it.
You were so engrossed in your conversation with him that you didn’t realize how much time had passed and that most of the party had cleared out until Junmin approached you and Minjae, his hair and clothes completely disheveled.
“I appreciate you both so much, but I’m going to have to ask you both to go the fuck home,” Junmin said with a heavy sigh.
You checked your phone and saw many, many missed calls from your roommate, and you also saw that it was four in the morning.
“Damn, it’s already this late? Sorry, Junmin,” you apologized.
“We’ll leave now,” Minjae added.
We? You looked at Minjae with slight confusion.
“Thanks. Get home safe— And, Y/N, text me when you get home,” Junmin instructed.
“Ow, you don’t want to know if I got home?” Minjae asked feigning hurt.
“You’ll be fine,” Junmin rolled his eyes and pushed Minjae away. “Get out.”
You and Minjae left Junmin’s apartment building, and before you could bid adieu and head home, Minjae asked, “What direction are you headed in?”
“There,” you pointed.
“I’ll walk you home,” Minjae stated.
You eyed Minjae suspiciously, wondering if he had any other intentions by walking you home. Deciphering your look, he held his hands up and said, “No, I just want to make sure you get home safe, too. It’s four in the morning, and you are a woman after all.”
You were still not convinced of his intentions. It was only when he held out his pinky and looked at you with the most sincerest of eyes did you cave and let him walk you home.
During your walk, you both continued to have a deep discussion about the world to the point where you didn’t even realize that you had already gotten back to your dorm. Before you went inside, Minjae stopped you.
“Wait, I have a question for you.”
“What is it?”
“If I invited you to one of my parties, would you come?”
You briefly pondered the thought before nodding. He grinned at you then held out his phone. “I’ll text you the next time I throw one,” he said.
You gave him your number, and with that, you both parted ways.
You seriously wondered why Junmin told you to avoid Minjae in the first place. He didn’t seem so bad.
You and Minjae became friends since the night you exchanged numbers. Not once did you feel like Minjae was trying to get into your pants or anything—especially because he mostly texted you— making you doubt Junmin’s explanation of the guy more and more. When you asked Junmin, he refused to elaborate on it further, so you had to settle for a shrug and acceptance that Junmin was probably just really wrong about Minjae.
you:
what’re you doing rn?”
You ended up texting Minjae right in the middle of class one fine day. You shouldn’t have been on your phone, but the class was such a drag that you desperately needed the distraction.
minjae:
studio
why
you:
ah okay
nah i was just bored is all
minjae:
you can come to the studio if you want
you:
yeah? you sure?
And immediately, Minjae sent you an address along with a room number— it was one of the buildings on campus, but you had no idea which one it was until you got there. It was the music building on campus, also known as a building you’ve never entered on campus and never thought you would enter because you were not in the music composition major. You were nervous as hell the entire time you were making your way to the studio that Minjae was in until you saw him down the hall, half his body out the door as he looked and waited for you.
You had never seen any sort of music studio before, and were honestly quite surprised to see that your school had such a professional one— well, multiple professional ones since the entire hall you walked down was filled with studios— readily available on campus. It was completely soundproof inside, and it was also dark as hell in there. There were no windows or anything. Just a room, a chair, a computer, a monitor, a bunch of keyboards, and an audio mixer.
“I thought this was a recording studio?” you questioned.
“This is the mixing studio. So if we don’t have to record vocals or instruments and just need digital, we can use this room,” Minjae explained.
“Oh…”
“Want to listen?”
“Sure.”
Minjae let you have a seat in the singular chair in the room and gave you the headphones. As soon as you were comfortable, he played the song for you. It was upbeat, but also melancholic in a way. You found yourself nodding along to the beat of the song the more you listened, and when the song ended, you were amazed but also confused because that was super short.
“This is really good,” you told the boy as you handed the headphones back.
“Yeah, but it’s still not done. I only played you the intro into the first chorus since that’s all I got right now,” he said with a tiny sigh.
“Still, what you have so far is so good. I can’t wait to hear the whole song now.”
With a small smile, Minjae reclaimed his seat, leaving you standing. You looked around, trying to find a place to sit, but the only place to sit was the singular chair in the room that Minjae was using.
“I’ll head out then, leave you to it,” you told the boy as you reached for the door handle.
“Honestly, you can stay if you’d like,” Minjae said without tearing his eyes away from the screen.
“Won’t it be weird if I’m just sitting on the ground in the corner?”
“What? You can sit in the chair with me.”
You eyed the chair, then looked at Minjae skeptically. “You really think that we’ll both fit in the chair?”
“Yeah, the arms come up. See,” Minjae said as he proceeded to demonstrate— and they did.
You somehow found yourself sitting on one edge of the chair while Minjae sat on the other. You though he would be uncomfortable working like that, but he seemed perfectly fine and completely focused on his work. You tried to keep your eyes on the screen, but for some reason, your eyes kept straying towards the boy.
Minjae was very attractive usually, but he was absolutely breathtaking from the side. His chin was tilted upwards since the monitor was on an elevated desk, so you got the best view of his jawline. He unconsciously licked his lower lip as he clicked on the screen, and he bit his lower lip while he focus, the mere acts send flashes of heat through your body.
He usually looked like a very soft, very cuddly boy, but this version of Minjae you got to see was incredibly sexy— unbelievably and unbearably sexy. He was so immersed in his work that he just oozed charisma, and the way his arms would subtly flex when he moved the mouse around or clicked or typed made you pay more attention to the way he was built— so much attention that you started wondering what he looked like underneath since his arms were pretty muscular.
It was only when he turned his head to look at you did you suddenly snap out of your daydream. You looked right at the monitor thinking you barely avoided Minjae noticing you staring, but he noticed well before he even turned to look at you. In fact, he felt you staring him down, and despite the fact that he was playing the song, he heard you gulp the building pool of saliva in your mouth. Plus, it did not help your case that your face and ears were reddening slowly.
“Y/N,” Minjae said, nearly startling you out of your skin.
“Y-yeah?”
“You good?”
“Y-yeah…”
“You sure?”
You were going to respond with another yeah, but the words got stuck in the back of your throat when you felt his hand on your thigh, his hand rubbing inwards ever so slowly. Butterflies rampaged through your entire body when you felt his burning touch, the impure thoughts in your head getting dirtier by the second.
“You know, if you wanted, you could just ask.”
“What’re you talking about?” you deflected while trying to reclaim your thigh from him; but, you were unsuccessful, and he ended up moving his hand along your thigh, closer to your crotch. “Okay! Okay, I know, what you mean!”
“I can help you relieve that tension right now if you’d like.”
“Right now? In here?”
Minjae nodded.
“Are you insane?! In here?! What the fuck?!”
“Got a problem with that?”
“A bunch!” your voice nearly shrilled. “Aren’t there cameras? What if someone walks in? And—”
“No one will come in here since you need to have the key card to get in, and there are no cameras in here.”
“Still, but…”
You tried to find more reasons to object to having sex in the studio, but when his hand reached for your face and his fingers held your chin, your mind melted. He brought your face closer to his, and your eyes fluttered close when he brought his lips towards yours, but he stopped, his lips mere millimeters from yours.
“Is it because you don’t want to do this with me, or because you’re just nervous about the location?”
“…The latter.”
“If that’s the case, then don’t worry about it.”
“How a can I not worry about it when that’s all I’ll be thinking about?”
“Then I’ll fuck you so hard that you won’t even be able to think.”
Without a second to lose, Minjae’s lips were on yours. You didn’t think he was going to be so intense with you right off the bat, but when his tongue pushed into your mouth, you were completely taken aback. You leaned into him and held onto his shoulders when you felt his hands move down to your waist. His fingers slipped under your shirt and tiptoed their way up, leaving goosebumps in their wake. When his hands went over your breasts and started massaging over your bra painfully well, your grip on him tightened, and you pushed yourself further into his chest, a slight moan leaving your lips. You for sure thought Minjae was going to laugh at your reaction to his touch, but he was so intently focused on you that he was just eating up every single noise that escaped your soul.
You whimpered and whined slightly when his lips left yours, a thin string of saliva barely connecting his tongue to yours before being broken the second he brought his lips to your neck and started sucking lightly on your skin. His hands held the bottom of your shirt and pulled it upwards, your bra getting pushed up shortly thereafter. You flung your head back and let out a gasp mixed with a sigh when he started sucking on your nipple, his teeth nibbling slightly as he did so. He pinched and twisted your other nipple, sending shocks down your spine.
Next thing you knew, you were fully naked and sitting all by yourself on the swivel chair, the arm rests down for you to grip. Minjae lifted one of your legs and set it over his shoulder as he pushed the other to the side to fully reveal your soaking wet cunt, your slick glistening with the lights of the monitor. You felt Minjae exhale lightly, making your toes curl with excitement and lust. You face was burning up when you looked down to see Minjae looking up at you with shining eyes and a little smirk on his face. He didn’t have to utter a word for you to know that he was thoroughly entertained by your reaction to his being.
It was when he licked a stripe down your cunt did you fully lose your mind. Yellow and white sparks filled your vision as Minjae took his time with you. His tongue swirled around your clit, and he slipped a delicate finger through your folds. He curled the finger inside you and left it there the more he slurped you up and let his tongue wildly flick against your raw bud. You gripped onto the arm rests for dear life and bit your lower lip painfully hard when you felt the finger slip out and his tongue replace its position.
“Darling, you can be as loud as you want. No one’s gonna hear a fucking thing,” Minjae said softly as looked up at you with devious eyes and a slight smirk, your arousal fluid completely coating his mouth.
You weren’t planning on taking him up on that until he sucked on your clit, the feeling of the suction absolutely driving you up the wall. A sweet, loud moan sounded in the studio, more gasps and moans tumbling out of your mouth when you felt him slip two of his fingers inside you, fingering you slowly but with immense intention. Your hands left the arm rests and moved to his hair, his hair bunching up in your fists as you pushed him closer to your pussy.
“Ah! Mmm— Min-Minjae,” you cried as you tugged at his hair, prompting him to look at you. “More…”
Wordlessly, Minjae delivered. He kept curling his fingers inside you every time he pulled his fingers out, and he fingered you way faster as he slurped obnoxiously, your arousal filling his mouth completely. It was when he left your clit with a sickly sweet kiss did you cum, white filling your vision as you flung your head back and moaned loudly. You squirted right into his mouth, the boy downing everything like it was his last meal. You felt your face get hotter the more lewd noises he made with just his tongue and your pussy.
You thought he would be done, but he was far from over. He barely gave you a second to rest before diving in again, his fingers ruthlessly fingering you and rubbing along your g-spot repetitively, overstimulating you to the max. You were still riding your high when he pushed further, and it felt like you were seeing heaven and hell at the same time when you came for the second time, white filling your vision as you felt your body nearly burst into flames.
“W-wait, Minjae,” you said while breathing heavily, your hands desperately pushing his head away from your cunt. “I just—”
You cut yourself off when you saw his face, your arousal dribbling down his lips and dripping from his chin, his face pink and rosy. You were completely shocked— not once had you cum like that for any boy you had hooked up with in the past, and you definitely did not expect yourself to cum that hard ever in your entire lifetime. So, when you saw that the collar of Minjae’s shirt was also drenched, you wanted the Earth to swallow you whole.
“I guess I have to,” Minjae said as he stood up. He used the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face, giving you the slightest peak at his toned torso. “I’ve got to check out of the studio soon, so we’ll continue this back at my place if that’s alright with you.”
You finally understood what Junmin was hinting at. Minjae was going to be the best sex you ever had, and there was no going back from there.
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