Your boyfriend lands late at night, surprising you while you have trouble falling asleep.
A/N: So I had this scenario stuck in my head while I was trying to fall asleep and it wouldn't let me sleep haha. Enjoy!
You were trying to fall asleep after a long day of dealing with work when the door to your bedroom creaked open. The bed dipped and you felt the familiar scent of your boyfriend enveloping you into a hug, pressing himself against your back.
âHmm, youâre backâŚâ You mumbled through your slumber.
âI am.â He whispered against your hair, pressing a soft kiss against the crown of your head.
âI missed you.â You turned around in his arms to rest against his side, head tucked into his neck to press a few soft kisses against his sensitive skin.
âI missed you too.â He hummed at the sweet ministrations.
âTired?â Your hand ghosted over his stomach, caressing it over the shirt.
âA little. I couldnât wait to fall asleep into your arms agains.â Jeongguk confessed, crossing his arms over your body to squeeze you into a hug.
His hand travelled over your side to rest on top of your ass, squeezing gently on the soft skin as he turned his head to find your lips. It started soft, gentle, just a brush of lips, before it turned into a needy, hungry, devouring need to feel you closer than possible against his body.
âArenât you too tired for this?â You asked, panting against his lips.
âIâll sleep eventually.â His lips were maping your face insistently, too addicted to stop. âI want you, now.â
âI want you, too. But I also want you to get some rest.â You chuckled softly at his neediness.
âI will after you drain me.â His voice dropped into a raspy mumble, pulling you into another deep kiss that only made you hot.
He bit onto your bottom lip, preventing you to pull away from his hungry mouth as his hands roamed all over your clothed body, soon sliding under you pjs to find the warm skin.
âGod, youâre impossible, you know that?â You laughed, incredulous as you climbed into his lap, gliding your lips over his jawline to lick your way down to his neck, kissing and licking against the hot skin to hear the low moans right against your mouth.
âFuck, Y/N, you know just how to make me lose my mind.â His hands went to your ass to press you harder against his crotch where you could feel a slight twitch.
âTake this off.â You pulled in his shirt before he discarded it swiftly to the floor. âGood boy.â You smirked, making him laugh.
You resumed your ministrations, leaving a wet trail from his neck to his chest, licking a stripe over a hardened nipple to feel him tense up against you, a choked moan leaving his lips as he ground his hips against your core gently.
âShit, do that again.â His voice was airy enough to let you know the air had been knocked out of his lungs.
You repeated the motion, moving to his other nipple, making him moan again and grind harder against you, feeling his erection more prominently. Your lips moved over his sternum, gliding lower over the ridges of his abs, feeling the muscles tighten under your lips as the lewd sound spilled from his lips louder.
âGod, since when are you into body worshipping?â He was breathless enough to make you smile against his abs.
âSince I realize I fucking love your body as well.â You chuckled, running your hands over his biceps, down to his sides.
âGoddamn, Iâll need you to do this more often, please.â He pulled you into a bruising kiss as he started unbuttoning your pj shirt, pulling it off your body to reveal your naked torso.
In one swift move, he reversed your position, climbing between your legs to pull at your shorts along with your underwear. He didnât waste any time, dipping between your thighs to taste your dripping core. His tongue licked a long stripe up from your folds to your aching clit, making you sigh out a breathy moan. He started swirling his tongue around the nub, enjoying the way it made you tremble as his hands went up to cup your breasts, massaging them gently just to feel the weight of them in his arms.
âGgukâŚâ You moaned, pulling on his wrists.
âYes?â His tongue swiped between your folds again, swirling it right at your entrance.
âI need you, baby. Stop teasing.â You lifted your head to watch him with urgency and something inside you snapped at the way his eyes sparkled.
He undressed faster than youâve ever seen him before, rushing to resume into his position between your legs as he started pumping himself right against your core, sliding his cock through your folds to wet it with your juices, playing with his head against your clit just to make you moan at the sudden move.
âFuck, Y/N, when you moan for me like that it makes it harder and harder to leave every time.â He murmured against your lips as he slid inside your aching core.
âGod, JeonggukâŚ. Donât say thatâŚâ You sighed when he pressed your lips against yours, moving his tongue in the same slow rhythm as his hips.
The way he slid so deep, feeling the hardness against your walls, his tongue against yours, moving with such need it almost suffocated you when his moans started to get high pitched, mirroring yours.
You knew he was close. So were you, after being apart for so long, only FaceTiming when it was possible. Sexting didnât seem to satiate either of you.
âFuck, Y/N, you feel so amazing around me, baby.â He moaned and you felt him tense up, thrusting deep inside you as you fel the short continuous twitches inside you, signaling he came.
It only brought you to your high, feeling him relax into your arms and you clenched around him tightly as your orgasm washed over you with a shout of his name. It made him groan from the sensitivity but he didnât stop until you went limp under him. His lips found your again in a lazy kiss, not moving to pull out.
âI love you, Y/N.â
âI love you, too, Jeongguk. Now you need to rest, please.â You ran a hand through his hair, feeling him purr under your touch.â
âAnything you say, baby.â He lowered himself over your body, hugging you tight as his face pressed against yours neck, not wanting to pull out anytime soon.
âYou know, youâre heavy, right?â You grunted teasingly, making him smile.
âIâm not that heavy. Now sleep.â He shushed you.
And the pressure on your chest didnât really matter when you felt the soft puffs of air against your neck. It lulled you to sleep faster than you imagined.
idk if your doing requests at the moment,but could you maybe do something with any of the members for the people with praise kinks ? (aka me lmao)
ââââ đo good for me , h.h x reader
a/n : may or may not be inspired by recent irl experiences
his voice was buttery smooth, words dripping from his tongue. you were so blissed out you could barely understand what he was even saying to you. but every now and then you caught it and it made your pussy clench even tighter around his throbbing cock.
âsuch a good girl for me, yea? you like it when i fuck you like this donât you?â hyunjin teased, his voice momentarily distracting you from his ruthless thrusting.
you whined, your hips moving to help grind up against him, so close to your orgasm, dangling on the cliff you just needed the tiniest bit more of friction.
hyunjin grabbed your hips, holding them down for him as he slowed his thrusts to a stop, âcome on baby, be good for me, hold still.â
you whined and couldnât help the slight cry that came from the back of your throat, but obliged nonetheless. a smile spread across his face and immediately went back to his previous pace, not giving you anytime to even process what was going on before your breath hitched in your throat and you were loudly moaning again as your poor pussy clenched around his cock.
âthere you go, i know you can be good for me, doing so good. you look so pretty taking my cock, you know that y/n?â
you couldnât form words, just incoherent babbles as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, drool dripping from your lips. everything felt so fuzzy and unreal, felt like you were in a dream and the only thing you could feel was the utter bliss in your core. your hands reached down to grasp at hyunjins hips, gripping at anything your hands could find.
he smirked down at you, grabbing at your hand and placing it on his lower chest so your fingers could graze his abs, âso good for me baby, you gonna cum? gonna look pretty when you cum on my cock?â
âp-please please! iâll be good just make me cum!â you cried out, finally finding your voice to plead for release.
hyunjin didnât respond, just reaching a hand down to caress your cheek, a silent way of saying âcum for me baby, itâs ok, let go.â your vision went white, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your pussy clenched down around his cock, your release spraying out around him and soaking the sheet beneath your hips. your hips twitched, jerking up to meet his thrusts as your orgasm came over you in waves.
âyou look so pretty for me angel, such a good girl making a mess for me.â
a smirk tugged at the corner of hyunjin's lips as his eyes locked onto yours. He pushed himself off of the wall and stalked towards you like a predator stalking its prey.
"we have seven minutes, we should make the most of it. Don't you think?" he asked with a seductive and sensational tone.
my eyes enlarged at his words, a lump forming in my throat. I could feel the temperature of the room starting to get more and more hot.
"are you crazy? we're enemies!" i finally state, finding the right words. Hyunjin walked closer, backing me into a wall. He placed one hand on the wall, beside my head.
his voice suddenly turned low as he gazed into my eyes with desire and lust.
"who said enemies can't have sex? i want you. Right now." his eyes flicker down to my lips briefly then back at my eyes, his eyes silently seeking for consent.
a deep shade of rosy pink appeared on my cheeks, my heart hammering rapidly as he inches closer. I couldn't even utter a word. I look up at him, my lips parted without even realising it.
"you're taking too long..." he then captures my lips into a heated and passionate kiss, his veiny hands already starting to explore my body. He tastes like a mix of cigarette and mint.
i respond back eagerly, my actions contradicting to the words i said earlier. My arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer until there's no space between us. Our bodies flushed against each others. My tongue slides smoothly in his mouth as a soft moan escapes my lips.
hyunjin groaned in pleasure, his lips traveled to my neck, marking me with open-mouthed kisses and intense love bites that will last for who knows, how many months? he then broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting from his lips to mine.
he picked me up in a bridal style and tossed me onto the bed, already unbuttoning his shirt frantically. His shirt that was once on, lays discarded and forgotten on the floor. Hyunjin's hand slipped into my skirt and into my panties, feeling how wet and damp you are down there.
i let out a soft gasp and look up at him, my eyes fluttering shut.
"a-ah, hyunjin." i moan his name making his eyes darken even more.
he thrusted two fingesr inside me, curling both of them.
"that's right, baby... say my name... while i fuck you with my finger..." he breathes out, his hand going faster with every moan that escapes from my mouth. I let out a guttural moan as he hits my g-spot expertly.
"hyunjin... i... i'm close!" i cry out as i feel my climax building up, nearly reaching its peak. He smirked and went even more fast.
"then cum for me, let it all out." he said imperatively, encouraging me. I let out a loud moan as I finally cum. His fingers coated with my sticky semen. He brings it up to his lips and licks them clean.
"you taste luscious, baby.. but we're not done yet... we're nowhere near done." he then unbuttons my shirt and slides off my skirt and panties together. Hyunjin paused, running his tongue over his lips as he takes in the scenery. Me sprawled out on the bed, looking vulnerable and sexy.
"fuck... you've been hiding all of this from me, huh?" his control snapped and he unhooks my bra with practised ease and quickly latches his lips onto my nipple. Sucking it deeply, his tongue swirling over it.
i grip his hair tightly, another soft moan escaping my lips yet once again.. this feeling... his lips sucking my breasts. Fuck, i'm supposed to hate him... I'm supposed to push him away but this..? it feels so good..
his free hand rolled my other nipple between his fingers, pinching it and squeezing it lightly while his mouth leaves bites marks on my other breast. His lips then leave my nipples and drop down to my stomach, leaving soft kisses and bite marks, where only he can see.
he settles in between my legs, parting them as he stares at my exposed pussy that's dripping wet again... he dived in and starts eating me out with hunger and desperate need. Sucking on my clit while squeezing my breasts. I throw my head back in pleasure, guiding his head. I don't want this to finish..
he then looked up. "i need to be inside you.. raw..." he quickly pulled out his extreme long, hard dick that was already leaking with precum at the tip. "are you ready?" i bite my lip and nod courageously. "please fuck me hyunjin... i need your cock in me.." hyunjin's patience snapped and he thrusts into me, his hand lightly squeezing my neck as he pounds into me with every breath he took.
a guttural grunt escapes from my lips, my eyes rolling back. I felt like i was on cloud 9. My face showed ecstasy and pleasure. Hyunjin doesn't stop his pace. Instead, he increases it, going faster and faster until his dick is basically hitting my womb.
the room was filled with sounds of skin slapping, moans overlapping each others and more. He hits a particularly sweet spot which caused me to yelp due to the intimacy and stimulation. Tears of ecstasy starts to form in my eyes, my legs shake atrociously as I feel another orgasm coming.
"i- I'm gonna cum!" i shout and finally cum all over his dick. Hyunjin collapses on top of me, both of us breathing heavily and trying to catch our breaths. That was... Something. His dick stays buried deep inside me as he peppered my face with soft and tender kisses, contrasting with his earlier rough demeanor.
"you did so well... so tight for me.." he praised, placing another tender kiss on the tip of my nose, a soft smile forms on both of our faces.
synopsis: A simple evening with your best friend turns into something more.
contains: best friends to lovers, kissing, fingering, cum eating(?), piv, unprotected sex, finishing inside, pet names, praises, love confession, after care.
It all started as friends. You were inseparable since high school; sharing lunch, walking home, copying notes, and having sleepovers. It wasn't malicious for both of you, thinking it's not impossible to have a friendship like you and Riki have.
It was night, you two decided to have a drink since the midterm's over. You've been doing this together for years, it's your usual routine after school. He was sitting next to you, thumbs tracing circles on your knuckles, gaze locked into yours while you talked to him. You're used to this. You know him for too long to memorize his traits; listening intently, attention focused on you, his soft touches that you found comforting.
Yet this time is different. He was leaning closer, lips brushing on your pulse point, hands interlacing yours as he pinned them down on the mattress. You froze from the sudden pleasure he holds. He slowly sucked your skin, nibbling it gently before biting it hard enough to leave a mark. He did it a few times, each time turning you on more than you expected.
He pulls back suddenly, chest heaving as he looks at you with desire. Before you can react, his lips pressed on yours, fingers threading through your hair, tilting your head up as he pushed his tongue inside.
Your body melted instantly, lips parting to kiss him back. Without breaking the kiss, he shifted his weight on top of you, pressing you deeper into the bed. His hands slid down to your waist, gripping it firmly as he rocked his hips against yours. The feeling of his body against yours was new and intoxicating, causing you to moan into his mouth.
He swallowed your moan, one hand sliding up your shirt to squeeze your breast over your bra. His other hand went lower, unbuttoning your jeans. He broke the kiss to trail kisses down your neck, biting and sucking as he went. "Lift up," You lifted your hips instinctively, allowing him to pull your jeans and underwear down in one swift motion. He tossed them aside carelessly before kissing you again deeply. His fingers found their way between your legs, rubbing gently at first before increasing the pressure and speed based on your reactions.
He inserted two fingers inside you, curling them upward while his thumb pressed against your clit. Your back arched off the bed, and he smiled against your lips. "Shh, just let go," he whispered, adding a third finger. Your walls clamped around his fingers, and he felt you getting closer. "That's it... let me feel..."
His fingers pumped relentlessly, hitting that sensitive spot inside you over and over while his thumb worked tight circles on your clit. The coil in your belly snapped, your body trembling violently as you came hard around his fingers. He guided you through it, slowing his movements but not stopping, drinking in your moans. He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth to taste you.
"Fuck, you taste good," he groaned, sucking his fingers clean. He kissed you harshly, pushing his tongue deep into your mouth so you could taste yourself on him. His hands went back to your thighs, spreading them wider apart as he positioned himself between them.
He rubbed the tip of his cock against your slit, teasing you slowly. "Been wanting this for so long," he breathed against your lips, pressing the head against your entrance. "So fucking long." He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust to his size. Your walls clenched tightly around him, and he let out a low groan.
He leaned down to kiss you deeply as his hips started moving, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in. Each movement was calculated to hit deep inside you, his pelvic bone rubbing against your clit with perfect pressure. "Wrap your legs around me," he commanded softly, and you obeyed immediately. He went deeper, hitting that sweet spot that made your toes curl.
He increased his pace gradually, his hips snapping against yours in steady, deliberate thrusts. His hands gripped your thighs tightly as he watched your body respond to his movementsâthe way your breasts bounced with each push, the way your lips parted to let out soft moans.
"You're taking me so well," he praised breathlessly, his angle shifting slightly to grind against that sensitive bundle of nerves inside you. The pleasure was overwhelming, blurring the lines between your long-standing friendship and this newfound intimacy. He leaned down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking harshly while his hips maintained their relentless rhythm.
You gasped at the new angle, his length battering against your sweet spot. âKi⌠Feels so good,â You whimpered out softly, your arms wrapping around his neck to hold him close.
"I know, baby, I know," he cooed softly against your skin, his hips snapping harder to hit that exact spot repeatedly. He loved hearing you whimper his name like that. He buried his face in your neck, sucking another mark right over your pulse point as his arm hooked under your knee to push your leg higher, opening you up completely to him.
His thrusts became slower but deeper, each one drawing a shiver from your body. His hand came up to cradle your face, thumb brushing across your bottom lip as he watched you through half-lidded eyes. "Look at me," he whispered, his voice rough but tender.
You locked eyes with him, and suddenly it wasn't just about the physical anymore.
The eye contact made everything feel raw and intimate, every thrust carrying words they hadn't spoken aloud. He captured your lips in a tender kiss, his pace never faltering but somehow becoming more affectionate. "I love you," he breathed against your mouth, the admission slipping out naturally as if it had always been there between them. "I've loved you for years."
Tears welled up in your eyes at his confession, and you kissed him back fiercely, pouring all your unspoken feelings into it. You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him even closer as if trying to merge your souls. "I love you too," you whispered back, your voice breaking slightly. "Always have."
His eyes widened, then softened into something warm and vulnerableâa look you'd never seen on him before. His thrusts slowed to lazy, drawn-out rolls of his hips, savoring every moment. The hand on your face moved to your hair, fingers threading through the strands gently.
"We were stupid for waiting this long," he murmured, pressing his forehead against yours. He captured your lips in a kiss that was less about lust and more about pure devotion, his hips moving in slow, deep circles that made your whole body tremble. The intimacy was overwhelming, your heart pounding in sync with his. "Let me make you feel good," he whispered softly.
He reached down between you, his thumb finding your clit again while he adjusted his angle. You gasped sharply, your walls fluttering around him. His pace picked up gradually, determined to make you come again before he did. He could feel his own climax building but pushed it back, focused entirely on you.
"Come for me, sweetheart. Let me know when you get there," he murmured against your lips, his thumb rubbing faster, applying perfect pressure. He could feel your inner walls starting to clamp around him, your breath hitching. "That's it... let me feel you." The stimulation pushed you right over the edge. Your body bowed off the bed, a broken cry of his name tearing from your throat as your orgasm crashed into you. Your walls clenched rhythmically around his cock, pulsing violently as you rode out the intense waves of pleasure. He guided you through it, whispering soft praises against your temple. "So beautiful... you're doing so good."
Your orgasm triggered his own release. He buried himself deep inside you with a groan, his body shaking as he came hard, filling you with his warmth. He kissed you deeply, swallowing your moans as he rode out his climax, his hands gentle and caring even in the midst of intense pleasure.
As the last shivers of pleasure subsided, he stayed inside you, kissed you deeply and thoroughly, like he was pouring all his unsaid emotions into it. His hands roamed your body gently, not with hunger now, but with affection and something softer. "I love you,"
"I love you too," you whispered back, your fingers playing with the hair at his nape. You felt him softening inside you but he made no move to pull out yet. Instead, he just held you close, his weight supported on his forearms so he didn't crush you. The moment felt fragile, as if you spoke too loudly it might break.
He carefully shifted to the side, slipping out of you before pulling you into his arms immediately, tucking your head under his chin. He pressed soft kisses against your hairline, his hands rubbing soothing circles over your back. The silence between you was comfortable, heavy with the realization that nothing would ever be the same again. "We're okay?" he murmured softly. "We're more than okay," you whispered, shifting so you could look up at him. His eyes were so open, so unguarded. You traced his jaw gently. "You don't... regret this, do you?"
"God, no," he answered immediately, pressing a kiss to your fingers. "I regret every second we waited. Not this. Never this."
"Good," you smiled softly, snuggling back down against his chest. "Because I don't think I could handle you regretting making love to me." You blushed slightly, realizing how serious the words were. "I mean... you know. Having sex with me."
He chuckled softly, the vibrations rumbling through his chest. "Making love," he corrected gently, tilting your chin up to press a soft kiss to your lips. "And I could never regret anything about you. Not a single thing." He wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding you like you were something precious.
You nuzzled into his touch, your body molding against his. You'd always fit like thisâlike two pieces of the same puzzle. But now, knowing what you knew, every touch felt different. Every sigh. Every laugh. Like you were finally seeing him the way you were always meant to. As the night wore on, he found himself unable to stop touching you. His hands roamed your body reverently, like he was trying to memorize every curve, every freckle. He kissed you slowly, deeply, like he had all the time in the world and nothing else mattered.
a lot of people have been requesting ni-ki twt links so here they are!! pls look at the warning below and proceed with caution. also used riki instead of ni-ki incase people actually care abt that (hope you donât).. thereâs ur warning lol!!!
cw: links contain real porn, please watch with caution. mixes of soft and hard kinks <3
âŕż NISHIMURA RIKI LINKS
𦹠riki loves fucking older women just because he can show them that he may be younger and have less experience but his dick is big and he knows how to use it and use you.
𦹠riki loves loves loves tying you up. the thrill he gets from seeing you struggle while heâs fucking you. bonus if you have a blindfold on because it makes you more sensitive when he touches and sucks on your nipples.
𦹠when riki gets tired nobody knows why but he immediately gets horny. like riding him til he cums is mandatory before he goes to sleep, or else heâll wake up in the middle of the night and not go back to sleep (which isnât good).
𦹠engene have been trying to figure out rikis pre-show ritual for the longest time. to bad only you know what it is. how he his face in your ass while the others are practicing choreo.
𦹠riki using his long fingers to stretch you before you take him because he knows heâs big and he wonât ever shut up about it. all cocky and annoying. he just has to mention how cute you long split open in front of him, ass and pussy out for only him.
𦹠making out with riki is literally the best thing ever. he always knows how to make you cum off kissing alone. grinding on his all while his hands are at the back of your neck, pushing you more and more into the kiss, until it gets super deep.
𦹠when riki eats you out he almost immediately gets pussy drunk. not able to hold in his deep moans, because you just taste so good on his tongue. trying to hurry and get you to cum so he can lick you clean.
𦹠riki 100% has a breeding kink and you donât know how you never noticed. canât even mention the thought of MAYBE having a kid with him in the future because heâs immediately on top of you asking how many times you want him to cum inside and make your supposed dreams come true.
synopsis. jake is hopelessly, embarrassingly in love with his girlfriend. coming home after a long day of practice to find you asleep waiting for him only makes him realize one thing: heâll never get tired of being loved by youâand heâll spend the rest of his life loving you right back.
pairings. downbad!bf!jake x gf!reader
cw. tooth rotting fluff, jake is extremely downbad and head over heels inlove with reader like stupidly ^_^
âżđ༹âŹáŠ maliaâs note. I miss my future bf. n I wish it was downbad obsessed jake. :/
YOUR sweet boyfriend jake had come to three conclusions after dating you for almost two years. the first was that he loved you. the second was that he loved you very much. and the third was that perhaps loving you had made him a little stupid.
he doesnât think itâs his fault, really.
how was he supposed to act normal when his girlfriend existed?
he couldnât.
it was scientifically impossible to him.
his best friend, sunghoon, had once told him that the way he talked about you was concerning. even more, it got to a point that riki once threatened to throw jake's phone into the han river if he saw another picture of you as his lockscreen.
which was unfair, because ni-ki simply didnât understand art when he saw it.
everyone was simply jealous that he had the prettiest girlfriend in the world.
you were currently occupying every single wallpaper on his phone. his notes app was filled with things you liked that youâd casually mentioned six months ago: he was simply a man in love.
a very, very in love man.
but the thing about jake was that he never realized he was being sweet.
remembering how you take your coffee wasnât sweet, it was common sense. carrying hair ties in his bag because you always lose yours wasnât sweet either.
thatâs just what boyfriends do, donât they?
at least, thatâs what heâd always say whenever youâd point it out.
today wasnât much different.
practice had ended much later than expected and although jake had told you repeatedly not to wait for him, he shouldâve known better than to think youâd actually listen.
youâd sent him a text three hours ago saying:
iâll wait for my handsome boyfriend!!
i stole your hoodie btw.
ok i miss you :(
his favorite notifications were always the ones from you. unlocking the door to his apartment quietly, jake smiled softly at the sight before him.
there you were, curled up comfortably on the couch wearing his hoodie that looked far too big on you. your laptop remained abandoned beside you alongside a half-finished assignment and two empty snack wrappers.
youâd fallen asleep waiting for him. his expression softened almost immediately.
god.
you were so pretty.
he wondered if people would judge him if he cried at the sheer sight of his adorable girlfriend sleeping on his couch.
probably. he didn't care at all though.
placing his bag down quietly beside the door, he crouched down beside the couch to move a strand of hair away from your face. youâd waited all this time just to see him.
that thought alone made his heart feel impossibly warm. sometimes, jake wonders what he ever did to deserve loving someone as wonderful as you.
and perhaps more importantly, what heâd done to deserve being loved by you too.
you shifted slightly in your sleep, reaching instinctively for his hand the moment your fingers brushed against his.
ââŚjake?â you whispered sleepily, eyes barely opening.
âgo back to sleep, pretty girl.â
âyouâre home.â
he laughed quietly at the smile immediately appearing on your face despite being half asleep.
âi am.â
âI missed you.â you let out quietly.
three simple words.
three words that somehow still managed to make his heart skip a beat after all this time.
âi missed you more, pretty.â
âthatâs impossible.â
âis it?â he smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. âiâve been missing you since breakfast.â jake chuckled, his hand meeting your face as he cupped your cheek. you giggled sleepily at his response.
you laughed quietly as he sat down beside you, immediately wrapping his arms around your waist while you buried your head against his shoulder.
it was moments like these that made him realize heâd choose this life over and over again if he could.
he took a second to just look at your face, how could anyone be this beautiful? he thought to himself, "my beautiful girl..." he muttered under his breath, his thumb gently stroking your face.
coming home to you. holding you after long days. watching you fall asleep in his arms while rambling about your day.
âdid you eat?â you suddenly asked, looking up at him worriedly despite being half asleep yourself.
âi did.â
âreally?â
âyou know... 'cuz half a sandwich counts, right?â
you sat up immediately.
âSIM JAKE.â
âMY BABY IâM SORRY.â
he smiled helplessly as you began lecturing him about proper eating habits for what was probably the hundredth time this month. he wasnât listening particularly well, admittedly.
mostly because he was busy thinking about how pretty you looked when you cared about him.
perhaps he was concerning. because if loving you this much was concerning, then he had absolutely no intentions of getting better.
after all, you were his favorite person in the world. and jake thinks heâll spend the rest of his life making sure you know that.
every single day.
thank you for reading cutie. đ§I want a bf like this ts aint fair jake pls come into my life bai :/
(Don't like, don't read, tw for dirty smexy topics)
MDNI!
A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sx)
Honestly as much as I think he's a sweetheart and hygienic, I don't think he's doing much, if you can get up and go shower he's going with you, but if you just wanna wipe down really quick and sleep he's actually appreciating it.
Best naked cuddles EVER.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
On himself is definitely his hips and lips/nose. He's such a tease and is going to try to seduce you (even if you are already in a relationship).
On you tho is your lips and ass (obviously an ass boi). He loves to bite and suck on your lips and squeeze/slap your ass.
Make-outs with him are heavenly 'cause of that, full open mouth kisses with tongue and groping all over your body yas love it.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Will you guys judge me if I say that Heeseung is a bit dirty? He wouldn't do a mess of course, not like cum all over your hair and body and smear it all over your skin;
But he definitely cums inside and pushes it back with his fingers, slapping your coochie accidently splashing it all over the bedsheets.
(You didn't heard it from me but he would eat you out and then kiss you after he fills you up)
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
I would say that if he had a girlfriend willing to record and post porn he would do it, he loves to perform freakyness, so he probably would do it.
If don't, he would definitely with consent record you guys and jerk off on his studio.
Also, lactation kink bye
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
There's no records of him having a girlfriend (only childhood gf) but he definitely has hooked up some times, but I don't think much, he likes being on his own sleeping and playing games, but he knows shit I bet it.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
I'm a firm believer of missionary!Heeseung. Guys, eye contact and deep ass thrusting that you feel on your throatttttt. I'm wet.
Mating press and prone bone are his favorites too.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Guys, it's Heeseung, as much as he would try to be serious, sexy and hot, if anything mildly funny happens (like a sock being stuck on his or your feet) he would let a little giggle out. (So cute I wanna ride him).
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Sorry not sorry but I don't think he's caring a lot about hair.
Let's be realistic, it's not very common for Asian men/women to be completely bare down there, so if we being real, none of your favs are probably 100% bare.
But with Heeseung specifically, I don't think he's cares too much, not on him and not on you. (Heeseung bush lover who said that?)
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
As I said, it depends.
I think it would be very intimate but not romantic. You get me?
He's a very intense person, his gaze is so powerful.
Think about that man above you looking hungrily at your eyes. Bitch I'm wet?
You are wet/hard just with his staring and lip bites, and what about his hands?
He touchs you so softly and would speak so good in your ear. There's no way you're not falling in love with him.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
I think he does it in a form of stress relief, not that often, probably 2-3 times a week if away from you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Let's put a limit of three and some explanation:
Spit play: he loves to kiss, and there's no better way for him to kiss than a wet hot tongue kiss, full of lip bites and groans. He definitely opens your mouth and spits at it, looking you in the eye.
Not a kink specifically but Tits: it doesn't matter for him if it's small, big, muscular, fake, droopy, he's eating that shit up. He would worship your whole body so much (and not even on purpose, he's like that naturally).
Oral Fixation + Hands: again with spit mouth tongue shit bla bla bla.
Loves giving and receiving oral so much, would spend an hour between your thighs if he could and would love to be blessed with head.
Also loves to choke and being choked, loves when you suck on his fingers and would suck on yours if you put them near his mouth.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
His/your bed, couch, hotel, studio and car.
He likes comfort but also likes a little risk.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
I think the major start for him is making out, but he's easy to rile up, you could be washing the dishes with the most baggy clothes in the world and he would be like "Shit babe, stop teasing me like that".
So you by yourself makes him hard.
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
He doesn't want to badly hurt you, never. No KNIFE play, no hard slaps on your pretty face, no hard choking, no hard hair pulling, none of that.
Also not extreme body fluids (all tho i would love to write about piss kink with him.)
No humiliation and harsh words coming out of his or your mouth (only "fuck Heeseung you're so big).
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He loves that shit, if you have a posey or a deck you can bet he's hollowing his cheeks from suckin on you so hard, he moves his head more than his tongue and would love to stare right in your eyes.
On him tho, just give straight spit and throat and he's asking to sit down cause his legs turn into jelly.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Slow, deep and hard, digging that hole up.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
I don't think it's his favorite but would definitely do it to help you if you're too horny or if he's too.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Like I said, i think the most risky thing he would do is car sex and jerking off to your videos in his studio. But he's easily to convince if you want to fuck in the dressing room on a music show.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He does last long and would fuck you till you're satisfied, so 2 rounds maximum, cause at least 1 hour would be foreplay, really, he's that deep into you. (Literally).
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Ahhhh I don't think he would like to use it on you or you owning one but i definitely think he has a flashlight byee.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He's a tease, but not a mean one, he just likes to see how much you want him, to make you as hungry as he is for you, so even if you're aching for him and grabbing his dick yourself to put inside you, I think he's going to be like "calm down baby, let me kiss you before that".
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Moans. Just like he sings. And if you ride him, he's going to whimper.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He says "Open up angel". You open your lips and lay your tongue out flat, already expecting him to spit on your mouth.
He does it very slowly looking directly in your eyes and says "don't swallow it yet".
You wait for his next move as his big glob of spit drips from your tongue to your chin.
Only for him to catch it with his own tongue and suck on yours, going for a very hot kiss while the movie you guys were watching is long forgotten.
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
Again, let's be realistic, the average d size for asian men is like 11-13cm, not bad, it all depends on how you use it, buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut.
I think he's packing at least a 15cm not that thick, a little tan and very pretty tip type cock, please put that on my mouth NOW.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
I think it's normal, honestly, like 3 times a week?
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
Immediately.
Just kidding, like I said on A (aftercare), he cleans up, check on you and cuddle, and then immediately falls asleep.
Guys, after a long debate with myself and a feeling that i could share some of my thoughts with you guys, here it isssss. Let me know if you want more and more fics/headcanons. Put in mind that English is not my native language, and I don't know how tumblr actually works, so if you have any opinions or helpful information, I would really appreciate it, love yah!
⢠â stray kids x reader. ot8. established relationship.
⢠authorâs note: so i had this prompt in my list for the longest time and now finally i was hit with enough inspiration to write it for all eight of them lol. i have no idea if this qualifies as comfort or slight angst or what, but i hope you guys enjoy and as always i would love to read your thoughts on it<3
-Rafe finds out his friends are arguing on who can get with you first. based on this
-warnings: jealousy, possession kink, oral (F. receiving), rough sex, p in v, hair pulling, face grabbing.
-masterlist
It started as the only question that gets collage boys to sit straighter and actually think using their nonexistent brains, 'smash or pass'. The minute you get brought up, everyone starts betting on who can get you in bed and how they would do that, what they think you would like and basically everything regarding your sexual preferences, but the biggest concern was the question: "how they would get you in bed?" because they have tried, most of them have and they ended up with a bruised ego and face flushed from humiliation. You weren't easy, not stupid enough to waste your time with a frat bro who forgets your name the second you tell him, however you would never pass down the opportunity to lead them on and then randomly switch to humiliating them before they have a chance to ask you to go upstairs. Some of your friends say you take it too far, telling you you're going to a reputation for being bitchy, people already say how you are actually hard to get, but they just overcomplicate it. You aren't hard to get, you just need someone of your level.
Rafe Cameron stood quietly amongst the conversation, no one pointed it out because they guessed he wouldn't sleep with you because of your on going rivalry, but they were far from right, Rafe is closer then any of them could get in a 100 years from now. He acted like a boyfriend in private, stranger in public and with casual sex involved. It was perfect, enough attention for you but not too much to make you suffocate.
He was hearing enough, enough of what these lowlifes think would make you happy, but really they didn't give a shit about that, they were just listing their own desires and mixing you in there. He was losing his patience, didn't know what was worse, hearing them be extremely wrong or some actually listing stuff that you did enjoy. That's where he started worrying, what if you gave a chance to the guys that would know what to do with you? What if you forget about him then? What if you would happier with them? His palm was sweating, his leg was shaking up and down, he was running a hand through his hair, it falling back perfectly just above his eyes. He needed to see you now, forget about this, show you who can really handle you, pleasure you, be perfect for you. Rafe quickly got up, muttering some excuse about having to run errands while those degenerates kept blabbering about levels they cant reach. It infuriated him, knowing you could drop him for one of them anytime. He knows you would never, because whether you like it or not, you are his and he will prove it.
You hear a loud bang on your door, followed by other rapid ones, you roll your eyes, you were finally alone, thought you can catch up on studying. You open the door, Rafes tall figure filling your doorstep. He looks at you, eyeing up and down at your body while he has the most angry look on his face. His nostrils flare as he breathes heavily, still not saying a word, looking only at your eyes now. You groan impatiently, waiting long enough for him to talk.
"What?!" You say, annoyance filling your voice. He rolls his eyes, always unhappy with your attitude.
"Shut up." he says before stepping into your bedroom, cupping your face and locking his lips with yours, you immediately kiss him back, the action being familiar now. Without breaking this kiss he turns you around, closing your door as he pushes you onto the hard surface. He brings his hands to your thighs, hoisting you up as you straddle him. He walks to your bedroom and practically throws you onto your bed, making your brows furrow, he's being rough even before he starts and you are very much turned on by it, already feeling the heat in your stomach. He pulls his shirt off, kneeling on the bed and hovering over you to bring you into a kiss again, this time rougher, harsher, biting your bottom lips, making you let out a whimper.You can tell he was mad about something, and excitement filled you knowing he was going to take it out on you. He breaks the kiss to strip you only to your bra and underwear, placing a open mouthed kiss at your neck, trailing it down until he reached the hem of your underwear. He smirks at your flushed face and rapid breathing, but he wasn't going to give you what you want so easily, he reached lower, tilting his face to leave hickeys on your thighs, nose occasionally brushing your entrance, making your breath hitch.
"Rafe please.." you huff, patience gone. He breathes out a laugh, deciding to save the teasing for later. He lifts his head up, pulling your underwear down and removing them entirely, hovering now over your bare but very wet pussy. He pulls your thighs apart with his hands, holding you down. He licks up a trail from your entrance to your clit, then placing a open mouthed kiss, locking it down on your clit as he sucks, hard. You let out a loud moan, the sensations making your hips jump and subconsciously grind yourself onto him. He groans at your neediness, the vibrations making your hips jolt. Your shaking, hand reaching to grip the bedsheets as he eats you out like a starved man, tongue drawing circles on your clit as he continues sucking, your tensing, knowing your close and to no surprise he lifts his head up, noticing how your core slightly shaking and your breathing becoming more rapid. He climbs to you, bringing your lips into a sloppy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue as your wetness from his chin drops onto yours. He removes his remaining pieces of clothing, unclasping your bra in the meantime.
He traces your curves with his palm, bringing it back up to place it on your neck, distracting you with a kiss as he teases his flushed tip at your entrance. You whine, trying to push your hips against his, but he chuckles and he pulls back, deciding to tease you further
"Be patient." He says sternly, but you couldn't wait, he denied your orgasm and you needed another one now. You twist your in face in anger before an idea hits you, in one smooth motion, you wrap your legs around his, grabbing his forearms and turning him around so your straddling him, his hard dick rubbing perfectly on your entrance. Before he can process, you sink down to him entirely, the stretch and length making you moan in pleasure. Your hands are still pinning his forearms down as you start moving your hips up and down, slowly picking up the speed. He was confused, turned on and also kind of impressed on how you manage to flip his body around like that. Rafe groaned when you started moving faster, the sound of skin slapping and your moans filling the room. You laughed, rolling your hips when your sink down completely making him leave out a soft groan, still having him pinned.
"Look at you, ah fuck, who's in control now?" you laugh in his face, your mocking and attitude not amusing him on this particular day, your hips keep moving in a steady pace, before he overpowers you, freeing himself from your grip on his arms, grabbing you by your hips and flipping you around, moving you again and placing you on your stomach, ass up in the hair and face down to the pillow, a steady hand on your neck keeping you in place. Hes the one laughing now.
"Look at you, who's in control now?" He mocks and as soon as you open your mouth to insult him, he enters in you, burying himself to the hilt as he stars moving, hips going back almost entirely before slamming into you again, the pillow underneath you muffling out your moan. He repeats the same pace, slamming into you with slow hard strokes, teasing you. Your moans are barley audible, he moves the hand from your neck and grabs a fist full of hair, pulling you forward as your back hits his chest. He lowers his head, chin brushing your shoulder.
"I want to hear you."
He holds you flush against him as he moves, the short distance between you making him change his pace, going faster and deeper. The sounds of heavy breathing, moaning and skin slapping fills the room as he hits your sweet spot that makes you see stars. "R-Rafe I'm close.." You manage to let out in between thrusts and he hums in response, hips moving faster as yours do the same, grinding on him and matching his pace. In a few seconds you finally feel that wave rush over you, mouth dropping open and limbs shaking, you tighten around him, and that's the part when he always loses his control, his pace going uncontrolled and sloppier, forehead dropping on yours as he continues thrusting inside you, riding your orgasms.
You come down, panting, gasping when he pulls out ever so slowly, you flop on the bed , turning on your back to face him. He hovers over you, elbows propped on the bed, forehead against yours.
"I swear,- he says in between pants,- if you let anyone else ruin you, ill fucking kill them, got it?" You twist your face in confusion, his possessiveness becoming more frequent these days. He grabs your jaw with one hand, making you gasp as he hovers lower, lips inches away.
summary | Jungkookâs workout videos shouldn't be enough to change the way you look at your boyfriend, but you should have known that he has always been the exception to most rules, and now, youâre curious as to exactly what youâve been missing at the gymâŚ
pairing | gymbunny!jungkook x f!reader
word count | 3.4K
elements | blowjobs; sexual tension; lust;Â đ; shameless wanting; established relationship; gym Jungkook
author's note | Iâm meant to be working and from nowhere this idea came to me, so I just wrote it, I guess I had Jungkook on the mind heavy since the recent lives. This man is just too hot for his own good, istg. I wanted to wait for the weekend to post this as itâs pretty soon after my last JK fic, but I developed a guilty conscience at the thought of gatekeeping it, hehe! đ Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, and as ever, please excuse any errors I may have overlooked. This was written in one sitting with the quickest editing process I think Iâve ever undertaken! You can probably tell from the rush-job title, right?? đĽš
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Your heels hurry down the hallway, keenly seeking out Jungkook, where you knew you would find him working up a sweat in the home gym. Anticipation builds in you rapidly as you break into a slight run, impatience growing to catch whatever it is the rest of the world seemingly had developed a taste for lusting over.Â
Youâve been fantasizing about it since the first time you had caught sight of the snippets of his workout segments on those live vlogs. Watching your man as the veins bulged on his strong arms, chest flexing, those broad shoulders rippling as he pulls down the bars, and then of course there were the series of breathless grunts that should come with a severe warning label. Those were not good for your sanity.Â
And all the while, Jeon Jungkook had the audacity to look at the camera between reps with the cutest, widest, doe-eyed innocent look, as if he had no fucking idea how many panties were getting wet over his escapades. It was deliberate, you were sure of it.Â
Yet here you were, slacking off work where you would have been eyes-deep in a yawn-fest of corporate takeovers and contracts that managed to stretch out what could be said in a few simple bullet points to over a hundred needless pages of over-complicated words.Â
Now, surrounded with the smell of sweat, rubber and body spray, some adrenalin-pumping music drifting out of the speakers, you wonder if you had made the right call coming home early. You rarely came to the home gym, opting to go instead on outdoor runs in the fresh air at stupid oâclock in the mornings. You preferred the fresh air to being confined.Â
Only a couple of hours earlier, you had made the mistake of accidentally clicking onto Jungkookâs latest upload, some intense, high-tempo workout involving him in a vest that clung to the defined, toned expanse of his body as his handsome face sheened with the sweat of effort. Seeing that had been like a direct yank to your core, releasing some feral desire to bury your head between those lean, muscular thighs and see if you could bring out more of those delicious sounds from him.Â
You linger at the doorway for a beat, and already you can hear the sound of weights clattering, peppered with those sinful grunts every so often. You sigh, feeling the dull ache of arousal throb in your cunt. Slowly you enter, careful not to make any noise as your feet carry you towards the sound, knowing you would find him hard at it, headphones in his ear and definitely not expecting anyone, least of all you. You smile to yourself. This was going to be a surprise Jungkook would remember for a long, long time.Â
It isnât that you havenât seen him work out before, you had seen glimpses here and there, but you hadnât really paid it much mind. Distracted with work, your own scheduling, and not wanting to get in the way. You should have taken more notice.
Heâs on the treadmill when you see him, back to you, the machine only at a brisk walking pace. You smirk and watch him for a few seconds âwell, youâre really looking at his firm ass this time, while you try and restrain yourself from literally jumping on him. It wasnât often that you even really saw Jungkook during or even after workouts, your respective work and fitness schedule such that both your times didnât really orbit within one anotherâs âso this was a rarity. However, it was fast becoming apparent that you had in fact been missing out.Â
You remove your heels and place them at the side, before walking up behind him, the rubber flooring silent beneath your feet. Jungkook would likely not have heard you anyway, as you can see the earbuds in his ears. The treadmill quickens, and he hums. You smile, heâs so lost in his workout, in his own world that even without the earbuds he probably wouldnât have heard you anyway. Itâs adorable, and itâs sexy.Â
You want him. Bad.Â
Heat pools in you as you near him. You can already smell the scent of his skin, the saltiness of sweat mixed with the masculine, musky scent he wears. Every sensible thought abandons you as he increases his pace. Youâre close enough to really get a good look at him, see the sweat that darkens the fabric of his t-shirt, clinging to the muscles of his back and shoulders invitingly.Â
You stop and continue to observe him, almost mesmerised as you take in how his legs move in a relentless rhythm, effortlessly, and the muscles in his thighs flex beneath his shorts with every stride. Every so often, he exhales a puff of breath and drags a hand through damp hair that falls across his forehead when he runs.Â
You feel a little cheated at the unfairness, because you had definitely been missing out.Â
Then suddenly, as if he had sensed you staring, Jungkook turns. His eyes find yours immediately, and the corner of his mouth lifts in a smile of both surprise and amusement. You don't look away. His expression changes into something that only exacerbates your arousal, hungry and predatory. He reaches for the buttons on the treadmill and brings the machine to a halt, slowly easing off without taking his eyes off you.Â
You must look totally out of place, still dressed in your work attire of pristine white blouse and strict black pencil skirt, suit jacket done up with a single button and your hair pulled up tightly into a stylish chignon bun.Â
Jungkook reaches up and pulls out his earbuds, thrusting them into his pockets. âY/N,â he says, voice deep and edged with the last signs of breathlessness from exercising. ââWhat are you doing down here?â
Being asked the question so directly seems to put you at a loss for an answer, but before you can even attempt to claw one together, you see Jungkook smirk as he comes towards you. Heâs all hard muscle, glistening sweat and pure, dark eyes and unadulterated sin. Â
"Having fun?" he teases, biting the corner of his pierced lip.Â
The motion is immediately followed by the swipe of the tip of his tongue, and your knees weaken, raw lust cascading over you in uncontrollable waves. You gasp as he nears, a nervous giggle escaping you as he comes to a halt a mere few inches away from you.Â
âUh, IâŚâ you begin, your face reddening with guilt. âI had a free morning, so I thought Iâd come back home andââ
âAnd what?â he interjects, raising an eyebrow.Â
The small, curved barbell threaded through the outer edge catches the light in a sharp glint against his warm, sweat-dampened skin, The piercing always somehow makes him look even more dangerous when he's focused, all concentration and intensity, softening only when his gaze rests on you. Itâs just adding to his appeal right now, and you swallow, your throat suddenly dry.Â
Amusement registers in his eyes, and itâs as if he already knows exactly what you're thinking. The grin that appears is devastating. âItâs not like you to be lost for words,â he states teasingly. âSee something you like?â
You fold your arms, pretending to consider the question, but you have zero ability to withstand the sheer sex appeal of your man, most especially when heâs looking at you like that.
"I just came to say hi, let you know Iâm back," you finally manage.Â
Idiot. What would you say that for? Now heâs going to go back to his workout and leave you needing to vent under a cold shower while heâ
"I donât believe that for a minute,â Jungkook says, his attention entirely on you. "You've been standing there watching me for a good few minutes now.â
Oh fuck! Heâd known you were there? Youâre mortified now. The man must have eyes in the back of his head or something, or some crazy intuition levels. âHow did youâ?â
âYour perfume,â Jungkook replies. âYou think I canât smell you a mile away?âÂ
You actually laugh at that, he never failed to surprise you. âSo, you knew the whole time?â you say, narrowing your eyes. âThat means you were definitely doing that on purpose."
"Doing what?" he asks, as if butter wouldnât melt. "What am I doing? Iâm just doing what I always do, Y/N âworking out."
You gesture vaguely towards all of him. "You know exactly what you're doing."
He smirks dangerously in a way that usually means trouble for you. Jungkook moves in, reaching for a towel from nearby and mops the sweat from his face, his eyes never leaving yours. His breathing has deepened now, controlled but heavier than before. Something about seeing him like this, strong, focused, and completely in his element, makes it difficult to remember how to form coherent thoughts.
âMaybe I do,â Jungkook says, his voice low and husky. He throws the towel to one side with a flourish and within seconds, his arms snake around your waist and pull you to him. âBut you were loving it.â
Stunned, you look back at him, your mouth parting as if to say words but nothing comes out. You watch as his expression changes, the cocky teasing disappearing to be replaced with the kind of intensity he reserves for what he really wants. Your hands come up to rest on the firm heat of his chest as you feel his fingers splay over the small of your back. You feel so tiny in his arms, like a bird in the claws of a panther.Â
âKooââ you breathe.Â
âItâs nice to see you down here,â Jungkook murmurs, his eyes searching yours, his inked hand lifting to cup your face. âIâve always wished you would join me.â
You curl your fingers around his wrist gently. âMaybe I will next time.â
"Good," he says quietly, his thumb rubbing across your chin before travelling up to rest at the flesh of your bottom lip. âIâll hold you to that.â
You can feel the way youâre unravelling under his touch, even though heâs barely done anything at all. He hasnât even kissed you yet, and already youâre burning as if youâre covered in sunrays unprotected. A soft hum leaves you as he presses his thumb down onto your lip with the slightest increase of pressure, the way he did when he held you down on the bed, pinned beneath his weight, and fucked you senseless.Â
âI was trying to impress you, you know?" he confesses with a smile, thumb finding the corner of your mouth now. âI wanted you to want to be here with me.â
âYou must have wanted it badly,â you reply, voice barely above a whisper.Â
"I like you looking at me like that,â he says, pushing the tip of his thumb between your lips and onto the flat of your tongue.Â
You moan, succumbing to your need as your tongue swirls around his digit sensually. You hear how his breath hitches, and your mouth closes around him, sucking at him. You can see the switch inside him flick as he pulls your body tighter to him, enabling you to feel his arousal hardening against your lower belly.Â
You ease back a little and reach down between your bodies to palm over it over the fabric of his shorts as you nip at his thumb. He hisses, eyes onyx orbs that enthral you. Your hand climbs beneath his t-shirt, flexing against the skin of his abdomen, loving the heat and muscle of his body under your fingertips, feeling how he trembles when you go lower, fingers dipping under the waistband of his shorts.Â
âFuck, babyââ he gasps, reaching down to still your hand. âIâm all sweatyâŚâ
You tiptoe and steal a kiss from his stunned mouth, disengaging away his hand from yours to resume your journey into his shorts, emboldened by the way heâs reacting to you. âI donât care about that,â you tell him, kissing him again, open mouthed. âI want you.â
Jungkook takes your face in his large hands and kisses you hard, his tongue finding yours, pushing and probing into you. Meanwhile, your hand slides under the hem of his boxers, reaching in and making contact with the velvety smoothness of his stiff cock.Â
He moans into your mouth as your hand wraps around the base determinedly, stroking his shaft bottom to top, your thumb gliding over the head to rub in his the precum that beads out all over the tip. Your mouth waters as you pull back from Jungkookâs kiss, regarding him with an almost defiant look as you slowly drop to your knees where you stand.Â
âOh, fuck!â you hear Jungkook whisper raggedly.Â
You look up at him from where you kneel, hands working efficiently to free him from the constraints of his garments. Jungkook lifts his t-shirt, revealing his toned abs and giving you easier access as he stares down at you with glazed, lust-filled eyes. Moments later, his cock springs out, thick and wide and veiny, flopping up against his stomach as it stands to attention.Â
He had such a beautiful cock. Jungkookâs eyes close as your fingers curl once more round the thickness, your head coming forward, tongue outstretched to collect the glistening beads of precum that continue to seep from his slit. The hit of salt travels from the tip of your tongue all the way to the back of your throat as you lick at him, invoking one of the filthiest sounds you had ever heard Jungkook make to fill the air.Â
You canât hold back for even another second as you flatten your tongue against the thick column of his cock, sliding it all the way from end to end. Your tongue protrudes to trace the prominent vein at the underside in a line from base to cockhead, before your lips surround his cock and pull it slowly into the wetness of your mouth.Â
âGod!â he grunts, one hand flying to the back of your head and embedding itself in your hair, tugging at your bun firmly to keep you in place, his cock desperately searching for more of your heat. ââFucking hell, baby!âÂ
Your fingers stay curved around the base, pumping at him as your mouth works him simultaneously with deep, hungry sucks. You let his cockhead sit on your tongue as it swirls at him, swallowing down his precum, before he pushes his cock all the way into your mouth, enough that the tip hits the back of your throat. You fight to contain your gag reflex, insistent on delivering the best pleasure to him you could manage.Â
Jungkook moans as he throws his head back, fully immersed in the attention of your mouth on his cock. He even seems to forget his own strength as he grips your hair, pushing your head between his powerful thighs, your throat impaled further by his thick, leaking cock. His moans are deep and guttural, the way he growls your name primal and animalistic.Â
Your motions speed up, tongue flicking back and forth over his slit, more precum filling your tastebuds, his length throbbing in your mouth. Your eyes water as you bravely allow his cock to delve further into your throat with every surge into you, your arousal growing as you deepthroat him, gripping the base with one hand while your other hand works in tandem with your mouth.Â
Jungkook holds you in place with unrelenting strength, his groans deepening as he edges towards release. You cup his heavy balls, stroking at them as you suck, and it takes him to a whole new level. The hairpin in your hair comes loose under his vigorous jerking, causing your tresses to fall down your back. Jungkook wastes no time in fisting a handful, fingers digging in so deep they press by your scalp with a heady mix of pain and pleasure.Â
âFuck, baby,â he growls. âHow did you get so fucking good?â He grunts, shoving himself against you so you almost choke. ââIâm close!âÂ
You moan yourself, the intensity of Jungkookâs arousal increasing your own. The feel of the vibration of your sound sends him spiralling and he begins a series of filthy hot verbal as he pulls your hair, looking down at you working his cock.Â
âThis what you wanted, hm?â he breathes raggedly. âWant to taste my come? Want me to fill you up, baby, is that it?â
You hum your response, sucking harder and deeper at him, hands stroking him more firmly, lubricating at his length with your saliva. Youâre drooling now, his thick cock almost too much for your mouth to handle without choking, but you soldier on despite the ache in your knees.Â
âFuck, baby, Iâmââ Jungkook rasps, voice breaking as he groans loudly one last time, gripping at you so hard as he thrusts his cock so far into your mouth you whine in protest.Â
But he doesnât even hear it as his cock pulses and throbs, jerking against your tongue as thick streams of hot, creamy liquid bursts into your mouth, coating your tongue and finding its way down the back of your throat. You struggle to keep up with swallowing down each new wave as Jungkook thrusts into your mouth endlessly, moaning throatily as he empties himself into you.Â
The sight of you swallowing him down causes his legs to buckle as he moans, rocking his hips as he tells you not to stop. Youâre there for a good couple of minutes before finally heâs spent. You feel his cock twitch exhausted against your tongue, oversensitive as you lick every salty tang off him. You let his cock slide out of your mouth with a soft pop and he tucks himself away, before holding your hand and bringing you back to your feet.Â
His expression is wrecked, mouth still parted, golden skin coated with the sheen of sweat. He looks breathlessly stunning. You lick your lips with a smile, filling with pride that it was you who had brought this gorgeous Adonis to this state. He looks back at you with lowered lashes, and gives you a devastating, satiated smile.Â
âSatisfied?â he asks, eyes dropping to your mouth, watching carefully as you wipe at your wet lips with the back of your hand.Â
âMmhmm,â you say with a nod.Â
He draws you to him, caressing your cheek with long fingers. âI think I can better that,â he tells you, his dark eyes glinting dangerously.Â
One look at him standing there flushed from his climax, damp hair curling at his forehead, eyes shining and looking at you as if he could do a few hundred more rounds is enough to remind you how succeeds in seducing you so easily every single time.Â
A fresh wave of arousal overcomes you, but before you can say another word, Jungkookâs arms tighten around you and he lifts you up, hoisting you over his shoulder as if you weigh nothing more than a bag of feathers.Â
âKoo!â you squeal in a way that sounds more like excitement than a protest of any description. ââWhat are you doing?â
Jungkook laughs. âI hope youâre ready, babyâ he says. Your heart thumps as he carries you out of the gym and towards the bedroom. âBecause Iâm missing a workoutâ.â
᪠boyfriend!riki â keeping you filled during movie night
Movie nights with Riki were usually quiet, but tonight he had a very specific idea of how he wanted you sitting.
You were barely twenty minutes into the film when he shifted you onto his lap, guiding you down onto him until you were stretched full around his length. Before you could even react, his large hand settled over your hip, pinning you flush against his chest.
âDon't move,â he murmured into the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. âJust sit still and hold me.â
You tried to adjust, just a tiny shift to get comfortable... but his grip instantly tightened. His hand clamped hard around your waist, a sharp, warning swat landing against the side of your bare thigh.
The sudden sting made you gasp, your core clamping down around him involuntarily as he dug his fingers into your hip bone to lock you down. Riki let out a low, satisfied hum against the nape of your neck, his thumb lazily tracing your ribs.
âTold you,â he whispered, his chin resting on your shoulder with his eyes still trained on the TV over you. âBe a good girl and stay still.â
You forced yourself to freeze, every muscle locked tight even as the thick heat of him pulsed deep inside you. The stretch was relentless, his cock so heavy and warm it felt like it was branding you from the inside.
You could feel every ridge, every subtle throb as blood rushed through him. Your walls fluttered helplessly around the intrusion, trying to milk him even while you stayed perfectly still.
Minutes dragged. The movie played on, dialogue and music washing over you, but all you could focus on was the way he filled you so completely that even breathing made the pressure shift.
A tiny rock of your hips earned you another sharp slap, his palm cracking across the outer curve of your hip. Heat bloomed under your skin, and you bit your lip hard to keep from moaning as his grip forced your body lower onto his length.
Rikiâs free hand slid up, long fingers wrapping lightly around the your throat. Not squeezingâjust resting there, a quiet threat as he held your head back against his shoulder. His thumb stroked the side of your neck in lazy circles while his cock sat buried to the hilt, twitching every time your pussy clenched around him in response to the sting.
âYouâre dripping all over me,â he murmured against your ear, his voice rough and low. âMaking a mess on my lap and you still canât stay still.â
You whimpered. The sound was soft, needy. He answered by tightening his grip on your throat just enough to make your breath hitch, then releasing it again. The contrast made your cunt spasm around him. Another warning swat landed against your thigh, harder this time, the impact forcing a wet sound from where you were joined as he squeezed your hips tight against his.
Halfway through the movie you were shaking. Tears had started to gather at the corners of your eyes from the sheer frustration of being so full and not allowed to move. Every tiny shift earned either a harsh sting across your thigh or that grip closing around your throat until your head spun back against his chest.
Your legs trembled, hooked over his thighs. Your clit throbbed, neglected and swollen, friction grinding against the base of his shaft every time you took a shaky breath.
âRikiââ you finally whispered, voice cracking.
âShh.â His lips brushed your ear. âMovieâs not over. You can take it. Youâve been doing so well.â He squeezed your sensitive hip firmly, the pressure sharp in contrast to how soaked you both were. âLook at you. Crying already and I havenât even fucked you yet.â
By the time the credits started rolling you were a messâtears streaking down your cheeks, soft broken sobs slipping out every time his cock twitched inside you. Your hole was fluttering nonstop, trying desperately to grind down, to feel friction, anything. You were so wet that every subtle pulse of his length made filthy little squelching sounds.
Riki finally turned his head, dark eyes locking on your tear streaked face. The hand on your throat tightened just enough to make your vision blur at the edges.
âPleaseâplease, Riki, I need it, I canâtâfuck, I need you to move, please, Iâll be good, just fuck me, pleaseââ
That was all it took.
He shoved you forward so your chest hit the couch cushions, hips yanking you back until your ass was high and presented.
One hard thrust buried him to the root again, knocking the air from your lungs.
âR-Rikiâ!â you gasped out, your voice cracking as the sudden surge of pleasure shattered what little composure you had left.
Then he started poundingâdeep, brutal strokes that made the couch creak and the wet slap of his hips against yours ringing through the room. Every thrust dragged over that swollen spot inside you until your eyes rolled.
âAhâw-wait, Ki, itâs too muchâ!â you sobbed, fingers clutching at the couch cushions for leverage as your body shook under him.
âFuck, youâre so geedy,â he rasped, one hand fisting in your hair to keep your face pressed into the cushions while the other spanked you in time with his thrusts.
âSitting on my cock for a whole movie, dripping and shaking, and now youâre taking it like a good little slut. Look at you, youâre taking it so well.â
The friction was overwhelming, a relentless build of heat that coiled so tight in your lower stomach it made your head spin.
Every time he pulled back, the cool air hit your soaked skin for just a split second before he slammed back in, hitting that same sensitive mark with cruel precision.
Your fingers dug uselessly into the cushion beneath you, knuckles turning white as you tried to brace yourself against the pace, but there was no escaping him. He had you completely pinned, trapping all the sound in your throat until you were practically suffocating on the sheer weight of him and the intense, electric ache spreading through your entire body.
You came hard, sobbing into the fabric, walls clamping down in rhythmic pulses that only made him fuck you harder. He didnât slow. He chased his own pleasure with long, punishing strokes, balls slapping against your soaked folds, cock stretching you open on every drive.
When he finally buried himself to the hilt and came, it was with a deep, guttural groan. Hot pulses of cum flooded you, thick and endless, painting your walls until you felt it start to leak out around his length.
He stayed buried, grinding deep to push every drop further inside while you whimpered and trembled beneath him.
Only when the last spurt had left him did he lean down, lips brushing the shell of your ear, voice rough and satisfied.
âGood girl. Now stay full for me a little longer⌠weâre watching another one.â
summary: Movie night with your roommate takes an unexpected turn when Wooyoung accidentally chooses an R rated movie.
word count: 1.1k
warnings: unprotected sex, semi public sex
a/n: part 7 of the roommate series
Wooyoung always gets his way. He's the hottest guy on campus, of course he does. So when he demanded a movie night with you, you cleared your schedule.
You were timid, always busy with your work in the lab, or reading some kind of article. You looked cute and innocent to him, and as your roommate, Wooyoung wanted to spend some time with you. And after a lot of convincing, he finally was able to.
But this isn't what he had in mind.
The moans coming from the TV make you lose your train of thought. You play with your thumbs in your lap to distract yourself from the obscene acts playing out on the screen. Why did he choose this movie?
Meanwhile on the other end of the couch, Wooyoung grips the arm rest like his life depends on it. This was not the movie he picked. He must've gotten the title wrong, but it's too late. The movie started out normal enough, but that quickly changed when the male lead took off his pants. His bottom is completely bare on screen as he thrusts into the female lead on the mattress. He could turn it off, but he's too stubborn to admit he's wrong.
With the glow of the TV you can't see his flushed expression, or the way he bites his lips as the scene gets more intense. It wasn't the movie that stirred something in him, it was the fact he was watching something like this with you. It had him imagining doing those things to you and it was getting harder to hide how much the idea excited him. Wooyoung reaches over to grab the pillow you were hugging to hide his erection while his eyes were still glued to the TV, but misses and places his hand on your thigh instead.
Your eyes widen from the sudden contact, but you don't push him away. The two of you stare silently in each other's eyes as the sound of skin slapping and moaning from the TV continues. He swallows deeply as he looks at your adorable face, your chest rising and falling in anticipation of what he might do next. Wooyoung slowly closes the distance between the two of you, his gaze lowering to your lips, then to your chest. He notices how your nipples have hardened through your t-shirt and can't resist anymore.
"Do you want to try that? Or are you too shy?" He playfully teases, pointing at the TV. On the screen, the man continues thrusting while pinching the woman's chest so hard she cries. "I'm not shy. You really underestimate me." You say determined and he laughs. Instead of arguing more, you decide to show him and grab Wooyoung by the back of his hair, pulling him into a rough kiss. He groans in surprise, but quickly returns the kiss with just as much passion. His hands rest on your chest, his thumbs viciously rolling your hardened nubs.
You moan at the friction. "You're bolder than I thought, but can you handle this?" He challenges you, picking you up and carrying you back to your bedroom. He places you down in front of the large window and opens the curtains. "Take it all off. I want the neighborhood see my pretty doll and how good I take care of her." He says while taking a seat at your desk. "But Wooyoung someone could see." You protest. It was late, so that chances of that happening was low, but the idea of being caught had your head spinning anyway.
"Would that bother you? Because from here, it looks like you wouldn't mind being caught at all." He points at the way your thighs tightly press against each other. You whimper in response, taking in his shadowy form and the way he man spreads on your chair. Gathering all your courage, you peel your shirt off and toss it at him. Next, you discard your shorts and panties in one go. As you stand completely naked in the window Wooyoung admires the way you glow in the moonlight. While you're distracted looking for signs of anyone outside, Wooyoung strips and stands behind you, rubbing your heat with two fingers from behind.
The pressure he applies is soft and warm, heavily contrasting the thick hard feeling of his cock pressing into your ass. Your moans mix with Wooyoung's so loudly that you can't even hear the TV anymore. "Baby you're going to wake up the neighbors, is that what you want? To have them come out and see you coming apart on my fingers?" He asks casually as if pure sin wasn't spilling from his lips. You reflexively clench around his fingers tighter at the thought of being seen in this position.
"I had no idea you'd be into that, you're so cute I can't take it." He groans while turning you around to face him. He gives you open mouth kisses on your lips and neck while carefully pressing you up against the glass of the window. Lifting you up by the thighs, he wraps your legs around his waist, lining his tip up to your entrance. "If they want to come out and watch, we'll give them a show." You cry out as his thick cock stretches you out. "Baby not so tight, I won't last long if you keep that up." He presses his sweaty forehead against yours as he pants, giving you time to adjust to him.
Once you do, he plunges into you slow and deep. "W-Wooyoung..." You moan his name, unable to think of anything else. "Keep saying my name. Take it. My name, my cock, anything you want is yours." He thrusts faster into you, his brow furrowed, face flushed. "Tell everyone in the city who it is that's making you feel this way." His pacing becomes desperate, his name echoing off the walls from you in response. Soon after, you reach your peak, releasing all over his member. "I'm so close." Wooyoung growls, overwhelmed by the stimulation. It takes all the strength he has to pull out and settle himself between your thighs.
You watch in awe as he drags his slick cock in-between your thighs, coating them with his own release after a few thrusts. Afterwords, Wooyoung takes your hand and lays down with you on the carpet beside the window. "You're full of surprises. I'm very impressed." He says, pulling you into a hug. "And you have a unique taste in movies." You joke as he pulls you into another heated make out session on the floor, in the moonlight.
he canât bear it anymoreânot when youâre so tight, so warm, so perfect to breed. he has to get you pregnant, and heâs not gonna stop until until heâs certain itâs taken.
words: 3.1k
PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS! desperate whiny wooyoung, a LOT of whining. breeding, unprotected sex, cum stuffing i suppose, mating press, wet and messy, pregnancy kink sort of. heâs so desperate to get you pregnant itâs all he can think about. lots of cum and talk of cum. one slap of your breast.
title from switch it up - jayb & sokodomo. dedicated to @lovelyun
Itâs not unusual for sex with Wooyoung to end up like this.
Especially when heâs been away on tour, or busy with comeback preparationsâwhenever heâs not able to fuck you as much of often as he likes, this is the result.
Whiny. Desperate. Clinging to you; fingers digging into your skin, blunts of his nails pressed in deep enough to sting. Like heâs holding on for dear life; like heâs afraid that if he lets go, if he loosens his grip even a little bit, youâll slip away for good.
He was already half hard when you walked into the living room in a thin t-shirt, the fabric a little tighter around your tits and hips, nipples visible through the white cotton. Heâd started getting hard on the car ride home just from the thought of you; the thought of how pent up he knows you are after days without him, how desperate you must be, how easy itâll be to make you come undone and everything heâs going to do to get you there. Heâd spent the whole journey with his bag on his lap, trying to hide the imprint of his hardening cock against his sweats in case the taxi driver decided to glance back at him in the rearview mirror.
Fuck, he shouldâve worn underwear, but he knows you prefer it when he doesnât, especially in those sweats. He hadnât really thought about how difficult that would make it to get home; hadnât remember how fucking easy it is for him to get hard over you.
When he entered the apartment, when you walked through to greet him, his dick was already straining the fabric of his sweats. The sight of you, the way your shirt clings to your body, your bare legsâit took him the rest of the way. He felt the beads of precum leaking from the tip as you padded across the floor over to him.
Fuck, he needs you bad. He wasnât even half this bad when he met you; he was far from low libido, but you just bring something out in him thatâs entirely new.
âHey,â you smiled. âMissed you.â
He didnât even reply. Couldnât reply; the moment your hand was wrapped around his wrist, pulling him towards you, the moment he got a whiff of your scent, the body wash you like to lather over yourself and a hint of your natural sweetnessâhe couldnât do anything but pounce.
He barely got you to the bedroom. He didnât even get your shirt all the way off; just yanked it up so your tits were exposed, so he could watch the way your nipples hardened in the cold air, how the skin reddened when he smacked lightly at your breasts just to watch them move, so he could feel the warmth when he grasped them in his hands. He managed to pull it over your head, but neither of you thought to pull out your arms, so now itâs sitting there, leaving you entirely exposed while he fucks you open.
By the time heâd pulled his dick out the front of his sweats had darkened, spots of wetness seeping through the light grey fabric, precum already smeared over his tip, He didnât take them down, just pulled them far enough to get out his cock and got to work.
Your pussy was already wet, of course, just as he knew it would beâstill he was kind enough to spit down onto your hole, a little more onto his fingers, smearing his saliva across your clit just to get you a little more needy for it before he finally sunk himself into you.
Wooyoung is thick, a little longer than average, and even with your pussy leaking and weeping for him like it often does, it took a bit of effort to get himself all the way inside. When he finally got himself in, when your hole was finally wrapped around his shaft, about halfway down, he yelled. The pressure, the pleasure was dizzying; the way you clung to him like you couldnât handle him, like your poor little pussy didnât know what to do with something his sizeâit was too much. Fuck, he had to close his eyes, squeeze them shut, dig his fingers into the skin of your hips to ground himself to avoid cumming before heâd even bottomed out.
He couldnât handle it. The way you were respondingâpussy leaking and clenching around him at the same time, so incredibly tight despite how needy and sloppy is already was for him; your cry, strangled and dizzied, when he sunk into you, your small, desperate whimpers as he continues to push insideâit almost pushed him over the edge. If he hadnât closed his eyes in time to avoid the way your eyes widened, lips parting and shiny with drool as you tried to adjust to him, he knows he wouldnât have been able to stop himself.
Now, finally, heâs bottomed out, dick all the way inside, pressing against your g-spot, slamming into it with every thrust. His brows are furrowed, pupils blown, sweat sticking to his forehead and dripping from his chin. His grip is iron, fingers digging into your hips, holding onto the skin like a lifeline; you know thereâll be bruises later, littering the expanses of your hips and waist, but you donât care. It wouldnât be the first time for either of you. You wear the marks he leaves, and he wears yours, like a badge of honour.
Heâs going hard, rough, thrusts one after the other, so fast even he can barely keep up. Heâs almost crying, you can tell; see the tears brimming in his eyes, hear his whines and gasps like heâs trying to keep himself together. âFuck,â he hisses. âFuck, youâ baby. Oh my god.â
âWooyoung,â you cry. âYouâ feels so good. So deep, Woo, how are you so fucking deep?â
âI know,â he says. His hand moves from your hip to your tummy, pressing down, running across the expanse of your skin. âIâm in here,â he grunts. The pressure of his hands increases, pressing down right where his dick is stuffed all the way inside you and pressing against your spot. âDo you feel it?â
You nod, whimpering, and he groans, a sharp, strangled sound from the back of his throat. âTell me you feel it,â he says, and fuck his voice sounds so raw, so affected, the way you sound when youâre all fucked out and begging him for release. âPlease, baby, tell me.â
âI feel it,â you say. âWoo, I feel it. Youâre so deep inside me, youâre so big, it hurts.â
He pushes down a little harder, making you sob, then his hand moves back to its place on your hip, holding onto the skin, fingers digging into it again.
âMore,â you breathe, voice barely a whisper, need and desperation evident in the tone. âWoo, please. Need more.â
âFuck.â
He canât ever say no to youâyou both know that. He could be at the very edge of what he can do, at the very edge of collapse, and if you looked up at him with those wide, loving, fucked our eyes and begged him for more, heâd give it to you.
And like thisâwith your pussy crying for him, tensing and spasming around his shaft, sucking him in, your body begging for him without wordsâheâs pretty much a dead man walking.
He canât fucking take this. He doesnât remember you ever being so tight and warm and wet. He knows you have beenâyou always areâit must just be the days, weeks even that heâs gone without having you like this, the compounded need and relief of finally having your cunt wrapped around his cock.
Heâs going to break. He knows it. But he hasnât given you nearly as much as he intends to yet.
His head dips, the pressure of his hands on your hips increasing, like heâs struggling to hold himself up now. His hair is sticking to his forehead, breathing laboured, whimpers getting louder and hotter and more guttural. His thrusts are speeding up too, getting harder, but the precision and control of them is slipping; the more he fucks you, the tighter he clings to you, the sloppier and messier his movements inside you get.
Your legs wrap around his waist, feet interlocking with each other against the small of his back, locking you in place. You push your hips up, pressing yourself closer to him, pulling him in deeper; your hands reach out to grab his shirt, curling the material around your fists then moving up to hold onto his shoulders, then his neck, then a fistful of his hair in one of your hands while the other grips his forearm. A harder thrust, sharper, makes you squeal, head thrown back, your face wet and flushed and blotchy with tears.
Wooyoung looks up, finally, meeting your eyes, and the sight of your face, so dumb and desperate and high on what he's giving you, makes his dick pulse inside you, legs almost giving out just from the sight of you. His dick is so fucking sensitive now, strangled by your cunt, hardly able to move in and out of you but unable to do anything but go harder and faster and messier. Heâs fairly certain youâve creamed already, probably more than once; heâs felt your cunt spasming around him, heard your cries grow sharper then settle back into softer whines and sobs, and he feels the stickiness leaking out of your hole around his cock. He wants to cum too, so fucking badly, but he canâtâ
Fuck. Fuck. The image hits him like a vision, a spiritual experience, something solid against his chest. The way youâre clinging to him. He knows heâs not going to pull out, wonât be able to, he rarely does with you; knows that when he cums, when he finally allows himself to break, it will be with his dick pressed up against your g-spot, the cum filling up the deepest parts of you. He wishes he could cum directly into your womb; heâs said that to you before, and when youâre stuffed full of him and begging him to fill you up, you have on a few occasions cried for him to stuff your womb with cum. To get you pregnant.
He wants to do that now. He wants it so bad he could cry; wants it so bad itâs all he can think about. And with the way youâre squeezing him, milking his cock with your cunt, it seems like you want it too. Your body wants it, at least.
âBaby,â he hisses. âIâŚâ
He leans down, closer to you now, face inches from yours, close enough to see the tiny details of his face and feel his breath against your skin. You grab a handful of his hair, gentle but desperate, and pull him closer to you. Your breaths are short and shallow, words whispered, like a prayer meant only for him. âYou what?â You breathe.
He grunts, chewing on his lip, hips bucking just at the thought. âI want to get you pregnant,â he hisses, voice cracking on the final syllable and slipping into something more like a whimper. âPlease, baby. Let meâŚâ
You cunt clenches at that, at the image; your hips buck upwards and you pull his head down further, closer, until his lips are on yours. He freezes, just for a moment, then melts into it, tongue pushing past your lips and into your mouth, hands cupping your face with the same pressure and fervour theyâd had on your hips. The kiss is wet, rushed, messy; loving and hungry at the same time. He groans into your mouth, his hips bucking, skin slapping against yours, then pulls away. âTell me I can,â he says. âTell me I can knock you up. I need to knock you up.â
âKnock me up, Wooyoung,â you say. He rewards you with another, sharper thrust that nearly makes your vision white out. âPlease. Put a baby in me. Need a baby in my tummy, Woo, need to be all swollen with it.â
âShit,â he grits out. His hands are on your shoulders now, pushing them down and pinning you against the bed. His eyes are wild nowâcrazed. âYou need it,â he says. âFuck, baby, you need it, right?â
âNeed it,â you repeat. âI need your baby, Woo, itâd be so cute, right? Weâd have such a cute baby.â
âFuck, donât talk like that.â Wooyoung feels lightheaded, his entire body buzzing with need, toes curling into the sheets. He slows down just enough to think a little clearer, thrusts lazier while he strings his words together. âBaby, put your legs up. I wannaâ I wanna press it all the way in. Need to press my cum all the way inside, right in your little womb, okay?â
He stops fucking you for a moment, still stuffed inside, then adjusts. He sits himself up, straightening up from where he was leaning over your; his hands grip your legs, still wrapped around his waist, keeping them there as he moves. Then he pushes your legs forwards, gently, so your knees are pushed towards your face, legs spread, calves pressed against your thighs and your thighs pushed back untilâ
âYeah,â he grunts. âThatâs perfect.â
You know this position; remember how it feels, how it allows him to get so much deeper and stay there, how his cum stays stuffed inside you after he pulls out, your ass raised a little off the bed.
He starts to move again, but he doesnât ease you into it; canât, at this point, when youâre spread out so invitingly, your pussy pulsing around him at the realisation of the position heâs put you in, your entire body so vulgarly displayed beneath him, at his mercy, a present only he gets to unwrap. Soon enough, heâs slipped again, the thrusts sloppier, messier, the control heâd managed to cling to for all of a second, just long enough to adjust you the way he wanted you, now evaporated. His hands find your waist now, holding you tight whilst he slams himself into your spot over and over like heâs chasing something.
His moans are soft, breathy, whiny, getting louder as he gets closer and closer to the edge. He canât stop thinking about it, picturing it; you, knocked up, carrying his child, looking so perfect and pretty and used. His cum in your cuntâfuck, if he could keep his cum inside you every fucking day he would. Heâd fuck you every morning before he goes out, unload inside you, slide your pretty panties over your pussy to catch any seed that tries to escape. If it starts to leak heâd make you push it back inside, or gather it on his finger and make you lick it off. Then heâd fuck you again, before bed, hard and rough, until you fall asleep with bruised hips and smarting skin and a belly full of cum.
Heâs going to get you pregnantâhe doesnât fucking care anymore. As he pushes towards his orgasm he knows for a fact, no doubt, that heâs going to do it; that he has to do it, or heâs going to shatter. Itâs like a compulsion now, a need as much as eating or sleeping or drinking. He needs to get you pregnant and see you pregnant and know your belly is round and swelling because of him.
He doesnât realise how loud heâs being; doesnât realise the loud, whiny moans filling the air and drowning out the sound of his skin slapping against yours is him. Fuck. Is he always this fucked out when heâs trying to cum? Is he always this⌠pathetic?
He doesnât care. If pathetic is what he is when he fucks you full, when he fills you up, when he feels your perfect cunt squeezing his dick like this, then fuck it, heâs pathetic. Heâll wear that badge with pride if itâs for you.
His orgasm comes quickly when he stops resisting; when he finally allows it to overtake it. He feels it in his entire body, in his fingers, his toes, every inch of him. It starts and doesnât seem to stop; you feel your tummy filling up, warmth spreading through you, Wooyoungâs hands heavier and grip tighter, his strangled gasps and choked sobs as he keeps fucking you through it, like heâs trying to milk every last drop of himself out and into you. Heâs saying something, somewhere between grunting and wailing; words you canât quite decipher but understand entirely.
Youâre going to get pregnant, tonight. Heâs not stopping until you do. Heâs gonna fill you up over and over and you canât take anymore; until youâre so full of his cum that he canât even fit his cock in there.
His hips rock back and forth, pushing the cum in deeper as it comes out.
And then he stills. His grip loosens just a little bit. He slumps slightly, catching himself in time, breathing heavy and laboured. His dick twitches inside you, still hard, but no longer moving.
âStay still,â he says. His voice is raw, hollow, as though heâd been screaming and screaming and screaming until he lost it. âKeep your legs there. Helpsâ it helps it to take.â
âTake?â You repeat. You feel dazed.
Wooyoung nods. âMy cum. If you keep your legs there itâll help you get pregnant. Hold them there. Please.â
Fuck, he really⌠he really wants you pregnant. Like, actually pregnant. You pull him closer to you, pressing your lips together. This time the kiss is gentle, soft, none of the desperation of before but all of the feeling.
Wooyoung is massaging your legs, rubbing the backs of your thighs with enough pressure to feel it in the muscles; trying to keep the blood flow going, to stop you from losing the feeling in your legs with the strenuous position heâs holding you in. âDoing so well,â he murmurs into your mouth. âAlways so good, so pretty, gonna be such a good mom. Wanna give you a daughter.â
âPlease,â you breathe. âWant it.â
âGood.â He sits back up, pushing the hair out of his face, staring down at you with a small smile.
You know that smile. Thatâs a smile that says youâre not doneânot even close.
âYouâre probably pregnant now,â he says. âBut we have to be sure. And weâre not stopping until weâre sure.â
You donât reply. Just watch as his smile widens, as his hands move back to your hips where theyâd been before.
âIâm gonna fuck you again,â he says. âIâm gonna breed you over and over, until the cum is spilling out of you. Until you have my baby. Until youâre carrying my seed inside you all day, every day, for nine months. Okay?â
You donât answer. You donât need to; he knows you well enough to read your reaction.
And even if he didnâtâyour pussy speaks for itself. The way it clenches around him says everything youâre too fucked out to voice.
genre: angst, hurt w/comfort (i'm not a monster cmon), established relationship, nonidol!au
word count: 10.7k
warnings: no use of y/n, mentions of alcohol, miscommunication (again!), possessive!wooyo, soft dom!wooyo, also whiny wooyo, pronebone!!!!!, praise kink, make up sex, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap!), p in v, mating press (kinda), multiple o's, fingering, oral, felching, breath play, spit play/spit as a means for lube, creampie, cockwarming, slight choking (?), mutual masturbation, body worship, breeding kink (mentioned like once tbh), a little bit of edging, emotional sex (he cries, her kitty did too), overstimulation / lmk if i missed any!
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author's note: based on this request! i lowkey went overboard and got carried away with the makeup sex but who's going to complaing if their steak is too juicy and the lobster too buttery, yk? :p i hope you enjoy this my love @moilele <333
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The key turns in the lock at 1:47 AM. Youâve been staring at the clock for so long the numbers have burned into your vision, following you even when you close your eyes. The candlelight dinner you prepared hours ago has congealed on the table, the wax from the candles having melted into sad, misshapen puddles.
When Wooyoung stumbles through the door, the smell hits you firstâsharp, medicinal, unmistakably alcoholâbefore you even see his face. Heâs loosening his tie with one hand, the other gripping the doorframe for balance. He tries to toe off his shoes and only manages to get one halfway off before giving up. He lets the other one fall with a thud, then drops his battered work bag into the hallway, not caring if it blocks the door or if either of you end up tripping over it later.
âHey,â he mumbles, not quite meeting your eyes. âWhat are you doing still awake?â
You donât answer immediately. You just watch him, this man who hasnât texted you in nine hours, who left you sitting here with a heart that sank deeper into your chest with each passing minute. The silence stretches between you, taut as a wire.
âYou didnât answer your phone,â you finally say. Your voice comes out steadier than you expected, a calm that doesnât match the storm inside.
Wooyoung blinks, processing your words through the alcohol fog. âSorry, we were out at the bar. The projectâŚâ He waves his hand vaguely. âIt went really well. Everyone wasââ
âCelebrating,â you finish for him. Your eyes drift to the table behind you, the two plates still set with the meal you spent three hours preparing. The anniversary cake you ordered sits untouched in its box, the words âOne Yearâ now barely visible through the condensation thatâs gathered on the lid.
It hits you then, with a clarity that makes your stomach drop. He doesnât remember.
âLook, I know Iâm sorry that Iâm late again,â Wooyoung says, finally noticing your expression. âThings got crazy at the office. You know babe, the promotion, itâsââ
âDo you know what day it is?â you ask quietly.
He frowns, clearly trying to think through his drunken haze. âUhh Tuesday?â
The silence that follows is deafening. You watch the realization slowly dawn on his face, the way his eyes widen slightly, the way his mouth opens then closes without sound.
âShit,â he whispers. âOh fuckâŚâ
âYou forgot our anniversary.â Itâs not a question.
âI didnâtââWooyoung runs a hand through his hair, his movements still uncoordinated. âThe project deadline was today. Weâve been working toward this for weeks, you know that. And then everyone wanted to go out, and I couldnât justââ
âCouldnât just text me? Couldnât just call to say youâd be late?â Your voice rises slightly, despite your efforts to keep it steady. âI sat here for hours, Wooyoung. I thought something happened to you. I called your friends, hell I even called your office phone.â
âIâm fine,â he says, and thereâs an edge to his voice now, defensive. âIâm right here. Everythingâs fine.â
âEverything is not fine.â You stand up, needing the distance between you. âYouâve been working non-stop for weeks. You come home exhausted, barely speaking to me, and now you canât even remember our anniversary?â
Wooyoung sighs, the sound heavy with exhaustion and frustration. âIâm doing this for us, you know thatââ
âStop,â you cut him off. âStop saying that. Iâm not asking you to quit your job, Wooyoung. Iâm asking you to be present. To remember that I exist when youâre not at work.â
He looks at you then, really looks at you, and for a moment you see the man you fell in love withâthe one who used to notice when you changed your hair, who used to call just to hear your voice. But then his expression hardens again.
âYou donât understand the pressure Iâm under,â he says, his voice tight. âThis isnât just about me. Itâs about our future.â
âOur future?â You let out a humourless laugh. âWhat fucking future? I barely see you anymore. When was the last time we had an actual conversation that wasnât about how tired you are?â
âIâm trying to build something for us.â
âNo, youâre building something for yourself and calling it âusâ to make yourself feel better.â The words spill out before you can stop them, raw and honest in a way that makes your chest ache. âI feel like you only love me when itâs convenient for you. When you have the time and energy.â
Wooyoungâs face darkens. âThatâs not fair.â
âIsnât it?â You step closer, needing him to see, to understand. âWhen was the last time you asked how I was doing? When was the last time you noticed anything about my life that wasnât directly related to yours?â
âIâm under a lot of stress right now, baby.â
âWeâre all under stress, Wooyoung. Thatâs not an excuse to disappear on your girlfriend.â
The room falls silent. Wooyoungâs shoulders are tense, his jaw clenched. You can see the exhaustion etched into every line of his face, the dark circles under his eyes that have been there for weeks. Part of you wants to reach out, to comfort him, but the hurt is too fresh, too deep.
âIâm doing my best,â he says finally, his voice quieter now. âIâm trying to balance everything.â
âYour best isnât good enough.â The words hang in the air between you, sharp and painful. âNot when your best means I spend our anniversary wondering if youâre lying dead in a ditch somewhere because you couldnât be bothered to send a text.â
Wooyoung flinches. âThatâs notââ
âDo you have any idea what itâs like?â Your voice breaks. âTo sit here, watching the clock, imagining all the worst possible scenarios because the man I love canât remember I exist?â
âI do remember you exist,â he says, and thereâs frustration in his voice now. âI think about you all the time. Iâm doing all of this for you.â
âFor me?â You laugh, the sound hollow. âThis isnât for me, Wooyoung. I never asked for any of this. I asked for you. Not this stressed-out stranger who comes home at midnight and falls asleep on the couch.â
Heâs silent for a long moment, and you can see him struggling, the alcohol and exhaustion making it hard for him to find the right words. When he finally speaks, his voice is strained.
âMaybe this is the real me,â he says. âMaybe this is who I am now and you just donât like what you see.â
The words hit you like a physical blow. You take a step back, your breath catching in your throat. You shake your head, denying the words that came out of his mouth.
âThatâs not true,â you whisper.
âIsnât it?â Wooyoungâs voice rises, matching your earlier statement, fuelled by frustration and alcohol. âBecause it seems like nothing I do is ever good enough for you. Iâm either working too much or not making enough money or not paying enough attentionââ
âIâve never said that.â
âYou donât have to say it. I can see it in your face every time I come home late. Every time Iâm too tired to talk.â He runs his hand through his hair again, the gesture agitated. âMaybe you should just find someone who can give you what you want, since apparently I canât.â
The silence that follows is absolute. You stare at him, unable to believe the words that just came out of his mouth. Wooyoung looks just as shocked as you feel, his eyes widening as he realizes what heâs said.
âWait⌠shit no thatâs not what I meantâŚâ he starts, but you cut him off.
âYou want me to leave?â Your voice is barely audible.
âNo, I didnât meanâŚâ Wooyoung takes a step toward you, but you back away. âIâm sorry, Iâm drunk and exhausted and I didnâtââ
âYou meant it,â you say. Thereâs no anger in your voice now, just a deep, bone-weary sadness. âMaybe not all of it, but part of it.â
He doesnât deny it. The silence stretches between you, filled with everything thatâs been left unsaid for weeks.
âI need to be alone,â you say, your voice barely above a whisper. The words hang between you, a barrier neither of you has the strength to cross. âI canât do this right now.â
Wooyoung opens his mouth to respond, but youâre already moving, already turning away from the wreckage of your anniversary night. You donât look back as you walk down the hallway to your bedroomâthe bedroom that was supposed to be shared, not a place of retreat. The door clicks shut behind you with a finality that makes your chest ache.
In the darkness of your room, you press your back against the door and slide down until youâre sitting on the floor. Your shoulders shake with silent sobs you refuse to let him hear. The anniversary card youâd written him earlier sits on your nightstand, the words inside now feeling hollow and foolish.
Time passes. You donât know how long you sit there, but eventually, you stand on trembling legs and change into your sleep clothes. The bed feels too big, too empty. You lie on your side, staring at the empty space where Wooyoung should be, and wait for sleep that doesnât come. An hour passes. Maybe two. Your anger has cooled to a dull ache in your chest, but sleep still eludes you. Finally, you slip out of bed, needing water, needing to move.
The living room is dark except for the faint glow of the streetlights filtering through the blinds. And there he isâWooyoung, slumped on the couch, still in his work clothes, one arm thrown over his eyes. Even in the dim light, you can see the tear tracks on his face, the dark stain on the cushion beneath his cheek.
Your heart constricts. Despite everythingâdespite the anger, despite the hurtâyou still love him. You still care.
You move silently to the kitchen, filling a glass with water and grabbing the bottle of aspirin from the cabinet. Your movements are careful, deliberate, as you place them on the coffee table beside him. You donât wake him. You donât say a word.
Instead, you stand there for a moment, watching the rise and fall of his chest. Even in sleep, his face is troubled, his brow furrowed. You want to smooth the lines away, to tell him everything will be okay. But you canât. Not yet.
So you do the only thing you can. You take care of him, silently, the way youâve always done. Because even when he forgets, even when heâs lost in his own world of stress and ambition, you remember. You remember the man you fell in love with, the one whoâs still in there somewhere, buried under exhaustion and pressure.
You pull the throw blanket from the back of the couch and drape it carefully over him. Your fingers brush against his hair, just once, so lightly he doesnât stir.
Then you turn and walk away, back to the bedroom that feels emptier than it should. You climb into bed alone, the space beside you cold and untouched. You wonder if this is how relationships begin to breakânot through lack of love, but through all the ways people fail to hold onto each other when life becomes too heavy. Sleep comes eventually, but itâs fitful, troubled by dreams of a future that feels increasingly uncertain.
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Wooyoung wakes slowly to the dull throb of a splitting headache and a sharp ache running down his neck. The couch digs painfully into his back, one arm numb from the awkward angle heâd fallen asleep in. For a few disoriented seconds, he just stares at the ceiling, blinking against the pale morning light filtering through the apartment. Then last night hits him all at once. The argument. Your tears. The look on your face when he realized what day it was.
With a quiet groan, he pushes himself upright, rubbing a hand over his face. Thatâs when he notices the blanket draped carefully over him. The glass of water sitting on the coffee table beside two aspirin. His chest tightens. You took care of him anyway. Even after everything.
Wooyoung stares at the medicine for a long moment before letting out a weak, humourless laugh under his breath. âFuck,â he mutters hoarsely, guilt crawling up his throat.Â
He swallows the aspirin dry before forcing himself to stand, exhaustion still heavy in his limbs. The apartment is quiet as he makes his way toward the bedroom, each step slower than the last, like heâs afraid of what heâll find on the other side of the door. He eases it open carefully. Youâre asleep, curled toward his side of the bed even though it stayed empty all night. In the soft morning light, he notices the tear tracks dried against your cheeks immediately, and something inside him caves in at the sight. His own eyes still burn from last night, raw and swollen in a way he knows mirrors yours. For a moment, he just stands there in silence, looking at you. At the woman who still tucked a blanket around him after he forgot about your anniversary. After he hurt you. Wooyoung closes his eyes briefly, jaw tightening.
He closes the door to your shared bedroom and makes his way to the kitchen. He quietly reaches for his phone and silences the alarm for work before typing out a lengthy message to his boss with determined fingers. Nothing at work feels more important than this anymore.
Your eyes open to the empty space beside you, the pillow still perfectly fluffed, untouched. Of course heâs already gone. The realization settles in your chest like a stone. You lie there for a moment, the events of last night crashing back with brutal clarity. The forgotten anniversary. The heartbreak that ensued. The fight. The words that canât be unsaid. You press the heels of your hands against your eyes, forcing the tears to remain at bay.
Then you hear itâthe soft clink of dishes from the kitchen.
Your heart stutters. You freeze, listening. There it is againâthe unmistakable sound of someone moving around in the kitchen. The one that should be empty right now. Panic rises in your throat. Heâs still here. Wooyoung is still here, and you have no idea what to say to him after everything that happened. After everything you both said.
You sit up slowly, your body heavy with emotional exhaustion. The floor is cold beneath your feet as you pad toward the bedroom door. Your hand hesitates on the doorknob. What will you see when you open it? Will he be packing his things? Will he be waiting to tell you itâs over?
The door creaks as you pull it open. The hallway seems longer than usual as you make your way toward the kitchen. With each step, your anxiety grows, a tight knot in your chest that makes it hard to breathe.
And then you see him.
Wooyoung stands at the counter, his back to you. Heâs still wearing the same clothes from last night, rumpled and wrinkled. His hair is a mess, sticking up at odd angles. He moves slowly, methodically, as if each action requires immense concentration.
âArenât you going to work?â The words slip out before you can stop them, your voice hoarse from crying.
Wooyoung turns, and the sight of him makes your breath catch. His eyes are bloodshot, his face pale. He looks like he hasnât slept at all, like heâs been carrying the weight of your argument with him through the long night.
âI told them I wasnât coming in today or for the rest of the week,â he says simply.
The words hang in the air between you. You stare at him, trying to process what this means. Wooyoung never calls in. Heâs the type who goes to work with a fever of 102, who works through weekends and holidays without complaint.
âWhat? Why?â you ask, the question barely audible.
Wooyoung sets down the cup heâs been holding. His knuckles turned white as he gripped onto the glass tighter. âI already lost enough time with you yesterday. Iâm not about to just leave you here alone, again.â
The simplicity of his words hits you like a physical blow. You lean against the doorframe, suddenly weak. The kitchen table is setâtwo plates, two mugs, the breakfast you used to make together on weekend mornings. The silence that follows is thick with everything left unsaid. You watch as he turns back to the counter, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion. Thereâs a vulnerability in his posture you havenât seen in monthsâthe confident, ambitious man youâve been watching slip away replaced by someone unsure, someone hurting.
âIâm sorry,â he says finally, still facing away from you. âFor everything I said last night. For making you feel like you donât matter to me.â He turns to face you, and the raw emotion in his eyes makes your chest ache. âYou matter more than anything, and Iâve been acting like you donât.â
You want to go to him, to bridge the distance between you, but your feet feel rooted to the spot. âAnd the rest?â you ask. âWhat you said about me finding someone else?â
Wooyoungâs face crumples. âI didnât mean any of that stupid shit. I was an idiot and said the most hurtful thing I could think of because I was angry at myself, not at you. What I said to you was inexcusable.â He runs a hand through his hair, the gesture agitated. âI was so terrified of failing you that I ended up failing you anyway.â
The truth of his words settles over you. You step into the kitchen, moving toward him slowly, giving him the chance to retreat if he wants to. He doesnât.
âI donât want someone else,â you say quietly. âI want you. Not the version of you thatâs so caught up in work he forgets we exist. That I exist.â
Wooyoungâs eyes filled with tears. âIâve been so focused on building a future for us that I forgot to be present in our now.â He takes a step toward you. âIâm so sorry. I donât expect you to forgive me right away or ever butâGod, I fucked up so bad.â
You look at the breakfast heâs preparedâeggs perfectly set, toast golden, the smell of coffee already doing something to the tension in your shoulders. Heâs always been a better cook than you. Youâd forgotten that, somehow, in the wreckage of last night.
âCome here,â you say softly.
He crosses the kitchen in three quick strides, and then his arms are around you, holding you so tightly itâs almost painful. You can feel him trembling, feel the way his heart hammers against your cheek. Your face tucks just under his chin, and you feel the warm wetness of tears landing soft in your hair.
âI love you,â he whispers, the words muffled against your hair. âI love you so much, and Iâm so sorry I made you doubt that.â
You hold him just as tightly, your own tears spilling over. âI love you too,â you mumble against his chest. âDonât shut me out like that again, You know Iâm always here for you.â
Wooyoung pulls back, his hands coming up to cradle your face. His thumbs brush away your tears with a gentleness that makes your heart ache. âI know,â he says. âIâll do better for you. For us. Today, tomorrow, and however long as it takes.â
He leans forward and presses his forehead against yours. âCan I show you something?â You nod.
âI got you something,â he says. âI remembered that I had a whole elaborate plan to give this to you.â He exhales, something between a laugh and a sob. âThen I got the promotion news and I justâI let that take over everything. Your gift has been sitting in my bag for two weeks while I was out celebrating myself.â He shakes his head. âI made our anniversary about me. Iâm such an idiot.â
âYeah, the biggest idiot of all time.â
He lets out a small chuckle, a hint of guilt and sadness follow the hollow laugh. A flicker of something hopeful crosses his exhausted face. âCan I still give it to you?â
You look up at him. âOf course.â
Wooyoungâs face lights up with a small, tentative smile. He takes your hand and leads you to the living room. You both sink into the couch where he spent the night, your shoulders touching. His work bag sits on the floor beside it. He reaches down and pulls out a small velvet box.
Your breath catches.
âItâs not what you think,â he says quickly, seeing your expression. âNot yet, anyway.â He opens the box to reveal a delicate silver bracelet, with a small charm hanging from itâa tiny compass.
âItâs so you always find your way back to me,â he explains, his voice soft. âEven when Iâm being a complete dumbass.â
You look from the bracelet to his face, seeing the hope and fear mingled in his eyes. This is what you fell in love withânot the ambitious, driven man who works too much, but this man whoâs vulnerable enough to admit when heâs wrong, whoâs brave enough to try to fix what heâs broken.
âItâs beautiful,â you say, holding out your wrist.
As Wooyoung fastens the bracelet with trembling fingers, you realize that healing wonât happen overnight. There will be more conversations, more difficult moments as you both learn to balance his career with your relationship. But as his hand finds yours, the bracelet cool against your skin, you know youâre willing to try.
Because some things are worth fighting for. Some people are worth the struggle. And this manâflawed and imperfect but trying, always tryingâis one of them.
âI should have called,â he says finally, his voice quiet in the morning stillness. âI should have texted. I kept thinking about it, but then someone would pull me into another conversation, and Iâd get distracted, and then...â He trails off, shaking his head. âThatâs no excuse.â
âNo, itâs not,â you agree, but thereâs no anger in your voice now. Just bone-deep weariness.
Wooyoungâs shoulders slump. He looks smaller somehow, diminished by his own guilt. âIâve been so focused on proving myself at work that I forgot to be present here. With you.â His eyes find yours, red-rimmed and sincere. âIâm drowning, and instead of asking for help, Iâve been pulling you under with me.â
Your chest tightens at his words. Youâve been so wrapped up in your own hurt that you havenât fully considered his perspective. âWhy didnât you tell me you were struggling?â you ask softly.
He lets out a shaky breath. âBecause I was supposed to be the strong one. The one who had it all figured out.â His voice cracks. âI didnât want you to see how overwhelmed I was. How scared I am that I wonât be enough.â
The admission hangs in the air between you. You reach for his hand, your fingers hesitantly brushing against his. He turns his palm up, letting you take it.
âIâm sorry too,â you say, your voice barely above a whisper. âFor being so accusatory last night. For making you doubt that your best wasnât enough. And for dismissing the fact that you work so immensely hard to provide for us.â
Wooyoung looks up, surprise evident in his eyes.
âI was angry,â you continue, âbut I was also terrified. Every time you came home late without calling, I imagined the worst. And then Iâd feel so stupid when you finally texted, like I was being dramatic or clingy.â
âYouâre not,â he says firmly. âYou were right to be worried. Iâve been a completely inconsiderate asshole.â
You squeeze his hand. âAnd I said things I didnât mean. About you not loving me.â The words are hard to say, hard to admit. âI know thatâs not true. I just... I missed you. I missed us.â
A tear slips down Wooyoungâs cheek. âIâve missed us too,â he admits. âIâve been so caught up in work that I forgot how to be a person. How to be your person.â
You shift closer to him on the couch, the gap between you narrowing. Your free hand reaches up to brush away his tear, your touch tentative, questioning. He leans into it, his eyes closing briefly.
âIâm going to do better,â he promises. âIâve already talked to my boss about setting better boundaries. About leaving work at a reasonable hour, about not checking emails at home.â He opens his eyes, looking at you with such intensity it makes your breath catch. âYou deserve more than the scraps of time and attention Iâve been giving you.â
âWhat if you canât?â you ask, voicing the fear thatâs been haunting you. âWhat if work pulls you back in?â
Wooyoungâs expression turns determined. âThen Iâll walk away. Find something else. Because nothing is worth losing you over.â He brings your joined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. âNothing.â
Your vision blurs with fresh tears. âI donât want you to give up your career for me.â
âIâm not,â he assures you. âIâm choosing our relationship. Choosing you. The career is just a job. I can be replaced at any given moment but you? Youâre my whole life. Youâre irreplaceable.â
The words wash over you, healing some of the hurt thatâs been festering. You move closer still, until your knees are touching, until you can feel the warmth of him beside you.
âI love you,â you say simply. âEven when youâre being an idiot and forgetting our anniversary.â
A watery laugh escapes him. âI love you too. Iâm your idiot, though.â
Your hand finds its way to his face, cupping his cheek. His stubble is rough against your palm, grounding you in this moment. He turns his head slightly, pressing a kiss to your palm, his eyes never leaving yours.
âCan I kiss you?â he asks, his voice raw with emotion.
You nod, unable to form words around the lump in your throat.
Wooyoung leans forward slowly, giving you time to pull away if you want to. You donât. When his lips meet yours, itâs like coming home after a long journey. Thereâs relief in the touch, and longing, and a deep, abiding affection that transcends the hurt of the past weeks.
âIâm sorry,â he whispers against your lips. âIâm so sorry.â
His kisses move to your cheek, to the corner of your eye where tears still linger. âIâll do better,â he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin.
You tilt your head, giving him access to your neck, where he presses soft, apologetic kisses. âI know you will,â you whisper, your fingers tangling in his hair.Â
Wooyoung pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes searching yours. âI donât deserve you,â he says. âBut Iâm going to spend every day trying to be worthy of you.â
You shake your head. âYou already are. You just got lost for a while.â
He pulls you into his arms, holding you against his chest. You can hear his heartbeat, steady and strong beneath your ear. His hand strokes your hair, gentle and soothing.
âI was so scared,â you admit, the words muffled against his shirt. âThat we were falling apart, and I didnât know how to stop it.â
His arms tighten around you. âWeâre not falling apart,â he promises. âWeâre just... learning how to be together in a new way. With new challenges.â
You look up at him, seeing the determination in his eyes. âTogether,â you repeat. âThatâs the important part.â
Wooyoung nods, pressing another kiss to your forehead. âTogether. Always.â
The breakfast he made sits forgotten on the table, growing cold. But you donât mind. There will be other breakfasts, other mornings. Right now, all that matters is thisâthe two of you, holding onto each other, finding your way back to what matters most.
âI think,â Wooyoung says after a while, his voice soft with sleepiness and emotion, âthat since i took a few days off we could spend more time together. Just us. No work, no distractions.â
You raise an eyebrow. âYou? Taking time off? Who are you and what have you done with my workaholic boyfriend?â
He laughs, the sound warming you from the inside out. âIâve been replaced by someone with better priorities.â His expression turns serious. âI mean it, though. We need this. I need this. To remember that I have a lot of making up to do.â
The idea is tempting. âAnd how would you do that, hm?â
âI could think of one way right now,â he murmurs, his voice dropping to a low, intimate timbre that sends a shiver down your spine.
Before you can respond, Wooyoung stands and scoops you into his arms, his movements surprisingly fluid despite his exhaustion. You gasp, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck as he carries you toward your bedroomâyour shared bedroom thatâs been missing his presence for far too long.
âWooyoung,â you breathe, your heart racing as he pushes the door open with his foot. âPut me down! I couldâve walked to the bedroom too, idiot.â
âSorry princess. I couldn't help myself,â he says, his eyes dark with desire as he lays you gently on the bed.
He climbs onto the bed beside you, his weight making the mattress dip. For a moment, he just looks at you, his expression a mixture of reverence and hunger that makes your breath catch.
âMissed you,â he whispers, his hand coming up to trace the line of your jaw. âSo much.â
You reach for him, pulling him down into a kiss thatâs deeper than before, more urgent. His lips move against yours with a desperation that speaks volumes about the distance thatâs grown between you. You can taste the salt of dried tears on his skin, feel the slight tremble in his hands as they slide down to your waist.
You fist your hands in the crisp fabric of his shirt. The buttons press sharp and insistent against your chest, and you tug at them, desperate, fumbling until the first one gives. He groans, shifting so he can help, pulling away just enough to make quick work of the rest. The shirt falls open, exposing him to the morning light, the edges of his collarbone flushed and vulnerable.
Your breath hitchesâyouâd forgotten, somehow, how beautiful he is like this. His body is lean but not slight, muscle hugging bone and sinew in all the right places. You drag your hand along the inside of his forearm, tracing the thick black lines of the rose inked from his wrist to the curve before his elbow. You glide over the leaves and thorns, half-expecting the tattoo to prickle beneath your touch. He shudders, eyes hooded, drinking in the sight of you devouring him.
You slide your palm up, across his biceps, his shoulderâmapping every inch, reacquainting yourself with the geography of him. His chest heaves, the faint dusting of hair there rising as you scrape your nails down to his abs. You canât help but smile a little at how his stomach tenses, how he jerks when you reach the sensitive dip above his hips. He grabs your hand, bringing it to his mouth, kissing each knuckle in apology and in thanks. Heâs trembling with wanting, with relief, and you want to swallow it whole.
You pull him closer, reaching up to slide the shirt off his shoulders. It pools at his elbows, then falls away, leaving him naked from the waist up. He presses you into the mattress, his lips everywhere at onceâyour jaw, your neck, the hollow at your collarbone. His hands are greedy, slipping under your shirt, seeking skin, worshipping you as if youâre the only thing in the world that makes sense.
Wooyoungâs fingers curl into the soft cotton of your sleep shirt as though heâs gathering every ounce of courage in his body to peel away not only the fabric but the distance heâs put between you. The morning light filters through gauzy curtains, illuminating the swirl of dust motes in the air and casting a gentle glow over your skin. He pauses, breath catching as he drinks you inâevery freckle on your shoulder, every rise and fall of your chestâbefore tugging the shirt up and over your head in one smooth, practiced motion. The cool air of the room grazes your bare skin, sending a shiver through you as the light catches the gentle pebbling of your nipples and the subtle flex of your stomach muscles.
He chases away the chill, warm palms gliding up your sides, fingertips tracing the lines of your ribs, thumbs circling the soft shadows beneath your breasts as if to reassure himself that you are realâsolid and here.
âW-Wooyoung,â you breathe out, barely more than a tremor in the air, but it hits him like a bullet: his gaze snaps up, blown wide and hungry, jaw tensing so hard you can see the cords in his neck stand out.
âHmm?â
He sounds dazed, already gone for you. He searches your face for a clue, a hint of what you want, even as his hands keep movingâroaming your waist, palming the flare of your hips, stroking reverent up and down your spine. You shudder, skin prickling everywhere he touches. Then, with a slow, deliberate shift, you arch your back and hook your thumbs into the waistband of your underwearâyour last layerâand drag them down, inch by inch, teasing yourself as much as him. You kick them off, letting them flutter to the floor, and stretch out on your stomach, arms reaching above your head, pressing your cheek into the pillow. You tilt your hips up, highlighting the bare swell of your ass, lush and expectant, every inch of you primed for him. The effect is instantaneous. He groans, low and feral in the back of his throat, his cock straining visibly against the thin grey of his sweats.
âWhat are you doing, baby?â he chokes, voice ragged, eyes glued to the sight of you so shamelessly presenting for him.Â
You glance back lazily over your shoulder, lips parted, smile hazy and filthy. âLay on top of me.â Your voice drips with need, teasing, coaxing, as your ass shifts again, the jiggle intentional, sinful.
His adam's apple bobs, eyes glued to the way youâre presenting yourself to him, pussy glistening and waiting. He sits frozen for a second, maybe trying to get his breath back, maybe just marvelling at how good you look, spread out and waiting.
âBet."
Then heâs on you, crawling up the bed with a focused intent that sends another thrill through you. âUp,â he murmurs, tapping your hip. You lift obediently and he slides a pillow beneath you, angling your hips up off the mattress before he kneels behind you, pushes your thighs apart with strong hands, trapping your legs beneath his as he blankets your body. His heat, heavy and suffocating in the best way, seeps into your skin. Your cheek sinks into the sheets; you can smell your own slick in the air, feel the pulse of anticipation between your thighs. He leans in, lips skimming up your spine, worshipping every vertebrae, every goosebump and dimple, before he settles his weight against your back, pinning you down and making you feel tiny beneath him.
You canât help it: you reach back, grab at the waistband of his slacks, desperate to feel more of him. Your fingers brush the rigid outline of his cock and he shudders, hips jerking, the tip already wetting a dark stain into the fabric. He lets you tug down his pants, lifting his hips just enough to help you get them over his ass, down his thighs, clumsy and urgent. As soon as theyâre off, he kicks them away, a brief chill racing up your legs before he covers you again, hotter and needier than before. Youâre both tremblingâmaybe from nerves, maybe from how badly you need each other.Â
âPlease,â he moans, the word nearly a whimper, as you wrap your hand around the bulge beneath his boxers, feeling him throb in your grip. Heâs so hard it almost hurts, and when you pull the waistband down and finally set him free, he gasps, forehead dropping onto your shoulder. His cock springs out, thick and flushed, the head angry red and already leaking.
âJesus,â you hear yourself say, voice thick with awe. âSomeoneâs a little eager.â He laughs, shaky, like heâll fall apart if he doesnât.
âYou have no fucking idea.â
His hand traces your thigh, kneading your flesh, fingers digging in with just enough pressure to bruise. You feel how much he needs you in every trembling touch. He cups your ass, squeezing and spreading, and then lets his hand drift lower, fingers ghosting along your slit. Youâre soakedâembarrassingly soâand he groans when he feels it, slicking his fingers through you, teasing your entrance with featherlight touches. Your hips buck back, desperate for more, but he holds you firmly in place, taking his time, savoring the way you writhe under him.
âAre you gonna make me beg?â you pant, rutting against his hand.
He presses a kiss to your shoulder blade, voice thick and broken. âI want to hear you say you need me.â
âYou already know I do.âÂ
âSay it anyway.â His tongue flicks your earlobe, his words vibrating in your chest.
âI need you, Wooyoung. Please.â
The words tumble out, more desperate than you mean them to, but you donât care. You want himâneed himâso bad itâs physically painful. He lines himself up at your entrance, the heat of his cock a brand against your skin. But he doesnât push inânot yet. He grinds the tip against your folds, smearing his precum through your wetness, teasing you with shallow thrusts that never quite give you what you want. You sob into the pillow, body arching, entirely at his mercy.
âGod, look at you,â he whispers. âYouâre so perfect. Fuck, I donât deserve you.â
âYes you do.â The words are a gasp, but you mean them. Even after everything, you want to give him this.
You want to give him everything.
Heâs shaking, whole body vibrating with the effort of holding back, not just rutting into you like an animal. âIs this okay?â he asks, voice so weighted with emotion it almost makes you cry. âTell me you want this. Tell me you want me.â
âI want you,â you say, âI always want you. I want you right now, more than anything.â
He lets out a choked breath, as if youâve released him from a terrible spell. âFuck, yes.â He buries his face in the curve of your neck, breath hot and ragged. You feel the tip of his cock press against your entrance, stretching you slowly, inch by inch as he slides in.
The stretch is sweet, burning, perfect. You moan, the sound loud and raw, echoing off the walls of your shared bedroom. He fills you up, deeper than you remember, and it feels like coming home after a long, cold exile. You clench around him, savouring the drag, the friction, the pulse of his heartbeat through the thickness of his cock. He starts to move, slow at first, drawing out each withdrawal and thrust so you feel every centimetre, every ridge and vein. His hands on your waist are trembling, sometimes gripping too hard and then letting go, as if heâs afraid to hurt you, afraid to let go of this moment. You arch your back, pushing yourself up into him, greedy for more.
âHarder,â you urge. âFuck me harder."
He whimpers, hips stuttering, and then sets a punishing pace, hips snapping forward to drive into you with every ounce of pent up longing heâs been carrying. The mattress creaks, the headboard smacks the wall. Heâs so big, so deep, so desperate, and you love it.
âDonât⌠fuckâ say that shit,â he whines, his voice cracking. âYâfeel so good, so fucking tight.â
You arch back, meeting his thrusts, loving the way he loses control. His need for you is unfiltered, all-consuming, and you drink it like oxygen. He sets a rhythm, fast and merciless, hips slamming into you so hard it feels like a punishment, but you crave it, need it, want him to fuck you so hard you forget the argument and only memorise the feeling of him inside you. The slapping sound of skin on skin is obscene, even over the creaking of the bed and your shared moans, but you donât care, donât care if the whole apartment building hears you. Wooyoung is not gentle, not now; heâs desperate, driven by weeks of withheld affection, of loneliness and longing. He covers you, bites your shoulder, fucks you like itâs the last time, every thrust a plea for forgiveness and a pledge of eternity.
He leans more of his weight into you, his hand snaking around to your front, fingers seeking your clit. The first touch is electricâyou jerk, stars bursting behind your eyes. He circles your clit with the pad of his finger, fast and hard, no finesse, just pure need to make you cum.
In a cruel twist of fate, his hips slow suddenlyâthe rhythm of his hips bullying yours breaking. You whimper at the loss, your body clenching around him, so desperate for more. But he pulls out completely, leaving you empty, aching.
âLook at me,â he demands, voice rough with need.
You crane your neck back over your shoulder, cheek still pressed into the sheets, and find him watching you with that dark intensity that makes your breath catch. His cock glistens with your combined wetness, the head swollen and flushed as he drags it slowly up and down your entrance, the angle making you feel every torturous inch of the teaseâjust enough pressure to feel but not enough to satisfy.
âPlease,â you gasp, hips tipping higher.
His lips curl into a wicked smile from somewhere above and behind you. âNot yet.â He circles your clit with his slick tip before sliding back down. Your thighs tremble against the pillow he placed under your hips.
âSpit,â he commands, reaching his palm around to your mouth.
You obey without hesitation, gathering saliva that he uses to coat himself again, the wet sound obscene in the quiet room. He returns to his maddening teasing, the new slickness making his cock glide effortlessly against your swollen flesh.
âGood fucking girl,â he groans, the words punched out between ragged breaths. âLook at youâtaking everything I give you.â
Youâre beyond words now, reduced to desperate sounds as he continues his exquisite torture. When you canât stand it anymore, you reach behind your body, guiding him back to where you need him most. He lets you, but only for a moment. With a growl that vibrates through your chest, he pushes your hand away and positions himself again, his eyes locked on to the way your body is so responsive to his. Then he leans down, lips pressing soft and slow into your shoulder, and you feel his breath warm against the curve of your neck
âPrincessâ he whispers, voice cracking open at the edges, his cock still dragging slowly and torturous against your entrance. âYou can forgive me right? ShitâŚYou can forgive your Wooyo right?â
âYes,â you gasp, hips rolling back into him helplessly. âYes, yessâfuck, I f-forgive you⌠Wooyoung, I need you so bad, please!"
Something breaks in his expressionâall restraint shattering. He thrusts forward in one powerful motion, burying himself to the hilt with a sound that borders on a sob, hands clutching your hipsâhis grip bruising but full of desperate love. âGod, you feel so good,â he croaks. âI missed this. I missed you. I missed you so fucking much.â
The force of it knocks the wind out of you, the fullness so shocking you can only moan, the sound muffled by the pillow but loud enough for him to hearâmaybe for the neighbours to hear too. He doesnât care. Neither do you.
The words degenerate into a string of curses and pleas, all dignity and composure long abandoned. Youâre reduced to this: the shudder of your hips, the filthy slickness on your thighs, the way you beg for him with every inch of your body.
Heâs lost to it now, rutting into you with a violence born of weeksâmonthsâof wanting, of regret, of all the shit heâs made you both suffer through in his absence. Every motion is a contradiction, a punishment and an apology, as he fucks you harder than he ever has, hips snapping so fast you barely have time to catch your breath between thrusts. His hands are everywhereâgripping your hips, yanking you back onto him, fisting in your hair, ghosting along your ribs and then down to your clit. His fingers rub you with the same desperate rhythm as his cock, no finesse, just pure, animal drive to make you cum first, to make you remember what you are together.
He doesnât say a word at first, just grunts and breathes your name into your hair like a prayer. But when you look back at him, head turned over your shoulder, you see his face twisted in something rawer than lust. Love. His eyes are wet. He thrusts in, deeper, grinding the head of his cock against the spot inside you that makes your vision white out at the edges.
âGod, I missed you,â he whines, the words hitching on the upstroke. âI missed you, princess, Iâm sorry, Iâm so fucking sorryââ He laces his apology into every movement, every thrust, trying to convince you with the force of his body how much he means it. âNo one else can have you, fuck, never anyone else, not ever, you hear me?â His hips stutter, losing rhythm, and you know heâs close, so close, but he wonât let himself finish until you do.
He snakes his hand around your throat, the gentlest squeeze, just enough to remind you whoâs in control. The pressure is perfect; you arch into it, into him, hips rocking back greedily to milk every inch of his cock. He bends over you, mouth against your ear, breath hot and frantic:
âCum for me, princess. Wanna feel you cum all over me.â
And you do, splintering apart around him, pleasure ripping through you so hard it borders on pain. You scream, you swear, you claw at the sheets, and he fucks you through it, pace relentless, never slowing, never breaking.
Heâs shaking above you, groaning your name, his hand still tangled in your hair as he thrusts a few more desperate times and then comes, deep inside you, with a guttural wail. The heat of his release is almost shocking, the way he fills you leaving no doubt that heâs yours, utterly and absolutely. He stays pressed to you, sweat-slicked and trembling, for long, silent seconds, his cock twitching with aftershocks, his breath turning softer, steadier. You can feel his heart thumping against your back, the wild rhythm slowly synchronizing with yours.
He never lets you go, not even as he softens inside you. He just wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck. You canât move, can barely breathe, but the only thing you want is to stay like this foreverâhis weight, his warmth, his love, every bit of him pressed into you until you forget where you end and he begins. Heâs the apology and the forgiveness, the punishment and the reward, and you take every last bit of him, all over again, until neither of you has anything left to give.
Youâre both gasping, boneless, ruined, but itâs the best kind of ruinedâlike youâve been put back together again, better than you were before. He kisses your neck, soft now, lazy, like he canât help himself, and when he finally pulls out, both of you whimper at the loss.
You shift, rolling onto your side, facing him. His face is dampâsweat, tears, who even knowsâbut his eyes are clear and bright as he looks at you. He traces your jaw with a shaking finger.
âYouâre so fucking perfect,â he breathes, voice hoarse, âand Iâm never letting you go, you got that?â
You laugh, delirious, and pull him close, your lips finding his in a kiss thatâs slow and deep, the kind that says I forgive you, I want you, Iâll never be done with you. He sighs into it, like heâs waited a lifetime for this, like heâs never tasted anything sweeter.
And then his hand is between your legs again, gentle now, and you realize heâs not done with you yet. Not even close.
But you werenât done with him either.
âWait,â you mumble against his lips, pulling back just enough to see his eyes. âLet me watch you.â
Wooyoungâs brow furrows, a question forming in his gaze. You slide your hand down his chest, over the damp skin, until your fingers wrap around his still-sensitive cock. He hisses, body tensing at your touch.
âWanna see you touch yourself,â you clarify, your voice dropping to a husky whisper.
Understanding dawns across his face, followed by a slow, wicked smile that makes your stomach flip. âYeah?â he asks, already shifting position. âYou want to watch me jerk off, baby? Naughty girl.â
You nod, your own hand moving between your legs as you settle back against the pillows. Wooyoung sits up, kneeling between your spread thighs, his eyes never leaving yours as he wraps his hand around his length. Heâs already hardening again, his cock responding eagerly to your gaze. You watch, transfixed, as his fingers begin to move, a slow, deliberate stroke from base to tip that makes his breath catch.
âFuck,â he groans, his head falling back slightly. âPlay with yourself too, princess.â
Youâre touching yourself now, circling your clit with teasing pressure, your other hand squeezing your breast. The sight of him pleasuring himself while watching you is intoxicatingâhis muscles flexing, his lips parted, his eyes dark with desire.
âShow meâŚshit," you urge, your voice barely audible. âShow me what you think about when Iâm not around to suck you dry.â
He moans, his pace quickening. âIâm always thinking about you, â he admits, his voice rough. âAbout your pretty mouth, your perfect tits, the way you feel when Iâm inside you.â His hand moves faster now, his breathing growing ragged. âI think about making you cumâfuck, l-love thinking about watching you fall apart because of me.â
Your fingers move faster, matching his rhythm, the sight of him pleasuring himself pushing you closer to the edge. The room fills with the wet sounds of your mutual pleasure, your soft gasps mingling with his deeper groans.
âIâm câclose,â you pant, your hips rising off the bed. âBaby, Iâm so fucking close.â
âMe too,â he gasps, his hand moving furiously over his cock. âGod, the way youâre touching yourselfâfuck, I canâtâ"
âSo fucking good⌠haahââ you whimper. âCum with me.â
His eyes lock with yours, and you see the same desperation, the same need reflected back at you. Your fingers move faster, your thumb circling your clit with just the right pressure as you watch his hand fly over his length, his body tense with impending release.
âWooyoung,â you cry out as the first wave hits you, your body arching off the bed.
âOh god, yes youâre so hot fuuuck,â he groans, his release spurting hot across your stomach as he watches you come undone.
Youâre both panting, chests heaving as sweat trickles down your bodies and Wooyoungâs cum glistens wet and hot across your stomachâbut even as you come down, the air between you only grows thicker. His eyes linger on your face, hungry and soft all at once, and you know before he says a word that he isnât finished with you yet. He swipes his thumb through his mess, smearing it across your skin, and then lifts his hand to your lips.
âOpen,â he murmurs, voice already roughening around the edges, and you open obediently, tongue laving over his skin, savouring the salt and the faint sweetness of him.
He watches you, transfixed, and then the hunger snaps back into focus. With a sudden, fluid motion, he grabs you by the hips and guides you onto your back, landing you with a gasp and a bounce that sends aftershocks through your spent body. For a second you just lie there, limp and loose-limbed, but Wooyoung is on you before you have time to recoverâhis mouth capturing yours in a kiss thatâs all teeth and tongue and desperate, greedy possession. He devours you, biting your lower lip so hard you nearly yelp, but then heâs soothing the sting with a velvet-soft lick, fingers already roaming, cupping your jaw, winding into your hair, squeezing the back of your neck until youâre gasping into his mouth.
âLast one baby,â he rasps, voice vibrating right against your teeth. âNeed to breed your pretty pussy one last time.â
Heâs already sliding down your body, trailing open-mouthed kisses over every inch of skinâyour throat, your collarbones, the peak of your tits. He bites down gently on your nipple, then flicks it with his tongue, the sensation sharp and electric and so fucking precise. He lavishes both breasts with attention, sucking bruises in places only he will see, then lets his tongue trace a hot, wet path down your torso.
He stops at your belly, swiping a finger through the sticky mess on your skin. âLook at you,â he says, voice thick with pride and awe, and you feel your cheeks flame even as you spread your legs wider for him.
He dips his head, lapping at where his cum has pooled in your navel, and you shiver at the lewdness of it, the way he worships every part of you. When his mouth finally moves lower, youâre already shaking with anticipation, your core clenching tight, desperate for more even though you should be wrung out.
He dives between your thighs, licks a stripe from your entrance all the way up to your clit, and you nearly come off the bed from the shock of it. He laughs, low and dark, and buries his face in your cunt, eating you like a man starved. His tongue is everywhere. Circling your clit, plunging inside you, mixing slick and spit and the faint metallic taste of his own release. You fist your hands in his hair, grinding your hips against his mouth, shameless in the way you beg, âMore, more... please, fuck, donât stopââ and he doesnât.
He works you with ruthless precision, two fingers thrusting deep while his tongue flicks rapid-fire at your clit. You feel the pressure build, so much faster than before, your legs trembling, your thighs clamping tight around his head. He holds you open, arms braced under your knees, keeping you spread and helpless as he brings you right to the brink and then eases off, just enough to drive you insane. He does it again, and again, pulling you apart, making you plead for it.
âWooââ you whimper, your voice thin and shaky. âPlease, pleaseââ
He lifts his head, lips glistening, and you see the wild satisfaction in his eyes. âYouâre so fucking pretty when you beg,â he says, and the praise sends another rush of heat through your veins.
âPlease,â you say again, and this time he relents, sucking your clit into his mouth and moaning around it. The vibration hits you like a lightning strike and you come hard, arching your back, crying out his name so loud you know it will echo in your ears for days. He keeps going, licking you through it, not stopping until youâre sobbing with oversensitivity and shoving at his head to make it end.
He crawls up your body, cock already hard again as he rubs it against your thigh, your stomach, the sticky aftermath on your skin. He lines himself up at your entrance, and youâre so wet, so open for him, that he slides in with barely any resistance. The stretch still hurtsâjust a littleâand he winces with you, kissing your cheek, your ear, whispering, âShh, you can take it. Youâre so good for me.â
You rake your nails down his back, desperate to pull him deeper, and he obliges, ramming into you with a force that makes the whole bed frame rattle. This time, he doesnât pace himselfâhe fucks you with abandon, every thrust a fierce apology, a vow, a plea for forgiveness. âPretty cunt was made for me, wasn't it baby?" he growls, the words muffled against your skin, and you believe him, every time.
He shifts your legs, bends you almost in half putting you into a mean mating press, and the new angle has him thrusting right against your g-spot. You claw helplessly at his arms, nails digging crescent moons into his biceps, and he just grins, sweat beading at his hairline, loving every second of your unravelling.
"'M not going to last... I'm g'na cum holy fuck Wooyoung," you moan out, feeling yourself edging closer to your own climax.
You feel him getting closeâhis rhythm falters, his hips jerk, his breath comes in ragged gasps. He slides a hand between your bodies, thumb circling your clit, determined to take you with him.
âOh fuckâCum fâme princess, make me proud.â
And you do, the orgasm ripping through you so violently that black spots dance at the edge of your vision. You scream, you sob, you babble his name like a prayer, and he follows, spilling inside you with a strangled cry. He shoves in deep, holds you there, and then collapses, pinning you to the mattress with the full weight of his body.
You lie like that for a long, breathless moment, your bodies trembling and tangled, sweat sticking you together, his cock still throbbing inside you as he pants in your ear. For a second you think heâs fallen asleep, but then he props himself up on one elbow and looks down at you, eyes shining, lips parted as if he might start crying all over again.
He rolls you onto your side, still joined, and wraps an arm around your waist, spooning you so tight you can barely move. You reach back and stroke his hair, feeling the way his whole body melts into your touchâthe tension draining from his muscles, the way his breath evens out. The world feels impossibly far away, like itâs just the two of you floating in a bed-shaped universe, nothing but heartbeats and skin and the mess youâve made of each other.
The room falls quiet, your breathing gradually slowing in tandem. Wooyoungâs arm tightens around you, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the nape of your neck. âDonât move,â he whispers, his voice hoarse from use. âIâll be right back.â
He pulls out gently, and you whimper at the loss, feeling suddenly empty. But heâs already sliding from the bed, his naked body glistening with sweat as he pads to the bathroom. You hear water running, and then he returns with a warm washcloth in his hand.
âLet's get you cleaned up yeah?â he says, his eyes soft as he kneels beside you.
His touch is reverent as he cleans between your thighs, wiping away the evidence of your passion with gentle, circular motions. The warm cloth feels heavenly against your sensitive skin, and you sigh, your body relaxing into his care.
âBetter?â he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
You nod, too blissed-out to form words. He disappears again, returning with a glass of water that he holds to your lips. You drink greedily, not realizing how parched you were until the cool liquid slides down your throat.
âMore?â he asks, and you shake your head.
Wooyoung sets the glass aside and moves to his dresser, pulling open the bottom drawer. He rummages through it for a moment before pulling out a faded blue t-shirt that you recognize immediately. Itâs one of his oldest, the fabric soft from countless washes, the university logo barely visible anymore.
âArms up,â he murmurs, and you comply, letting him slip the oversized shirt over your head. It falls to mid-thigh, enveloping you in his scentâthat familiar mix of his cologne and something uniquely him that makes your chest ache with tenderness. He adjusts the collar, his fingers lingering at your neck, before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
âPerfect,â he whispers, his eyes warm as they take you in.
You watch as he pulls on a pair of boxers and a simple white t-shirt, his movements languid, unhurried. Thereâs something intimate about watching him dressâthe way his muscles flex beneath his skin, the casual grace of his movements. He catches you looking and says nothing, just gives you a small, tired smile before he climbs back into bed, pulling you against him. His fingers begin to trace lazy patterns on your arm, up and down, the touch so light it makes you shiver.
âI love you,â he murmurs into your hair. âI hope you know that I adore you so much.â
You turn in his arms to face him, finding his eyes in the dim light of the bedroom. Thereâs something raw and vulnerable in his gaze that makes your heart ache.
âI know,â you say, reaching up to brush his hair from his forehead. âI love you too.â
He catches your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm. âIâm going to do better. I promise.â
âI believe you, I know you will,â you whisper, and you do.
He pulls you closer, your bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. His hand finds yours, fingers intertwining. The bracelet he gave you catches the light, the tiny compass charm glinting. He brings your wrist up to his lips and places a kiss on the charm, a silent reminder for you thatâll heâll always be your north. No matter where you are, heâll always be there for you.
âIâve got you,â he coos, his voice dropping to that impossibly soft register he only uses in these moments. âIâm here, I'm not going anywhere.â
You hum in acknowledgment, too far gone for words. He softly chuckles at your sleepiness. His hand resumes its journey down your spine, each vertebra a landmark he maps with infinite patience. Another yawn overtakes you, your eyes watering at the corners. Wooyoung brushes away the tears with his thumb, his touch reverent.
âMy beautiful girl,â he whispers. âMy whole heart.â
A melody begins to form beneath his breathâsomething soft and wordless that you recognize from nights when sleep wouldnât come, when anxiety gripped your throat. His chest vibrates with the sound, a lullaby composed of nothing but his love for you. Your consciousness begins to drift, the edges of your thoughts blurring like watercolours on wet paper. The scent of himâclean sweat and that cologne heâs worn since the day you metâwraps around you like a second blanket.
âI love you,â he whispers, his lips brushing your temple. âHappy anniversary, my love. I promise to make every one from now on better than the last.â
The words follow you down into darkness, a tether to the world youâre leaving behind. The future for the both of you still holds challengesâhis career wonât become less demanding overnight, and youâll both need to work to maintain the balance youâre rebuilding. But as Wooyoungâs arms tighten around you, as you feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear, you know youâll face those challenges together.
Because love isnât about never making mistakes. Itâs about having the courage to admit when youâre wrong, and the strength to keep trying, even when itâs hard. And as the morning light spills across the tangled sheets and your intertwined bodies, you know thatâs exactly what you haveânot a perfect love, but a real one.
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youre standing at a keg party on the beach, at the edge of the firelight where you thought youd be invisible.
hes across the fire, a red solo cup in his hand. talking to kelce and topper, but his gaze is on you. it always is. you look away first.
phone buzzes in your pocketâa text from your boyfriend. the quiet guy from the pizza joint who actually treats you well.
âyou good? saw cameronâs at that party.â
âyeah im fine. dont worry.â you typed back. a lie.
you pocket your phone, pulling your hoodie tighter around yourself. you try to make yourself shrink from the crowd.
âwhos got you smiling at your phone like that?â a raspy voice came from beside you. smelling something like expensive cologne and beer.
you dont even want to share a glance at him. god. but you just know those piercing blue eyes squints at you.
âhm? you never smile like that for me.â his tone getting possessive. you step back and he follows.
âdont.â
âdont what?â his brow furrows in mock confusion. that stupid arrogant grin appearing on his face again. âim just askinâ a question. were friends, arent we?â
youve never been friends. you both know it.
your phone buzzes again. rafeâs eyes flicker down to your pocket, then back to your face. something hard settles in his jaw.
âthat him? the new guy ive been hearing about?â
you stay quiet. fixing your eyes on the fire, saying nothing. if you dont engage, dont give him the reaction hes starving for, maybe heâll be bored.
seconds pass. and rafe cameron was never patient.
his hand grabs your chin, forcing your face toward him. his blue eyes smoldered with fury.
âi asked you a question,â thick thumb pressing into your jaw. âwhos the guy?â
his other hand moves quickly. before you can even react, he plucks your phone from your hoodie pocket. he holds it up, screen lighting up his face. the notificationâs still there.
âr u coming over later? ;)â
rafeâs jaw tightens. teeth flashing in something thats not a smile. âthe pizza boy,â he says flat. âseriously?â
âits none of your business, rafe. give it back.â struggling away from his grip on your chin as you try to reach for your phone.
a sudden sharp tug at the scalp cuts your movement. rafe angled your face upward, forcing your gaze to meet his.
you gasp, reacting from the sharp burn stinging in your scalp. tears pricking the corners of your eyes.
âyou listen to me,â rafeâs voice drops, sending a shiver down your spine. he grips your scalp tighter. you squeeze your eyes shut.
âive been watching you for months. gave you all my timeâmy attention. everyone here knows youre mine to mess with. my bitch.â his face scrunched up in disgust. âand you throw that away for a fucking pogue.â
did he just seriously say that? after months of making your life living hell; humiliating, mocking, harrassing, making you do all his work.. he call those attention? (well, not to mention you once form an embarrassing crush towards him. it was hard pretending he wasnt hot.)
âyou think ruining my life was attention? youre insane, rafe!â you spat directly at his face, landing at his right cheek.
he lifts his hand, the one holding your phone. using his thick fingers to trace the wetness on his cheek. he stares at his wet fingertips for a second.
then, he kept his eyes locked onto you. dragging those same fingers down across his lip. he smears your spit over his mouth before opening to suck his wet fingers.
your pussy throbs watching his movement.
fuck, hes so weird?! youre very concerned about this guy.
âyouve got a mouth on you, huh?â he leans closer. shoving your phone into his own pocket.
rafe hands wrap around your wrist, pulling you away from the fire, away from the party. past the coolers and beach chairs.
ârafeââ
he doesnt stop. he drags you behind a dark dune, out of sight of the party. loud music slowly fades.
he pushes you. enough for you to stumble back against the sand wall. his body caging you in. âyou got with him to piss me off. you wanted me to notice, dont you?â he squeezes your hip.
you shove his chest. âget off me.â but he doesnt move back. he steps closer, fingers curling into the strings of your hoodie, tugging you forward.
âyou think saying no means something to me?â his thumb traces the corner of your mouth. eyes watching the way your tits rise and fall under the hoodie. you dont miss it.
your hands press flat against his chest. but you dont shove him. you dont know why. your palms stay there, feeling the heat of him.
you hate that your breath hitches when his hand slides higher on your thigh.
or that your lips part.
or that a quiet, shameful voice at the back of your head whispers finally.
rafe catches everything. his eyes flicker down to where your hands rest, then back to your face. a slow smile spreads across him.
âyouve been thinking about this.â his hand leave your thigh. rough palm squeezing on your waist.
âtell me im wrong.â
your throat is dry. heart hammering so loud. you should push him away. you should scream, someone would hear. but your hands stay on his chest, fingers holding into the fabric of his polo. your breathing shallow.
rafe reads the answer in your silence.
his hand tangles in your hair, tugging your head back. mouth crashing against yours, rough and demanding. his tongue slides inside. a sound escapes your throat.
he bit your lower lip before breaking the kiss. his breath ragged. he pushed your head down roughly until your knees hit the sand. you let him do whatever he wants with you.
his other hand moves to his belt, working the buckle loose. rafe looks down at you with raw desperation.
his jeans are undone. he pulls himself out. heavy and already hard. your breath catches the sight of him. the thickness of it, the veins, and pink tip flushing. he wraps his hand around himself.
he drags the tip across your lower lip, smearing the precum. âopen.â he taps the tip to your lips.
your lips part, the tip of him presses past them. your breath hitches through your nose. your fingers digging to the denim of his thighs.
âfuck.â he mutters low. his hand not leaving your hair. it tightens.
you take him deeper, tongue curling around the underside of him. clumsy. you whimper in embarrassment, the vibration makes his hips jerk forward. pushing himself further into your mouth. saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth. you hate that your thighs are pressing together.
you look at him through your lashes. his head tipped back throat exposed, with adamâs apple bobbing. eyes half lidded full of lust. broad chest heaving and his abs clenching.
âbeen running that mouth for months. bout time you put it to good use.â he grinds against your tongue, using your mouth like youre nothing but a hole for him. watching the way your lips stretched. he yanks your hair forward until your throatâs full of his fat cock.
your hand slides down to between your legs. youre pathetically wet. a dark spot forms through the fabric. you press your fingers and rub yourself, applying pressure.
âyeah,â his voice rough. âtouching yourself while you suck me off?â
he lifts you up by the arm, spinning you around and pushing you forward. your palms hit the sand dune. youre bent over. so desperate, you press your ass back against his dick.
âgrindinâ back against my cock like a bitch in heat.â he grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back. he pulled your shorts down your thighs. hooking your underwear to the side. wet cunt exposed to the cold air now.
âlook at that,â he breathes. his thick fingers dragging through your slick folds. âbarely touched you and youre already dripping down your thighs.â he slaps your pussy lightly. a sharp sting that makes you jolt. yet, it gets you wetter.
his ring finger pushes inside you. your hips roll against his hand. the movement drives his finger deeper. you moan, muffled by the sand.
middle and index fingers pushes into you. stretching your cunt. you feel the coldness of his gold ring pressing against your pussy lips. he pumps them slow at first, watching and feeling the way your body clenches around him.
âthats it,â his other hand kneads the fat of your ass. âtake it.â his fingers curl inside you, searching. and when they find that spot, you moan louder. he pumps his fingers fast and ruthless. creating a squelch-squelch sound.
his thumb pressing against your clit in tight circles. your legs tremble, toes curling. breath coming in short gasps. your hips pushing back. the pressure builds low in your belly. you were so close.
he pulls his fingers out. you whine at the loss.
âyou dont get to cum yet. thats for my cock.â
his fingers are slick with the juices from your pussy. he moved them closer to your face from behind. pressing against your lips. you part your lips, he roughly pushes his fingers inside your mouth. making you lick his fingers clean and sucking them.
he pulls his hands out of your mouth. without realizing, theyre already on your hips. you feel the head of his cock pressing against your soaked entrance. he drags it to your folds, teasing. and smearing your wetness.
âjust fuck me already.â
you feel a cocky grin coming out of his words, âyou that greedy?â
a wet glob lands on your assholeâhis spit, vulgar. it slides slow, trailing over your hole, seeping down to mix with your own wet cunt.
he pushes in, one slow inch. then another. the stretch is sharper this time. fuller and wetter. he spread you open inch by inch. your fingers claw at the sand, âr-rafe..â
âfeel that? feel how deep i am?â he stays there for a bit. letting you adjust at the fullness of him. he pulls out slowly, almost all the way before slamming back in.
your cry is muffled by the sand. he sets a brutal pace. âlook at you taking it like a fucking whore. this is my pussy now, yeah?â
his hips slap against your ass, the sound lewd. you arch your back even more. his eyes never leaving the way your ass bounces off him. he leans closer, until his chest pressing against your back.
âgonna fill you up. ill make sure my cumâs dripping outta you when youre sitting on his lap.â his breath hot against your ear.
he slides his hand around your hip, thick fingers rubbing your clit in circles. he continues his rhythm, angling his body slightly to fuck your deeper.
âo-oh.. fuck! r-rwafe..â you babble, completely cockdrunk.
âcum on my cock now.â
waves of pleasure washed over you. all the air leaving your lungs. your knees shaking. he follows a second later, groaning. his hip stuttering as hot cum spills inside of your pussy.
he slowly softens inside you. he pulls out, the thickness of him felt empty now. his cum drips down your thigh.
neither of you speaks.
and the reality hits you. you cheated. with your bully. after all talking shit about rafe to your boyfriendâs face.
you pushed off the dune after several seconds. getting rid of the hair that sticks to your sweaty face. your fingers tremble. what are you gonna say to your dearest boyfriend after this?
he steps back, doing his belt and zipping his pants. you pulled your panties up, followed with your shorts. but it feels weird, cause your folds are sticky with his cum and the wetness from you earlier.
âyoure gonna go back to him, act like this didnt happen.â
âiââ your voice cracks. âi dont know what im gonna do..â you clear your throat. you can barely make eye contact with him.
âkeep it a secret.â he steps closer. staring down at you so intensely. the sharp cologne of him making your head haze.
just then, he walks past you. acting like nothing happened. but he looks back. âyou know where to find me when you want more.â
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Rafe loves taking you out to the Country Club ⌠18+; MDNI! featuring: boyfriend!Rafe, agoraphilia/risk play, semi-public sex, hints of praise kink, overstimulation seriously, this is literally just smut with no plot whatsoever
âStop squirming.âÂ
The words, whispered into your ear, accompanied by Rafeâs lips grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, donât really have the desired effect.Â
Really, how does he expect you to just stop squirming when youâre sitting in his lap, his hands on your waist firmly holding you in place, his strong, muscular chest pressed against your back, his erection-
You close your eyes and bite down hard on your lip, but a soft, breathy moan still escapes you.Â
So, heâs allowed to roll his hips up into you, to deliberately brush his erection against your back, but he somehow expects you to hold still, good girl, I know you can do it-
âThatâs it.âÂ
Rafeâs voice is strained, filled with desire and itâs all you can do to not turn around in his arms and kiss him senseless.Â
âRafe, I-â
He kisses your neck, the gesture seemingly all sweet and innocent, but his hand traveling down your waist beneath the table is anything but.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you try tell to yourself to be cool, be normal, to not make any noise so as to not inadvertently draw the attention of the other patrons of the Country Club to Rafe and you.Â
Rafe chose a table at the far end of the terrace, and no oneâs sitting in your close vicinity, but still - the wrong movement or a noise thatâs just a tad too loud could clue anybody in on the fact that youâre not just innocently sitting in Rafeâs lap, but that his hand is playing with the seam of your sundress instead, that his erection is pressing against your back-
âShh, I know you can be quiet for me.âÂ
His words are a challenge in and of themselves, but then you can feel his fingertips on the inside of your thighs, inching ever closer to where you really need them, were you so desperately want him to touch you.Â
Still, you canât help the soft whimper that escapes you when he rolls his hips again, grinding his erection against you again at the same time as his fingers brush innocently against your aching core, already wet and aching and desperate for his touch.Â
âLook at youâ, he murmurs and you donât need to turn around and look at him to know that heâs smirking that infuriating smirk of his. âNo underwear? Shit, angel, I might start thinking that this was your plan all along âŚâ
You bite down hard on your lip, but still, another whimper escapes you and you can feel Rafe smirking against your neck where he leaves another deceivingly innocent kiss, right as his fingertips brush over you core again. The touch featherlight and teasing, leaving you wanting, aching for more.Â
âRafe, please-â
And you only need to close your eyes to imagine it: the pleased, self-satisfied look in his eyes as he looks up at you, his head between your thighs, your fingers tangled in his hair. His lips grazing your sensitive skin. Tell me how much you want it, angel.Â
Rafeâs always been pretty vocal, but what he loves even more is how vocal you are - or rather, the mumbling, incoherent, moaning mess he manages to turn you into.Â
Usually, youâre so self-assured and confident, so well-put together, but sometimes you feel as though it only needs one intense, all-consuming kiss from Rafe, paired with his possessive touch on your waist, his hands slowly, teasingly, wandering lower and lower, to turn you into an awkward school-girl with a crush, barely able to string together coherent sentences whenever you so much as look at him, see the look in his blue eyes, the wanting, the yearning-
Just then, he gives you what you want or at least a taste of it, his fingers rubbing over your clit again, though the touch is rougher, more intentional this time.Â
Trying to suppress a moan, you bite down hard on your lip. Of course, Rafe immediately doubles down, his fingers rubbing over your clit in a fast, unforgiving rhythm.Â
âFuck, angel, youâre so wetâ, he says, his voice rough and strained.Â
âRafe-â
You immediately trail off when you see a waiter coming your way.Â
Leave, please, just leave, you think desperately, pondering about how you must look like a mess, cheeks flushed, your eyes glossy. And Rafeâs hand under the table, his fingers rubbing your clit just barely hidden from view-
At first, you donât even notice Rafe lifting his other hand from where it was on your waist, but then you can feel his posture changing, can feel him sitting up straighter. Surely, heâs not doing what you think heâs doing, is he?Â
âWaiter, over here please.âÂ
Oh, youâre going to kill him. You are so going to kill him-
Just then, Rafeâs fingers enter you. Heâs not soft or teasing about it anymore, repeatedly pumping into you with his pointer and middle finger, while he keeps his thumb on your clit, steadily applying pressure.
Oh fuck.Â
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.Â
Youâre so screwed.Â
You barely even notice the waiter coming towards your table, because the heat in your core is building and building-
âWhat can I get you, Mr. Cameron?âÂ
The cold metal of Rafeâs signet ring repeatedly grazes your sensitive skin, the added stimulation driving you crazy as always. And you know that Rafe knows how much you love his signet ring, how crazy it drives you to feel it against your skin-Â
âAnother whiskey on the rocks, please. And you wanted another Cosmopolitan, right, angel?âÂ
Rafe increases the pace of his fingers even more and youâre beyond grateful for the 90s grunge music playing in the background, hopefully covering the noises of your little under the table action. Youâre biting down so hard on your lips that you can feel the coppery taste of blood on your tongue, just praying that no moan or sigh escapes you, but youâre defenseless against the squelching noises Rafe always elicits from your core.Â
In and out, heâs curling his fingers, repeatedly hitting that sweet spot-
Somehow, miraculously, you manage to pull yourself together to nod and say âYeah, thatâs right.â Your voice sounds breathy and unusually high-pitched, but you donât care, not when Rafe keeps hitting that sweet spot inside you, not when the pressure inside is building and building.
The waiter nods, jotting down your order, but instead of leaving, his eyes fixate on you with a concerned expression. âHey, are you alright?âÂ
Rafeâs signet ring grazing your sensitive skin-
His thumb rubbing over your clit, continuously applying pressure-
His fingers entering you in a brutal pace-
His erection, still pressing against your back-
And you know, even before you open your mouth to answer the waiter what is going to happen.Â
âTotally, just a bit exhaustedâ, you say, right as Rafe once again rolls his hips into you. âNothing to worryâ, you add, right as he thrusts his fingers in particularly deep.Â
Somehow, you manage not to whine loudly.Â
Somehow, you manage to hold on, coiled like a spring, watching as the waiter tells you that heâll be back with your drinks in a moment before he finally, finally turns around again and walks away.Â
And then, right as the waiter walks out of your sight of view, right as Rafe hits that spit inside you again, you let go.Â
Dizzying, white-hot pleasure overtakes you, and you slump back against Rafe, twisting around in his arms, trying to muffle the soft, breathy moans escaping you by burying your face into the soft fabric of his blue polo shirt.Â
Rafe doesnât let up though, continues to rub your clit and to pump his fingers in and out of you as your orgasm washes over you.
âRafe-â
âShh, angel, I know you can do itâ, he whispers, coaxing a second, somehow even more intense orgasm from you.Â
âFuckâ, you whimper, winding your arms around Rafeâs neck, holding on for dear life as the dizzying, white-hot pleasure overtakes you.Â
In the background, Kurt Cobain croons about how heâll take advantage while you hang him out to dry. Fitting.Â
Youâre not quite sure how long it takes you to come down from your high - you just know that Rafe is there through it all, the sweet nothings he whispers into your ear, accompanied by his gentle, soft touches, guiding you through it.Â
After, you finally manage to lift your head up from his shoulder, meeting his blue eyes. âIâm going to kill you for that, Rafeâ, you say, probably sounding and looking as threatening as a lost little puppy.Â
Rafe just smirks. âSure you will, angel.â
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